Contrary
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The water slipped through her fingers each time.
No matter how hard she tried to catch it or somehow cradle it in her palm—it always managed to evade her.
She stared at her hands as the water flowed across their surface. It didn't understand "idle"; it was always moving, always changing its frustratingly ambivalent mind.
Is it so hard to make a decision? He's going to hurt one of us. And we're even—theoretically—the same person. He can't go wrong with either choice.
There's no coping strategy for vagueness.
Regardless, the rain did whatever it damn well pleased.