cleopatra let a hum escape from her lips , as she thought about his words . she let a fierce glare appear on her visage . “ stop that . does it really matter ? you can’t do a single thing about my mental health or .. or my brother . ” her voice croaking on that last word — ‘ brother ’ — . “ you’re just some / man / who thinks that he can - what - fix people ? help them ? because some people are beyond repair , and there’s not a single thing you can do about it because you can’t empathize and understand what certain events are like . you don’t understand and therefore can’t ‘ fix ’ people with your words and analysis . the aUdacity that people like you — ” she hated that her voice was trying to betray her , so she switched to her comfort language and looked away . “ ya ibn el sharmouta ”
; oops , this is a bit messy ,, but yours is spot - on and lovely .