A lifetime ago, she would've said something like "I don't make mistakes", but that's not true, it's never been true, and saying it now would just feel hollow. So she lets her own determination and frustration stew a little longer. Don't rush. Slow down. Blah, blah, blah.

She should know better, but she keeps bullrushing forward, expecting things to change.

"We won't fall."

It's a fact.

"No matter how fast we're going."