"A person is dying of thirst and you force feed her dry biscuits, is that considered doing things for her own good?"
"Do not twist my words. I never said such a thing!" The old crone voice raised several pitches higher. And it caused a buzz to come from the door. Mo Li frowned as she moved towards the door. As she opened the door, she saw the small bug immediately. She plucked it off and walked out, waving her hands as she went.
Participating in the IMO was a waste of time and it would not mean anything to her. She was not unlike the original Mo Li, she was not a rebel without a cause. She had clear conviction and self-driven goals, she was not going to let anyone or anything knock her astray from her path.
