Upon hearing Jagesh's words, which would make anyone feel that he was about to lose his mind, Richard's lips twitched, but the sarcasm did little to hide his own unease.
Jagesh's reaction was a bit lacking and reflected the bitter irony he felt. In the past, he might have lost his temper too, maybe even thrown things himself. But now, there was only a weary acceptance reminder—a realization that their fury and despair were going to change nothing.
In the dark corners of his mind, Jagesh thought of his grandfather's words, words that had managed to calm him down in his worst moments: It's not about winning every battle; it's about having the last laugh.
No matter how many times the opponent wins, you just need to win once and in that win, you just need to get rid of the enemy forever.
