(Gritting teeth) Need just word, word has word! Do you understand?
(Shakes head) I don't understand. . .
(Grinding teeth) Then just say it, what's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine!
(Crying). . . . .
Author: Will tears run into her arms?
(Together): I want you to take care of it!
I'm a newbie, my writing is immature, please forgive me.
Since the author does not complain about the Death Stars, his words are a bit sharp, so please forgive me.