"It's not fair!"

But he's right, and she knows it, because there's so much more to walk and she can't get there yet, even if she ran every night, there's always more, but it isn't fair and it hurts so much to say it and to add, not aware if she's crying or not, "Why can't it ever even once be fair?" because it doesn't feel like it ever has been, not really.

It would be a temper tantrum if there weren't so much grief and pain in it because it's just not fair.