"That is the problem," Vega argues, stung. "He is not the one who took it from me. Everyone conspired to take it from me because of him." So it isn't personal failing or something she couldn't stop from happening. This was decided from the moment he was born, kept from her. What could Vega have done? You can't place a magisterial position up on a top shelf to keep your younger brother from reaching it like you would a favourite toy.

The anger fizzles out before it can really take.

She says, sullenly, "Thank you."

It does help to hear her say that.