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But the room remembered.
In hushed hallway conversations and cautious side glances, the moment replayed itself. Not the insult—that had been crude and predictable—but the reply. The calm sentence. The way it altered the dynamic without spectacle. The way it made raw anger look small. People began recalculating. Loyalties shifted subtly. The unspoken rules of engagement felt less certain.
In a world obsessed with spectacle, it was restraint that carried the day. And everyone in that room understood something new: power does not always belong to the one who strikes first. Sometimes, it belongs to the one who answers last.