But you're... you're just saying things. Empty things. You're not telling me anything — anything at all specific.

( 'Trust' and reasons that might recommend strangers, who seem to have no real understanding of Yancai. It frustrates her, a woman who lost enough already, to be told nothing will work, yet supplied no alternative. )

You don't have an answer. You're just putting down ours.

( At least they have one. )