"Because it's not actually helping!  If it was helping....things would be better and you wouldn't have to do it anymore." 

“Who says it’s not helping?” Brigitte folded her arms across her chest, the cuts glaring up at the two of them. “I think it’s helping plenty. I haven’t gone off the rocker now have I?” And with all the stress she was inundated with, that should have happened by now.

"I...I'm trying to help you." 

“Thanks but no thanks. I don’t need your help with this, Walt. What I need help with is charms. So you can help me with that if you want to help."

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