Silence ensued. Aïda waited for them to respond. When no one did, she shrugged. "What were we going to do? Smash our arklets into each other? There is no way to have, like, actual violence in this setting! So we just had a war of words." She held her hands up in front of her, making them into little pantomime mouths, aimed at each other, thumb-jaws flapping up and down. "Trying to, you know, persuade others to join our side. Trying to make the other side look bad. Just like the Internet always was." She chuckled, put one hand to her cheek, rubbed her eye. "Look, it is very complicated and I cannot explain everything right now—how it all came out."