laze

It was a vociferous and instructive discussion. It was passionate and analytical in equal measure. Rare as that might be, what was surprising was its apparent futility.

The interaction felt the emotions as much as it dissected them; broke down the reasoning as much as it built it up ; but it had the sinking feeling of falling on deaf ears. Nay, it realised, it spoke not to deaf senses, or mute. They heard clearly, reacted sharply. They understood, and thought. They vehemently debated and intently analysed.
But it always felt like they would not act. Their perception and ability, once turned away, would be wasted again. It was as if the beauty of their insight was matched only by their disheartening apathy.