The whole situation reminds me of a water balloon battle I had as a kid. I kept getting some really good tosses in and one kid really didn’t like that. I didn’t have the wherewithal at the time to realize I was distressing him, assuming he was having the same fun I was having. Anyway he spent like 10 minutes trying to get the world’s biggest water balloon created while he got soaked constantly and balloons broke like mad as he overfilled them.

Eventually, he managed to fill a particularly massive balloon. This thing was absurd sized, to a 9 year old. Properly absurd. I don’t even know how he lifted it. But once he finally achieved his goal, he finally staggered to his feet with the balloon, roared a mighty 9 year old battlecry, and charged at me, only to trip on his own feet and tumble to the ground with his face impacting the balloon just as it exploded, soaking him. The meltdown was legendary; we all stopped playing, most of us just watching with bemusement at his misfortune. It was a huge own-goal, a massive self-own, and while I was certainly the motive, I had nothing to do with how it all played out.

I bet Greta feels a similar way, though she probably has way fewer conflicted feelings about the justice behind it, though.