Clockblocker glanced at Glory Girl, to see if the mention of her family had stirred her interest. She hadn’t budged an inch. Was she asleep?
She’s probably used to it.
Not that I’m saying she isn’t asleep or despondent.
He couldn’t help but sympathize. This is a monumental waste of time. I could be out there, helping people. Or spending time with my family.
“There’s people going fucking crazy out there, and you’re talking trigger events.”
The Protectorate was coordinating shifts so the Wards could collectively get at least some education in the meantime, on Piggot’s orders. Except this wasn’t useful, this wasn’t applicable to the ongoing crisis right here, right now, in this city. Cooped up in a PRT conference room, learning stuff that didn’t apply to actual field work.
Yeah, I see where you’re coming from.
Hell, it was on videotape, a recording of last year’s lectures. Why couldn’t they watch it in their off hours? It was just a fucked up set of priorities enforced on them from the people in charge.
Yeah, that’s probably true.
On the other hand, it’s probably not healthy to be out patrolling all the time like it seems you want to. I totally get why you want to, but to save other people you also need to take care of yourself.
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