Her eyes started watering. She blinked the tears away.
“And my orders?”
Stay alive and… stay sane?
“Order number one is that you go see the PRT’s therapist. If I can clear it with Director Piggot, figure out a way to make the patrol schedules work, I’m going to try to get everyone to go.
Sounds like a good idea. Man, the amount of fictional ‘verses out there where no one gets therapy…
I’m honestly kind of flabbergasted that nobody higher up than me has mandated it already.”
Heh, yeah.
“Okay.” In a way, she was relieved, at that instruction.
“Order number two is to let yourself cry, damn it. Stop holding it back.”
Open those dams.
Seriously, this is good advice.
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