“Of course.”
They walked past the reams of public servants, government employees and Piggot’s own people. Emily knew she was not the only one overburdened with work, not the only one sweating, trying and failing to keep cool.
I’m also sweating, trying and failing to keep cool, but that’s because it’s currently 29°C out, in the shade.
The rest of her people were staying awake with the benefits of coffee more than anything else.
The moment the city’s problems end
(which is very likely never), all the PRT mundanes are going to fall asleep at their desks at the same time.
She couldn’t turn away everyone that volunteered or was sent to Brockton Bay to assist her PRT division, but there were too many. Space was at a premium, and there were too few places where she could establish secure offices, where buildings didn’t threaten to fall down and where assistance was actively needed.
May have to think a bit outside the cubicle.
Still, she’d sent people away when she could.
“How’s the family?” She asked. “You adopted, if I remember right?”
Oh man, is this where we learn about Legend’s orientation, about how the guy is about as straight as his (rainbow) lasers?
From this, it really sounds like Legend is happily married, or at least has an official partnership with a loving boyfriend, and they’ve adopted a child together. If that’s the case, I’m really happy for them. 🙂
(It’s worth noting that gay marriage wasn’t legal in the U.S. yet when this was written, though it’s entirely possible Wildbow decided to use his power over this world’s timeline since the 80′s for good for once.)
“We did. Arthur was worried that a surrogate parent would give birth to a parahuman, and if that happened, he’d be out of the loop.”
I love how casually this is established, too.
Arthur is a good name for a dad.
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