[ she watches him for a moment, and she feels it - she knows that anger, too. she's felt that anger since she was a little girl, and it's cooped up, now, it's curled in her chest like a heavy little ball. but. ]

You know, you say that, and I believe you, a little.

[ dangerous. that's dangerous, because she's been burned before. recently. so, so recently, right before she got here. we're doing this to make things better. join up with me, and you'll see. vi rolls her shoulders. ]

I knew someone who thought the same as you. She rejected the desk job her mother got her to be out on the streets, hands on. But she lost it. Whatever good she thought she was going to do went out the window and into the gutter when her mother got caught in the crossfire.

If the gunk under your shoes, the lowest of the scum, the people you're trying to save, killed your captain? Would you still believe in what you were trying to do?