But I guess I was never much of a writer (insp.)
“It’s hope” Angela told him over pancakes and coffee left too long perking. A good mix of morning, acrid black & sickly sweet artificial sugar. “The uniforms, the Slipstreams. When Overwatch came into a place, we were loud… people knew we were there to help” Shoulders pulled in shrug. “That hope was good, kept people alive until we could get to them. I’ve seen – ” Again Angela paused, inflecting. “I’ve seen miracles that had nothing to do with medicine, just wish there had been more of them."