Anita found herself liking Quillion. He seemed very pragmatic and there was a sincerity in his beliefs that she had seen so often in religious types. Her experience with clergy (if that was an accurate term for a Veilwarden, she still wasn’t really sure what that meant), hadn’t been a great one. Most of them seemed in it for themselves and not for others even if their teachings stated otherwise. Regardless his faith was important to him.
Quillion also hadn’t preached at her. That was a surprise too. Most of his conversation about faith had been initiated by her, and the rest hadn’t been preachy or judgmental. Just statements like “the Ascendancy used the willing” and “the Brotherhood doesn’t leave things behind.”
Anita saw the look at the crates and moved towards them. Offering to help as she answered his question. It had caught her by surprise. ”It was just my parents, me, and my twin brother growing up. We weren’t wealthy, and not really poor either. We made do with what we had, however. That was enough. I was interested in medicine for a long time. Decided to work for my medic certs as a teenager, encouraged by one do the medic/firefighters at MFD. Now I work for the fire department.”
She took a breath ”I wouldn’t say my life was one of hardship, but being a public servant, I’ve seen all types - from the wealthy to the very poor. Those who see what others may consider small that they see as the end of their world, and even those who are holding on by a thread - physically and mentally. I wouldn’t say I’ve lived hardship, but I’ve seen a lot of it, and to be honest. It can take its toll. It’s not a job for the faint of heart. he voice held no bravado - just the simple truth.
Anita remembered various calls; car accidents where people had been brutally killed. Gang violence. Things not attached to bodies that should be. ”Days like this - don’t happen often. Days where I’m in the same place helping a group of underprivileged people. But since I signed up five years ago, I’ve seen a lot of pain and hardship.”
Quillion also hadn’t preached at her. That was a surprise too. Most of his conversation about faith had been initiated by her, and the rest hadn’t been preachy or judgmental. Just statements like “the Ascendancy used the willing” and “the Brotherhood doesn’t leave things behind.”
Anita saw the look at the crates and moved towards them. Offering to help as she answered his question. It had caught her by surprise. ”It was just my parents, me, and my twin brother growing up. We weren’t wealthy, and not really poor either. We made do with what we had, however. That was enough. I was interested in medicine for a long time. Decided to work for my medic certs as a teenager, encouraged by one do the medic/firefighters at MFD. Now I work for the fire department.”
She took a breath ”I wouldn’t say my life was one of hardship, but being a public servant, I’ve seen all types - from the wealthy to the very poor. Those who see what others may consider small that they see as the end of their world, and even those who are holding on by a thread - physically and mentally. I wouldn’t say I’ve lived hardship, but I’ve seen a lot of it, and to be honest. It can take its toll. It’s not a job for the faint of heart. he voice held no bravado - just the simple truth.
Anita remembered various calls; car accidents where people had been brutally killed. Gang violence. Things not attached to bodies that should be. ”Days like this - don’t happen often. Days where I’m in the same place helping a group of underprivileged people. But since I signed up five years ago, I’ve seen a lot of pain and hardship.”