[There's a little scoff that carries over the feed. Thin.] No, what I remember is what came after the fighting stopped.
All the destruction that was left behind. How many people never really recovered. [And oh, the ones who did. Who stepped on the starving hands of every single person beneath them and decided what was best for Mexico— she remembers them.
Maybe it wasn't personal: she didn't care about the family she lost, she never knew them well enough, and empathy— as just another no-one living on spared funding and her own decisiveness— was never bled into her. But she'd picked up Los Muertos' fire as quick as anything when the opportunity was there, and she cut her teeth on the scandal that shook LumériCo to its core. It was fun. It was dangerous.
It felt like fighting back.]
It was a different kind of war when the Crisis ended.
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All the destruction that was left behind. How many people never really recovered. [And oh, the ones who did. Who stepped on the starving hands of every single person beneath them and decided what was best for Mexico— she remembers them.
Maybe it wasn't personal: she didn't care about the family she lost, she never knew them well enough, and empathy— as just another no-one living on spared funding and her own decisiveness— was never bled into her. But she'd picked up Los Muertos' fire as quick as anything when the opportunity was there, and she cut her teeth on the scandal that shook LumériCo to its core. It was fun. It was dangerous.
It felt like fighting back.]
It was a different kind of war when the Crisis ended.