[right][h2][color=lavender]Teresa’s Catharsis[/color][/h2][@Tlazolteotl][@silver21][@JJ Doe][/right]

[color=lavender]Friends. Now there was a complicated topic. As Sirpa talked, Teresa contemplated not answering. 

Being a hero wasn’t a round the clock thing, not in Providence. The council liked claiming to promote work-life balance among their heroes – it made for good PR – but their monitoring of what the heroes did in their downtime was an open secret. It made keeping to yourself the easier choice. The morally correct choice, even. Protecting their identities meant they could serve their city, and what was a hero who didn’t make sacrifices to protect others? 

Funny how they’d turned out to be protecting people from their own mess the whole time.

[i]Oh, fuck it.[/i]

Teresa tipped her glass until it drained empty.

‘[b]Sure[/b],’ she said, in the expectant silence that followed Sirpa's answer. ‘[b]He tried to kill me, but we’re good now. He was just doing his job, y’know? I might’ve done the same a couple years back.[/b]’ She waved a hand. ‘[b]So. You know. Communication’s good.[/b]’

She waved a hand again, mostly to get the server’s attention. She needed–no, she [i]wanted[/i] another drink. A few more wouldn’t hurt in this place that seemed adamant on keeping her here. Was [i]this[/i] the thing she was supposed to do to leave? Talk things out? She didn’t see the point in hashing her business out with people who barely knew her, but... Westbound had probably felt the same. [i]He’d[/i] made it out. Maybe she should take a page from his book.

[i]...Easier said than done.[/i][/color]