[ There's still lots of work to be done, to the point that it almost feels like it will never end. Steve knows that this sort of rebuilding and recovery doesn't happen overnight, and that Libertas will be feeling the scars of this attack for months and years to come. Right now, all they can really do is focus on damage control.
At least he gets to do that much. So many times they had left a place in disarray following yet another cataclysmic fight and it was onto the next thing, with never enough time to breathe and help with the aftermath. Steve appreciates the opportunity to wade into things and offer aid, to use his abilities for what they've always been meant for.
Even outside of the more official work, he's been moving all throughout the most ruined parts of the city, jumping in wherever he sees he might be of assistance. It's getting late into the day now, not quite sunset but close to it, which means that the heat is coming down — but also that most people are too beat from a day of manual labor to keep going. As he walks the ruined streets it feels almost quiet, until he notes a lone figure near a collapsed building at the end of the street.
Through the haze of kicked-up dirt, he realizes that it's Claude and picks up his pace to meet him. As he approaches, he catches that worn-out look of contemplation on the younger man's face. He clears his throat to grab his attention. ]
Has this one been searched yet?
[ The building isn't standing anymore; it's just a piled of scorched debris, essentially. But that doesn't mean there could be someone trapped in there, holding on by a thread. ]
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At least he gets to do that much. So many times they had left a place in disarray following yet another cataclysmic fight and it was onto the next thing, with never enough time to breathe and help with the aftermath. Steve appreciates the opportunity to wade into things and offer aid, to use his abilities for what they've always been meant for.
Even outside of the more official work, he's been moving all throughout the most ruined parts of the city, jumping in wherever he sees he might be of assistance. It's getting late into the day now, not quite sunset but close to it, which means that the heat is coming down — but also that most people are too beat from a day of manual labor to keep going. As he walks the ruined streets it feels almost quiet, until he notes a lone figure near a collapsed building at the end of the street.
Through the haze of kicked-up dirt, he realizes that it's Claude and picks up his pace to meet him. As he approaches, he catches that worn-out look of contemplation on the younger man's face. He clears his throat to grab his attention. ]
Has this one been searched yet?
[ The building isn't standing anymore; it's just a piled of scorched debris, essentially. But that doesn't mean there could be someone trapped in there, holding on by a thread. ]