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Author's Note
These are just thoughts going through Ashangeline's mind as she drives to work. It was the beginning of Chapter 3, but I decided it didn't quite belong.
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Elizabeth Arkham Asylum. Most of the people who work there have few friends or aren't very close with most of their family. Why else would they put their lives in danger everyday?
It's different than being an EMT or a firefighter, because they are protecting life and that's all. We, however, are picking life's scabs and examining how they bleed. Over and over and over, until they scar and disappear...only for us to repeat in the future, when the scar opens and we go back to picking at it.
We're not protecting anyone, not really. There are always criminals out there, so if we take one in, it just seems another one gets out. We're just keeping the maintenance of Gotham's social equilibrium.
I don't get it. Why would people devote their choice in career to talking to and keeping tabs on the deemed mentally insane criminals at Arkham? I'm sure there's an explanation, but until I figure it out, working at Arkham when you lead an otherwise normal life seems silly to me.
Normal life to me is having friends and being in contact with your family. It might not be the actual norm, at least not in Gotham. But I never had much or any of those, and thought I lead an abnormal life because I was always on my own.
After sitting with a blank mind for a little bit, I park the car and push away the thoughts.
I've finally arrived at my new job.
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