The emotions that were overtaking Tempest were some of the strongest she'd ever felt in her life.
It was overwhelming.
This wasn't the first time that she'd been exposed to poverty. She lived all of her life in America. It was an epidemic. She'd seen poor people on the East Coast and even in California where she grew up. But she'd always thought there was someone in the background who would help those people. Always thought there was some sort of infrastructure in place for the ones who needed it. Here on Ustea, she couldn't believe the lie. She knew that there was no one here to help these people.
She bit back tears as she thought about how soft her life had been with Dron so far. The scientific advancements. The excess of pretty much everything. Things the people of the poor class would literally kill for. She felt so guilty.
The door closed behind, and Pinat was out of the residence.
