Mary was quiet for a moment, giving the question some thought. "Try to imagine what it might be like to just... appear someplace." She looked expectantly at Emilia, as though urging her to try and imagine. To pretend. "Tomorrow. Suddenly you're somewhere you don't recognize. You can't remember how you got there, it's like your brain feels... muddy. You're wearing bloody clothes and you don't know whose blood it is. Then you're brought to another strange place you don't know, and they tell you that they'll be keeping you there. They tell you that you died twenty-seven years ago. Only you can't remember. Not that it matters, because you'll still think about how it might have happened, about what it must have been like, every day. All the time." Her throat felt tight. She stopped for a moment, hands squeezing her knees, and then continued steadily. "In some ways, you're grateful. Because you have a place to stay, and where else would you go? It's been a long time. Your old flat isn't even there anymore, it's a grocery. But you also feel trapped there. Because you are, and they don't let you forget it. To the staff, to the Healers and the Researchers and everyone there - even if they're nice, and some of them are - you're a problem to be studied and solved.
"Well, your three weeks are finally up - congratulations. You know, it's hard to find a flat on a day's notice, without any money, when half the businesses in town refuse to hire you. When the government treats you like you're less than human, so everyone else thinks it's okay to do the same. Maybe you've been treated like that before. Back before everything happened, back before you died. Maybe you even got used to it. But that doesn't make it okay. You've got a friend who used to be a Healer slinging drinks at a bar. Someone who died saving the world from You-Know-Who as an Auror, making sickles bussing tables at a cafe. You wouldn't be able to return to your job here, so what sort of work do you think you might be doing? It's frustrating. Everything you used to know - everyone you used to know - is gone. Or so different, it breaks your heart. But it's also -" Mary inhaled sharply, glancing out the window at the buildings across the street. "It's new. The world is different. It's changed. It's exciting. You want to be a part of it." She turned her attention back towards Emilia, her tone shifting as she came to her conclusion. "The concept of the RRC is a good one, but it's not helping people the way they need to be helped. Preparing them with the tools they need to have a successful life outside the center. Neither is the Ministry. There needs to be trust. And respect. And empathy. If the Ministry demonstrates that, others will follow. I'd like to believe that's possible. And that's what I'd bring to this role, I guess."