"It's not for everyone," Rosalind said in response. And it really wasn't. Most of the stories that made it to copy were depressing, or some celebrity gossip. The idea of 'if it bleeds, it leads' still held true even in their so-called modern time. Rosalind had always hoped that her stories could evoke some change in the world, and she held tight to that belief. If she hadn't she might have left her career behind a long time ago.
His question brought forth a grin, and a soft 'aaah' from her lips. "Well," she began. "I'd like to make sure that they're getting the support they need from the government," she said honestly. "They went to war, not for us, but for another country at the beck and call of our government. No questions asked, they did their duty. Some don't make it back from their tour. Others..." she paused and looked away to regain some composure. She was getting heated just thinking about the injustice handed to the men and women of the military at the hands of their country. "Others come back with injuries that are devastating. They don't have a voice in this world. I want to be their voice."
She let out a sigh, and took a sip from her coffee. Glancing at Fenris from over the rim of her cup she couldn't help but notice that he seemed so terribly guarded even just sitting there across from her. Rosalind was chuckling a bit when she put down her drink. "You must think I'm a fool for being so invested in this story," she said. The truth was she saw the atrocity and experienced it first hand in Kabul. There were men and women that died that day, and others that were severely injured. She felt she owed it to them to tell their story because they had saved her life.