Making history. Now there was something ironic, and Meg had to laugh, and it was even somewhat bitter. "I can't make history. I'm dead. My family think I'm dead, I've been gone for years. I can't exactly make a name for myself, can't be on TV or give interviews. Anything I do can't be known outside those of us the Seal has taken." It was the first time she had ever actually acknowledged that out loud, and she nodded with every sentence, as though it made that more real. Her family, her parents, who had lost both their daughters, could never see her face or hear her name again.
"But thanks," she offered a half smile. "I'd like to be able to help the people I can. Offer legal advice to the people here, keep them protected so they can focus on fighting the demons. It's not like they can just go to any lawyer, and explain 'oh hey, something happened and I used superpowers to deal with it.' But I know them, I'd know how to protect them better."
Until the Seal was done with her. "I'm just going to enjoy the time I have. Make a difference in those days I have left." She blinked though, wondering what it was Hal was actually looking at. Almost absently, she brushed her hand over her neck, wondering if there was a smudge of dirt there or something.
"I don't see any choice than us winning. I don't accept the alternative."