Steve watched the prophetess with a grim smile. He had gone to her, out of desperation for his own morals. The country, his country, the one he and so many others had fought for and many more had died for wanted to know if there was a way to repair what was broken.
"The world has always been broken." she said.
"Can America be the land of hope it was once, long ago?" he asked.
"Steve, can you remember a time when in America's darkest moments, the country was pulled through by a president who knew nothing but politics?" he blanked.
"What?"
"After the revolution when building a nation Washington had been a general. The civil war, Lincoln had been a laywer." she began.
"What are you getting at?"
"We don't need a polished up politician with the same views that are destroying us. People need to put aside blind political party loyalties and realize this."
"Is-is this a shaman's vision?" she shook her head.
"Just the observation of a woman who is not ignorant of the past and frets for the future." she mused focusing on his sheild with her brows furrowed. "Do you know what equality really means?"
"It means everyone is equal."
"But no one wants equality." she continued ignoring his confused glance. "Certain believe they deserve special treatment because of their skin color, their gender, the orientation of their sexuality. Any excuse really."
"Not everyone." he countered.
"No." She agreed, "But enough. We need to accept others not cater to them. This must also be realized."
"So there's no hope?"
"There is always hope, Captain. But not with the current mentality of our politician's and the idiotic, complacent masses."
"All I hear is hopeless." she touched his cheek gently.
"All it takes to make a difference is for the right person to say the right thing and be heard by the right people." he placed his hand over hers. "Be one of those people to learn from history and observation and open the eyes of others to this revelation."
"Why not you?"
"Who would listen to a pagan, even in this day and age?"