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“Since Iraq, it's been... hard... for me to believe that there is anything after this life. Or, for that matter, any purpose to this one. We're born, we suffer, we see people we love suffer, we die. It just all seemed so... so pointless. So cruel. Ans so final." Ambrose paused, letting the memory of Paulie's voice warm him and urge him forward. "But after tonight, I can't say that anymore. There's a lot I don't understand... but not understanding is better than not believing." Ambrose stopped and pinched the bridge of his nose. He looked at Joshua Taylor for affirmation. "Does that make any sense at all?" Joshua Taylor reached for the arm of the nearest chair and sat abruptly, like his legs could no longer bear his weight. "Yes. Yes. It makes perfect sense," he said quietly, nodding his head. "Perfect sense” — Amy Harmon