“Yet, the light outside is not the same. It ticks with madness, expelled by angry bodies. Natural light has been outshone by the fire of angry, wrathful metal. So we hide, away from war and the comforting faces we once shared our lives with.” FireMadnessAbsenceAloneOvercomeMetalIn HidingMissing FamiliarityNatural Light DepletionWrath Of War Book:All the Hope We Carry Source: All the Hope We Carry