I wonder how much it takes to break someone. I wonder how far it can go before the world snaps back to old habits and ways.
Murder after murder becomes a pattern; attack after attack becomes a war; death after death becomes a tradition.
What happens when suffering becomes your sunrise and sunset, your bread and butter? What do you do, then? Where do you go?
How do you live?
The dead are gone, the living are hungry. It’s a never-ending cycle and we’re hardened by it. We also learn that no matter how regular death becomes, how common it is, we can never fully heal from its thick grasp.