Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait.

What I'm saying is, when you have weight like that in your life, you have to start looking for the bigger picture or you are gonna sink.

I feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is... new.

Are we all just Dark Age doctors, swearing by our leeches? We crave a greater science. We want to be proven wrong.

When the entire world is built on death and horror, when existence is a constant state of panic, it's hard to get worked up about any one thing. Specific fears have become irrelevant. We've replace them with a smothering blanket far worse.

It's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too, I'm just... still alive.

... we shoved out many hopes and fears into their hands, believing those hands were strong because they had firm handshakes. They failed us, always. There was no way they could not fail us - they were human, and so were we.