Everything you know of the world, its laws and rules and the way you dress and act and speak, your hopes and dreams. The kind words of a stranger on the street. The laughter of a child. That is peace. War. War tears the veil away. It makes our nature plain and base and returns the world to its oldest form, strength or death. Ash… blood. Once war comes, cannot be controlled. It devours all.[to Priscilla]
