Wars aren't meant to bring people together, they're meant to make a crack in the earths surface from the rage and anger. But somehow, even though they were completely different. They found each other through that mist of rage. They were all broken and beaten, with trauma linked to their ankles. Their hearts so hidden they had begun to rust. But they were each other's people, their night light in the dark. And perhaps, they have what it's takes to give humanity, and each other, one last shot.