They were two wounded people. So different and so much the same. Both of them survivors. Both of them suffering from trauma and loss. Mirrors to each other’s suffering and struggles. But she couldn’t save him. Just like he couldn’t save her. Not really. The hard work had to be done yourself. But that didn’t mean you had to make the journey alone. He realized then that it wasn’t humanity he had given up on. He had given up on himself. He’d given up on a chance for a life of meaning, of human connection, of love.
