But I’d forgotten that it’s the brokenness of a kaleidoscope that brings out the beauty, and as easily as there can be order, everything can fall apart. Can shatter. Now shatter we had, because all those fractures and cracks we’d had at the beginning were still there, no longer covered up by wins or glory or video game parties. We were still twenty hurt men, and though we’d tried our best to crawl out of the darkness, the darkness had decided it wasn’t done with us yet.
