And just as it was with her, there it is laid out bare between them. All the anger rooted in something unknown, the hatred that isn’t hatred, the untruth and its counterpart locked behind their lips. The reality was that war meant shedding behind past selves to unveil the ugly, shameful parts that were convoluted and stemmed from the lack of choices, but somehow real anyway because there was never any other option for it to be anything else. 