no matter how hard the past, you can always begin again
"It’s as if in an instant, a painted window shatters, revealing the ugly world behind it. Laughter changes to screams, blood stains pastel stones […] I draw back so I can see his face. 'What? Boggs? Boggs?' His eyes are still open, but dead. Pressed in my hand, glued to it by his blood, is the Holo."