Everything is so subtle now, so faint, so gray. Its been years, maybe decades, and everyone is still as hopeless as the first day. Its surprising on how a near-apocalypse takes a toll on morale. On both ways. Morale can shift easily by events or actions. Its bipolar, Gwen always says. She might be right there. Its extremely fragile, delicate. Yet it can rebuild itself easily. Not hope, though. Its tough and persistent but once it breaks it will never come back... <<Swap's Work>>