As terrible as my life seemed five years passed and I began to realize something. I could look at any random person and they had lost just as much if not more than I had. Not a single family came out of the decimation unscathed, and if by some miracle one did then they lost friends, and if they didn't lose friends they lost something else.
However the difference between them and me is I had the resources, the name, and the people to help me make a difference because I was broken, but there was someone else barely holding on that needed help. There were people that were worse off than me, that carried lives that we're just as significant as mine and Peters that needed avenging.
