A moment later, he released a series of body-shaking sobs.
The sound was pure anguish, sheer loss, the pain of years breaking through a dam that had held it in place for far too long. It was the heart’s cry of a young boy left by his mother to languish in darkness, of a youth forced to fight before he learned to love, of a young man plunged into darkness again before he had a chance to accustom himself to a life in the light, of a God who had no choice but to deal death to one he loved. There was no anger here. Only agony.
