We have all become strangers to each other, souls purgatory by blood with bloodthirsty hands. There are also wreckage longing for redemption. I think we are still longing for a glimmer of life. We keep waiting until hope is gone. Not everyone will be punished for their sins. Even if we give everything we have and are willing to be stained with sin, we are not scum. We still have people we want to protect.