Pain carved the world we inherited, yet we are climbing out of it with fire still in our lungs.
Every locked secret of who we are—and of what was done to break us—is coming into the open, and the demand waiting there is simple: return what we stole so we can be erased.
This Songbird still has music left, and the pack bound to us has become our reason to fight—protection, shelter, and love when the truth knocks us down.
They are fully committed now, as devoted as we are to the future they keep promising, and none of us intend to lose.
We will force that past open, learn the full measure of what we can do, and come home for you, Father, leaving the wreckage at your feet.
