If Max covered his ears and gazed up at the sky, it could have been mistaken for a beautiful night, with the blazing fires leaving a faint orange glow against the deep black expanse. There was no question that the world was a place of wonder and natural beauty, it was people who invented pain and suffering. If he'd had time, he would have wondered about the future. Not only about if they would survive, or even if the human race would survive, but everything, the wider significance. Had the damage been done on this fragile world? People had destroyed everything that was once pure, and the dead would watch it burn. That couldn't be the legacy of the human race, could it?
Max wished he could think about these things. He wished he could be part of the solution. But those kinds of conversation
