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It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.



Nathan cringed at the mention of their history class; rather not reminding himself of the class nor how many assignments he had sitting in his dorm untouched for the subject.
"I think I prefer the silence." He chortled to himself before tapping the tip of his pen to his lips; glancing back over at Adam to speak again. "What are you doing after lunch? you have a spare right?"