“It had not been easy. It had been tough and tiring. And draining. Even a little bit scary. But the wild rush of joy, the sense of achievement had been ecstatic. It made everything worthwhile. Most importantly, it brought back the sleep that had remained elusive until then. Deep, dreamless sleep. The kind of sleep that had been impossible for weeks -- months, really -- as the rage built and built, a pressure cooker with no valve, no release, no way to let the steam escape without something breaking. Now the steam had escaped. Something had broken, yes. But not inside. Outside. The thing that broke was another person, and the breaking had been... satisfying. More than satisfying. Necessary. Like scratching an itch that had been driving you mad, like drinking water after days in a desert, like finally, finally being heard after a lifetime of being ignored.”