Rage never disappears. It accumulates. It seeps through wounds and settles to the very bottom, where it stays for a time in utter darkness. But each vessel of the soul has its own capacity, and there comes a moment when rage, spilling over the edge, bursts out into the open. The fire of anger incinerates everything in its path, and the thirst for revenge demands new victims. What can stop it and put out the flame? Only blood.