The world said they were wrong.

The world said they were animals.

The world said they were monsters.

The world was gone.

The world had been ripped apart.

The world had paid the price for demonising some of its children and its children fighting back, angered and desperate, screaming and kicking and clawing their way towards the dominance they had been denied for so long.

The world died a long time ago.

They lay together under the moon and stars, tangled in each other's arms, and the world had no right to judge them.