Pax means peace in Latin. It is often used as a name. He is the kind of boy that simultaneously breaks one's heart and awakens it. He is full of wrathful reverence that startles one's soul as one ineffectively stands near. He is a conundrum. One who is many things at once without being one thing at all and to simply label him would be an injustice. He is best told about in story form, because descriptive terms merely make him seem even more abstract. However, if one word must be chosen, it is "contrast;" he is a contrast in every way. More grey than any man, yet more black and white than the universe should ever allow. Both good in deed and wicked in heart, he is overcoming his wrongs while he is righting them. However, he stumbles in his same past grievances, and he is calloused when it comes to emotion. He might never let you know he cares. He might never care at all, but he is honest. He is the most honest person you will ever know, and he will tell you things you don't want to hear, but know that you need to hear them. He loves truth, and his love of truth will make him a ready match for the wits of any man. Lastly, never need him; he will never let himself need you in return. While he may love deeper than any other, you will never know, because he can never choose you, and he will die alone.
Pax is what we need.
Pax if possible, truth at all costs.