"Five letters written by the man that vanished from his life after setting fire to its very foundations. And Kensei knew exactly who they were directed to. It didn't take him more than a second to place the name. Hiro had mentioned it once: the friend who waited loyally for his return. He remembered Hiro leaning against a fallen tree trunk, eagerly scribbling on a piece of paper the same size as these, his eyes lost in a future Adam couldn’t see."

My god, that paragraph's beautiful.