Blackfeather Woods here on the nineteenth floor, the neon lights make me calm

Ramsay was quickly growing bored of the conversation—Adults Talking wasn't on his list of favourite games—but perked up considerably when his brother used a word he didn't know, in conjunction with several words he did know that implied violence. Forgetting entirely that he was pretending to be his much stealthier litter mate, he piped up from the bare bushes, "what's war?"