Zach just nodded. "It wasn't called that then. It was just life." No one spoke out about it now like he'd seen on television before his arrest. There wasn't a running plot line in shows about it. It was just part of life. He'd wondered once, right after the shooting when the news seemed so confused as to his friends' motivations, if anyone would ever really notice that such tortures were happening. That their children were worse than they were themselves. He supposed now they did, but the logical side of him still doubted it.