As far back as Iris and Medium can remember, as far back as any Child in the world can remember, fighting in the third world war was all they knew. It made up everything, their lives revolving around ripping through hordes of Chinese tanks, men and women, and on occasion, a Russian plane.
Then Gerald, Iris' father, came in, and pleaded for Peace. Five years later, Peace was established. It was thought impossible by all the children, a story the Adults muttered under their breath while drunk off their asses,. Peace wasn't expected to come after world war 3. Yet here it was. As expected, Iris and Medium sprinted to the new life, ready to embrace all that Peace has brought them.
Two years later, the difference between Utopian and Dystopian is hard to distinguish. After getting a taste for Peace, they found the flavor: bland and lifeless. Still, it had to be done. If they want to move forward as a species, if they want to please the opinions they care about the most, then they need to find Peace. Even if they have to abandon everything they know, even if it means forcing a smile, the Children need to fall in love with Peace. Or at the very least, trick themselves into it.
A decade later, and barely anyone can stand it. Iris, now a therapist who soothes the scars the war left behind, is struggling to find Peace. Just one last patient, a fat Adult named Dekov, his leg a strange mystery, is all she has left. When he's healed, and only after he's healed, can she start looking for the Peace her father preached about.
Medium has to watch her friend struggle from a thousand miles away. She should be there with her, laying Iris' head on her lap as she cries. But this is what's best for her. It's what Iris wants: Peace. If she wants to find it, Medium needs to let her do this on her own. Besides, Medium has to find Peace for herself as well. Those forced smiles and fake laughs just aren't cutting it anymore.
War is familiar, Peace is hell; Peace must be kept.