They sweat, bleed and fall for everyone around them but never themselves. Yet it was clear they were not heroes.
They made no actual difference to the direction of the world or the society they found themselves under. They were obviously not villains.
They smiled, grimaced, laughed, looked upon the world and had the world carve lines of wrath upon their expressions. Still they had no faces.
They are born to mothers, have wives and children, cross seas, scrape skies, and die. Though few amongst them would amongst them would suggest they’ve lived.