[written at the back of his journal]
Why I'm fighting these wars? Because I wanted peace.
But along the way, I enjoyed the bloodshed too. That is sin, but I believe in my innocence. A meaningless faith.
Then what I am really fighting for?
This place has nothing to fight against.
Who is the enemy at the end of the light? How far do I have to go to see the light?
How far do I have to fight?
How far, how far, how far. . .do I have to go to hear their voices again? Voices that harden my heart into protruding, grosteque crystals with edges so sharp it cuts itself out?
Doesn't matter. I would choose the same fate over and over again, because this is my way. No one can change that. Not anyone. I don't believe in nothing.
In another place, in another time, I will choose darkness all over again. It's a never ending cycle. I tried to love, but it's not love I can create, it twisted itself in something I couldn't comprehend.
Lana, I will forget you. I'm sorry that I allowed you to help me see the light. . .in this world, I desire nothing, not for a family, not for a home, and not even you.
The rest of you?
Good-bye.
[OOC: And he's gone because I dropped him. I'm not that interested to play him further anymore.]