Love, my foe, has nothing to do with battle. The most evil person,
the most chaotic person, too, can love. I respect my friends, I even
respect my foes. I do not disgrace anyone in battle that has not
disgraced me.

I kill you Lightwalkers for sport, because your existance beckons
destruction to my beliefs. I love my friends, I love my fiance, but
this does not mean I don't have to become pacifist. I hold anger,
we all do, even you I am sure. Towards at least one person, we all
show hate. Towards at least one person, we all show love.

Wanting to see your kind demolished beneath my grasp has nothing to
do with love. Then, in fact, my hate for you can hold everything
with my love. To keep her safe from your tyrrany, from everything
you bring upon the rest of us. Deceptions. Light. I want my loved
ones safe from these factors. I want to protect them from living
in the conditions I have to live in.

These are my reasons for my war. These are the reasons I fight.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Glacian, in the year 234 AF.