Chapter 12: Journal
“When we were young, most of us were indoctrinated with a foundation of principles with the hope that we would remain unshaken in our humanity when faced with doom. We convinced ourselves, and our children, that we would be the white knights that would save the kingdom from darkness.
The Fringe, however, has a way of making you accept things that you once promised yourself you would never accept. Horrible things. After losing so many who tried to fight with seemingly righteous principles in mind, I realize I am only alive because I was better at killing than most. Instead of hiding and running, I seek out my enemy.
There are remnants of their pasts that surface here and there, but they are gone. Here, but gone. As always, I may not return and so I leave you with my prayer in the hope that you may understand. I do not ask for forgiveness, but if I do not return, I ask that someone stand in my place and become the one to continue this work so that many will remain unstained. This is my prayer.
I am overcome with sorrow at the state of my soul tonight, but tomorrow will gladly fight again. This night I embrace my guilt and know that I, and those around me, are safe because of it. I cleanse this world of those who would end it for others. I am the keeper of humanity, but must embody that which is inhuman. I destroy, in hope of sustaining life. This is my curse and my blessing, but in moments of darkness I am always granted a moment of light. In that light, I pray that you will sleep well, children, and one day forgive this monster of his duty. Until the morning.”
-Journal of the Unknown-