As I sit here on the brink of destruction,
I can only think of the dawn and what the sun will bring.
Serenity permeates my soul, yet I am active and restless,
Not wanting to serve, but following, scared.
Light burns through the webs I spin around my lies,
And the sun, the glorious sun, tries to show me the truth.
But the darkness, the welcoming darkness, is overwhelming,
Tempting, easier.
But in the long run, I believe I will be able to see
Through my own deception,
A deception as flawless as if I had spun it myself.
And yet I know that that in itself is its own lie,
And that I am too willing to believe.
Evil consumes my destiny,
And the light pierces through.
I do not know if my own strength is enough to survive
The light, but I will welcome it as it shatters my deceit.
But my resolve seems unsure,
As if the lies woven by my Master are trying to prove themselves true.
The light hurts, I wish to stay in the darkness.
The light redeems, I wish to be free.
From Daius' journal, just before the final confrontation with the Ronins.