Journal Entry 2
IR 1256, Day 16
My name was Rexia, as a slave. I despise that name; now it screams to me weakness, vulnerability, and pathetic disgusting, cowardice. When my life began anew, I chose to be known as Siniss. Rexia was weak, born to slaves, living a mewling pedestrian existence and likely to come to some grisly end. But Siniss is strong, determiner of her own fate, and fully capable of embracing passion and power. Rexia is no more, and that name shall no longer pass my lips. There is only Siniss, now.
Before I go further, I shall inscribe the code here like it is inscribed into my very being.
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
This is a code for my life. Passion, Strength, Power, Victory. I can embrace these things. There is no room for weakness, fear, pity, mercy, or love. I shall seize my birthright, I command the strength of the force, and everything I want shall be mine.
This is correct and proper, for the strong prosper, and the weak perish. I shall defeat my enemies, but a poisoned blade in the dark is just so much more my style.