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Solis Anima 

Entry: 01, Date ?/?/?, Time: 2:47am He whom wields the sun's fury, an incomprehensible ifrit pit ...dwelling in his very soul. A cursed flame holds him hostage, to now this new life as Hell's lapdog. A chain of undying dread hangs overhead, as though there were rain pouring down, though as one would expect it to turn to smoke, drift away, this fire cannot, and will not be put out, not even by his own will. Buried within the furious fire that engulfs his heart is a sea of regret, of pain... of question, a question that perhaps causes him to wonder, exactly; his purpose in life. The whispering cold shows but a calm to the fire, an even larger question; Should he lay down and accept death?

Upon a dangerous field he is alone, behind him stands a vast, emptiness. The other; a sea of lava. He travels through the ocean, to which his body enjoys. A satisfacation that causes illness, everything can be burned. As the world beyond him alights with destruction, he is untouched. A boy who bears a soul of ifrit in which within him wishes to scatter a wave of hatred.

To which I wonder; Is your heart immune to your disastrous fumes? There are not words to describe what must be felt beneath your human exterior, not the letters to write, nor the comprehension in existence. I continue to ponder over your life, I feel envy. For you have not only been separated beyond your life at birth, but you have too been gutted of your human life. A mentality exists but your soul was caged, upon its release you now bear with you an even larger burden that even I could not imagine. I apologize, for I will never pity you, Edward. Indeed your existence can be described as depressing, insane, or perhaps even a mistake, but I am not upset with where you and I stand at this moment in time, to a hundred years from now, to our graves. I feel what can only be described as happiness.. that you continue to live, each day and on.