From the twenty-fourth journal of Gwen Fireheart, written September 5th:
There is a little bit of darkness in everyone. That darkness can manifest itself in many forms, such as a weapon, anger, or belief, but it depends on the user if it is good darkness or bad darkness. My darkness is the worst of all for the simple reason that I am aware of it. I cannot control it, I don't know why it exists for me, but I know its name. And its name is the worst name you could give the darkness. It is death. Death is my darkness and I know that it will claim me someday. For now, I must live with my emotions and my terrible power, what it has done to my friends, one by one. I only ask this one question, just one. When will my life begin to mean something other than death? I fear I will never find this answer…