We orphans had nowhere to go but the cemetary next door, thus taking from it what we could; most importantly a quote from a random headstone, a sigil from a mausoleum, and a philosophy born of the winds that grace the dead. "Signalist desu mordu" written above a raven propelled by darkness itself would carry me in this life. Long Into the midnight wars we carried these with us, though the words and image distorted by memory, it nevertheless be as uncompromising in its meaning as it ever was. These are not forgotten or unverified things, but evolving things. I have never translated the original words, or tracked the sigil lineage, for what they represent mean nothing to me. Thus shall they always be the thing I need to hear In my most dire hour; the image that propels me forth when the light is dying. If you have seen me you have seen the sigil and heard of the words. You know what they meant, somehow i know you have your own.