The light began to dim before it extinguished completely. The light of hope is gone. 

    "Worry not, it is not gone for good. It is still within you and keep it there, for it will be the very thing that holds you together. That strength that we have lost…" he says.

    I was surprised to know that I still have hope. Even though my heart and mind did not feel it. Hope to me was a dream long forgotten and one that in a way wished to forget. To have hope in a place like this could be dangerous. Who could know what could take advantage of such hope, use it and crush it without much thought. In the world before it was this way. Here, I can only imagine how it is. What they would do if they saw such hope. Ravakil however seems to see this in a way that I myself do not see. This light that we both saw it seems that it revealed more of who he is or at least what he wants.

    Ravakil, a spectre in these shadows is indeed as he said he is. To be a guide, I now understand why he was chosen. He could not tell as to why he was, maybe since it could be used as a means of weakness and as I know, weakness is not welcomed here. However, I trust him more than ever. In a place like this, he was as close as a guardian angel so to speak. He was there for me, for the flame. Not to steal it, but to protect and keep it alive. That flame, I could see it in his eyes, it was something he missed; something that he treasured. Something that he lost. The look in his eyes was like those of an innocent child. He deep down must be different than the others here. Born in the darkness, but even aside his cruel remarks, he does not belong here.