OOC: (All entries are written while Grace is asleep. Where do these writings come from? What do they mean? I know, and soon you will too.)
Fate brought our brother so close to us.
Now it has separated him from us once more.
This is not the time for tears to be shed.
We cannot question fate.
Fate will bring us together again.
Fate births us. Fate kills us.
Fate. Fate. Fate.
Fate does not love us, nor does he hate us.
He fought us in the past, but now he will embrace us.
Fate must not break his own rules.
The rules must not break fate.
We are the Firstborn.