"How much longer.... how long before I can rest? My days grow weary, my eyes desire rest. Many days since the collapse of the wall, since the break in, since the loss of.... too much. And I am stationed here, sentinel, watchman,.... friend, waiting for a signal from those distant shores, waiting for the banner to be raised; and the wave of an arm, the return of a friend....waiting for the homecoming that may never be. For how many more days must I keep signal at this outpost? Waiting, waiting.... on these storm lashed rocks, against the winds and tides from the east, against the calamities that my own land brings upon me; rain upon rain pours out upon me. It does not cease. And the wall stands in ruin; broken and left to wash away with the passage of time. Time, and time, and time.... and still the signal from those far off horizons fails to herald any return. And yet,.... the lamp still signals, the light still shines, the fire still burns. Smoldering, simmering, buried beneath the ground. It is there, it still remains: A coal in the fire."

-Sentinel’s diary, first watch.

Fiat justicia, ruat coelum.