each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid

Jin wrote fastidiously, and often, in his journal. Unlike Brighid, he favored somewhat abstract impressions over strict chronicles, with the occasional arcane instruction thrown in.

The Paragon carved his own poignant pastiche on Torna's fall from golden grace; a contemplation of bitter royals' subversive complacence; a sorrowful love letter to the author from the ghosts of his cherisheds' memories lingering on the inshell of his Core - his heart, both stolen and unstolen, the only place wherein he could truly, finally reconcile acceptance and peace.

But then, he burned it, signing the writ of relinquish on his own personal Blade's history.