"The world is a ledger, a balance of lies, Seen through the filter of violet eyes. Truth is a coin that we hoard or we spend, A means to a beginning, or just to an end. I don't look for mercy, I don't look for grace, I look for the friction in every face. For life is a gamble, a deck to be thinned, And I am the whisper that rides on the wind." — Lyra "Vex" Sterling