“What does light represent?” Jason asked. He was thinking of the golden magic that Alexion had wielded. “Confidence,” replied the old man. His mouth curled in a grimace. “However, my experience is that an abundance of confidence often presents as arrogance.”
Desire ≈ Darkness
Cofidence ≈ Light
Passion ≈ Fire? My assesment of other correlations are uncertain enough that I'm not even hazarding a guess at this point.
