This was the role that I was supposed to take. How I acted was what they asked of me. The Fayth. The dead of Zanarkand. They didn't say why, or how, but just do it. THEY didn't care what I thought, they just ordered and expected to be obeyed. Not that I could rebel against something like that anyway. I was just too obiendient.
I felt like that obiedience was going to be the death of me. I feel kinda alone since the lady didn't give me any information about what timeline or where I was.
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I just wanted to be friends with somebody from here. I wanted to be friends with Braska and I very well wanted to know more about him as a person, not a summoner. I mean he left his daughter to fight Sin. Why wouldn't he want to spend the rest of what he had left with her? Why sacrifice his life and not be able to BE with his daughter; wasn't that the point of the pilgrimage?
All of that thinking, made me think of sitting in a tree. It was a place where no one could disturb me, unless they noticed me of course. Less thinking, more action I say, sometimes. Anyway, in the tree I thought out my situation and argued a situation in my mind.
Of all things I decided...
This was the role that I was supposed to take. How I acted was what they asked of me. The Fayth. The dead of Zanarkand. They didn't say why, or how, but just do it. THEY didn't care what I thought, they just ordered and expected to be obeyed. Not that I could rebel against something like that anyway. I was just too obiendient.
I felt like that obiedience was going to be the death of me. I feel kinda alone since the lady didn't give me any information about what timeline or where I was.
...
I just wanted to be friends with somebody from here. I wanted to be friends with Braska and I very well wanted to know more about him as a person, not a summoner. I mean he left his daughter to fight Sin. Why wouldn't he want to spend the rest of what he had left with her? Why sacrifice his life and not be able to BE with his daughter; wasn't that the point of the pilgrimage?
All of that thinking, made me think of sitting in a tree. It was a place where no one could disturb me, unless they noticed me of course. Less thinking, more action I say, sometimes. Anyway, in the tree I thought out my situation and argued a situation in my mind.
Of all things I decided...