what had his life come to? he'd never known his parents - they had been taken by the plague, and he had been adopted by the beoulve family and raised as one of their own; a companion to their youngest son, ramza. the two were practically inseparable, even when they went off to the academy. brothers in all but blood.
and then he'd found out that that didn't matter to most people; what mattered was that blood. ramza had noble blood, as did the rest of the beoulves; he did not. and more importantly, his sister did not, and that's why she'd gotten shot.
and he'd intended to fix that. everything had been going to plan; he was assisting the princess (and the princess seemed to ... appreciate him. maybe love him. he wasn't sure how he felt; feelings are a complicated thing. sympathy, at the very least.) he'd intended to make a world where blood was not the most important thing, only to be torn away from it pretty much at random by the most competent thing the incompetent company known as CERES had ever managed to do.
they'd fed him some story about how every universe exploded or whatever and time to fix everything from some aliens that sounds like it came out of a child's fairy tale. his fingers clenched, almost involuntarily, with the unfairness of it, the frustration mounting in him only for a moment.
was this it?
was this what his life had led up to? everything, to this moment, had led up to explaining the definition of crude words to some princess who had nothing to do with any of the problems he'd dealt with in ivalice?]
1/2
what had his life come to? he'd never known his parents - they had been taken by the plague, and he had been adopted by the beoulve family and raised as one of their own; a companion to their youngest son, ramza. the two were practically inseparable, even when they went off to the academy. brothers in all but blood.
and then he'd found out that that didn't matter to most people; what mattered was that blood. ramza had noble blood, as did the rest of the beoulves; he did not. and more importantly, his sister did not, and that's why she'd gotten shot.
and he'd intended to fix that. everything had been going to plan; he was assisting the princess (and the princess seemed to ... appreciate him. maybe love him. he wasn't sure how he felt; feelings are a complicated thing. sympathy, at the very least.) he'd intended to make a world where blood was not the most important thing, only to be torn away from it pretty much at random by the most competent thing the incompetent company known as CERES had ever managed to do.
they'd fed him some story about how every universe exploded or whatever and time to fix everything from some aliens that sounds like it came out of a child's fairy tale. his fingers clenched, almost involuntarily, with the unfairness of it, the frustration mounting in him only for a moment.
was this it?
was this what his life had led up to? everything, to this moment, had led up to explaining the definition of crude words to some princess who had nothing to do with any of the problems he'd dealt with in ivalice?]