Entry Five
  I have been having too many close calls recently. The desperation for a cure to this problem that plagues me gets stronger and stronger. Yesterday I was captured and locked into a forward outpost of the Garlean Empire with four other Eorzeans. I do not think they realized who I was when they locked me with four others. In such a poorly made cell as well. It was made to contain Eorzeans and they failed to factor the chance of needing to lock one of their own kind into the cell.
  The others learned of my ancestry before the guards even did. I wonder how long they have been away from the Garlean Empire and in this war zone. Regardless I was immediately antagonized. They were all in a hopeless state. Clueless of what to do. They were of little help. So I formulated a plan to help us escape. It was a very rough plan and I was not even sure that it would work. It was under the assumption that some of the technology was outdated compared to what they have back in the Empire.
  Well even though my assumption paid off it drained a lot of my blood and upon escaping I was left in a near useless state. I had to use a lot of Aether I did not have and the constant jumping back and forth of my blood aether content made my body reject my own blood. It nearly killed me. Even though I risked my life and worked so hard to help these foolish Eorzeans escape they still were very unfriendly and hostile towards me. The side effects of doing good. People here will hate you for it. There is nothing I can do but move on with my life. I need to work harder to be sure another situation like this does not happen. I recently stole a few guns from the Musketeers guild in Limsa and I am already heavy at work on new projects to assure my survival. Know that no matter how good you think you are, no matter how kind and selfless you try to be. There will always be people out there to hate you.
End of Entry Five
  I have been having too many close calls recently. The desperation for a cure to this problem that plagues me gets stronger and stronger. Yesterday I was captured and locked into a forward outpost of the Garlean Empire with four other Eorzeans. I do not think they realized who I was when they locked me with four others. In such a poorly made cell as well. It was made to contain Eorzeans and they failed to factor the chance of needing to lock one of their own kind into the cell.
  The others learned of my ancestry before the guards even did. I wonder how long they have been away from the Garlean Empire and in this war zone. Regardless I was immediately antagonized. They were all in a hopeless state. Clueless of what to do. They were of little help. So I formulated a plan to help us escape. It was a very rough plan and I was not even sure that it would work. It was under the assumption that some of the technology was outdated compared to what they have back in the Empire.
  Well even though my assumption paid off it drained a lot of my blood and upon escaping I was left in a near useless state. I had to use a lot of Aether I did not have and the constant jumping back and forth of my blood aether content made my body reject my own blood. It nearly killed me. Even though I risked my life and worked so hard to help these foolish Eorzeans escape they still were very unfriendly and hostile towards me. The side effects of doing good. People here will hate you for it. There is nothing I can do but move on with my life. I need to work harder to be sure another situation like this does not happen. I recently stole a few guns from the Musketeers guild in Limsa and I am already heavy at work on new projects to assure my survival. Know that no matter how good you think you are, no matter how kind and selfless you try to be. There will always be people out there to hate you.
End of Entry Five
