15th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon
My dear journal, this week has been rather pleasant. I was able to return to fishing to a greater degree than I have since my injury - and I have been delighted to learn that this “Dark Side†will leave me alone when I am under the water.
Presumably that might not be the case if I were to meet a Sahagin. I wonder if anyone whose memories are stored within the crystal are familiar with underwater combat, or if I would be just as easily drowned as I always assumed. There is a reason I avoid assignments on the western coast, even though every single one is above the waves, for the very same reason I dislike them.
If I am going to encounter the worshippers of “Primalsâ€, I would at least like to be compensated duly. And, also, given the opportunity to kill them.
Perhaps I ought to do that on purpose soon - probably elsewhere than La Noscea, for as much as I would like to protect its people, I must do so as a lancer. T’is the greatsword - and with my “Dark Side†- that I must practice. As Nagano plainly demonstrated, the most effective (and, in many ways, only) way to do that is to fight. Real fights. Real reasons.
It seems that Delterkis and I are fated to walk this Path together.
Besides that, there have been some developments in Ul’dah, but most prominently the fact that Chanar is now aware of things appears to be making things worse. I shall not waste energy on being angry with Ampora for telling him. I spent most of the previous night hunting Chanar across the city, for he had run off in a fool’s chase for “the black markets†in the thought that he might find his real brother there.
The poor man’s mind is run ragged with fears over his twin’s fate, and I have little capability to soothe him. Only that I hope he learns of that fate soon, so that he can cope with it - whether such is that he is alive or dead.
I ought to put more focus onto finding Shirogawa’s relative, as well. I have not been upholding my promise to a very good extent, and he deserves better. Would that I had more retainers to dedicate to the task, and yet I do not feel I am deserving of anything such. And I do not trust the Rogues with anything so personal, either… I do not like to cross the lines.
I imagine I shall be busy over the coming weeks, but that is how I prefer it. Anything other than being trapped with a bad leg and a chatty stone for another moon.