Confessions to a Cat (Journal)

[WorstRPerEver]

I don't get it, Cat. It doesn't make sense.

 

I thought he'd stab me, or turn me in. Or at the very least, take his money back and continue on his way. I didn't think he'd leave me a couple gil.

 

Why'd he do it?

 

Why'd she do it, too? Is money really that unimportant to richer folk, that they're willing to part with it in exchange for boring stories, or outright give it to people like me?

 

I could've avoided all this, if I hadn't given my day's wages to the Xaela the other night. But she needed it. She was like me when I first arrived in Ul'dah, alone, broke, no one to turn to or talk to, no one to trust. I couldn't just leave her like that. It was kinda dumb of me, maybe a little, to give her the money that was supposed to keep you and me fed, but what's done is done and I regret doing it. At least, I don't think I regret it.

 

Is that why they helped me? They didn't want to leave me the way I was?

 

I dunno if they expect me to pay them back in some way. They didn't say I had to, but it doesn't stop me from paying them back, right?

[WorstRPerEver]

You remember that lady, don't you? The one who led that adventure a few weeks back?

 

What do you think of her?

 

That question I asked was kinda rude, I guess. I was curious, and a little worried, but maybe I should've waited until the room wasn't so crowded to ask it.

 

People judge each other for what they used to do and where they came from. I bet people would judge me, too, if they knew what I'm not telling them. No one would trust me, no one would want me working for them. So I hide it. I lie, or I just don't tell the whole truth. What they don't know won't hurt them.

 

Maybe she's trying to do that. Hide the truth and become a new person. I can't really blame her. If I did, it'd make me a hippogryph.

 

...That's the wrong word, isn't it?