Private Log
My father used to love learning about different places and people. He was born and raised in one of the small villages that Midgar was built over, and until he joined the army, the farthest he had been from home was Kalm. So even though he, like most residents of those forgotten villages, resented Shinra for taking away the sunlight, the chance to travel the world was too good an opportunity to pass up. And then he was sent to Wutai, where he met my mother.
Mama said that he really did love her when they first married, and I believed her. There were times during those eight years when he seemed to forget about his hatred and made an effort to bring us closer together again. But no matter how long his peaceful spells lasted, it was inevitable that one day I'd be woken by his barking at me like a drill sergeant and Mama crying in a corner.
When I first came to Shinra and wanted to join Shinra, they sent me to a psychologist. In the sessions I had to sit through, that lady tried time and time again to get into my head, apparently in order to prevent 'aberrant personalities' from entering an organization whose training methods could break anyone, given enough time. She seemed to think I had been transformed into a miniature version of my father, only far more sadistic, with multiple personalities and rampant pyromania.
She might have been right about the pyromania, but otherwise, I have no idea what she was talking about.
Mama said that he really did love her when they first married, and I believed her. There were times during those eight years when he seemed to forget about his hatred and made an effort to bring us closer together again. But no matter how long his peaceful spells lasted, it was inevitable that one day I'd be woken by his barking at me like a drill sergeant and Mama crying in a corner.
When I first came to Shinra and wanted to join Shinra, they sent me to a psychologist. In the sessions I had to sit through, that lady tried time and time again to get into my head, apparently in order to prevent 'aberrant personalities' from entering an organization whose training methods could break anyone, given enough time. She seemed to think I had been transformed into a miniature version of my father, only far more sadistic, with multiple personalities and rampant pyromania.
She might have been right about the pyromania, but otherwise, I have no idea what she was talking about.