Breakfast at Massimo
location: patio outside Massimo, world 1
I had been unprepared for the Lady Ashe's sudden attack. Although I had always treated her with respect, she knew that I prefered not to use the titles to which I was born. Al-Cid knew this, and thus used them to tease me, but I had never looked for nor wanted them from Vaan and Penelo, the latter of whom ( Read more... )
Who am I, am I Dalmasca? Am I Ashe? Is Larsa Archades, or is he merely Larsa? Can we even be distinct as such? Do I need defending? The very fact that it took one of the Empire to break the Empire's hold...ah, this is circular, frustrating, an inept thought! I desist.
Dalmasca is Archades wary ally. We do not doubt the Empire's peace is one that lasts for only as long as Larsa's whim does. Larsa we trust, perhaps; the Empire we do not.
Ashe mistrusts Larsa, he who sits back and watches while others do his bidding. Talk has made mention of 'someone' controlling this place, our presence here; I suspect...
Ashe...Ashe is resentful of Larsa, because at his side he holds Basch, he who should be at myside. And when he returns, who will wait but Basch?
When I return, who will be there?
Here I thought to be Ashe, alone; Ashe, anew.
And instead Larsa makes me into Dalmasca and Ashe, and angry and sad, and lonely.
I was not born to rule. I do, I do it well, and I do it alone, but I cannot be 'Ashe' on a throne; Ashe cannot, will not want.
Ashe wants.
My apologies for my presence, my words, my anger. This is not appropriate; but I will not deny it. Thus I should not speak to Larsa, until I relearn myself.
I will go, and hunt ghosts of my own.
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