Kell Has the Intelligence of a Training Dummy - Exhibit Flan
I need to write more in my journal, I write, as if I don’t preface all of my entries with that.
There’s a reason I wanted to be the one to beat up the magistrate, tax collector, whatever he is. Because at least then I can confirm whether or not he’ll fess up - Usually, you slam a man’s face in the wall a few times, and they’re ready to talk. Not coherently, but they’re ready to talk. He wasn’t - We’ve confirmed that.
Once that’s confirmed, then there’s no point in beating him up anymore. Maybe if we were doing it because of a righteous action or whatever I would have kept at it, but no, we needed information. Once that wasn’t an avenue worth exploring, I stopped. Ayame did not.
Still, knowing that, we might have another option available to us, and I’m not going to inform the rest of the Tower about it. They don’t need to know the depths I’m willing to go to if it means they get to keep their noses clean. Well, every one of them except Ayame - That girl’s nose is a thousand yalm deep in chocobo shite.
I’ve been clean with Yhta about what I percieve to be my role in our hierarchy. If you need something dirty done, call me. If you need me to protect you, I’ll be there with armor and axe. If you need me to put my life on the line to save others, I’ll be there. The others probably think I’m just a sadistic bully who’s sole purpose in life is to be the worst person around.
Which I’d consider a fair assessment, to be honest. Eamont would weep if he heard me say that about myself, but while he’s been able to rise above his misdeeds, he also has his faith and skills that aren’t just hurting or killing things.
Now, I need to find out where this Yumeshi stays in Kugane, beat up whoever I gotta to get an audience, find an interpreter and then offer my services as whatever he needs. Maybe that’ll make him more likely to open up. Or I’ll get captured and killed. Either or.
Eamont deserves better than me anyroad.
The Tower needs someone better than me.
Why does this sound like I’m writing my last will and testament? Seven hells, am I actually going to need to inform them of this? I suppose they probably should know where my corpse is liable to end up. I’ll postmoogle something to be delivered here once I’ve decided to do this.
They damn well better not give me a godsdamned funeral - This’d be likely to curse them for a hundred years considering the shite I’ve pulled.







