I am a Keeper, but my father was a Seeker of the G tribe. Raha is my twin brother; a Garlean raid separated us when we were little. Our reunion at the Crystal Tower was one of the happiest days of my life, as was the day I woke him from his slumber. Haurchefant was my absolute best friend, and hardly a day goes by that I do not think of him. He was always there for me with a warm drink and a comforting smile. Any time I go to Ishgard, I visit his grave. I courted Lord Aymeric for a time. His gentility and compassion always warms my heart, and it is always a joy to see him. Sadly, I felt the need to end our courtship. As a Scion of the Seventh Dawn, it is my responsibility to remain politically neutral in Eorzean matters, and that is admittedly difficult to do while in a romantic relationship with one of the alliance leaders. That is my story, and I am sticking to it. Honestly, I’ve been feeling a little conflicted with my friends lately. They continually express strong opinions that I no longer agree with. One of these things is their negative attitude toward the Ascians. Yes, their mission is misguided and Fandaniel in particular is not right in the head. But, after that conversation with Hythlodaeus, and learning who and what I truly am—the sundered soul of the Ascian Azem—I find myself far more sympathetic toward them. Emet-Selch’s recreated Amaurot resonates with some part of me, and I often find myself wandering that quiet city of his memories. Another contentious point between me and the Scions and alliance leaders is the matter of Zenos yae Galvus. I know they all hate him, believe him mad and wish the star to be rid of him. But I...I have always felt something with him. A kinship, a similarity of purpose. The first time he defeated me, I felt a burning need deep within to win against him. He was a trial I had to overcome. I still remember the smile he gave me before slitting his throat. The emptiness I felt when he was gone. The surge of joy that rushed through me when Estinien confirmed he was alive. Through our rivalry, I believe I found my equal. My soulmate. As insane as everyone else would regard it—as mad as I sometimes think myself—I love him. I will not wait for the destruction of the star before our reunion. If I must, I will make a trip to Garlemald, alone and unannounced, to see him again.