ktotheatothez | March 2063 (excerpt)

Hikaru Shinta is an idiot. I learned his origins at his request and I accosted him in the Great Hall. The Weapon. The Wolf. I acted... Inapproprately. Oddly, I like Hikaru. Not like-like, but I do think of him as a friend - a friend who looks my age but is a couple of thousand years old, in reality. A friend who's actions have somehow brought me together with an Obrimos Mage, a Bladian, a Sin Eater, and a Changeling. My Blade.

I believe my Blademates are disappointed in me (except Brianna, but I don't quite know how to read that girl yet, and she wasn't around). They have every right to be, but at the same time, I think they might understand me more. I feel like I've been selfish - and immature, throwing a tantrum like I did. I knew what Hikaru was when he first spoke to me weeks ago. I knew he was dangerous. In spite of that, and I suppose because Balamb has changed me, I started to regard him as a friend. Right now, I wonder if that is a mistake.

I've been told that Hikaru never does things at random. There is a rhyme and reason to the things he does. Perhaps I need to talk to Mamita about Hikaru. Or perhaps... I need to let it lie. After all, I have a long way to go before I can ask El-Inquisitor Tagabigay if he'd be willing to teach me Lightning Song. Maybe I'll ask Alistair to teach me Seth's Storm when I'm ready. And when I can shoot a gun properly, because let's face it, I'm really bad with a gun.

I mention that Hikaru is an idiot. I say that with much affection, even though I should probably be more appropriate around him from now on. He is, after all, an Inquisitor. My boss. My better. Hmph. It'd be easier if he were a crochety old man and not twenty-one.

Now I wonder... and I know I shouldn't. How long does he have left in this lifetime?