Let’s talk about trust and friendship. Actually, I don’t know if I want to talk or do either of those things because it’s inevitable—the more I get involved (and frankly, it’s far too late to even use that terminology; I’m just fucked at this point) with our little gang, the more I don’t know where trust and friendship really begin or end. Do we, as a gang, commit ourselves to either of these things? Why do I feel like we should have a heart to heart of some sort? (Why is this the second time I’m actually addressing this.)
Ew, gross. Let’s not have a heart to heart. But it’s been twice now in the last few days that Yoon and I have been reminded by outside parties (one, being a blacksmith who’s coming with us from the Deep back to Sutherland, and the other being a dwarf by the name of Cass, whom we were looking for information on the Underhand from) to divulge the truth in some form or other for the sake of others having our backs…or us having theirs. Maybe I should stop talking about myself in the plural here because I feel like that’s the way it should be. It’s always been just me, like I’ve said before—until Yoon and Scratch showed up in the picture. And now I think that Yoon isn’t so invested in keeping that picture intact, which doesn’t surprise me, but I guess I thought we trusted each other and were friends? It’s really better not to hope for bullshit like that.
On a better note, I got to relive my good old thievery days. I swiped a painting clear from its case and made a small chunk of gold out of it. I’m pretty sure that I have no more moral compass anymore, and I don’t think I really care, either. Oh, well.
Does that fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me -mantra come into play somewhere here?
I’d kind of like to know why, if Yoon is having a mini crisis about killing me, she didn’t just do it back in Lorentzian. I would have called that 100% commitment once. I guess it’s not that. I guess we made it full circle. Trust and friendship. Great.
P.S. Yoon, yea, I guess you don’t need a vampire.
P.P.S. The Underhand isn’t after me, by the way. Pretty sure they’re after you (again, Yoon) for failing the job which involves me: oops. Don’t make me regret having your back, though. I’m not offended or anything by your crisis, but still. Trust and friendship, right?