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part of the rewrite of my DRK zine fic i'm working on!

A knock at the door shattered his reverie; he blinked to refocus—still holding the jar of earth shards, still not a damned clue what he could do with them—and glanced up toward the front door, and Hanami, who had climbed up onto the counter to reach an upper cabinet. “You going to get that?” he asked. She was right there, after all, and it wasn’t as though Sid was particularly well-known for his neighborly hospitality.

“Not my house,” she said, and slammed the cabinet door for emphasis. “Not my problem.”

He heaved a sigh and abandoned the crystals, inching past her perch on the counter so he could reach the door. At least it had sounded like a polite knock, rather than the pounding thud-thud-thuds that had echoed through the alleyways when irate Temple Knights were making their rounds.

the point of 70 isn’t do not seek to ease the burden. it’s not you should carry your pain with you, that it is somehow right and just and noble. it’s that it’s okay to hurt, yes, and to admit that you hurt

but, by that same measure, the only way to move forward is to forgive yourself. forgive yourself for hurting. forgive yourself for the things you have done. forgive yourself for the things you could not do. forgive yourself for surviving.

Junelezen 3 - Job 

Karla began her journey first as a Conjurer in Gridania, then quickly became a Paladin while her traveling companion (and fellow Warrior of Light) focused on the healing arts. When they arrived in Ishgard after the Bloody Banquet, she found a strange teacher and a soul crystal, and was pulled along into the Abyss to be a Dark Knight, and threw herself into the job and what it meant wholeheartedly.