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114 » but at least i'm not a goddamn failure
[The strangest thing about being in the First is still the sensation of having a home to return to. Aster didn't have that, even in the Source. All of Eorzea was his home, one way or another, and the flip side of that was that he didn't have any place that he called home in particular. The Scions are his family, in a way, but the Rising Stones was no more personal to Aster than his rented bed at Cloud Nine in Ishgard, or his room over at the Carline Canopy in Gridania.
His suite in the Pendants is different, though. Oh, it had been uncomfortable, at first. Too sumptuous for a man like him, and too grand a gesture coming from the Exarch, who was at that point a stranger who didn't feel like a stranger. But now, as Aster returns to his room after a long day of investigating how to get to the Tempest, per Emet-Selch's invitation, he lets himself think, for the barest moment, that it feels like home.
He lets himself finally acknowledge how incredibly sick he's been feeling.]
His suite in the Pendants is different, though. Oh, it had been uncomfortable, at first. Too sumptuous for a man like him, and too grand a gesture coming from the Exarch, who was at that point a stranger who didn't feel like a stranger. But now, as Aster returns to his room after a long day of investigating how to get to the Tempest, per Emet-Selch's invitation, he lets himself think, for the barest moment, that it feels like home.
He lets himself finally acknowledge how incredibly sick he's been feeling.]