This is the very first entry in what I guess is about to become my journal. Just feels like something you do when you wanna keep your daily life in perspective. And now that I've been young and old, and young again, it's not always easy to keep things in perspective these days. I know I... lost it for a little bit there.
Being back with my team helps, even though things aren't the same. Ren and Nora have their own thing they're working through. And I'm not the same boy they knew. I'm the Rusted Knight. Nora loves reminding people of that, by the way. They usually just look at her like it's some kind of inside joke they're not a part of. These days, I'd rather forget. I guess I was the Rusted Knight, but the Rusted Knight wasn't really me. Who is Jaune now?
Lately I've been spending more time with the person I thought might relate most.
最近は一番理解してくれそうな人と一緒にいることが多い。
4
Oscar
オスカー
And how is that journal going?
それで、日記についてはどう？
5
Jaune
ジョーン
I haven't quite started yet. Soon though.
まだ、ちゃんと書き始めたわけじゃないんだ。でもすぐに始めるよ。
6
Oscar
オスカー
It'll help.
きっと助けになる。
7
Jaune
ジョーン
Yeah, sometimes it doesn't feel like anything will. Don't get me wrong. I'm not unhappy to be back. I just feel out of place. Like I've left the world by and it's done the same.
I remember Alyx and Lewis. Those early days of getting to know each other were magical. It's like I was living someone else's life. For me, the secret that I knew a little of what was happening to all of us was exciting.
We compared notes on Remnant. They couldn't believe I was from the far away future. I couldn't believe they were from Vacuo. Back before the war, before Huntsmen.
I remember the first time we tried to shop at the Garden Acre. They didn't have days of the week, so they invented one. Splaturday just for us humans. Splaturday just for us humans. You know, for a while they ended up having Splaturday every day because they didn't understand. But every Splaturday, there was a Farmer's Market. Only, instead of buying produce, you bought farmers who would grow it for
We would roast things by the fire every night. But it was those campfires I remember most. Lewis writing everything down in his journal. The story he'd one day tell to help lead my friends to me. Oh, and in those early days, every night around the campfire, when I tell them my story, my adventures, oh, they always seemed so amazed. Which was weird because it was just, just my life. The mistakes I'd made and the times I'd gotten lucky. It was like having my team back. People around you who make you feel more than you are. Or maybe they see you in a way you can't see yourself. It's the same kind of warmth that a good fire brings, and laughter and a good meal.
I see those campfires all across Vacuo at night and I wonder what people are sharing, what they're building, the hope they're stoking, and what they'll be saying when this is all over.
