I can't fire a gunblade.
The gunblade's not the important bit. I've never used a sword, either. I fired a crossbow once, but I lost the bolt twenty feet away from the target. I nearly concussed myself with nunchaku. I have all the coordination of a banana, so martial arts aren't even an option. kid on the planet, have two options.
Option one: I can become a SeeD. I can win great victories and accomplish great things, I can travel the world with myself as my only companion, I can be the assassin in the night delivering justice to the corrupt. Unfortunately, I cannot hold a weapon without stabbing myself in the foot. And let me tell you, stabbing yourself with nunchaku takes an extreme lack of skill.
Option two: I can become a sorceress. Of course I'll have inherited my mother's abilities, so I can accomplish great things using my skill at magic. I can rule the world for centuries with my loving subjects tending to my every whim.
Who knew magic wasn't genetic? Who expected the daughter of one of the greatest sorceresses of our time to lack an ounce of magic? Certainly not my mother. She's still convinced that it'll erupt somedayt stabbing myself in the foot. And let me tell you, stabbing yourself with nunchaku takes an extreme lack of skill.
Option two: I can become a sorceress. Of course I'll have inherited my mother's abilities, so I can accomplish great things using my skill at magic. I can rule the world for centuries with my loving subjects tending to my every whim.
Who knew magic wasn't genetic? Who expected the daughter of one of the greatest sorceresses of our time to lack an ounce of magic? Certainly not my mother. She's still convinced that it'll erupt someday, like a bad case of acne.
I have my father's hair and my mother's eyes, but not an ounce of their abilities.
I love them, of course. Who could ask for better parents? My father's quiet, but I'm not very loud myself. If I want advice, I can always talk to him; after five or ten minutes of silent contemplation, he'll deliver a succinct answer which is exactly right, every time. And if I want to have fun, if I want to dress up and spend the weekend in Deling, my mother is right there beside me; she'll take me shopping and dancing and be more fun than any best friend could possibly be.
It's not their fault they have talent. It's not their fault they have expectations which I can never possibly reach.
I've tried. You would expect me to dig in my heels, right? To say "I'm not you, and I don't want to do this." I do want to do this. I don't want anything more than to please my parents, to see the smiles on their faces when I finally fire a gunblade or cast an unjunctioned spell. I spend hours training, I take diligent notes in class, I even ask for extra lessons from Aunt Quistis. But no matter how many times I face a monster with the gunblade my father bought me for my tenth birthday, I end up bruised, bleeding, and dejected. I don't have an athletic bone in my body.
I'm the most famous kid in the world. I'm destined for greatness and power. Everyone admires me. Everyone wants to be me.
All I want is to be normal for one day.