Kafra Diaries : A Day in The Life of...

You'd think that a Kafra's life is all fun and games, meeting new people everyday and having the trust of everybody. That's what I have always thought when I was a little kid. I have always wanted to become a Kafra lady. Half of my life, I have spent in trying to perfect the arts of storage, warps and information gathering for the great Corporation.

Outside a Kafra's life, everything is all smiles and sunshine.

Outside.

Do you know how it feels to have to forever bid fare-thee-well's to people who you know you'll probably never see again? Warriors and wives, children and young men. Always leaving you with a smile, most of them never to return from their exploits.

Have you ever seen a widow's face taking out her last valuables, nay,
the valuables of her departed beloved from your care just to feed her starving young who will probably grow up fatherless? I have seen those faces a thousand times over. In fact, I have grown distaste for it.

Great wars, fierce battles, bloody hunts and contests of death and destruction... I've seen them all. If not through my own eyes, I have seen them in the souls reflected by the weary eyes of the those fair-fated enough to return to my services.

All in a days work. Outside a kafra's life, everything is smiles and sunshine. Outside.

There should be an end to all stories. And my story shall end in the west.

- Voshino Vinca's Last Entry on her journal in Al de Baran.