Contradictions
A big part of me says I should be begrudge him. Well, that's not exactly it… more like, something inside me says that I should. I mean, something that isn't a true part of me, something that's been implanted there.
I was brought up to hate the Al Bhed. Good qualities weren't even a part of it, there was nothing good to be seen. They weren't smart, or kind; they most certainly didn't care about the well-being of Spira. Illogical really, in retrospect. How can those capable of wielding Machina be simpletons?
This man is amongst the most intelligent I've ever met. He knows most everything worth knowing about our society, and then he has all the knowledge given to him by his own people. We were never taught about they way the Al Bhed lived in the temples; the Al Bhed were forced to learn about us Yevonites in order to survive.
Where's the justice in that?
He is certainly kind. He's here, just as willing to lay his life on the line in the effort to stop Sin. And it's only now that he's been given that chance; how many Al Bhed before him have been refused the chance to try and prove themselves, to make their mark if you will. But there you go.
I'd be surprised if he was normal. I never would have expected him to be… so much better than the others. I know I should hate him, or at the very least disdain him. I'm sure that admiration is something you're meant to feel for his kind.
Well, I still talk like one of them. 'His kind'. The more I think about it, the less different we all seem. We're all of this world, when it comes down to it, Sin kills indiscriminately. Gippal's helping me see things as they are, as they should be seen. I'd like to think I'm returning the favour, but he seems infinitely more accepting to others than they have been to him.
We must all seem such fools.
No one ever told me that an Al Bhed would be charismatic, or that they could make a whole squadron lighten up with one smile. No one ever told me that. No one ever said that an Al Bhed could be beautiful.