Dear Diary,
I definitely did not flee the country. Just because I am now sitting on the Great Bridge waiting for Crimean Customs to get their act together does not mean I ran away from my problems.
I was trying to be subtle about this, but – and this, Diary, is a genuine shocker – the random guard, this guy with a no indoor voice and an overwhelming fondness for red, who reviews people traveling between Daein and Crimea, he recognized me. No former King of Daein/current Senator is going to be allowed into their country without all the proper protocol, and for certain no son of Ashnard can avoid a visit to Melior. After all, they have to show off the Crimean spirit and give a good old-fashioned "fuck you" to my fake dad, even if it's disguised as an exchange of diplomatic pleasantries.
Yes I am clearly aware of the irony that no one important knows who I am, but some shmuck on the night shift definitely did. If the Goddess were still alive, I would have a decent argument that she hates me. Although to be fair, she clearly did when she was alive, too.
Ugh, sorry if I'm a bit bitter, Diary. I was just hoping to take a nice solitary trip into the wilderness to hire the Greil Mercenaries to come to Nevassa. And this guy won't stop yelling at me even as he prepares to escort me to the capital. He's not even all that mean about it, he just won't stop yelling. I have a feeling he was put all the way out because he probably sounds like he's speaking at a normal volume back in Melior.
Okay, he's ready to go. Wish me luck that I don't have a migraine by the time I'm done here.
-Pelleas