[There's a twisting in her stomach that Jill can't tell if it's envy or effects of wine on an empty belly. Probably a bit of both as she sits here in her little starter apartment in the same clothes she slept in last night, looking like some vagrant who resides full-time in a chocobo coop. One glance at her and one would never would have guessed she has roots in nobility.
No, the rifts are uncivilized things that have no respect for the people it drags through. But Kaveh is wrong. There is someone she's angry at and someone she would place the blame on because there's no where else it seemingly fits.]
I'm angry at me. I can't judge them for no decency when I have none myself.
[Not quite true, but years of self-hate just doesn't go away overnight.]
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No, the rifts are uncivilized things that have no respect for the people it drags through. But Kaveh is wrong. There is someone she's angry at and someone she would place the blame on because there's no where else it seemingly fits.]
I'm angry at me. I can't judge them for no decency when I have none myself.
[Not quite true, but years of self-hate just doesn't go away overnight.]