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I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of Wylder. I try to play Undertaker. My Wylder deals more damage. I try to play Executor. My Wylder deals more damage. I try to play Guardian. My Wylder deals more damage. I want to play Scholar. His best team has Wylder. I want to play Revenant, Recluse - they both want Wylder. He grabs me by the throat. I farm for him. I gamble for him. I give him the Evergaol Relic. He isn't satisfied. I use the Will of the Balancers. "I don't need this much skill attack power." He tells me. "Give me more greatswords." He grabs Raider and forces him to throw himself off enemies. "You just need to funnel me more. I can deal more damage with the Marais Executioner's Sword." I can't find that sword, I don't have enough item discovery. He grabs my sovereign sigils. They're depleted. "Guess this is the end." He grabs his wrist. He says "Onslaught stake, go." There is no hint of sadness in his eyes. Nothing but pure, aoe fire application. What a cruel world.

I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of Scholar. I try to play Wylder. My Scholar deals more damage. I try to play Executor. My Scholar deals more damage. I try to play Guardian. My Scholar deals more damage. I want to play Undertaker. Her best team has Scholar. I want to play Revenant, Recluse - they both want Scholar. He grabs me by the throat. I farm for him. I gamble for him. I give him the Evergaol Relic. He isn't satisfied. I use the Item Pouch Relic. "I don't need this many items" He tells me. "Give me more arcane." He grabs Raider and forces him to throw himself off enemies. "You just need to funnel me more. I can deal more damage with bleed relics." I can't pull for relics, I don't have enough murk. He grabs my sovereign sigils. They're depleted. "Guess this is the end." He grabs his monocle. He says "Monocle, analyze." There is no hint of sadness in his eyes. Nothing but pure, aoe blood application. What a cruel world.

GAIUS VAN BAELSAR???

Tell me, for whom do you fight?

How very glib. And do you believe in Eorzea?

Eorzea’s unity is forged on falsehoods. Its city-states are built on deceit, and its faith is an instrument of deception. It is naught but a cobweb of lies - to believe in Eorzea is to believe in nothing. In Eorzea, the beast tribes often summon Gods to fight in their stead.

Though your comrades only rarely respond in kind - which is strange, is it not? Are the twelve otherwise “engaged”? I was given to understand they were your protectors. If you truly believe them your guardians, why do you not repeat the trick that served you so well at Carteneau, and call them down? They will answer, so long as you lavish them with crystals and gorge them on aether. Your Gods are no different from those of the beasts - eikons, every one. Accept but this, and you will see how Eorzea's faith is bleeding the land dry. Nor is this unknown to your masters, which prompts the question - why do they cling to these false deities?