[There might've been a day when Jecht got mad over all this. Might've been a day when he stomped off, unwilling to put up with this crap. Might've been a day when -- well, when he was a different person and would've reacted differently.]
[But you know, Jecht has a kid. A crybaby whiner of a kid, kind of a stick, all bones. Not much of a man really, right? And that kid, for all his flaws and problems... still smarter than this lady here.]
[Jecht doesn't look up from his writing, in which he describes a large bird as 'pretty fat, but that might just be this one.']
You wanna make enemies rather than friends, that's your choice. But it's a damn stupid choice, you know.
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[But you know, Jecht has a kid. A crybaby whiner of a kid, kind of a stick, all bones. Not much of a man really, right? And that kid, for all his flaws and problems... still smarter than this lady here.]
[Jecht doesn't look up from his writing, in which he describes a large bird as 'pretty fat, but that might just be this one.']
You wanna make enemies rather than friends, that's your choice. But it's a damn stupid choice, you know.