We are not the same people we were in Eorzea.

Aside from how our bodies changed when we came here, we are not now what we were. We are not Champions of Eorzea, because there is no Eorzea here. We are not conquerors of primals, because there are no primals here. We are not hunters of Ascians, because there are no Ascians here.

At least, we believe those things are not here. If they are, we have not yet found them. Perhaps there are other things here that are as important, but we have not yet found them either. So, for now, at least, we are not warriors or champions or conquerors or hunters. Except perhaps hunters of cows.

Here, in Earth, we build. We build tables, we build walls, we build community. We make a safe place at night for children in the diner. We make a safe place on weekends for drunks in the bar. We make food. We tell stories.

We came to a Wyatt that did not have us, and we are making it a place that will never not have us. We have made our mark, established our brand, placed our stamp on the town.

I approve of all this. I understand and accept Husband's purpose here.

Now I simply need to find my own.