So something you may know if you talk to me, but not if you only follow this blog, but Casca is not a cis woman. He is what you’d call a “trans man” in modern vernacular, but what was unnamed in my time or referred to by euphemism. He was deeply closeted when I knew him. He really only opened up to me because he knew I was into men. I respected his gender identity as best I could, but I was not perfect as it was the 1500′s and people like him were hard to find outside the closets of a city. 

Transition was not possible back home. However, he has started to transition here and seems happy about the changes his body is going through. I’m happy for him. He’s wanted this for as long as I’ve known him. I can only hope it goes smoothly for him and that he finds happiness as a man. Even Guts is on board and calls him by the correct pronouns. I thought I’d have to drag him into it kicking and screaming to get him to correctly gender him. 

Back to Casca. We have talked a few more times. He was not happy to hear about Falconia, and is still not happy that I have achieved my goals, to the point that I have been told he went non-verbal. Before that, he was friendly and expressed a desire to stay with me. Now I think he wants me dead even more than he did before. I’m going to try and gently repair things, but If he tells me to fuck off, I will fuck off.