Ralof’s character develops a little, but I’m leaving all of that out of Jensa’s musings along with any place or character name details. But her updates are definitely driven by specific game events, even when they're out of sequence to avoid spoilers.
I lived through a battle. That’s all I can say about it. I know we fight for our people, but that day we left a lot of their blood on the ground. Hells, half of our side is ex-Legion. We all sent brothers and sisters to Sovngarde, and I know that each one of them fell believing their cause is just. I can’t hate someone who shows valor but just happens to be on the wrong side.
I found an old friend in the smoke and fought beside him for most of the battle. Afterward he said he thought I killed more than him, and he was counting. I remember that night after we escaped, how we lay in the dark and he shook just like I did. I wonder if he’s really turned that hard inside. I wonder if it will happen to me.
The old bear finally figured out how to use my skills. I’m a scout now, liberating one of the Holds. Of course I’m good at it. The only problem is this damned uniform. I need to get a spell so that the mail won’t jingle. And I can’t hear as well with the helmet on. Still, it keeps a Stormcloak axe from accidentally finding my skull. It can get confusing with blood in your eyes and all of the yelling.
I was hunkered down last night waiting for full dark to make my move, and a bunch of soldiers passed me by. They were griping about how they’re tired, cold, and sick of eating rabbits. I had to stick my head up a little to see whose side they were on. Stormcloak or Imperial, we have the same complaints. We bleed the same, too. For that matter, so do the elves.