In your humble opinion, when your only other paradigms are
a) A bleeding heart doormat who is too busy rescuing orphans from trees to learn about having a good time
or
b) A ludicrously aggressive thug who can only put aside their insatiable bloodlust for long enough to put said orphans in trees in the first place
being a weirdly competent goof feels like checking off the final square you needed to call ILLUSORY CHOICE BINGO, even if it means making the OCCASIONAL INSENSITIVE JOKE ABOUT SOMEONE’S SON DYING.
TO THE FATHER OF THAT SON.
WHILE HE HELD THAT SON’S CORPSE IN HIS ARMS.
AND THAT SON’S DEATH WAS KIND OF YOUR FAULT.
GALLOWS HUMOR aside, this modus operandi has served you well, accruing you a ROGUE’S GALLERY of COMPANIONS, some CANONICAL, others FAR LESS SO. Most of them are literally rogues! You always like to keep at least one around, just in case. Never know when a lock will get in the way of your SICK LOOT or a trap will get in the way of your SICK LIFE. You could always CHANGE CLASSES and handle all that stealth shit yourself, YOU GUESS??? You just don’t really feel like going to all that trouble for what usually amounts to, like, a pair of pants that aren’t as cool as the pants you already have, just to change back because not being able to bench-press your entire family LIKE A CLAYMORE-LENGTH SWORD WARRIOR makes you uncomfortable.
Regardless, most of the locks these days are MINIGAME BASED, which you do not suffer lightly, so you let your HACKER STOOGE SQUIRE handle them anyway. Which is just as well. He gets SARDONIC when he doesn’t feel essential. And you want to get your money’s worth.