[ There's something deep and painful going on here, though that's not entirely surprising given her people wanted to kill her.
An image of his father's face as he died flashes in Balthier's mind. He pushes it down, but the bile rises in his stomach. Figures from the war, those terrible meetings as a Judge where he was the hand that served death and destruction. His hand tightens on the grip of his pistol. As if that could do anything against memory, against hundreds of years of empires and oppression.
When he'd first met her, he thought she reminded him of Vaan or Penelo; hard pasts, yes, but still childlike, still more full of wonder than pain. He was wrong. She's more like Ashe. Conviction rooted so deep that she'll survive anything, but maybe at the expense of everything else. ]
One of these days I'll get you to agree that you are at heart a pirate. In the meantime, know you have at least one friend here.
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An image of his father's face as he died flashes in Balthier's mind. He pushes it down, but the bile rises in his stomach. Figures from the war, those terrible meetings as a Judge where he was the hand that served death and destruction. His hand tightens on the grip of his pistol. As if that could do anything against memory, against hundreds of years of empires and oppression.
When he'd first met her, he thought she reminded him of Vaan or Penelo; hard pasts, yes, but still childlike, still more full of wonder than pain. He was wrong. She's more like Ashe. Conviction rooted so deep that she'll survive anything, but maybe at the expense of everything else. ]
One of these days I'll get you to agree that you are at heart a pirate. In the meantime, know you have at least one friend here.