Journal Twenty-One
I'm sure a few of you noticed the rather large airship that was hovering over the city for an hour or so the other day. You're welcome for your first glimpse of The Strahl. Unfortunately she was only docked long enough for Balthier to get there, grab the controls and head straight back to Ivalice.
We're going to be here for a few days... at least a week, maybe a bit longer. And, when we return to Twilight Town, we'll have someone with us if things go well. Our son... he's alive...
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He's alive... I'm not even sure how to react to this right now. He's alive and he's in the hospital, but he's going to be okay. That's how we found out about him. He needed a blood transfusion and hume blood just made him even more ill so they broke out the sealed adoption records and got Balthier's name to get a hold of me because there were no Viera around to give him blood... or at least none that would. Not many of us outside the Wood. Several vials of blood later, the doctors say that he's doing better. They might need more blood in a few days, but so far, things are looking good.
Albanion, he won't even speak to us. The look in his eyes whenever he lays eyes on the two of us is full of hatred and abandonment. Not that I blame him. He's spent his life in an orphanage because no one in Ivalice wants a 'half-breed' child as he's been called so many times. He won't speak to us, just shrugs whenever either of us tries to speak to him. We're bringing him home with us; if he'll come. Means we're going to need a house before we come back. Luxord, Rikku, could one of you manage to find us something. Three bedrooms at least... you know price doesn't matter, but I'd like something near the woods with a large yard... though I suppose I can't be too picky at the moment...
Balthier is in with him now. I think they're both sleeping... I haven't slept in over twenty-four hours and the nagging feeling in my chest keeps it from happening. Guilt. I'm surrounded by it. Albanion is my son... I should have known that he was still alive! Should have known that I was lied to the night he was born. But, I was drugged to my eyeballs that night, so much so that I was barely conscious. I don't remember hearing him cry, but... god I... no, we've missed so much. We've missed everything! Every part of his life... we should have been there! And now... he hates us, the look in his eyes and the way he acts makes that perfectly obvious.
Balthier, he managed to get a hold of the adoption certificate. The name at the bottom didn't surprise either of us: Dr. Cidolfus Demen Bunansa
Wish us luck... with a teenager that we just met, we're going to need it.
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We're going to be here for a few days... at least a week, maybe a bit longer. And, when we return to Twilight Town, we'll have someone with us if things go well. Our son... he's alive...
[Private visible to close friends]
He's alive... I'm not even sure how to react to this right now. He's alive and he's in the hospital, but he's going to be okay. That's how we found out about him. He needed a blood transfusion and hume blood just made him even more ill so they broke out the sealed adoption records and got Balthier's name to get a hold of me because there were no Viera around to give him blood... or at least none that would. Not many of us outside the Wood. Several vials of blood later, the doctors say that he's doing better. They might need more blood in a few days, but so far, things are looking good.
Albanion, he won't even speak to us. The look in his eyes whenever he lays eyes on the two of us is full of hatred and abandonment. Not that I blame him. He's spent his life in an orphanage because no one in Ivalice wants a 'half-breed' child as he's been called so many times. He won't speak to us, just shrugs whenever either of us tries to speak to him. We're bringing him home with us; if he'll come. Means we're going to need a house before we come back. Luxord, Rikku, could one of you manage to find us something. Three bedrooms at least... you know price doesn't matter, but I'd like something near the woods with a large yard... though I suppose I can't be too picky at the moment...
Balthier is in with him now. I think they're both sleeping... I haven't slept in over twenty-four hours and the nagging feeling in my chest keeps it from happening. Guilt. I'm surrounded by it. Albanion is my son... I should have known that he was still alive! Should have known that I was lied to the night he was born. But, I was drugged to my eyeballs that night, so much so that I was barely conscious. I don't remember hearing him cry, but... god I... no, we've missed so much. We've missed everything! Every part of his life... we should have been there! And now... he hates us, the look in his eyes and the way he acts makes that perfectly obvious.
Balthier, he managed to get a hold of the adoption certificate. The name at the bottom didn't surprise either of us: Dr. Cidolfus Demen Bunansa
Wish us luck... with a teenager that we just met, we're going to need it.
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