Oh Luxord... always the tearful drama queen... you haven't changed in the slightest.
Apparently, I am very much replaceable. You have easily replaced me, after all. You've always blamed others for what you have done, and one day you will have to face up to that.
They found out about me from you and you didn't tell me that my family's lives were still at risk from these men. You can't escape that fault, run as you might. Run as you do, more accurately.
Stop sobbing, you arrogant fool. This isn't about you, pig! This is about the innocent boy who was shot! The innocent child whose blood I have all over my clothes! I will never be able to wash that image from my mind! And you... as ever, you remove yourself when things get difficult... decide to become neutral because it's just easier on you...
Do what you want, cretin. Hand yourself over in a flamboyant fashion to make yourself look like a honorable martyr, just so you can make me look even worse than you already have. Cry. That's what you were best at. While I washed your blood off your face...
Means precious little now, doesn't it. Thank you, Luxord. Next time, I'll make sure they shoot me instead, you know, to make your life easier.
I've thought long and hard about things, Balthier, and I'm sorry. I've been a horse's arse.
I'm going to give myself up to King tomorrow. I don't know what he'll do, but I'll do what I must to fix this. Once that happens, your problems with them will stop. I shouldn't have tried to keep everyone safe, I should have done this a long time ago, before I had a family.
What will just handing yourself over to a mobster seriously accomplish at this stage, when my son lies in a hospital bed, still unconscious, and my daughter refuses to sleep from the trauma she's suffered...?
It will accomplish nothing. But please, if you wish to be some kind of suicidal nutcase, be my guest. Do you know what would have protected your family? Making sure they knew they were in danger. Had I known that your qualms with this half-baked mobster weren't settled and that I could be a target by association, I would have stayed away until your business was settled. I would have kept them safe. You could have told me, at any time, what was going on in your life. Even through all of the angry words and the heated arguments, you and I will always be best friends, and that means we share important things in our lives.
You need to admit you're over your head with this and get some heavy-duty help. When Fran has calmed, I will personally assist you in putting an end to this stupid game you got yourself embroiled in.
Saving your backside again... seems to be something I excel at, isn't it? Silly little brother...
I can't do anything to help Albanion and Violet, you know that. I'm no doctor and I'm never going to be as good a parent as you two are to Violet. Albanion is going to survive this, because he's tough and stubborn, just like you.
I met one of King's men last night. Apparently, this is the first attack of many to come, but they're not trying to goad me into doing something. They're trying to get Zidane.
I couldn't have known that it would extend to you. Aeris and Celes know enough of what is going on, and I can have them evacuated at a moment's notice.
Of course I'm over my head with this. I mean almost nothing to King, so there is no bargain or deal I can make with him to save you or anyone else from being hurt.
Every time I try to do something without your help, I end up mucking it up somehow and needing your help badly. I guess I'll just forever be the idiot brother.
Ah, so it's the gimpy monkey boy's doing? Considering I don't like him, I don't know what we'd have to do with it... don't think this is me accepting you passing the buck. You had your part. But I do plan to kill the monkey on sight. Warn him if you dare.
Think carefully now: all these years, you have publicly professed us to be family. Your parents wanted to adopt me. There was no secret about my connection to you. It would have been very helpful if you had extended your warning our way.
That's your role, Luxord. Little brothers get into trouble, get beaten up by the big bad bullies and the big brothers have to come in with the big guns and make everything right. We may have been teenagers when we met, but I understood that concept even then. Need you forget, though, I am someone's little brother. I am the third son on my line.
But, idiot little brother, big brother will put a bullet in this for you. But dammit, you owe me big.
It's not his doing. He didn't pull a single trigger, and you know it. From what little King's man told me, they're trying to force his hand and make him turn himself over.
Indeed, and that's my fault entirely, for assuming that they would not target you.
I took care of my fair shares of bullies and people willing to fight in my youth, you know that. I'm still very used to being an only child, though, even after all these years, and I'm learning the hard way that I won't have to rely solely on myself any more.
I'll help all that I can. I'm not as good with a gun as you are, but I'm a fair shot, and another pair of eyes, ears, and fists. I have a pair of bulletproof vests, if that'll help.
Am I still permitted to visit Albanion tomorrow? I'll bring you all some proper food and tea.
Apparently, I am very much replaceable. You have easily replaced me, after all. You've always blamed others for what you have done, and one day you will have to face up to that.
They found out about me from you and you didn't tell me that my family's lives were still at risk from these men. You can't escape that fault, run as you might. Run as you do, more accurately.
Stop sobbing, you arrogant fool. This isn't about you, pig! This is about the innocent boy who was shot! The innocent child whose blood I have all over my clothes! I will never be able to wash that image from my mind! And you... as ever, you remove yourself when things get difficult... decide to become neutral because it's just easier on you...
Do what you want, cretin. Hand yourself over in a flamboyant fashion to make yourself look like a honorable martyr, just so you can make me look even worse than you already have. Cry. That's what you were best at. While I washed your blood off your face...
Means precious little now, doesn't it. Thank you, Luxord. Next time, I'll make sure they shoot me instead, you know, to make your life easier.
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I'm going to give myself up to King tomorrow. I don't know what he'll do, but I'll do what I must to fix this. Once that happens, your problems with them will stop. I shouldn't have tried to keep everyone safe, I should have done this a long time ago, before I had a family.
Help Aeris and Celes with this. Please.
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What will just handing yourself over to a mobster seriously accomplish at this stage, when my son lies in a hospital bed, still unconscious, and my daughter refuses to sleep from the trauma she's suffered...?
It will accomplish nothing. But please, if you wish to be some kind of suicidal nutcase, be my guest. Do you know what would have protected your family? Making sure they knew they were in danger. Had I known that your qualms with this half-baked mobster weren't settled and that I could be a target by association, I would have stayed away until your business was settled. I would have kept them safe. You could have told me, at any time, what was going on in your life. Even through all of the angry words and the heated arguments, you and I will always be best friends, and that means we share important things in our lives.
You need to admit you're over your head with this and get some heavy-duty help. When Fran has calmed, I will personally assist you in putting an end to this stupid game you got yourself embroiled in.
Saving your backside again... seems to be something I excel at, isn't it? Silly little brother...
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I met one of King's men last night. Apparently, this is the first attack of many to come, but they're not trying to goad me into doing something. They're trying to get Zidane.
I couldn't have known that it would extend to you. Aeris and Celes know enough of what is going on, and I can have them evacuated at a moment's notice.
Of course I'm over my head with this. I mean almost nothing to King, so there is no bargain or deal I can make with him to save you or anyone else from being hurt.
Every time I try to do something without your help, I end up mucking it up somehow and needing your help badly. I guess I'll just forever be the idiot brother.
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Think carefully now: all these years, you have publicly professed us to be family. Your parents wanted to adopt me. There was no secret about my connection to you. It would have been very helpful if you had extended your warning our way.
That's your role, Luxord. Little brothers get into trouble, get beaten up by the big bad bullies and the big brothers have to come in with the big guns and make everything right. We may have been teenagers when we met, but I understood that concept even then. Need you forget, though, I am someone's little brother. I am the third son on my line.
But, idiot little brother, big brother will put a bullet in this for you. But dammit, you owe me big.
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Indeed, and that's my fault entirely, for assuming that they would not target you.
I took care of my fair shares of bullies and people willing to fight in my youth, you know that. I'm still very used to being an only child, though, even after all these years, and I'm learning the hard way that I won't have to rely solely on myself any more.
I'll help all that I can. I'm not as good with a gun as you are, but I'm a fair shot, and another pair of eyes, ears, and fists. I have a pair of bulletproof vests, if that'll help.
Am I still permitted to visit Albanion tomorrow? I'll bring you all some proper food and tea.
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