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[fealty_to_none]

[If anyone recalls this event, the voice you hear might sound a bit familiar. Basically Balthier has a lot of unresolved daddy issues.]

"-too late now. You ran and ran and where did it get you?"

[Balthier's voice sounds strained as though it's painful to talk, and the bravado forced as if there is no conviction to his words."You're not him. This

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[audio]

[aint_comin_back]

[There's a hard note in his voice; it's not from lack of sympathy.] They're just takin' their notes, judgin' how you react. Rail at 'em all you want. Ain't gonna help.

... 'Less your satisfied with it. Then yell some more.

[audio]

[fealty_to_none]

....What in the name of seven he-...

[Balthier pulls the device from his waistpouch, and when he speaks sounds uncharacteristically snippish.]

I said my piece. Let them take their notes. While they're at it, they can note the a certain hand gesture and proceed to sit on it and spin.

I have work to do.

[audio]

[aint_comin_back]

Fair 'nough. 'Fraid I can't help you much.

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[fealty_to_none]

I would not ask that of you.

[A low, humourless laugh.] I suppose it will take more than insults to provoke them, though I half-expected to be struck down where I stood.

That they do this, I would see them killed if I can get the opportunity.

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[aint_comin_back]

I ain't gonna fault you for that one. Hell if I don't wanna send 'em some of my love too.

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[fealty_to_none]

I hear roses should be in season soon. Perhaps we should poison the thorns.

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[aint_comin_back]

Sounds like a damn fine plan to me.