Yes, well, Balthier knew a thing or two about trying to stop someone from destroying swaths of life and existence.

But he hadn't lost. Had felt the fear leading up, but he'd been spared the trauma of actually losing. Not that he hadn't seen what the war had done. Not that he didn't still spill tears over his mother and her city. Two million people.

Peter grips his hand, and Balthier doesn't even think. He sweeps them both around, tugging Peter in the other direction. "Then we don't have to watch," he says.