Your father sounds a good deal more pleasant than mine. [ His smile is strained. The image of his father dying from the wound he inflicted flashes across his vision. Maybe it would have been better not to remember. ]

I'll admit you've piqued my curiosity. Coffee next time. Always happy to expand my tastes.

[ Balthier falls in step. It's strangely familiar, strolling through a crowded space with a pleasant companion. This has always been something he's loved. ]

I'm still not entirely sure how all these Earths invented handheld communication devices but don't rely on hovercrafts. I suppose to lack of track-eating monsters makes them less practical here, but there's nothing like open skies.