[ Balthier listens to Peter's stories from home. He might be oversharing because of the spell, but that doesn't change that he's both extremely observant and that he is genuinely interested in Peter's life.
It doesn't sound like the boy has had it easy. Losing a beloved friend was hard enough, even knowing they were safe. That's what he hoped was the case with Fran. But losing his Aunt, watching her die -- Balthier can't imagine that. If they were closer, he might hug the boy. ]
It sounds like we've had a similar past few months. I'm not sure if friends or guardians are more painful. Just different, I suppose.
[ He doesn't understand all the details about memory loss or dying for five years, but human emotion is more or less the same across the universe. ]
Your loved ones sound truly remarkable. They were lucky to have you. And I know it does nothing for the gaping hole of grief, but, I'm sorry. Maybe the silver lining of being here is a chance to meet new people, have faces that aren't so recognizable.
[ That last bit is as much for himself as Peter. ]
I think it's wise to seek out mentors who value you and your safety. I have tried to fit myself to people who don't before -- doesn't ever turn out well. And I think it makes sense to honor your aunt, but, sometimes removing yourself can be great responsibility.
[ That's what he's been telling himself, at least. For years. ]
No. Court room judge I maybe could have done. A Judge is a branch of the military. They make political decisions but also carry out justice, as in executing people and leading military strikes, usually on innocent people.
[ Disgust creeps into his voice. All this time and it still makes his skin crawl. ]
I thought maybe having that power, I could help fight bad laws or divert military action. But I was one man, young and inexperienced and naive. They tricked me into votes that led to people dying. When I was supposed to lead an execution, I ran. It's not like I stopped anything, really; they just replaced me. But I couldn't be a part of that, and I certainly gave them pause and wasted a lot of their resources as a pirate.
no sorry! i love their obtuse monologuing
It doesn't sound like the boy has had it easy. Losing a beloved friend was hard enough, even knowing they were safe. That's what he hoped was the case with Fran. But losing his Aunt, watching her die -- Balthier can't imagine that. If they were closer, he might hug the boy. ]
It sounds like we've had a similar past few months. I'm not sure if friends or guardians are more painful. Just different, I suppose.
[ He doesn't understand all the details about memory loss or dying for five years, but human emotion is more or less the same across the universe. ]
Your loved ones sound truly remarkable. They were lucky to have you. And I know it does nothing for the gaping hole of grief, but, I'm sorry. Maybe the silver lining of being here is a chance to meet new people, have faces that aren't so recognizable.
[ That last bit is as much for himself as Peter. ]
I think it's wise to seek out mentors who value you and your safety. I have tried to fit myself to people who don't before -- doesn't ever turn out well. And I think it makes sense to honor your aunt, but, sometimes removing yourself can be great responsibility.
[ That's what he's been telling himself, at least. For years. ]
No. Court room judge I maybe could have done. A Judge is a branch of the military. They make political decisions but also carry out justice, as in executing people and leading military strikes, usually on innocent people.
[ Disgust creeps into his voice. All this time and it still makes his skin crawl. ]
I thought maybe having that power, I could help fight bad laws or divert military action. But I was one man, young and inexperienced and naive. They tricked me into votes that led to people dying. When I was supposed to lead an execution, I ran. It's not like I stopped anything, really; they just replaced me. But I couldn't be a part of that, and I certainly gave them pause and wasted a lot of their resources as a pirate.