"Entirely fair. My list of people I don't wish to see here is quite a bit longer than those I do." He suspects Bucky may feel the same, and there's honestly some sense of camaraderie in someone else who isn't dying to get home. Balthier has felt somewhat outside the others on that point.

"Sounds like we have had some similarly charming beings in our lives. Cheers to them not appearing to be here."

He doesn't miss the irony that his father had thought he was defying those fates and taking the reins of rule back in the hands of man, but he had just been a pawn himself. And Balthier, who ran so far to get away, never did escape. Except in coming here; he hopes that escape holds true and isn't just another chapter in that horrible predetermined story.

The park is fairly empty today. It's chilly and school hours, though there are a few people milling about. The trees are large and old and there are winding paths and benches. It's a nice reprieve from the city landscape.