Balthier sees it coming too, but there's nothing he can do. That fist comes and his vision goes black with pain, his insides turning into a black hole as he gasps for air.

It's not the first time Balthier has been gut-punched or left for, if not dead, at least misery. Those memories are as bitter as the pain that overwhelms him.

Their thoughts blur together. Maybe they deserve this. Maybe this is all they were built for.

Why were they born, if it was just to suffer like this? Couldn't they do something to change things?

He tries to gasp out a command, but there's nothing. Just pain.