[action] The Fall of The Would-Be Dynast-King

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[In Troia, just across from where the Invincible will let off passengers, Balthier is hidden in a building. Dressed in all black, he has ensured that Irvine is in a different building nearby.

This is all planned and both have perfect lines of sight in order to do what has to be done. After sending a quick text to make sure Irvine is ready, Balthier loads his gun and waits on the eldest Solidor.]

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[Watching this heartbreaking scene before him, the Marquis gained a steely rigidness about him as he knelt down beside the boy. No matter how old Larsa is now, the young man resembled more of a young child than the emperor that he is once those tears began to fall. Ondore's heart sank further once those eyes turned towards him, the sight alone enough to make his voice waver.]

H-he's gone, Larsa. Your brother...[Swallowing thickly, the Marquis tossed away his words for they weren't needed here. Instead of trying to console the emperor by using heartfelt condolences, Ondore decided to pry Larsa away from Vayne’s side.

There's blood all over you.

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Lord Larsa, he's already gone. His spirit has left him, he...[Giving up in his protests, the Marquis decided to send word to Gabranth about this news. The boy won't budge unless Vayne's body is moved but maybe the emperor's guardian can talk some sense into him.]

Stay there, understood? I'll fetch Gabranth myself.

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[Just when he was about to leave the boy, Larsa's bloody hand reached out to grab his sleeve. Pleading with him to stay, Ondore let out a distressed sigh as he settled beside Larsa again. Instead of leaving to go find the judge, the Marquis opted to call the Judge Magister instead upon his sky phone.]

Shh, shh... Very well, I'll stay. Calm yourself, Larsa.

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[Unfortunately for the Marquis, he could think of a few people who would wish for a such a tragedy because he was one of them. Being Vayne's fiercest opponent beside the Queen of Dalmasca, Ondore couldn't help but feel as if this entire event was his fault. He felt sick, honestly sick of the bad politics that has brewed over the years, sick of the underhanded tactics of men and kings alike. For the first time in a long time, the Marquis felt his age of sixty-two.

Speaking briefly with Gabranth upon the phone, Halim noticed a hue of crimson upon his orange and tan sleeves. Pausing to stare at the blood upon him, the Marquis felt slightly humored by this dry sense of irony. While Vayne and Ondore never shared a single handshake, it seemed rather ironic that Vayne’s blood would drip from his sleeve.]

Humanity, have we all lost our humanity…? [Taking a moment to recollect his thoughts, Ondore took a deep breath.]

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[The Regent approaches them.]

Larsa... You must get back on the airship. There's no knowing if the assassins who shot your brother are still around.

We'll take his body aboard, and bear him wherever you wish.

[He indicates to two of his knights, who come forward to pick up the corpse.]

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[Giving the Regent his thanks, the Marquis decides to help Larsa up so he could lead him back to the ship.]

Come, we'll stay by his side together.

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[Cid nods.]

I understand. We'd better get you all cleaned up as well...

[The knights bear the body back into the Invincible, Cid leading the way.]

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[Following in silence as well, the Marquis glances at his sky phone again while wondering where Gabranth could be. While he doesn't mind watching over Larsa, he knew that the boy's guardian would be able to reach him better than he can.

This is why he looks forward for the Judge Magister's arrival.]