mooglenet_backup | { Ten - Phone Call to Celes - Action in Figaro } (Slightly Forwarddated)

Perhaps, but it sounds as though you were doing more good than they realized before you departed.

[He watches her with interest, patient.]

It is, at that.

[It wouldn't be the first time someone had doubted her and probably wouldn't be the last, either.]

When I said, up on your ship, I'd killed people in cold blood before, I wasn't kidding. I'm not proud of it by any means, but... when you torch an entire town, people don't tend to forgive you so easily.

I didn't think you were. [He shook his head, making his earrings jangle again.]

There are ways to achieve redemption, though it's a long and difficult road. Captain fon Ronsenburg is still known as a kingslayer in Ivalice. It will take years to clear his name properly, to get people to accept the truth of what happened, but he endeavors nonetheless.

... though I must admit, I like my way better. [He smirks just a touch behind his glass.] Change your name and set flight... come to Gaia. A better place for both of us, I think.

[She listens seriously, nodding a bit, and then smirks at his last suggestion.]

Well, I've got the last part covered. No name change, though. It's not like anyone here knows what I've done.

[ Beat. ] I've been trying for almost three years to forgive myself. Maybe it'll happen someday.

I hope that you do manage, someday. All of us must face down our demons sooner or later, try as we may to outrun them. You'll feel far freer for it, I'm certain. [Take your own advice, Balthier, even if it's to be done on a much smaller scale.]

[She doesn't answer for a minute, watching him from under her eyelashes, though her head is tilted downward. He's an interesting person, to be sure. She can't quite figure him out.]

...Thank you. For listening. Not many people would sit next to a townslayer with a straight face.

[Wording used intentionally.]

[He smirks in reply. Wording noted.] I rather consider myself to be quite open-minded. Townslayer or no, I enjoy your company.

Lucky for you, I don't intend to make a repeat performance. [A smirk might be tugging at her lips now. Kudos, Balthier.]

Indeed, I count myself fortunate. You'd be so busy you'd never have a moment to spare to chat. [He laughs faintly. Indeed, he's quite impressed with himself, having earned another smirk.]

[Clearly she has needed this.] How tragic. I'd never be able to talk, let alone get kidnapped for a day.

Please. There would still be kidnappings aplenty; a sky pirate cares not for things such as inconvenience.

So I noticed. You'd better be careful or people might start expecting that from you.

[This is about when her wine glass gets refilled. What? She's not a lightweight.]

[Balthier's glass is refilled as well, having just drained the last of it.]

Well, we cannot have that. Allow myself to become so predictable? I won't stand for it. [He offers her a more genuine smile.] Perhaps just once or twice more, then.

You're a man prefers to do things on the fly, aren't you? You'd rather keep people guessing as to your intentions.

[Like tonight for example.] Remind me to be prepared at any moment, then.

I do. I treasure my freedom, you see, and keeping people guessing has always been a part of ensuring that I get to keep it. However, you can always trust an unpredictable man to be predictably unpredictable. [He shrugs easily, smiling behind his glass as he takes a rather long swig of line.] Fran and Captain fon Ronsenburg have been around long enough that I don't sneak much by them anymore. The same can be said for Penelo.

I can tell you're not one for being predictably boring, either. Next time I have questions about you, I'll be sure to go to them first. [Ohhh yeah, she's smirking as she takes her own sip of wine.]

[He laughs again, downing much of the contents of his glass in a single go.] I should be glad, then, that all of them are likely to paint me in a good light, yes? Do check with Penelo -- she would be the most forthcoming. [He winks.]

I'll be sure to do that.

[She does, however, raise her eyebrows at his glass.] Are you that happy to get inebriated or is the wine just that tasty?

More the latter, if anything -- I do have to fly, after all, so I'm afraid I'll be switching to water once this glass is through. It's difficult to get a good burn from wine, you realize. Have to drink it quickly if you wish to feel it go down.

And here I was thinking you were going to try to get me hammered on the first outing. Guess that will have to wait.

[She ducks her head though and takes a dainty sip of her wine for contrast.]

[He laughs again.] Somehow, I doubted you would appreciate such an endeavor. It would be rather uncouth of me, don't you agree?

As if kidnapping wasn't uncouth enough.

You must admit, I did it with some degree of class!

[Troll in the dungeon.]

I think that's still up for debate.

[Troooooll in the du-hu-hungeon!]

I believe I still might sway your opinion, pet.

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