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

Now why would I do that? Seems too easy for you.

And we cannot have that, can we?

[She shakes her head and her smile fades a little bit. They've been honest all night. He's been nothing but kind to put up with her. The least she can do is offer the same in return.]

His name was Locke. I've... lost count of how long it's been since he left. A month? Maybe more.

[And there it was. She had mentioned him earlier, if only very briefly, and had passed over the nature of their relationship, but this confirmed his suspicions. No wonder the woman had seemed to radiate heartbreak. Uncharacteristically somber, he nodded once, sparing her a brief glance before turning his gaze forwards again as the ship dipped to glide beneath the clouds.]

I'm sorry for your loss. It's a terrible thing, to feel so deeply for someone and then just... have them pulled beyond your grasp. [He frowns.] Gaia is a world of second chances, but also very cruel in that it keeps many from their loved ones.

He's better off at home than here. He can kick Kefka for me.

[She's not looking at Balthier now, staring resolutely out at the sky and whatever landmasses they're passing over.]

It's better now... than it was. It's that funny thing they call healing. [That's right, Celes; brush it off.]

I'm sure he'll be glad to do it twice for you.

[He glances her way a second time, noting that she has directed her attention to the view. He cannot fault her; the view is one of the main reasons he so loves the sky.]

They do say time heals all wounds. I'm still waiting to find if it can ever relieve the sting completely. At least he did not go of his own accord.

[That gets her to glance his way. Was he... did they share something else?]

I'm sorry... [A soft sigh as she turns back to the view.] No. It wasn't his choice. But at least if he's home, I know Garland can't touch him.

My thanks. Out of one frying pan and into another, then. At least we now know that you are all successful in your homeworld. He'll be safe. [He knows that doesn't make it hurt less, but Celes has the right way of thinking -- focus on what's good, lest bitterness eat you alive. Now it's his turn for a pause.]

I wonder if not seeing them at all... hurts more than seeing them most every day.

He's not stupid, either. He'll make it count.

[Another glance and a small frown.] I don't know. Sounds like we should compare notes on that sometime.

[Horrible joke, but... what else can she say?]

[Another pause as he considers how to proceed, frowning. He's never spoken of it plainly to anyone. Not to Fran, not to Penelo, not to the Captain, not even to the girl in question. They had discussed it in their own roundabout way, where everything that needed to be said was kept between the lines. Basch knew. Perhaps voicing it for once would help.]

... it was a shock, to come to Gaia and find the Lady Ashe reunited with Lord Rasler. He's been dead two years in Ivalice. ... I felt guilt, when he left Gaia several months ago. As though some part of me had wished for it without my permission. In truth, I wish him no ill. With him, she is happy, and that means more to me than I can say.

A princess and a pirate would have been a poor match, anyway. [At last, he may be starting to believe it.]

[She appreciates his honesty. Rarely does she get so honest with anyone, let alone expect it in return. For a moment, she doesn't quite know how to respond.]

That won't stop it from hurting. But at least... she is happy. She is strong, a good friend. She deserves such happiness.

[Another pause as she figures out what to say. This comfort thing is not her thing at all.]

And so do even the pirates of the worlds. I... ["Hope it gets easier."]

[He offers her a smile of thanks in return -- quite genuine, if weary.]

It's been... better, since he returned to Gaia a second time. Her life is complete once again, and her son has his father. When he had gone, it was difficult, watching her suffer and being truly unable to do anything to ease her pain. But I am truly happy for them. I hope Gaia will be kind to them in the future.

[He glances her way.]

Even the pirates? Perhaps we do.

Most everyone does, oddly enough. At least, that's what the Returners at home and the people here in Gaia have taught me. A lesson that took... about three years or so to learn, but I think I've managed it.

[That might be a small, teasing smile she's offering to him.]

[He can't help but chuckle at her tongue-in-cheek assessment.]

Imagine that. Most everyone, you think? I'm quite tempted to agree.

That puts our agreement factor up a notch. We should be careful, or we might not have a reason to argue in the future.

[Not that... she will honestly complain. When did she get so comfortable with him?]

[He laughs again, a bit fuller this time, entirely good-natured. She seems to have pulled him out of the short lull he had fallen into.]

I wouldn't worry about that. People like us? We'll always have a reason to argue, however trite it may be. Isn't that part of the fun?

[Then they've done so for each other.]

I guess it is.

[Her cheeks might be tinged with a liiiittle bit of red as she glances back out the window, wondering how soon this day will be ending.]

[He notices and has the good manners not to comment; he doubts very much that Celes would appreciate such attention.

They fly for sometime, and the night sky is pitch black against the stars by the time he brings the ship to a stop just above her balcony. Why use the front door? The balcony was certainly good enough to steal her from, he can return her there just the same. Opening the hatch, he offers her a hand out.]

It's a bit of a drop. May I?

[Good call, Balthier. Good call.

She rides in silence, just enjoying the company and the sights. When he offers her a hand, she takes with a nod.]

Isn't that how these things are done? Return the lady the same way you kidnapped her?

Traditionally, I believe so. I feel it makes for a good, solid sense of closure. [That said, he takes her hand and puts the same arm around her waist, carefully, to secure her, before lowering the pair of them to the stone floor of the balcony moments later. He releases her and offers her a bow.]

Celes, it has truly been a pleasure.

How fortunate for me.

[Definitely reminding her of the opera. Such a dramatic flair. She rests against his shoulder, trusting that he won't be an idiot and ruin a perfectly good day by dropping her. At the bow, she hesitates for a moment and gives a mock curtsy.]

That's easier to do in a dress, for the record.

[A pause.] It... was, despite my misgivings earlier... Thank you.

I imagine it would be. Perhaps you'll demonstrate for me sometime. [She doesn't seem to be the type to care for dresses, and while he has no preference either way, he cannot deny that she would certainly look lovely in formal attire.]

Your thanks are appreciated, but not necessary. I do hope you'll allow me the chance to surprise you again.

[She snorts.] You'll definitely have to work to get me to do that.

Somehow I don't think I could prevent that if I wanted to. [Which clearly means she doesn't.]

[He smiles, straightening his shirtcuffs.]

I think I'm up to the challenge.

[Her lips twitch in a smirk.]

Good luck, then.

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

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