Who am I without you?

A voice reached his ears, a voice that he hadn't heard in a long time, but also felt like perhaps he had heard it yesterday. Time had no meaning here and it both felt like weeks since he had been visited by Balthier and as if it had only been hours. He went through the motions of life here, hunting and relaxing in the sun, but his thoughts never really left his children or the regrets of what he had done. This was his punishment, yearning to get back what he had pushed away and never being allowed to do so. He was stuck in a purgatory that was outwardly pleasant, but in his thoughts he was tormented by himself. He couldn't quite shake the vision of Balthier's cold reception no matter how justified it had been.

It wasn't his son's voice he heard this time though - it was the voice of his daughter. He turned toward the sound even though she wasn't calling to him. She was calling for her mother. Even still, he moved toward her voice, his blue eyes landing on the monochromatic form. Just like Balthier it was like he could see her, but not fully. He hesitated behind her for a moment, his mismatched ears flicking uncertainly. After how speaking to her brother had gone, he wondered if it would have been better to just leave and let her wake up without having to see her face of disappointment, but he couldn't resist the chance to speak with her one last time. "Psalm," he said to get her attention, offering her a small smile as she turned to face him.

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