Kill The Lights

His eyes wandered around the multiple fireflies, they were still, still with him. Like level with his own body as the raft gently rocked back and forth. Out of the corner of his eyes, yet again he saw the colors of his father though only this time was he able to fully look onto the ghostly form, levitated by the fireflies underneath of him. His paws brought him to the edge of the raft, in front of his father though the ghostly figure was a short distance away and the raft somehow wasn't moving any closer. He had some sort of look of disapproval before turning away and silently submerging under the water. His breath left him while he didn't realize he was holding it. But he was almost sure that when he got back to the island, it wouldn't have changed the way he wanted to be with Azzurra. Not with her there. And he couldn't leave her.

"Balthier"