These Children Learn From Cigarette Burns

Looking down at her when they locked eyes was completely painful, and as her hoarse voice broke out, Balthier reached forward to attempt to grab her in a tight hug from behind. "I love you so much Azzie." He had insisted as he went to push his face into her scruff, though not through lies. His feelings for her were undenyable, and how she could be so hurt and confused was extremely understandable even to him. With his own worries, he didn't want to make her feel the same way. He looked back up at her with actual tears welling in his eyes, an entire emotional roller coaster he had exposed to her in the last half day or so. Pubescence, becoming a man, it wasn't an easy transition as much as he had already been prepared for responsibilities that come to his own survival. "You are so beautiful." he repeated in reassurance. Absolutely nothing had changed with the way he felt about her, just that hidden plague in the back of his mind. Allegro's voice the night he saw his ghost descend into the water. It was haunting to him.

Attempting yet again to brush his paw against her cheek softly, "Nothing can change the way I see you." He hadn't really cried up to this moment, but still those tears lingered at the bottom of his eyes. The amount of guilt he felt for treating her this way heavily before him. "But please just let me keep this to myself." He had always felt like kissing her and being with her was wrong, though it had never been so apparent to her until now, until this most important moment in their lives together. But he didn't want to plague her too, he just wanted her as happy as ever, not wondering if he was thinking of how wrong their incestual desires were.

"Balthier"