Face Down In The Pillow

He shook his head as if he was trying to determine the difference between dreams and reality. He thought everything was real... Allegro's ghost, his own real dreams felt like reality. But it must have just been lucid dreaming. He didn't look back towards Poem, as she moved closer he didn't lash out or anything of the sort. He wasn't an aggressive man, just was being run mad by the illness. "He doesn't like what me and Azzie have done." Just then he heard hissing through his ears, causing him to look up to the blackened sky away from the waning moon. As if there were bees buzzing around his head, his eyes searched around the air for the whispers that Poem couldn't hear, and words he couldn't even make out himself. He let out a huff of frustration as his chin pulled into his chest with a clenched jaw.

"Balthier"