Face Down In The Pillow

Balthier hadn't really seen a sense of approval from Poem, but at least the sense of understanding. He almost felt like he could breathe again. It had been only him and Azzie since they left Abaevn, and even then there was not a single soul he would have told about them. Not until he was here in front of Poem.

She had spoke of her own lineage, and it had given him at least some sort of clarification that him being with Azzie wasn't necessarily right or natural, though when he was with her it didn't feel that way at all. Poem had asked if he had really loved her, and his answer wasn't even one he had to think of. "I do, really love her." It was full truth, but it was not all he had to say. "I love Psalm too, but not like this." He did have the comparison, but he could only admit to himself that he felt guilty for the differences in his sisters. After Allegro left, Balthier had to become Azzurra's sole caretaker and provider. He helped her regain her strength from her young illness. He may have even done more than what Allegro had done for her. And still, he did everything for her. Cared for her, left Abaven for her, but he felt like he needed her just as much as she needed him if only in other ways.

"It's hurt her." He confessed again, understanding her own turmoil from his but not knowing how to help it. "I can't tell her how I feel, but I also don't want to feel this way. I've never really felt like how we felt about each other was right, but I don't want to hurt her and I don't want to live without her."

"Balthier"