Am I Already Dead

When she pulled away from his kiss he looked back at her with a genuine hurt no matter how twisted it might have been. To him she could never turn away from him, or at least he didn't believe she would. He'd want to believe that she would always want him, that she too would suffer being away from him. And maybe that was true to some extent. They were brother and sister, they had both lost their parents. They were so far away from home, Azzurra may have never seen their other siblings again whether she wanted to or not. He'd never believe that she'd be happy without him.

She turned away from him, nearly storming off and away from him. It was like a bullet to the chest. He reacted quickly but it didn't feel that way to him. It felt like she was out of reach and like he'd never catch up to her. It was something emotional inside of him. His paw reached forward again, grasping around her foreleg to stop her and pull her in his direction. She was met back with tears welded in his eyes though still through a strong expression. A look she may have become familiar with but one that was rare. Balthier was rarely emotional, and this time he was sober. That really wouldn't matter though.

"Azzie... please..." He begged more through his eyes in the way he looked at her. He wanted to be with her, one last time. To remember the feeling like it was before. Even if they had surrounded it with his guilt. He thought of the risk of never seeing her again. It was for him, it wasn't for her. It was wicked. He'd lean forward again to kiss her, one last time. If she turned away again he had to let go. He wouldn't force it on her. Without knowing what he was doing, mentally maybe pushing her into her limits he wouldn't see anything wrong with that. He wouldn't use his physical advantage on her, that was impossible for him.

"Azzurra & Balthier"