No Big Deal or Anything

The life following Fenmyre had been a harsh one, but it seemed that would never end in the life of Balthier. Maybe he had been the whole core of everything falling apart. Maybe not the only pup in his litter but for some reasoning he felt his mother's abandonment was on him. His father's abandonment was on him. Losing Azzurra was on him. As much as he held it in, never told his sister how much everything had been weighing on him, he'd never admit that defeat. Drinking his nights away and on the occasion he had a day off from patrols he'd be out on the shores on the raft drinking those away too. Abaven was gone, Fenmyre was gone, his entire existence was just crumbling to pieces around him. There was almost nothing holding him onto sanity.

He kept his alcohol abuse to a minimum in his room. It wasn't anyone else's problem, he wasn't going to drag anyone in. He didn't really think he had a problem to be honest, but he knew it would be a bad impression if Artorias, or anyone else in the castle, saw the extent. He was quiet. Laying on his bed and drinking the sorrows away. Or more like bringing them up. Alcohol was a funny thing.

"Azzurra & Balthier"