Under The Apple Tree

He was fully broken, left with nothing to feel at all and yet somehow this wavering emotion that plagued him in the moment. He was angry and upset about how he grew up, about what happened between Abaven and now, everything he could experience with himself now would probably be lost in his mind of the drink come morning. Just that day set on repeat from the day before, he wondered how he was still alive himself these days.

When the quiet sound of his father drifted on his ears, he didn't know how to react, thinking he was just so lost inside his head that it was just in those memories he pushed into the back. It was only a moment before his eyes rose from the grave that he saw his ghostly father standing there. He was in awe for just a few seconds, because this wasn't normal even in the state he was in. But he believed it was just the trick of his eyes, the drink that had taken him over. A daydream. Or a nightmare. He wasn't here, or so he thought.

"You're dead. You shouldn't be here." A husky, threatening tone in his voice. He couldn't say he grew to hate his father, but he felt like he did. It may not have been true, maybe just masked by everything else that had been a part of he and his sibling's lives, but it hurt to think of his father here standing in front of him. Still not aware that this was the real world, he pointed down at the grave that was Aranea, "Where is she?" The emotions he felt in this not so dream were meant to bring her here, not his father. Not that either of them had any control over that.

"Balthier"