Under The Apple Tree

Allegro almost looked behind him to see what Balthier was looking at as his soon looked up, his gaze focusing on him. It felt so improbable that he could actually be seen and heard that he couldn't really believe that it was true, at least not until Balthier hold him that he was dead and shouldn't be here. He didn't like the hard edge to his son's voice, but he couldn't really hold it against him either. He had never felt good about what he had done, even when it was happening, but he had felt like there was no other option for himself and had only ended up meeting his own doom in the process. If that wasn't karma he wasn't sure what was. "You're right. I shouldn't be," he agreed. He shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be able to walk here in Auster with him, and yet here he was—at least for now. He had no idea how much time he had here or what he could even do beyond talk to him, but for now he was here.

When Balthier pointed to the grave he was standing over and asked where 'she' was, Allegro raised a confused brow, glancing down at the grave as well. "She?" he asked softly, not fully connecting what or who he was asking for. He racked his brain for a moment, glancing back up at Balthier again as he did, until a grim thought and dread settled over him, making him feel like there was a pit in his stomach. "That's... That's not Azzurra's grave, is it?" he asked quietly, sorrow already beginning to cross his features and guilt weighing heavily on his shoulders. He already regretted how everything turned out, but if this was the grave of his daughter... Perhaps finding a way to come here was more of a curse than a blessing after all.

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