Under The Apple Tree

There was a long pause, the certainty that it really was Azzurra buried here becoming more and more real the longer that he waited for Balthier to answer, until finally he heard the truth of it and a shaky sigh escaped him at the wash of relief he felt. It still didn't answer the lingering question from the first time he found himself in this realm of where exactly the rest of his children were, but at the very least he knew this wasn't Azzurra's grave and that eased his fears for a bit longer. Instead, this turned out to be the 'bitch that could have been a mother', as Balthier so eloquently put it. Aranea.

Allegro blinked with surprise and looked back to the gave, slowly starting to put more pieces together for himself as more information was slowly revealed. He had left and soon after was murdered. For whatever reason Balthier and perhaps some of his other children had left Abaven since it seemed that his son was living in The Hallows—which was where Allegro had last known Aranea to be. Now Aranea was also dead, leaving their pups entirely without a parent—though it was hard for Allegro to think of Aranea as their parent any more. When he turned his gaze back to Balthier it was with a familiar understanding. He had lived through the same frustration and anger toward his mother and had gotten at least one chance to have his own words with the woman before the last of his hope and will had fallen apart. "I'm sorry that I can't give you that satisfaction," he told him with a sigh. "Though as someone that had it out with her and got a chance to speak my mind once... It's not as satisfying as you might hope it to be."

Allegro gave a small shake of his head as he stood there for another moment, wondering why he had wanted to come back one more time so badly. Maybe if he had managed to find his son when he was in a less inebriated state then his visit would have been more fruitful or helpful, but he'd never know. Both times he had made contact with the living world it had only brought him face to face with the hurt state that Balthier was now living in. Maybe he had done enough damage and he needed to accept that there was nothing he could really do to effect what was left behind now. "I'm sorry," he finally said after another long pause, his tone genuine even if Balthier didn't want to hear it. "Please take care of yourself Balthier... None of it is worth doing this to yourself." And that was all he managed before he began to fade, drifting back as quickly as he appeared.

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