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Time had always seemed to escape him. His time in Abaven, his time with Azzurra, The Hallows... Not that he would confront the feelings both deep and on the surface of himself, but he was disappointed and sad of the things he had done in his life. Or in the way of his mind, what life had done to him. He'd probably never see them as self inflicted, careless actions on his part.

He would come to know no one these days though maybe the drink kept him far away anyways. As time passed he had thought of seeking out Kiliaen again but it was easier to drown himself. Lost in the emptiness than having his mind rolling, hoping. He didn't have much memory of what happened after The Hallows, but none of it could have been good. If only his father could see him now.

The raft beached along the shore he had made trade for liquor as became a usual for him and as the evening started to darken he made his way back to the beach with an open bottle and began packing his things to head back out. To the islands, to the ocean, it didn't matter. As long as he had the drink, and maybe he could find some good company along the way.

"Balthier"