The words lock right in her throat, because she knows no matter how she earnestly believes that, Balthier would be outraged to hear it. Maybe not outraged, but he certainly wouldn't be shy about telling her what he really thinks. He has something he needs to go back home to. If she has to start calculating the weight of her life versus his, it's not comparable. She will always choose him first.
She can't get him to say what she really wants out of him. His is a stubbornness that easily rivals her own and they have reached a point where they can't agree with one another. Where they understand and even perhaps marginally respect, but it's merely disagreement. Aerith seems to get that ultimately, he'll do whatever he thinks is necessary.
Because of his heart and the way she's touched it.]
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[—something happens to me.
The words lock right in her throat, because she knows no matter how she earnestly believes that, Balthier would be outraged to hear it. Maybe not outraged, but he certainly wouldn't be shy about telling her what he really thinks. He has something he needs to go back home to. If she has to start calculating the weight of her life versus his, it's not comparable. She will always choose him first.
She can't get him to say what she really wants out of him. His is a stubbornness that easily rivals her own and they have reached a point where they can't agree with one another. Where they understand and even perhaps marginally respect, but it's merely disagreement. Aerith seems to get that ultimately, he'll do whatever he thinks is necessary.
Because of his heart and the way she's touched it.]
I don't know what you want me to say, Balthier.