drabble: 100-word count.
angstangstangst. and spoilers: don't read unless you've finished the game, yes?
Final Fantasy XII is quite obviously not mine: else, I'd be rich.
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Clouds roll over the horizon, and Basch sits alone, with only red-rimmed eyes for company.
Because apparently the gods didn't think it was enough to take Gabranth away, and destroy the world he knew, and rebirth him anonymously into a new world.
He has no more ties to the world he had known, where he had been a traitor and a knight and a brother and a lover. It might have been a clean break, a fresh start, but…
"Balthier," he chokes, and dissolves into dry heaving.
And for the first time in a long time, it begins to rain.