Pentagram Equations

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TerrisMoon

Disclaimer – I do not own the characters featured in this fic, they are the property of SQUARE-ENIX.

Summary – (In-Game) Friendship can be found in the unlikeliest of people during the oddest of circumstances. (Brief Balthier x Ashe and Implied Basch x Penelo)

Chapter Summary -- Ashe and Penelo brood over Basch and Balthier. The party have a run-in with an unlikely enemy.

Author's Notes -- Warning: The time period for this fic tends to jump between previous memories experienced by Basch or Penelo so the events of each chapter may have no connection to one another sometimes – in other words they could be there to explain the main characters' motives for doing what they do. The same is to be said for Balthier x Ashe, although there interactions will be solely introduced in the second chapter.

Enjoy,

x TerrisMoon

Part I. The Blue Divide Penelo's Turn

Her eyes were like stars to him, flashing like two constellations about to implode and force out its blinding lights upon the planet. Her lips were like two quivering blushing petals, and when she spoke her voice was like sonorous bells and bittersweet coffee. Her hair, he remembered touching the loose strands, was like the color of smoldering ash smeared with dirt. But the color itself had become lighter as the days stretched on and passed away into nothingness.

He noted that the princess still wore that tight-lipped face, all composed of livid grey eyes and a steely resolve pressed into the way she held her head up high.

Today, he noted, as he slung his strapped gun across his shoulder, was a day full of Luck for him. Today was a day full of adventure and discovery and he was inhaling the perils and the risks. He loved this; he breathed and lived for it. Yes, Balthier Bunansa lived to pilfer from the rich, to stick his hands into slimy Flans and pull out a glittering coin to fill his pockets with. He lived to pilot the Strahl, to press his toes unto the metal pedals and to lean forward, bracing himself and inhaling the exhaust from the open windows.

Yet, today, was also a day where he feared he'd trotted too far. He held his gun, all plated with gleaming gold, in his ringed fingers. Then he stopped tinkering with its various switches and knobs. Although he did enjoy playing with guns almost as much as he enjoyed flying through the firmaments and teasing his fellow noble consort. For today, he'd led the party through a twisting corridor, teeming with green skinned behemoths that groaned and shrieked like bloodthirsty fiends. And, now they were standing before another rusty hinged door that was too heavy for Balthier to push.

Basch had stepped up, politely asking Balthier to move aside. The sky pirate was more than glad to avoid getting his cuffs sullied again, so instead he sat near a boulder that was rooted deep into the cave floor. He glanced at Fran and the two of them held some wordless, voiceless communication that had to do with strategic battle plans and piloting airships. Then when they were done nodding and smirking at one another in a knowing sort of way, as if they'd practically been borne from the same womb, Balthier gaited through the open doorway.

Basch traipsed next to Penelo, his Icebrand sword turned his fingers pallid and his nails blue but he never seemed to heed it. Penelo pivoted and gyrated her way through Strikers, weaving patterned cuts and slivers through their tough green skin. Her eyelids were shielding her mysterious round eyes from the world as she danced across the circular room that was dimly lit by torches. And when she'd wandered too far near a group of ugly flying creatures known as Imps that were indeed impish in nature, Basch would come with a battle cry tearing at his throat and he'd literally dive into the fray.

Vaan was there, his poise all lax, with drooping shoulders and nimble fingers just ready to pluck from loose purses. He was like a clever cat all nimble on his toes, ready to pounce and ready to release a Parallel Arrow from his Burning Bow that had a graceful curvature to it. The blonde haired boy smirked as coins tinkled in his lumpy bag that was tied unto his dark sash. His eyes sparkled with boyish mischief and he lunged in again and again, relishing in the sounds of tinkling coins and bottled Hi-Potions.

Fran had strayed far from the door, her curved backside pressed against the rocky cave wall. Her fingers gripped her hilted Sledgehammer as she brought her blunted weapon down upon a troublesome Imp that had wandered into the room the group had just trekked through. She ran toward Penelo, her boots' pointed heels clicking on the ground noisily, as she tossed a vial of Hi-Potion upon the weary girl that was dropping to her raw skinned knees.

The usually upbeat girl muttered something to Basch as she let green light warm her fingertips and then the light grew and enveloped everyone within her range in a warming healing light. Twisted gnarled ligaments stitched themselves back together, fractured bones mended and grinded against one another as they slid back into place, and cuts oozing out metallic and salty blood closed up with newly formed skin.

The battle was endless, the monsters spawned in whooshing winds and in bursts of ethereal lights. Balthier smirked confidently, fully trusting his Sledgehammer to work its way through a tangled mass of muscled limbs and sharp claws. Pit Fiends, which resembled their close cousins, Imps dawdled around a deep pit that Vaan and Ashe were cornered into. A wall served as their only means of support against the hole that stretched out near their boot clad feet.

"Penelo, we need you to cast some Cura spells, do it quickly!" Vaan exclaimed breathlessly. He no longer wore that sly grin on his face. He'd already abandoned the purse-stealing ruse that he'd so cleverly used to avoid hand-to-hand combat. Now, Vaan was using his lithe body as a human shield for Ashe who was trying to push her way out for she wanted to fight and he wasn't letting her.

"Lady Ashe, please do not panic. Just stay there, Penelo don't bother Curing let Fran do it as she has more strength than you do right now. I'd advise you to stay near Balthier; I'll go and take care of the fiends." With those instructions left hanging in the air, the group broke up into groups of three. The sounds of boots scraping against the floor, and the din of shrieks and variously pitched battle cries, ranging from throaty gruff roars to smooth "Hmphs" resonated throughout the high cave walls that stretched upward almost endlessly. Everyone tired from the incessant scuffling and the scrambles of entangled limbs and the gurgling Death Cries that emitted from Pit Fiends and Zombie Knights alike.

When Basch had sustained heavy damage from the Imps' constant gnawing and the Zombie Knights' wild slashing with their small pointed swords, Penelo would step back on her heel and muster up as much magical energy as she could. A green light, infused with curative properties that must've been blessed by Ultima's amazing Holy powers, enveloped Ashe, Vaan, and Basch, healing them all instantly. When Penelo's magical power took a lot of effort to strain out throughout her weakened lithely body, then the team would resort to hurling Hi-Potions through the air, muttering thanks to the Gods as their energy was restored.

Between all of the battle cries and the constant switching of positions as well as the constant need for a supportive Healer (Penelo for Balthier and Basch) (Fran for Ashe and Vaan), the intermittent intervals between fights and plain treasure hunting probably only lasted for about five minutes. By the time, Penelo, Ashe, and Basch had made it to a cleverly placed Ancient Door, Vaan and the rest of the group had already fished out some well-needed Ethers and Antidotes from some glittering treasure vases.

Unlike the other areas, that Balthier had traveled to during his odd expeditions across Ivalice, this pitifully squalid cave did not have an ornate Urn placed amongst the crevices. Balthier was trying to focus on his gun again. He turned knobs, tugged at them, pressed switches to make them click and he altered his gun, modified it to his own liking. The group's satchel was running low on rations and there was a definite absence of heaviness when Vaan had shouldered his own backpack and walked over to Ashe. He helped her sheath the rather heavy Icebrand sword that she'd recently purchased.

The fact that there was no Urn in the cave made Penelo and Vaan slightly irritated. And that irritation didn't just restrict itself to the two teens; everyone was feeling it – well everyone with the exception of Balthier and Fran. Balthier decided that from herein the travelers would separate, he'd convinced Basch that if they were to do this, then they'd cover more ground in less time. Also, Vaan had added that they might be able to steal some provisions from the fiends. Balthier smirked at the boy as he walked past him, nearly bumping shoulders with the ever stern Ashe.

Ashe just strode past him, ever defiant and ever steeled. Her nerves almost numbed, her legs bowed, and her hands clasped as if she were constantly contemplating, which in fact she was. Her grey eyes looked less bright and they seemed starker now that the teams of two had regrouped and come upon a dimly lit area filled with the cacophony of roaring waterfalls and screeching Focalors.

Fran and Vaan had decided to steal away toward a particularly long waterfall since the Focalors in that area were more plentiful. While Penelo and Basch, were brandishing their weapons threateningly although the ever present smiles on their faces revealed a true feeling of familiarity borne from their constant interactions with one another. The clanging of stone hammers against Leather Shields reverberated off the cave walls and it was obvious that the two were merely having a spar to test out their strength.

Yet although the air around them seemed calmed and generally temperate, the mild climate of the caves didn't lessen the burdens weighing down on their hearts. Today was a day where the group was forced to traipse through the heart of the Sochen Cave Palace and because of the constant annoying reminder of the absence of an Urn, the group found themselves walking in circles rather often. Finally, an impatient soon-to-be-queen squatted down next to a desiccated corpse, wrinkling her nose at the putrid smell that wafted through her nostrils, and she let out a sigh full of obvious irritation.

"We've been going around in spirals. If we are to keep this up, then I fear that we shall not be able to progress any further." Basch admitted, furrowing his brows as he studied his noble consort, ready to hear her response.

"Our journey cannot be halted, we must continue onward to Archades." Ashe countered. Her voice resounded throughout the cave's walls as she sat down, smoothing her tight pink skirt over her bare pale legs. Balthier smirked sitting beside her, he placed his gun near his ringed fingertips and studied the detritus lining his fingernails with disgust.

"And if we were to keep this up, princess, then we'd exhaust ourselves until we'd rot in this series of endless sewers. Basch brings up a good point, we have been going in circles. We all need a little bit of hard-earned rest," Balthier stressed out the word, 'princess' merely to infuriate her even more.

Ashe seemed to be restraining herself, yet everyone could see that her eyes were flashing with vehement frustration. His bitter words only seemed like sharp barbs ready to pierce and graze her ego. It was as if he were purposely trying to mock her and Ashe, being the future queen of Dalmasca, being royalty no less, would not tolerate it. Yet she could not shake off the fatigue that jostled her bones and weakened her sinuous muscles.

"Then we shall take your suggestion and rest. Tomorrow we shall set out and try to get out of this place; we must make it to Archades as soon as possible." With those words firmly directed toward the eloquent sky pirate, Ashe pivoted on her heel and walked away. Her fists were balled up, and her lips more pursed than ever so that they resembled a grim thinned line.

Something was troubling her for a second later she'd disappeared behind her tent flap, obviously wanting to be left alone. Basch had started after her, his sparring lesson with Penelo was far from his mind. His concern for his princess washed over him. Penelo looked after him gnawing at her lip with her teeth until she almost split the thin layer of protective skin. What could be troubling Princess Ashe so much, what could be ailing her so, was it the death of Rasler, had she seen something that the others hadn't? Or maybe, was it simply the feeling of doubt that seemed to be nibbling at Penelo's conscience as of late, perhaps Ashe was feeling it too? Whatever it was, Penelo hoped that Basch could ease the young girl's worriment.

The sounds of flames softly crackling and the sight of the sparks emitting from the cracked and splintered kindling, comforted Balthier's mind. Although something was eating at the usually calm and mysterious sky pirate, he couldn't discern what it was but all he knew was that it was affecting his ability to sleep and he didn't like it. So he sat next to Fran engaging in a conversation with her about Hunts and Marks and things that only professional bounty hunters would discuss – just things that revolved around their profession.

Vaan was gazing over at Penelo, he carved into a Marlboro Fruit, discarding the round black seed into the fire, the orange glow illuminated his brown eyes giving it an eerie amber tint. He never failed to comfort the young girl and he certainly wouldn't fail now, he placed a cool hand on Penelo's shoulder, almost startling her out of her peaceful reverie.

"You were thinking," it sounded more like a question rather than an intended statement, Vaan thought. Penelo smiled amiably at him, yet the glow never reached her eyes, there was something veiled within her eyes. A deep passionate feeling coursed through her veins and poured from her heart, something completely indescribable. Her eyes traveled over to the green tent that was pitched up near the outskirts of the wide area that the group officially termed as their campsite.

"Yeah, I was, um, Vaan?" Penelo called to her childhood friend. She was lacing her fingers distractedly. Her eyes were trained solely upon the growing flames that lapped against the blackened kindling. Vaan turned to her, cocking his head to the side as he saw a silhouette of a medium built figure approach the small growing fire. Vaan recognized the colorful tassel that hung from the person's grey shorts. It was Basch.

"Hm?" Vaan took a bite out of the tart fruit and chewed thoughtfully although he spat out some of the rind a few minutes later, making a sour face. He didn't fancy Marlboro fruits.

"Do you think Ashe is feeling okay?" Penelo asked in a hushed tone, eyeing Basch from the corner of her eye. He placed some Focalor carcasses on the logs, poking at the peeling skin with a slender stick. Vaan shrugged, his eyes following Penelo's gaze, they settled on Basch's back then wandered over to the barely illuminated slender forms of Balthier and Fran.

"Even if Ashe isn't feeling okay, I'm sure she'll get over it. It might take her some time but don't worry about it." Vaan ruffled Penelo's hair playfully, eliciting a giggle out of the girl. Penelo slugged him in the arm and the two began their constant almost useless bickering again over Focalors and their chances against a pack of Wendigos in a fight. Things seemed to be smoothing out nicely. Yet there was a feeling of doubt looming over everyone.

When everyone had gotten their fill of Focalor flesh (it tasted like motor oil – the kind that you'd use for airships, yet there was a bitter aftertaste) and had drunk their share of water from the three hefty flasks that Balthier had brought along, the group had decided to retire for the night. Everyone was feeling lethargic and there was a general indication of this lethargy in their sluggish actions and their slurred words. Fran had decided to keep watch and Basch had marked their territory with a handkerchief that he'd tied to a bent metal pole.

The absence of Ashe's presence did concern her companions but only to a certain extent. By the time Balthier, Vaan, and Fran had retired for the night, placing more logs in the charred pile, Ashe's wellbeing were no longer fresh in their minds yet it still lingered there. Penelo stayed behind, drowsiness had not settled amongst her bones and her wiry muscles yet. She still had some energy left to burn. Deciding to pass the time by doing something productive, Penelo produced a small kerchief that she'd started knitting on with a frayed spool of wood and some pack of needles.

A melodic tune passed from her lips, yet the words of the song were lost to her. She worked the needle into the holes, pushing it through strategically with deft fingers. Her eyes glanced over to Basch who was sitting on the moss covered rocky floor, his grizzled face too dark for her to peer at. If it was night, then Penelo wouldn't have known, keeping track of the time so far underground proved to be difficult. Yet she merely assumed it was night because they'd gaited into the cave near the noontide. Minutes passed sluggishly and still Penelo worked until finally the flickering flames waned and illuminated the outline of a muscular frame.

"Basch, is that you?" Penelo called into the pitch-black darkness, her eyes caught the sight of embers smearing the wood and she caught the scent of burning charred firewood. The smoke that built up in the air heated her frame and she was thankful for it. Upon further inspection, Penelo found out that it was indeed Basch who'd nearly stumbled over Vaan's heavy knapsack. The older man bowed his head toward her respectfully, his presence alone instilling an increased palpitation within her chest.

An innate feeling of nervousness overtook her, making Penelo almost fumble over the needle as she placed her work aside. Basch turned his attention to her, his weathered Sledgehammer strapped across his groin. He was sitting near to her now, his elbow almost touching hers. There was a comfortable silence between them, tension only settling on her side of the fire as the flames roared with more intensity as they licked upon the logs hungrily. There was a thirst stirring within her, Penelo noticed. She gazed upon Basch's deep-set eyes that seemed to resemble the hue of coffee. This thirst could only be satiated through his knowledge – the one that you gained from hard years full of strenuous activity, full of emotional pain and deep regret.

Before the girl could even fully mull over why the words had flown from her pallid lips, the query had already sounded out. The question shattered the comfortable silence. And once more tension ran thick so that it made Penelo's blood curdle in a sickening way. It was so thick that she wanted to gag for fear of offending Basch with such a personal inquiry. She felt shame wash over her face and it chilled her spine almost. Her cheeks flushed as the realization poured in.

"So did you really murder Reks and the King, or is it all a misunderstanding?" As soon as the question was croaked out (her throat was dry and she really missed that cool flask of water now), Penelo's fingers pressed against her dry lips. She truly regretted asking that, it must have been painful for him to think over. What would he say to her? Would he even answer her question at all?

Basch's eyes peered at her countenance in an instant and a small frown flickered over his full lips for just a moment. Then he pursed his lips and furrowed his brows before sighing in a way that must've indicated how weary he was and how much it was paining him to reflect back on this. Penelo worried the edge of her kerchief in her hands before his voice pulled her back into its warm roughed edges. It was when he began to speak that Penelo noticed how tired she'd become and how she'd struggled to vie off the approaching fingers of Sleep.

Yet, she fought it off, struggled against its unrelenting grasp and forced her bleary eyes to open and to look upon him.

"It's all a misunderstanding, my brother framed me when he ought to have been allying with me, and I regret the day I ever set foot at Nalbina Fortress. It was Gabranth who took upon my guise and murdered the king on the eve of the treaty-signing. It was Gabranth who murdered Vaan's brother that day. I was left in shackles and sent off to the dungeons to be tortured for a crime I did not commit ," his voice came out coarser than ever and he cleared his throat afterward, taking a swig from the canteen fastened at his hip.

His eyes noticed the way Penelo's body swayed to the side and he studied the way she succumbed to the drowsiness that was beckoning her, it was all in the way she'd try to stifle a yawn or when she'd try to keep herself upright. It never really worked.

"I'm sorry." Penelo murmured amongst the soft crackling of the flames that sounded like a sweet lulling melody to the girl's ears. Basch only nodded and studied the flickering flames, the orange and red glows seemed to entice his sight.

"You should rest now, it is late." The way he said it sounded almost paternal in a way. Then again, Penelo mused to herself, Basch is like the father of the group. And she found that it was true, Basch was a devoted man. He was a man who truly deserved the title of a knight for his loyalty to the group – to Ashe mostly, was unwavering. In the following minutes, Penelo and Basch had learned more about each other than they had during their entire journey together. The time they'd wasted babbling on about enjoyable memories from their faded childhood, was almost endless.

And when the last cinder barely sparked, Penelo had already succumbed to sleep. Her mind was thinking on Basch's faked betrayal, his departure from his homeland that was nothing more than earth and crumbled dirt now, his departure from his brother – Gabranth or Noah as that was his real name, and the path that he'd inevitably chosen.

Part II. The Blue Divide Ashe's Turn

The morning approached and with it came the warmth that Ashe had been longing for. Her hair was tousled and her eyes were no longer livid but now they held a light – not at all fluorescent but just natural light from the filtered sunbeams above. Her eyes were still like stars they still held everything within their light stormy irises. They still reflected refracted sunbeams, and they still looked like the light within them could implode like meteors rocketing through the galaxies.

The young woman shrugged the flimsy covers off of her shoulders and she suppressed the urge to look at the glinting band around her wedding finger. The ring was a constant reminder of Rasler and it always brought back his ghostly image to her mind. She'd glanced at it now because it was just there and it calmed her nerves only a bit yet it also let memories flood back from the recesses of her mind. Biting her bottom lip, Ashe recalled the conversation she'd had with Balthier a few days before.

The shock of his confession to her still reeled through her mind like a piercing torpedo. She could never fathom what it had been like for him to be bounded to the confines of a burdensome judge uniform, donning a brassy helm, and taking up the title of an official lawmaker. She couldn't fathom how such a cool and collected young man could ever live in the shadow of a father who'd succumbed to the powers of a mere stone. Ashe thought over the words he'd told her, she tried to discern the meaning of his words the night before, she'd been stressing over it, and finally as she awoke this morn, she'd found the meaning behind it.

Balthier had tried to help her, he'd wanted her to make the right choice, he was warning her of something. But why is he warning me? Ashe thought with a slight agitation as she stepped into her soft beige bed slippers. She took the time to wash her hair near the incline that was located near a waterfall that dropped off steeply into the mouth of a small river.

Her tendrils were dripping wet and the water slopped down her sloping neckline until she wiped her hair off with a washcloth. She shed her clothes and took the small bar of herbal soap from her knapsack, still musing over Balthier's revelation to her about his father and what those blasted words meant. Stepping into the cool water that she'd just jumped down into, making the water pool around her bare toes and cool her heated flesh, Ashe let the sounds of the roaring falls lull her into a reverie. The water trickled over her body as she washed the accumulated grime from her curvaceous form, letting the soap suds cling to her hair and bubble up near her torso.

"Don't lose your heart to a stone. You're too strong for that, Princess."

"All this running and I got nowhere. It's time to end this – Cut my ties to the past."

His words echoed in her mind, constantly puzzling her with their cryptic messages. The bath cooled down her sweating skin and she stepped out of the cool pool, clinging unto the face of the cliff and climbing up the steep sloping rock face with moderate difficulty. She wore a simple white dress and some worn brown boots. The attire was not at all regal she noted, but she longed for something more appropriate for the warm clime. She'd scraped her knees against the jagged edges, grinding her teeth as her flesh ached and became raw, stinging as blood oozed out. Ashe finally came to the surface, she felt the rough hand of Basch pull her up and she quietly thanked him.

Her eyes travelled to the small huddle of people crowding around a steaming pot filled with a strange broth. Penelo was having a friendly banter with Vaan over something that was inaudible to Ashe. Basch was beckoning Ashe over to cooling bowl filled with soup and the girl had to admit that the broth did smell rather good. The scent wafted over to her nostrils and she let the steam warm her cheeks, forgetting about the Empire and forgetting about Vayne Solidor and his convincing façade. The soup trickled to the back of her throat and it burned as it trailed down to her stomach, making her bowels twist and knot so that bile rose up in her throat.

"Morning Princess, I trust that you had a fitful beauty sleep." Balthier smiled that infectious smile that made the sun blush and made the ugliest of wyrms appear to be beautiful. Ashe closed her eyes, trying to avert her eyes from him. She laced her fingers, staring at the gleaming wedding band and noticing the one that graced Balthier's ring finger.

"Yes, I did." She responded in that voice that was always devoid of anything sincere or sweet, that voice that was composed of tinning bells and bittersweet coffee.

Ashe's stern gaze penetrated his amber eyes, as her lips pursed in that characteristic tight-lipped smile which barely curved at the corners. Balthier smirked at her, taking her verbal blow with his head held high proudly. Still Ashe peered through the cracked corners of his mask, saw into the hidden recesses of that mask and noticed the weaknesses that he tried his best to hide.

He winked at her, smiled, and then sauntered over to Fran, engaging in another wordless conversation with his partner. Their conversation never produced any childish banter like with Penelo and Vaan nor did it elicit any heated arguments that crossed the border of bantering. It was simply soundless communication that tested the boundaries of the ability to merely communicate through the use of gestures and soft inaudible whispers.

Fran knew Balthier like she knew the back of her palm and he her.

The cyclical transition from eating to stalking out foes began again. The clanking of clay plates and silverware were heard as Penelo and Fran set about washing the dishes and placing them back in the bag officially dubbed, "The Silverware Pack" by Vaan. Basch and Ashe took the time to sort through vials of Hi-Potions and small packs of Smelling Salts and other curative objects of the like. The whole process involved layering on armaments and accessories as well as weaponry. Penelo and Fran carried the rucksack that held provisions such as Remedies and foodstuffs that were needed during their elongated journeys.

As soon as Basch mapped out an area that they could move to so that they could relocate their camp, the group was ready to set out. Vaan as usual snuck off to the backlines of the group so that he could plunder from Zombie Knights and Imps as his fingers were eager to pluck. Basch held Penelo close and this rose some curious eyebrows, including Ashe's who regarded Penelo as a confidante and Basch as a paternal figure. Yet the princess shook it off, knowing how overprotective Basch was due to the nature of his profession.

The group's arduous trailing brought them back to the peculiar door that seemed to be more elaborate than the other ruined doors that had creaking hinges. Basch stepped to the front, his eyes studying the pattern of the designs, he licked his lips, then pushed the doors open slowly. The creak met everyone's ears and the sound was almost eerie in the quiet area of the dreary caverns. What met the group was a sight that they weren't prepared to really face off against. As soon as the sound of shrieking met their ears, Penelo reflexively clung unto Basch's collar, a shiver running down her spine.

Additional Author's Notes – And it's done. I had to reedit some parts in the story because when I read some of Balthier and Ashe's dialogue at one part of the story, it sounded rather stilted, so I had to cut it out. Don't worry though there'll be more Balthier x Ashe interaction come next chapter, I just have to clear my head and get lots of rest. I hope you enjoyed the Basch x Penelo bits; I'd like to think of them as the dynamic duo since they work rather well fighting against Imps and other ugly little foes. Plus their growing relationship is very fun to explore as is the one between Balthier and Ashe.

Well, as I mentioned in the commentary above, this fanfic will jump around with the timeframe a lot, so expect some memories from Basch or even from Ashe to pop up sometime later. This is still a rather fresh project and I do have a long ways to go in the game, so I'll be updating as soon as I get to some new cut scenes in FFXII. Okay that's enough of my pointless ranting. I hope you enjoyed this and until next time, I bid you all a goodnight.

Thank you for reading,

TerrisMoon