I'd never really wanted to kill a man. I'd wanted people dead, but I'd never really given any thought to killing people. When I finally pulled myself together, when I saw Basch standing, I felt something I'd never felt before--
I wanted to kill him. I wanted to hurt him, and I wanted to kill him.
I charged towards him blindly, not paying any mind to any one around me, no one except him--
Balthier stopped me before I could do any damage, forcing me back to the ground.
Balthier might have said something, but I was so deeply buried in my blood lust, I couldn't understand.
"He-- he's a--"
Cold stone against my hands cooled my anger, but did not calm me.
Balthier was not impressed by my emotion. "A traitor, I know. Stay here and fight, if you want." Then, to him, "If you can walk, let's go."