He didn't seem to have a problem picking the armor and weaponry from one of the corpses littering the tunnel. He swung one of the rusty swords slowly, as if it had been a long time since he had last used one.
"Nice moves there, Captain," Balthier said, amused.
"Don't you mean traitor?" I snapped.
Balthier rolled his shoulders. "So they say. I didn't see him kill anyone."
I bit my cheek hard. "My brother did."
And then he spoke. "Reks."
I was surprised he knew my brother's name-- maybe a little offended. Of course he knew Reks's name, he was the one who killed him.
But he talked. He spoke about his supposed "twin," the king, and Reks. About murder, and betrayal. I couldn't believe him-- Reks would have known. Reks trusted him, and...Reks.
"How can I believe you?"
He shook his head, as if unable to answer. "Not me, then. Believe in your brother. He was a fine soldier. He fought to the last to protect his homeland. No-- surely he fought to protect his brother."
I hated him more than ever, then. How could he take such liberties? How could he ever know what Rex was thinking?
"You don't know anything!"
Again, Balthier intercepted me before I could attack Basch, staring down at me with a knowing look.
None of them knew anything about Reks.
Especially not him.