Empires. Why did it always have to be empires. But if he had to tangle with one yet again he supposed it might as well be one that he barely knew. They wouldn't know what his ship was and wasn't capable of when it came time to take to the skies once again and he certainly couldn't imagine that this little excursion would end any other way.
But as he knew little of this place he was quite content to follow Balthier for the time being. Whatever grudges he may have had against the place, he certainly a better idea of what to expect than Setzer himself did.
Still, Setzer could hardly say that he'd expected to find them walking into a room that was as devoid of people as the one they'd just left. It was stranger yet to find Balthier addressing thin air, and moreover addressing it familiarly. A trickery of the place perhaps? Or had he unknowingly stepped into the hands of yet another madman? Of course, that path had a madman calling his unseen ... foe? ... mad and there was certainly no small amount of irony in that. Yet for all that he wanted to believe that this man was no Kefka he couldn't help one of his hands from creeping into his pockets just in case he had to fight.
Before he could get much farther than that, however, the world around them begin to fade.
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Date: 2011-03-15 09:44 pm (UTC)But as he knew little of this place he was quite content to follow Balthier for the time being. Whatever grudges he may have had against the place, he certainly a better idea of what to expect than Setzer himself did.
Still, Setzer could hardly say that he'd expected to find them walking into a room that was as devoid of people as the one they'd just left. It was stranger yet to find Balthier addressing thin air, and moreover addressing it familiarly. A trickery of the place perhaps? Or had he unknowingly stepped into the hands of yet another madman? Of course, that path had a madman calling his unseen ... foe? ... mad and there was certainly no small amount of irony in that. Yet for all that he wanted to believe that this man was no Kefka he couldn't help one of his hands from creeping into his pockets just in case he had to fight.
Before he could get much farther than that, however, the world around them begin to fade.
"No man enjoys a game forced upon him."