Drinking wasn't a habit that Penelo had taken to. Yet another sign that she was not as cut out for the sky pirate's life as some others in her acquaintance. Her request for something warm drew an amused and disbelieving look from the barmaid. Normally it would have riled the girl into some sort of retort, but she barely noticed.
Seldom did she sink into self-pity, nor was Penelo precisely to that point, but Balthier had asked, and out of some strange compulsion, she felt the need to ask, "When am I going to stop losing people I care about?"
She felt low. As low as she had when Vaan and the others had fought Velis, when he'd turned into nothing more than a monster.
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Date: 2010-01-06 02:22 am (UTC)Seldom did she sink into self-pity, nor was Penelo precisely to that point, but Balthier had asked, and out of some strange compulsion, she felt the need to ask, "When am I going to stop losing people I care about?"
She felt low. As low as she had when Vaan and the others had fought Velis, when he'd turned into nothing more than a monster.