Balthier chuckled lightly at the first comment about his mother. He was always aware that he got his sass from her. His looks came from Cid, his intelligence from them both, and his feisty attitude from his mother. "She must've had a screw loose somewhere to want to tie down a man of science. Although, I'm rather glad she did." That was, in his own round about way, Balthier admitting he was glad Cid was his father. Despite everything, he did love the old man, which was likely why everything that had happened hit him so hard.

"What about my brothers? All I really remember was when everyone got sick and I was confined to my chambers for fear of me catching that plague..." He sighed, frowning as his gaze lowered. That had been so horrible. Locked away with only a nanny as company. A shrill old woman, too.