Balthier: Use its power to restore Dalmasca—something like that? The best intentions invite the worst kind of trouble.
Ashe: Lusting for ever greater power, blinded by the Nethicite. Is that how you see me?
Balthier: That does sound like someone I know. He was obsessed with Nethicite. It was all he cared about. He’d babble nonsense, blind to aught but the Stone’s power. He’d talk about some ‘Eynah,’ or was it ‘Venat’? No matter. Everything he did, he did to get closer to the Nethicite, to understand it. He made airships, weapons… He even made me a Judge.
Ashe: You were a…a Judge!?
Balthier: Part of a past I’d rather forget. It didn’t last long. I ran. I left the Judges…and him. Cidolfus Demen Bunansa. Draklor Laboratory’s very own Doctor Cid. That’s when he lost his heart to Nethicite, lost himself. And I suppose that’s when I lost my father. Don’t follow in his footsteps. I ran away. I couldn’t stand seeing him like that, a slave to the Stone. So I ran. Free at last. Funny I went for the Dusk Shard. How could I have known that it was Nethicite? And then, of course, I met you. All that running, and I got nowhere. It’s time to end this—cut my ties to the past.
Cid: Ashelia B’nargin Dalmasca! Just how far will you go for power? Does your lust for Nethicite consume you?
Ashe: (gasps)
Cid: Am I right? I am, aren’t I. A worthy daughter of the Dynast-King! You would do well to go to Giruvegan. Who knows? You may receive a new Stone for your trouble.
Ashe: Your words mean nothing to me!
Cid: The reins of History back in the hands of Man. I too make for Giruvegan. Give chase, if you dare it!
Balthier: Hate it when he does that.
Penelo: I wonder if she’ll really do it, take revenge against the Empire. I mean, I know how she must feel. It’s hard losing someone you care about.
Vaan: Something we all got in common.
Penelo: But, you know, no matter how hard we try, we can’t change the past. There’s nothing that can bring them back. Still, sometimes, when I close my eyes… I can see them so clearly.
Reddas: The Illusions of the past. You think to have cast them off, only to find them years later, unwearying, unrelenting. The past can bind a man as surely as irons. Cut the true path. But will she?
Penelo: There’s still plenty of time before the coronation, so Vaan’s going to pay the two of them a visit. You should see him! He can hardly wait. I’ll be going too, of course. Every good sky pirate needs a partner,
right?
More later…
Drace: Do it. I care not. Live, Gabranth. Protect the young lord. Protect Larsa…
Gabranth: Forgive me.
Drace: Pray be quick.
Fran: You are ill at ease. The nethicite troubles you? You’ve let your eyes betray your heart.
Balthier: Insurgents. Most like they thought to take advantage of the lax watch at tonight’s fete……..and feed the good consul a length of steel for his supper. I should think Vayne used to such hospitality.
Hmph. I daresay I’ve soiled my cuffs.
Cid: Heh. Spend your pity elsewhere. If you are to set on running, hadn’t you
best be off? Fool of a pirate.
Fran: I think you’re more of a supporting role
Balthier: Let’s think of her as a “Guest”, then. Unlike Fran or
myself, our “Guest” probably won’t be taking orders from anyone anytime soon. And she’ll leave when she pleases. So, we keep to our affairs, and she to hers. I doubt we’ll find her wanting in valor… Being such an upstanding member of the insurgence.
"Amalia": Resistance.
Basch: Marquis Ondore announced my execution 2 years ago. If news of my survival were to spread, the Marquis may find his position compromised.
Balthier: The men he’s been funding bear little love for the Empire. They won’t be thrilled to discover that rumors of your death were, in fact, greatly exaggerated. If we were to raise a clamor to that effect, we might just get their attention.
Vaan: Nothin’ to it! I’ll just go around town spreading the word. How ‘bout this? I’m Captain Basch Fon Ronsenburg of Dalmasca! Well? Whaddaya think?
Balthier: That certainly qualifies as a clamor. All right, Vaan, get to it. For the girl’s sake, eh? Oh, and the more people around to witness your little performance, the better. If we’re going to reach the Marquis, it’s up to you. We’ll be waiting here, if you need us.
Al-Cid: I see it is true after all. Ah, stunning is Dalmasca’s desert bloom.
Larsa: Errh!
Vayne: It is a war of necessity. Your Lady Ashe herself is bent on it. She desires it above all else. She will not rest until her revenge is full-wrought.
Larsa: I fear you misread her intent. She would sooner shun war than embrace it.
Vayne: You are young, Larsa.
Larsa: And you presume beyond your ken!
Judge Ghis: Your Majesty does not disappoint. Ever quick to spurn an honorable surrender, as was your father.
Judge Gabranth: Why do you hesitate? Take what is yours. The Cryst was a blade, it was meant for you. Wield it! Avenge your father! Yes, it was I who wore Basch’s face–who cut down the life of Dalmasca. Lady Ashe! Your father’s murderer is here!
The judges have by far the best lines in the game.
Vossler: …a son of Dalmasca.
Balthier: Well pardon me for being old-fashioned but I was hoping for a treasure who’s value could be measured.