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: [after Vaan catches Amalia
] Our ranks grow by the hour. Balthier
: And our troubles with them.
: I would say that you're more like a... 'supporting' role. Balthier
: Fran, please.
: Easy, Fran Fran
: [Touches his cheek
] Haven't you best be off? That's what a sky pirate does. You fly, don't you? Balthier
: [Touches her hand on his cheek
] I suppose you better hang on then.
: [Talking about a ship
] One follows. Balthier
: Ah, you want to dance?
: Then lets dance. Fran
: A new partner? Balthier
: It's not easy being this popular you know.
: The gods are toying with us. Balthier
: I do believe we can trust him. Balthier
: No one knows men like Fran does.
: [as he notices Ashe
] Ah, our vagrant princess. Swift has your lust for revenge led you to the Sword of Kings.
[Steps to the side and reveals Anastasis's dead body
: You will surrender it to me. Too late and to their sorrow do those who misplace their trust in gods learn their fate.
[as Bergan approaches, Venat appears behind him
: There it is again! Balthier
: [as Bergan begins to radiate Mist
] Fran, I don't like the look of that. Fran
: This Mist-he holds a Stone! It controls him as it did Mjrn! Bergan
] No. No, the power of Manufacted Nethicite is the power of Man! A weapon forged by his wisdom... who would challenge the gods themselves!
[holds up his sword
: A fitting blade for a true Dynast-King! Raithwall did but pretend the title... a cur begging Nethicite scraps from his Master's table! Hark! Ivalice hails her true Dynast-King, Vayne Solidor! He shall defy the will of the Gods and see the reins of history back in the hands of Man! His time is Nigh! The new Ivalice holds no place for the name Dalmasca.
[Draws his other sword
: The stain of Raithwall's Blood shall be washed clean from history's weave!
: The gods do not smile on us. Balflear
: I like it better that way.
: Quite a performance. Vaan
: Who are you? Balthier
: I play the leading man, who else? Fran, the magicite. Fran
: Now then, I'll take that. Vaan
: No you won't! I found it, it's mine. Balthier
: And when I take it from you, it will be mine.