He's the best. He's super strong and noble and smart and he could fight twenty-five monsters with his bare hands!

[Verdict's still out on the "smart" but you know what, let Balthus have his skewed perspective. A little absently, he picks at his dented peach, running his thumb over the flattened part.]

He's probably around here somewhere. We're supposed to stay together when we go out but I don't know where he went.

[His shoulders droop a little, while his expression grows flat and resigned.]

Well, it'll be okay. I'm tough too. I don't know where Gaspard Village is, is that in the mountains?