I AM willing if you'll have me. I do not know how I might explain the frustrations that already were expressed, but if it makes you so upset, so ill as this, I'll find a way to take over seemlessly and make it look decent and as far as I can make it flawless until you feel better able to face the world once again.

I do not ask for it of course, but I DO offer it if things come so far as that.

Consider me at least?

-Basch fon Ronsenberg

"The Twins"
...
I hate seeing that phrase now when it is related to Noah and myself. I shouldn't add onto the drama especially right now. It is not my place to do so, I do not wish for pity or anything that would come from it. I do my best to not let the things which are bothering me come to the surface often in my life, I do my best to move on here, to live a life I think that I should be expected to live.

It has been well enough. I no longer dream as I once did, my thoughts no longer venture to that day I have recounted only so well, which recounts itself when I let it.

In short, it has all been well enough. I have had my problems though I deal with them, or attempt it.

But that phrase..."The twins" it suddenly brings everything back, everything that I had never hoped, everything that never truly WAS...

I'd best cease here before I go upsetting her.

-Basch fon Ronsenburg

Nontheless Sar asked me to speak of it, what I could, of that horrible night when the King was murdered by Noah's hand. I do not like to recall this, I hate to in many ways, would rather just forget, relax here in a place where I need not hide behind the mask my brother wore which is now my own, where I am free to be the Captain I once was if I so choose it, there's the chance here but I...I find that with the purchase of the game, as interesting as it was to see myself on such a screen, to watch Sar hopelessly lose herself in the fortress and marvel at her tenacity and ability to use the attack command (some may call it violence, I have seen too many violent men to call it THAT, merely...determination let us say) and to watch her smirk at me as if we share some secret the others can't quite understand...all of that I do not mind, it is those things which came after that still haunt me, the memories I was plunged into against my will when that cutscreen came up.

Sar knew that it was coming, she has seen those scenes before, I came to her after that fact, somewhere between Larsa and Noah's death I do believe, though my memories of that day are not so clear as that. I suspected, though I thought that I could watch. My memories do not normally pose problems after all, I have been lucky enough that the ravages of the war have not stayed with me to a point that they disrupt my life. Watching the scene however, being launched into those memories, it all comes back so clearly now, the stone beneath my feet, sweating, though the fortress walls made the air chilly, moving toward the very room, to save his Majesty and spirit him away from there, until the cloth was forced into my mouth, my arms were pulled behind my back, and I was dragged, struggling, to a side entrance of the throne room, where my view was only too clear.

Vossler, they had knocked out, they did not want him to see it, but for myself, the price was different. Out of the darkness of that room stepped Noah, my twin, clad in the very armor issued to all of us Captains, easy enough that he could pick up a set. Out of the darkness he stepped, and smiled cooly at me, indicating that he wished for me to see what was coming next.

A special show. He mouthed the words at me as he strode out and they still held me fast, the men keeping me in that room, holding me silent, when I began to bite through my gag, there was a spell, and then another, making me immobile, though they held me still as my brother stepped forward, leading with him several others, making short work of the knights, while I watched my king's face for the entire time, the look he gave Noah, the look he thought that he was giving me.

A tratior then, so low, so awful as to slay his men, a Captain undeserving of his rank who'd thrown it all away. As they went down, it seemed that I recalled them all, I watched and waited, trying in my mind to fight, knowing I could not, watching this monster who resembled me, this monster who had been my brother make short work of them all, then turn his sword on the king.

He begged, he pleaded, the king pleading to me, such an event should not have come to pass. I knew it and I struggled and I wanted ot break free, but no matter. The horrible look in his eyes as he realized what was to come. Noah's laugh, high and cold, echoeing around the walls as he reached out with his sword and slashed, leaving my king to die with that look on his face, to die thinking I had done this thing to him.

There was the boy next, Reks when he arrived...and Noah killed him too, then ordered me hauled away.

After that, the rest of it, the cage, the chains, everything else...those two years were not without their pains, but hurting even more than those were the memories I was left to live with, those looks, the shouts, that look on my king's face, the knowledge everything was gone...

I see it now again at night, I see it many times, I smell, I almost taste the blood...

And I find now I do not know what I might do.

-Basch fon Ronsenburg.

Sar has proved that lack of direction applies doubly in a game...and I am going to throw up now...
I don't know how I... Hell. And it only is going to get worse for a while now as I remember things. Someone shoot me?

-Basch fon Ronsenburg

However, the opening sequence with Balthier beckoning us in...well that was lovely.