FUGITIVES | |
Vaan... |
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Vaan |
I Brought you some of those flowers you like: Galbana lilies. Remember? |
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Vaan |
Captain Basch must have tricked you into it! |
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Nalbina Dungeons |
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Stockade |
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Balthier |
You¡¯re awake. |
Vaan |
Where are we? |
Balthier |
Prison, where else? |
Vaan |
Where¡¯s Fran? |
Balthier |
She¡¯s off trying to find us a way out. |
Arena |
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Bangaa |
Save me! |
Vaan |
No, don¡¯t! |
Balthier |
Something stinks in here all right. |
Balthier |
Great. They just don¡¯t give up, do they? |
Fran |
Through the oubliette, there¡¯s a way out. |
Balthier |
Only you sense the Mist. |
Imperial |
What did you call me? |
Ba¡¯Gamnan |
What, you couldn¡¯t hear? |
Imperial |
You¡¯d have done better, Ba¡¯Gamnan? |
Ba¡¯Gamnan |
Eh? What¡¯s that you say now? |
Gabranth |
That¡¯s enough, Ba¡¯Gamnan. |
Fran |
A Judge. |
Vaan |
Judge? |
Balthier |
Hmph. |
Gabranth |
The Emperor is willing to overlook race for his more talented servants. |
Imperial |
We have him in solitary, Your Honor. |
Ba¡¯Gamnan |
He¡¯s in here somewhere! |
Rinok |
Bwagi, that way! |
Gijuk |
I was going this way! |
Balthier |
Time for the hare to follow the fox. |
Fran |
The magicks binding the door to the oubliette are quite strong. |
Balthier |
That¡¯s why we¡¯ll get them to open it for us. |
Vaan |
How is going deeper into this place - |
Balthier |
What¡¯s wrong? |
The Confiscatory |
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Fran |
Look. |
Balthier |
Ah! The prison repository of wrested relics and raiments. |
Vaan |
So our things are in here? |
Balthier |
That¡¯s what I said. |
The Black Watch |
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Balthier |
There are more turnkeys than cutpurses down here. |
Gabranth |
You have grown very thin, Basch. |
Basch |
To silence Ondore. |
Gabranth |
Is that all? |
Basch |
Why not ask Vayne himself? |
Gabranth |
We¡¯ve caught a leader of the insurgence. |
Basch |
Better than throwing it away. |
Gabranth |
Throwing it away? |
Basch |
Who¡¯s there? |
Balthier |
This the place? |
Fran |
The Mist is flowing through this room. |
Basch |
You! You¡¯re no Imperials. |
Balthier |
It¡¯s against my policy to speak with the dead. |
Basch |
I did not kill him. |
Balthier |
Is that so? |
Basch |
Please, get me out. |
Vaan |
Dalmasca!? |
Balthier |
Quiet! |
Fran |
I¡¯m dropping it. |
Balthier |
Pirates without a sky. |
Barheim Passage |
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The Lightworks |
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Balthier |
Spare us your quiddities. |
Vaan |
Yeah, but ¨C |
Balthier |
A traitor. I know. |
Vaan |
You¡¯re taking him with us? |
Balthier |
We could use another sword arm. |
We'll use him as a shield. | |
Basch |
And you have it. |
Balthier |
Let¡¯s have a look. |
Burrogh |
Don¡¯t get many visitors down here. You come scavengin¡¯ fer odds and ends, have you? |
Burrogh |
I see you got the gate open. Oughta be able to look fer all manner of ways out, now. |
Op Sector 29 |
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Vaan |
Hey! Who turned out the lights? |
Balthier |
I¡¯ve heard of these: Mimics. |
Vaan |
So¡what happens then? |
Balthier |
Lights out. And it¡¯s worse in the dark, Much worse. |
North-South Junction |
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Fran |
(The) Mist seethes. |
Balthier |
It reeks. |
Vaan |
You mean ¡°traitor.¡± |
Balthier |
So they say. |
Vaan |
My brother did. |
Basch |
Reks. |
Vaan |
He¡¯s dead. |
Basch |
I¡¯m sorry. |
Vaan |
It was you who killed him! |
Basch |
I give you my word: that was not the way of it. |
Basch¡ |
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Reks |
Reks, sir. |
Vossler |
It¡¯s time, Basch! |
Reks |
But if we arrive after he¡¯s signed the treaty ¨C |
Vossler |
It¡¯s as I feared. |
Reks |
Captain, why? |
Basch? |
His majesty was a traitor. |
Balthier |
A twin brother? |
Vaan |
I don¡¯t¡¯ believe you. |
Basch |
Of course not. |
Vaan |
My brother, he trusted you. |
Basch |
Not me then. |
Vaan |
You don¡¯t know anything! |
Balthier |
Believe what you want to. |
Dalmasca Estersand |
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Passage Entrance |
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Basch |
To think Dalmascan air could taste to sweet. |
Vaan |
Where are we? |
Balthier |
The Estersand, by the look of it. |
Basch |
Yes, the hour of my return is already over late. |
The Royal City of Rabanastre |
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Eastgate |
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Basch |
I thank you. |
Balthier |
I¡¯d avoid crowds, if I were you. |
Basch |
The Resistance will surely find me soon. |
Balthier |
You¡¯re a fugitive now, too. |
Vann |
What about the stone? |
Balthier |
Do as you like. |
Fran |
We feel regret. We sought that stone and found ourselves only worry. |
Balthier |
You offering it? |
Vaan |
It¡¯s mine! |
Balthier |
Then why do you ask? |
Fran |
We stay in Rabanastre a while. |
Vaan |
What do you think? |