Li – Troubling Thoughts

The abandon of his grief cannot be measured by the length of the Strahl's wings, nor the vast infinity of the bleak sky. Flaxen locks tousle in the wind's quiet susurration and is proven fruitless in its attempt to placate the grief-stricken young man beneath the thick, floating clouds.

Unequivocal pronouncements he knows all too well cease to be incontrovertibly true despite Vaan's undaunted attempts to assure one thing: they are wrong.

The sky once liberated the teen from his melancholy musings, but now it does nothing but hold one question after the fall of the Bahamut:

Does Balthier live?