You know the spiel--i own nothing except the sentences.
Voyeur
Fran never told Balthier why, on all those balmy nights on the Phon Coast, she always took his watch uncomplainingly, and never, ever asked where he and Basch went.
Regina
She is a young queen, astride a newly-rebuilt throne, and the ghost of her prince husband still rides her in her dreams.
Tomaj
Vaan, years later, returns with a word of thanks and a single tattered piece of paper to return to the barkeep of the Sandsea: one Writ of Transit, the ink faded with time. They both smile over it, and want to laugh, each in their own way.
Vicariously
And sometimes, "Gabranth" sees ghosts of his own: a black-haired knight, fierce-eyed, scowling (or smiling!) and the sword raised is not always one of metal.
Happily
He should have known it would not last forever. Still, he had to content himself with the thought that, like not-so-few others, he had had Balthier while he'd had the chance.
Lover
Who did he think he was, to return after being dead? After being branded a traitor? After murdering a king? And yet, when all these things clutter together at the forefront of Vossler's mind, the last thought, the straw to break the chocobo's back, is—Who is he, to pretend nothing happened between them?
Thoughtful
At first, and in all honestly Larsa did not want to consider why everyone else—everyone but himself, he noticed—seemed to regard his brother with either fear or hatred.
Trust
And he wonders, now, why the pirate was so quick to trust him while the others hung back in suspicion.
He has his own suspicions—one of which being the wonderment that came with the realization that Balthier had known his brother, and the question brought up by this: Did he trust me because he knew me, or because he already knew him?
Annoyances
The way Al-Cid's silent handmaid always, always appears only moments after he reaches out for his sunglasses.
Vaan's walk when he is trying to disguise the fact that he has sand in his pants.
Basch's snoring, which for reasons unknown to all members of the party (possibly excluding Balthier), only ever starts towards early morning.
Fran, telling them bluntly and quietly that there was a shortcut through a sea cave all along—after they'd gone the long way round the Phon Coast.
Penelo's I-Told-You-So, after having attempted to use an antidote as lube; which, as Balthier thinks in retrospect, might have been more unnerving than annoying, had he had the presence of mind to ask her how she would have known that at all.
Ashe, first thing in the morning, swatting Basch in the face whenever he went to wake her up.
Walking in the Zertinaan Caverns and being dripped on by hanging Slimes overhead, and with a liquid that is not green.
That abominable Vorpal Bunny, and how it had led them in circles for hours, now and again disappearing and leaving them to fight gaggles of hungry Panthers and the occasional wandering Marlboro.
Having to wander the Ozmone Plains all day, reeking from toes to eartips of wild chocobo, and being unable to so much as stop and bathe.
Traveling in Giza during the rains, and being so wet that they never again wanted to bathe.
Balthier's insane fussiness over the control bridge of the Strahl, and the hissy fit he'd thrown when Basch had made the mistake of boarding with muddy boots.
After a battle, Fran's clutching an arrow in her teeth, to free her hands up to re-tighten the string of her bow.
In the same situation, Balthier's pausing to dust off his shoes, while bracing his foot on the crosstree of a sword he'd stuck in the ground; after all, while it looked dandy, he was never the one who had to sharpen the blades afterwards.