1. Know

-Penelo-

She always knew the real Vaan. The one nobody saw. The one nobody even knew about. She saw the times the mask of a carefree, happy pickpocket fell away to reveal the careworn, too old face of the provider for their little family. The orphans never saw it, he hid it too well. But she saw the times that he gave his share of the meals to the other kids, or slipped it to her. She saw the times that he came home battered and bruised from a tangle with a particularly nasty fiend. How he would place his loot on the table that had become reserved for that purpose, and then collapse on his bedroll, his worries etched across his face before he fell into a fitful slumber. She knew that his laughter rarely reached his eyes. Nobody else knew, but she did.

2. Proud

-Basch-

He always understood the smallest things about weapons and airships. He picked up everything, from daggers to guns, a simple Atomos to something as complex as the Strahl. And now as Vaan stands over the body of Yiazmat, the Masamune in his hands, it's obvious that he is a genius. And as I stare at him, I can only think: If only he were my son.

3. Jealous

-Al-Cid Margrace-

It was like this from our first meeting. I envied the way he walked, full of confidence in his own abilities. I envied how steady his hands were, the way they held any weapon he took up. I envied how he always seemed to grasp the most complex tactics with ease. I always envied how skilled he was, always graceful, yet more deadly than anything I'd ever seen. Why am I so jealous you ask? THE KID'S ONLY SEVENTEEN FOR RAITHWALL'S SAKE!

4. When

-Balthier-

When it started I'm not exactly sure. But what I do know is that I often find more than enough reason to fire a few shots at him. The boy may pick up everything he's shown quick as a wink, but he does have a tendency to jump around too much. Or did, I should say. Now he's much more calm, and I get the feeling that this was how he was all the time. The burning question on my mind? When did the apprentice suddenly become the master?

5. Resemblance

-Ashe-

When I first noticed it I thought it merely coincidence. But as I traveled with him I began to notice more and more similarities. I decided to investigate my suspicions. And after a month of searching through the palace archives I found my proof. Rassler never said that he had a cousin in Rabanastre!

6. Admire

-Fran-

She. Tall, graceful, powerful in magick. He also tall, though not as tall as she, but more muscular, the childish face long gone and a beard starting to poke through. His face is more careworn, and his hands more calloused from the sword and airship controls than he lets on. And as she watches Penelo giving birth to his child, Fran can only admire what Vaan has put himself through to get to this moment.

7. Watch

-Larsa-

the first time I saw him and he defended me, a stranger, I was shocked by his sudden trust. But as we went on I could see the concern for his friend seemed remarkably absent from his face. As I have continued to watch Vaan, I have found that he has no concern on his face because he is always concerned, and that concern has become the face he wears.

8. Revealed

-Vossler-

So it is only in death that I see the real Vaan Ratsbane, the warrior with a burden far greater than any man should have to bear. And because of that burden he has become strong. A stronger man by far than myself, or Basch, or even that ridiculous Balthier. If I had only seen that strength before, I might have realized my folly, and perhaps, found hope.

9. Enemy

-Vayne-

I first noticed him in the crowd of people at my welcoming ceremony. I was struck by the hatred in his eyes as he looked at me, and by the raw, untamed power he held. I was intrigued by him, yet also, terrified by him as well. I saw my death in his gaze, and decided then and there to set my plans in motion. Larsa would have the throne, and I would have the death I sought, to ease the guilt I bear for my brothers deaths, and the death of king Raminas. Vaan Ratsbane, my bane, the Dragonsbane.

10. Secrets

-Vaan-

My many secrets. Secrets that no one knows. That I cannot even tell Penelo, the girl I love. I cannot tell her of how when she thought I stole to eat, I really went hungry, or had to hunt in the desert. I cannot tell her of the many times I was injured and had to cauterize the wound with a hot blade. I cannot tell her of the man I ran through because he tried to hurt her. Some might say I am a silent hero for this. I see it as nothing more than survival. My dream of becoming a sky pirate? A plan to try to ease the lives of the orphans in my care. These are my secrets, and mine they must remain.