A/n: Another drabble. I loooove final fantasy twelve because it leaves a lot to my active imagination. LARSA YOU'RE SO CUTE. So is Penelo! Pretty much a direct quotation from the game, but I really, really liked it


"He scares me," Penelo admits, staring at the hands that rest on her knees. Quickly she cringes, "I'm sorry, he's your brother, but…"

"Why does he scare you?" Larsa asks, intensely curious. Gazing at the land before him, he now turns to face his guest.

"It's just… the things that have happened. Losing my parents, my friends… because of this war."

Larsa looks at her disbelieving. "You're afraid of the Empire?"

Cautiously, Penelo nods, but still keeps her gaze upon her knees. She hears footsteps close in nearby and they stop before her. Larsa kneels and meets Penelo's gaze. "You have my word that no harm shall ever come to you while you are with me, on my word as a Solidor," He stands and peers out the window with admiration shining in his eyes. "It's what my brother would want,"

Penelo cringes inwardly.

It's what my brother would want.


End drabble. Okay! I'm sick of this! -throws chair against a wall-

Whatever. -snorts-