Disclaimer: I don't own FFXII.
Vaan talks.
And he doesn't know how to shut the bloody hell up once in awhile. It's always, "Hey Balthier, how does this work?" or, "Hey Balthier, you look annoyed. Is something wrong?" Sometimes I'd like to take this spear I'm carrying around and drive it so deep into that bloody skull of his. …Perhaps then his idle banter would cease.
The boy lacks tact at times, he's a pain in the ass to save all the time and he says the wrong thing at all the wrong times.
And yet, there is a part of me that can't help but love him for all that he is.
From the very first time I met Vaan I could tell that there was something about him that reminded me of myself. That boyish idealism reflected within those brown eyes of his. He says he wants to become a sky pirate. And yet who better to learn from than the handsome leading man?
I rest the back of my hand against the side of my face, staring at him as he pilots the Strahl through the endless blue sky in which we travel. He's doing pretty well for now …last time he nearly crashed the damn thing into the god damn Salikawood. Ah, the look he received from Fran when I finally got us stabilized was one of pure gold. I'm surprised he didn't wet his pants right then and there.
So I cherish these moments of silence. Ones where I can just relax and stare at my desert treasure as he learns all that he can about the proper way to be a sky pirate. Though one can never truly learn what it is to be a sky pirate. More so it is a feeling …something that one must discover for themselves.
Yet these silent moments never last too long …
"Hey Balthier …" …And by God's his nonsensical chatter has started once again.