disclaimer - the script is mine, the actors aren't.
These chains (feel alot like love)
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Vaan hates it.
It's chained him, roped him, bound him.
It's clipped his wings when he's just learnt how to soar.
It's making him whine and fidget and snap like a wolf on a leash.
Vaan hates it.
With a fire-hot passion.
With all the anger the Imperials once felt.
With a silent, burning and tainting loathing.
Vaan hates it.
These chains feel a lot like love...
Love was a viscious crippling disease.
Love made him weak and helpless, made him wrong.
Love warped his dreams and aspirations, made him change himself.
Vaan hates it.
Adventure, freedom, loot, it all lay on the otherside of a locked door.
Adventure; glittering in golden treasure chests.
Adventure; waiting for him, but only for a little longer.
Vaan hates it.
Hates the way it makes him smile.
Hates the way it makes him use his smooth wry muscles for seduction, rather then battle.
Hates the way it makes him into something he never thought he could be.
Vaan hates it.
Balthier holds the key to the chains that bind him.
Balthier holds the key to the locked door that denied him adventure.
Balthier holds the key to release Vaan from the desires his heart made without his spirits consent.
Vaan hates that he loves Balthier enough not to steal the key back.
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Think what you want. The balls in your court, and it's open for your own interpertation.