Firion:
I suppose...I suppose I should just let it go.
Cecil:
Firion? Something wrong?
Firion:
Ah, Cecil. No, I...It's nothing
Cecil:
Your expression tells a different tale. You were staring Light. Is it about her?
Firion:
No, not exactly
Cecil:
Too shy to start a conversation?
Firion:
This has nothing to do with being shy!
Cecil:
Light!
Firion:
No, don't call her over!
Cecil:
Seems young Firion wants a word with you. Would you be so kind?
Lightning:
With me? What is it, Firion?
Firion:
I...that is to say...
Lightning:
Yes?
Firion:
I would prefer to discuss this with Lightning alone. Ah! Oh dear. It's not what you think...
Cecil:
Oh! Of course, of course. I shall take my leave.
Firion:
You're taking this the wrong way! Forget it. There's nothing to talk about!
"
Roses are not exactly my field of expertise. However, when I heard the name of the flower spoken, I felt a connection. Like hearing the name of a long lost friend. I’ve been unable to forget about it since…Hah! Listen to me. The great warrior and his precious rose…
→ Firion, Dissidia 012: Duodecim Final Fantasy