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