I enjoyed the entire thing - it was at the same time the introspective sorta angst that when done well is just delicious and also him actually doing something, which so often is forgotten. I think my favorite line was, "Respect for the dead only matters when they're recognizable." I'm not sure why, but it just struck a cord for me.

I really liked this. It was a neat take on Vaan, and I loved his disappointment at there not being "some sort of gaping hole" or something. That really resonated, how you build stuff up as a kid but then you grow up and nothing is what you expected. This was a cool little story with great characterization, and I love the ending.

Very touching, and very Vaan-like, with the bitterness yet optimism hidden underneath the exterior. Fav'd. :D

Love the language. Idioms, Metaphors, and Vaan's little addendum to the note are, in short, awesome. I usually hate the literary present, but you made it work, and you made it rock.

I always enjoy your one-shots for FFXII. It's so deep and thought-provoking. And the Vaan and Reks ones are the ones that keep me reading and reading until my mom screams at me to go to bed. This one wasn't any different. I loved how it was written, how the speech wasn't marked by quotations, but italicized and marked with such personality (especially the Reks quote).

You're right though. This really isn't about faith, but it's good nonetheless. I love the last line with Vaan writing "Yeah. Some are made of regret." It tugs at your heart so subtly that you just can't help but say "Wow...".

You have one amazing talent there. Keep up the good work and never stop writing, you hear? Nah, just kidding. Do whatever that makes you happy. -

Vaan, alone. VERY well done. You've shown his strength of character in a slew of effective images, all of which suit him and his anger and hope.

... okay, kill me now, but I don't think I got what you meant by 'Because not all deserts are made of sand. Yeah. Some of them are made of regret'. Screw me, but I'm not in the state in which I want to think and figure out its meaning. My brain is overloaded with so many things right now, thus it refuses to work for me. I know, it's so crappy. I'm sorry, but can you tell me what it means?

'Cause i really liked this one. The beginning of the fict was just so lovely, and strong. I liked the way you described the wound and all, how to let go, unhinge, free fall, instead of constantly worry the sore and rememember the knife. So meaningful, and beautiful. And the sentences after that also strengthened your statement.

Very nice work (: Keep writing.

And I see you'll be writing a lot for ff8? Way to go, girl. I also love that game and seeing more from you will be great. xD

...and are you planning to join my contest? AHDKLAHD;asjfl. Oh my. That. Would. Be. Great. I'll be waiting for it, kay? I mean, if you DO want to join. x3

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f e l i a .

Aw, that was really well written.

Good work.

Really beautiful and subtle work as always! I love how you always manage to weave a deep sense of history and sadness into even the shortest pieces and the mention of Vaan's parents and Reks and Penelo's brother are all lovely, especially in conjunction with the galbana lillies. Wonderful piece!