Benjamin Ya

Leona Pollendina

Script

Ben: No.... I guess I must have sounded harsh back there. But I didn't mean it. And I know you didn't mean anything by it, either.

Leona: I'm always messing up things, eh?

Ben: Come on. No harm was done. *reaches out and slips a lock of hair away from her eyes*

Leona: Yeah... but I'm always bothering you. You have to drag Poor-little-Cid's-daughter-around. I'm some kinda curse, aren't I?

Ben: *sits down next to her* You really think so? Cuz I don't.