Fire Emblem Awakening Support Conversations
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Change log:
3/27/13- First entry
4/15/13- Fixed some typos and spacing errors. Added how to get Chrom x Olivia
and some parent-child conversations.
5/29/13- All parent-child conversations are added. Some typos were fixed.
7/18/13- Clean-up on the generic supports. Possibly last update.
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Quick questions about this guide:

Q. What is this about?
A. This is a script that compiles dialogue with character interactions with
one another. Usually, they converse about simple things or even reveal parts
of their backstory to one another.

Q. How do you gain these support conversations?
A. First, check on the Support option on the world map to see if the
characters can support one another. Then, use the Pair Up command and have
them fight alongside one another. This is an easy way to gain support values
between characters. After gaining a significant amount, check the Support
option again to view the support conversation.

Q. Can you get more than one S rank?
A. Once characters get married, they are bound forever by marriage(or in some
cases, eternal friendship) and last even after death. If you wish to gain a
new S support, a new file must be used in order to unlock the conversations.

Q. Why do some of the conversations contradict one another(Ex. Virion
continuing his flirtatous nature, despite having an S support)?
A. The developers had the mind of the player gaining only one support pair
and staying by it for the whole game. It really wouldn't make any sense why
one would continue building lover supports after achieving an S support.

Q. How do you get Chrom to marry Olivia?
A. At the start of the game, decide to keep Chrom away from any of his
potential marriage partners. If this is done, all Olivia needs is one dance
with him during Chapter 12 to secure them getting married. Always pay
attention to who Chrom is attacking next to, so he doesn't gain any lover
points with anyone before Olivia.

Q. Why are the parent/child supports just copy and paste of one another?
A. There are 12-13 potential fathers for each child. Creating 3 unique
conversations for every single pair would be quite an effort. At least the
parents have somewhat different talking patterns to their child.

Q. How do you get the Support log?
A. Complete the final map labeled "Endgame: Grima" and save after the
credits.

Q. What determines the Avatar and child's hair color?
A. The last file that was saved will be used when looking over the support
log.

Q. Avatar/Morgan's aren't in here at all! Where are they?
A. Those two have the hugest support conversation list in the game. They will
be put in another guide, seperate from this one.
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Table of Contents
To skip to the desired support pair, use ctrl+F and type the following.

Example: Add A1. to Frederick to skip to his C support with Lissa.
Note: Some supports may mention Avatar. The default name is Robin.

First Generation Lover Supports:
- Lissa!
A1. Frederick
A1. Virion
A1. Stahl
A1. Vaike
A1. Kellam
A1. Lon'qu
A1. Donnel
A1. Ricken
A1. Gaius
A1. Gregor
A1. Libra
A1. Henry

- Sully!
A2. Chrom
A2. Frederick
A2. Virion
A2. Stahl
A2. Vaike
A2. Kellam
A2. Lon'qu
A2. Donnel
A2. Ricken
A2. Gaius
A2. Gregor
A2. Libra
A2. Henry

- Miriel!
A3. Frederick
A3. Virion
A3. Stahl
A3. Vaike
A3. Kellam
A3. Lon'qu
A3. Donnel
A3. Ricken
A3. Gaius
A3. Gregor
A3. Libra
A3. Henry

- Sumia!
A4. Chrom
A4. Frederick
A4. Gaius
A4. Henry

- Maribelle!
A5. Chrom
A5. Frederick
A5. Virion
A5. Stahl
A5. Vaike
A5. Kellam
A5. Lon'qu
A5. Donnel
A5. Ricken
A5. Gaius
A5. Gregor
A5. Libra
A5. Henry

- Panne!
A6. Frederick
A6. Virion
A6. Stahl
A6. Vaike
A6. Kellam
A6. Lon'qu
A6. Donnel
A6. Ricken
A6. Gaius
A6. Gregor
A6. Libra
A6. Henry

- Cordelia!
A7. Frederick
A7. Virion
A7. Stahl
A7. Vaike
A7. Kellam
A7. Lon'qu
A7. Donnel
A7. Ricken
A7. Gaius
A7. Gregor
A7. Libra
A7. Henry

- Nowi!
A8. Frederick
A8. Virion
A8. Stahl
A8. Vaike
A8. Kellam
A8. Lon'qu
A8. Donnel
A8. Ricken
A8. Gaius
A8. Gregor
A8. Libra
A8. Henry

- Tharja!
A9. Frederick
A9. Virion
A9. Stahl
A9. Vaike
A9. Kellam
A9. Lon'qu
A9. Donnel
A9. Ricken
A9. Gaius
A9. Gregor
A9. Libra
A9. Henry

- Olivia!
10. Chrom
10. Frederick
10. Virion
10. Stahl
10. Vaike
10. Kellam
10. Lon'qu
10. Donnel
10. Ricken
10. Gaius
10. Gregor
10. Libra
10. Henry

- Cherche!
11. Frederick
11. Virion
11. Stahl
11. Vaike
11. Kellam
11. Lon'qu
11. Donnel
11. Ricken
11. Gaius
11. Gregor
11. Libra
11. Henry

Children Lover Supports:
- Lucina!
1. Owain
1. Laurent
1. Brady
1. Yarne
1. Inigo
1. Gerome

- Kjelle!
2. Owain
2. Laurent
2. Brady
2. Yarne
2. Inigo
2. Gerome

- Cynthia!
3. Owain
3. Laurent
3. Brady
3. Yarne
3. Inigo
3. Gerome

- Severa!
4. Owain
4. Laurent
4. Brady
4. Yarne
4. Inigo
4. Gerome

- Nah!
5. Owain
5. Laurent
5. Brady
5. Yarne
5. Inigo
5. Gerome

- Noire!
6. Owain
6. Laurent
6. Brady
6. Yarne
6. Inigo
6. Gerome

First Generation Buddy Supports
- Chrom*
12. Lissa
12. Frederick
12. Vaike
12. Gaius

- Lissa*
12. Maribelle

- Frederick*
12. Virion
12. Henry

- Sully*
12. Miriel
12. Sumia

- Virion*
12. Libra

- Stahl*
12. Kellam
12. Donnel

- Vaike*
12. Lon'qu

- Miriel*
12. Cherche

- Sumia*
12. Cordelia

- Kellam*
13. Donnel

- Lon'qu*
12. Gregor

- Ricken*
13. Gregor
13. Henry

- Maribelle*
12. Olivia

- Panne*
13. Cordelia
13. Olivia

- Gaius*
13. Libra

- Nowi*
12. Tharja
13. Cherche

- Tiki*
12. Anna
12. Say'ri
12. Lucina
12. Nah

- Basilio*
1. Flavia

Children Buddy Supports:
- Lucina*
7. Kjelle
7. Cynthia

- Owain*
7. Inigo
7. Brady

- Kjelle*
7. Severa

- Laurent*
7. Yarne
7. Gerome

- Cynthia*
8. Severa
7. Nah

- Brady*
8. Yarne
8. Inigo

- Severa*
7. Noire

- Inigo*
8. Gerome

Parent-Child Supports:
- Lucina^
14. Chrom
14. Sumia
14. Sully
14. Maribelle
14. Olivia

- Owain^
15. Lissa
15. Frederick
15. Virion
15. Stahl
15. Vaike
15. Kellam
15. Lon'qu
15. Donnel
15. Ricken
15. Gaius
15. Gregor
15. Libra
15. Henry

- Kjelle^
16. Sully
16. Chrom
16. Frederick
16. Virion
16. Stahl
16. Vaike
16. Kellam
16. Lon'qu
16. Donnel
16. Ricken
16. Gaius
16. Gregor
16. Libra
16. Henry

- Laurent^
17. Miriel
17. Frederick
17. Virion
17. Stahl
17. Vaike
17. Kellam
17. Lon'qu
17. Donnel
17. Ricken
17. Gaius
17. Gregor
17. Libra
17. Henry

- Cynthia^
18. Sumia
18. Chrom
18. Fredrick
18. Gaius
18. Henry

- Brady^
19. Maribelle
19. Chrom
19. Frederick
19. Virion
19. Stahl
19. Vaike
19. Kellam
19. Lon'qu
19. Donnel
19. Ricken
19. Gaius
19. Gregor
19. Libra
19. Henry

- Yarne^
20. Panne
20. Frederick
20. Virion
20. Stahl
20. Vaike
20. Kellam
20. Lon'qu
20. Donnel
20. Ricken
20. Gaius
20. Gregor
20. Libra
20. Henry

- Severa^
21. Cordelia
21. Frederick
21. Virion
21. Stahl
21. Vaike
21. Kellam
21. Lon'qu
21. Donnel
21. Ricken
21. Gaius
21. Gregor
21. Libra
21. Henry

- Nah^
22. Nowi
22. Frederick
22. Virion
22. Stahl
22. Vaike
22. Kellam
22. Lon'qu
22. Donnel
22. Ricken
22. Gaius
22. Gregor
22. Libra
22. Henry

- Noire^
23. Tharja
23. Frederick
23. Virion
23. Stahl
23. Vaike
23. Kellam
23. Lon'qu
23. Donnel
23. Ricken
23. Gaius
23. Gregor
23. Libra
23. Henry

- Inigo^
24. Olivia
24. Chrom
24. Frederick
24. Virion
24. Stahl
24. Vaike
24. Kellam
24. Lon'qu
24. Donnel
24. Ricken
24. Gaius
24. Gregor
24. Libra
24. Henry

- Gerome^
25. Cherche
25. Frederick
25. Virion
25. Stahl
25. Vaike
25. Kellam
25. Lon'qu
25. Donnel
25. Ricken
25. Gaius
25. Gregor
25. Libra
25. Henry

Lucina's Sibling Supports:
9. Cynthia
9. Kjelle
9. Brady
9. Inigo
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Lover Supports:

Lissa!

A1. Frederick C

Lissa: Huh. That's odd. I could have sworn he was over here some- Ah ha!
There you are, Frederick! ...Geez, why the grumpy face?

Frederick: I fear this is the only face I have, milady. Was there something
you needed?

Lissa: What are you doing back here?

Frederick: Inspecting the contents of our armory for worn or damaged
equipment.

Lissa: Oooo! I'll help!

Frederick: I cannot allow that. You could cut yourself, or accidentally-

Lissa: Do you think I'm an idiot?! Honestly, Frederick!

Frederick: I think you are a princess whom I am duty-bound to keep safe.

Lissa: Yeah, yeah. boooooooooring...

Frederick: Was there something you needed from me?

Lissa: Oh, no. I mean, yes, but... I wanted to ask you a favor.

Frederick: How may I serve you?

Lissa: I want you to train me like you do the others. I'm tired of struggling
to keep up with everyone. I wanna hold my own!

Frederick: A fine idea- it would by my pleasure to assist in your training.
Though I must warn you, I am not a gentle teacher. Be certain you want this.

Lissa: Oh, I am!
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Frederick B

Frederick: Come, milady. It's time for your lessons. And don't bother trying
to run away this time. I'll fetch my horse if need be.

Lissa: Guh... Me and my big mouth. Frederick, pleeeeeease! My whole body's
one big bruise after yesterday.

Frederick: A clear indication you need to train more. You're badly out of
shape. Now come. You'll never get stronger by making excuses.

Lissa: I won't get any stronger if I die from training too hard, either! I
need a break, Frederick. Do you know what a break is?

Frederick: I am familiar with the concept, yes. But it's not something I
engage in personally.

Lissa: How is that possible? People need to let off steam or they explode.
It's very messy.

Frederick: I exist to serve and protect you and Chrom. That is my role as a
knight. The oath I took did not include stipulations for time off.

Lissa: You know what? I think you just don't know HOW to relax.

Frederick: .....

Lissa: Wait! I thought I was joking... Was I right?! You don't know how to
relax?!

Frederick: ...Enough talk. Adopt your stance. We'll practice dodging arrows.

Lissa: More like dodging questions.

Frederick: .....

Lissa: All right, fine. I can see this is going to take some doing. So how
about this: in exchange for making me stronger, I'll train you in the art of
slacking off. You should feel honored. I'm the best slacker in all Ylisse!

Frederick: Milady, we really don't have time for-

Lissa: If we don't make the time to waste, you'll never learn to waste time!

Frederick: Wasting time learning how to better waste time seems a frightful
waste of time indeed.

Lissa: Exactly! So let's get started.

Frederick: Perhaps this time I should be the one running away...
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Frederick A

Lissa: Come, Frederick. It's time for your lessons. And don't bother trying
to hide this time. You're terrible at it, you know.

Frederick: .....

Lissa: Ah, there you are. Come on, didn't we have fun last time?!

Frederick: Doing what? Wandering about camp, bothering the others for no
cause? Or do you mean when we laid in a field, aimlessly staring at clouds
for hours?

Lissa: Both! It was amazing, right? Rejuvenating? Life changing?

Frederick: It was exhausting! In all my years of training and combat, I've
never felt so tired!

Lissa: A clear indication you need to relax more! You're too in shape,
Frederick.

Frederick: .....

Lissa: ...Did you seriously not enjoy ANY of it?

Frederick: Well... I can't say it was... entirely unenjoyable... The time we
spent exploring was a new and valuable experience.

Lissa: Oh, goody! I'm so happy to hear that.

Frederick: If you are happy, then I am happy, milady.

Lissa: Well then, let's get started! Those clouds aren't going to watch
themselves!

Frederick: But we lazed about yesterday. I propose an alternating schedule.
Even-numbered days, we train. Odd-numbered days, we... *ahem* Relax.

Lissa: Awww...
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Frederick S

Lissa: Hello, Frederick, I... Huh? Tee hee... What was that you just
frantically put away? Are you... hiding something from me, Frederick? Tee hee
hee...

Frederick: Me? I, er, no. Of course not, milady! Not I. ...Now, how may I
help you?

Lissa: By showing me what you're hiding. Honestly, you're a terrible liar.
It's that ring you "secretly" picked up last time we were goofing off in
town, huh?

Frederick: ...Not so secretly, I see.

Lissa: Hee hee. Did you really think you could keep secrets from ME, after
all these years?

Frederick: Then I suppose you know my intention in buying it... And that it's
meant for you?

Lissa: ..... Well, I was PRETTY sure, but it's never certain till it's
certain, you know?

Frederick: ...Then I suppose it was a waste of time drafting twelve different
ways of telling you. You always did know me so well.

Lissa: It seems like I trained you well, too! I'm so proud of you for wasting
so much time! And of course I know you well, Frederick. How could I not? You
were my first crush.

Frederick: Milady, I... I did not know.

Lissa: I know you didn't, even though I made it SO obvious, SO many times!
Honestly, you can be hopelessly dense sometimes. But I guess it worked out in
the end, because I got my dream, tee hee.

Frederick: And what dream was that?

Lissa: To marry my first love, obviously! It's kinda every girl's dream.

Frederick: I'm afraid I wouldn't know...

Lissa: But you must have a dream of your own, right? What's your dream,
Frederick?

Frederick: To serve you, to protect you, and make you happy, for as we both
shall live.

Lissa: Hah, well, all right. I think I can let you do that. Twist my arm!

Frederick: Heh. Thank you, milady.

Lissa: Okay, you're going to HAVE to start calling me Lissa!

Frederick: V-very well... Lissa. Thank you.
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A1. Virion C

Virion: There, all set. Now fly straight and true, my love.

Lissa: Virion?

Virion: Oh, horrors! I fear you've caught me in the act.

Lissa: In the act of... what, exactly? Groping pigeons?

Virion: Ha ha ha! Oh, my dear lady, no! ...Well, not today, at any rate.

Lissa: So then, what?

Virion: I have commended a letter to this bird's fair wing.

Lissa: Oh, it's a carrier pigeon! But wait, why would you care if I saw that?

Virion: Well, I'm something of a guest here, being foreign as I am. Protocol
demands leave from a commander before carrying on any correspondence.

Lissa: You mean Chrom? I seriously doubt he'd mind you sending a few letters.

Virion: Oh, I'm sure you're right. But not everyone shares your brother's
broad-mindedness. There are some around the camp who still don't fully trust
me.

Lissa: So why not get Chrom's permission? If you're open about it, no one
will have any cause for suspicion. ...Er, right? Here, I'll just go ask him
myself!

Virion: Lissa, wait! I don't... you shouldn't... Oh dear. This won't end
well.
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Virion B

Lissa: Hey, Virion. I talked to Chrom; you're clear to send as many pigeons
as you want.

Virion: ...With nary a question about the content of my letters? Fascinating.
I commend Chrom's openness, but naivete is a troubling trait in general.

Lissa: Pfft! He's not naive, silly. I just invented a little backstory for
you. I told Chrom you're writing letters to your dear old ma and pa back
home.

Virion: Aristocrats have neither "mas" nor "pas," milady! Such vulgar
terms... But tell me- suppose I were actually a spy exposing secrets to the
enemy? What would be made of your groundless stories then?

Lissa: Um, wait. Are you confessing to me? Because you don't seem like a spy.

Virion: Ha ha ha! Oh, this is truly too much. You and Chrom both, you're...

Lissa: What? Why are you laughing?

Virion: Apologies, dear girl. Your incandescent innocence simply caught me
off guard.

Lissa: Watch it, fancy pants! It's "milady," not "girl." I won't stand here
and be mocked!

Virion: Perish the thought, milady! I have only the deepest admiration for
you.
I'm envious, in fact. Men of my elevated station must suspect all who
surround them. You and your brother are blessed to live free of such petty
intrigues.

Lissa: You DO realize that as a princess I outrank you twenty times over.
..Right?

Virion: Oh, well... yes... *ahem* I suppose you would, wouldn't you? But then
royalty has its own kind of shield from many of life's harsher realities. A
fact lesser nobles such as myself know only too well! Caught between the
huddled masses below and the royal houses above... O onerous fate! Can one of
my standing ever know rest?!

Lissa: ...Nope. I still don't see how you have it harder than my brother.

Virion: Er... Yes, well it's a... nuanced thing. A casual observer might
agree that leading an army is the greater burden. But to the trained eye,
it's quite clear that... You see, um...

Lissa: You have no idea what you're talking about, do you?

Virion: NO! I DON'T! OKAY?! Are you pleased to hear it?! I... *ahem* My
apologies. What were we talking about?

Lissa: Your stupid carrier pigeons! Gods, even if you were a spy, it wouldn't
matter. Your expressions would more likely confuse the enemy than help them!
Anyway, you still haven't told me-what are your dumb letters about, anyway?

Virion: I'm afraid that's priveleged information my dear lady.

Lissa: What?! But after I... Ngaaah!

Virion: Ha ha! Ladies prefer a man with a bit of mystery, my dear Lissa.
Though our exchange has been most valuable in its own right...

Lissa: What, you're happy you got to hide something from me?

Virion: No, I learned you trust me! A lady's faith is among the sweetest
gifts she can bestow. This has been ever so enlightening, my dear. You have
my thanks.

Lissa: Bah, I still think you're full of it!
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Virion A

Virion: Hmm, it should have returned by now...

Lissa: Waiting for one of your precious carrier pigeons, Virion?

Virion: D-don't be silly, milady! Just enjoying a bit of refined reflection
as I bask in the westering sun's ruby light...

Lissa: Oh, sooo I guess you won't be needing this then?

Virion: My pigeon!

Lissa: It flew in through my window. I think the thunderstorm must have
frightened the poor thing. Or maybe it just likes me. But since you don't
need it, maybe I'll just keep-

Virion: Wait! I... suppose if it's afraid, the humane thing is to restore it
to a familiar setting... Perhaps I should take it back. For its sake. Now
give Virion the bird like a good lady.

Lissa: Geez, you're WELCOME!

Virion: There! The creature seems calmer already. ...But what's this? A reply
tied to its leg?

Lissa: What does it say?

Virion: Mmm, as if you don't already know?

Lissa: What's THAT supposed to mean?

Virion: The bird flew in through your window, my dear. Would you really have
me believe you didn't so much as peek at this massive?

Lissa: I didn't! It's the truth.

Virion: Are you daft, girl?! Why ever not?! You'll never hope for a better
chance to learn the contents of my correspondence! Why, if I were hatching a
plot...

Lissa: You're not hatching anything, birdbrain!

Virion: But... how can you be so sure?

Lissa: Because I am! Because you're Virion and... I trust you. If I'm going
to hear about these secret letters, I want it to be from you. I'm not about
to violate your privacy to satisfy my idle curiosity.

Virion: How... utterly bizarre. Alluring, yes, but bizarre.

Lissa: What's bizarre?!

Virion: Your trust. As I said before, a lady's faith is a heady thing. Oft
too strong a brew for me in times past... But I fear I'm starting to acquire
a taste for it.

Lissa: Care to boil that down for me, fancy pants?

Virion: Someday, this new taste may blossom into a full-blown addiction...
And on that day, I shall tell you all about my letters.

Lissa: ...SOMEDAY?! Well, if you're going to be such a CHICKEN. I'll just
leave you to your PIGEON pal there! When you're ready to talk, you know where
to find me. Hmph!
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Virion S

Lissa: I heard you were looking for me, Virion?

Virion: Ah, there you are, my dear. Yes, there's something I was hoping to
discuss. It shouldn't be long now. Just one... Ah ha! Perfect.

Lissa: Oh it's your carrier pigeon! ...Is it carrying a flower?

Virion: Indeed! A common enough specimen where I come from.

Lissa: It's beautiful. I don't think I've ever seen a blossom quite like it.

Virion: Now, we just take the stem... and wind it back around, through the
leaves...

Lissa: Oh! You made it into a ring!

Virion: Just so. In the language of flowers, this particular blossom means
"eternal love." It's frequently given out at weddings in my country.

Lissa: Eternal love... How wonderful.

Virion: It's... for you, milady.

Lissa: Aw, really?

Virion: Of course. ...And this as well.

Lissa: But wait, that's... This is... Virion, this is a real ring.

Virion: A humble gift for the woman whose trust has become my fondest
addiction.

Lissa: Are you asking to... marry me?

Virion: If you would stoop so low to have me. Though naturally, if you obect,
I-

Lissa: No! Of course I don't object. It's just...

Virion: Just... what?

Lissa: What were all those damned letters about?!

Virion: Oh, yes. ...That.

Lissa: If you said this day ever came, you would tell me.

Virion: So I did. Very well- here. Read one for yourself.

Lissa: "My sweet Virion: I was overjoyed at your last letter. I hope the
flower arrives intact! Your father and I are eager to meet her as soon as
circumstances allow." Wait, this IS from your parents! So the story I told
Chrom was...

Virion: Actually the truth, yes.

Lissa: You big jerk! You lectured me about spies and lying and... and... and
everything!

Virion: I lectured you for telling groundless stories, my dear. A subtle but
important difference. I never said your groundless story wasn't accurate.

Lissa: Unbelievable! ...But wait. I still don't understand. Why all the
secrecy?

Virion: Because it's... well, embarrassing  A proud aristocrat, staking his
life in a just and noble war, writing home to Mother?

Lissa: I think it's gallant! What greater reason to fight is there than love
of family?
In fact, when I told the story to Chrom, I thought how nice it'd be if it WAS
true... Beside... I accept you, Virion, just the way you are. And yes, I
accept your proposal, too.

Virion: You'll wear the ring?

Lissa: Proudly. As a symbol of my trust in you, Virion. ...And our love.
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A1. Stahl C

Stahl: Ah, that's MUCH better!

Lissa: Well, there's nothing a good healing staff can't fix!

Stahl: I'm sorry to have you use it for a simple stomachache. I thought I had
more tonic in my bag, but every flask was empty.

Lissa: That's because you're always giving it to other people! By the way,
what cause your tummy rumble in the first place?

Stahl: Stress! Lots and lots of stress! ...I'm searching for a special item,
you see.
And every time we arrive in a town, I think, "This is it! It must be here!"
But I always end up disappointed.

Lissa: Oooo! Sounds spicy! So what's the secret item, huh? Tell me, tell me!

Stahl: Wing scales from a rare giant butterfly. My brother wants them for a
concoction. They're impossible to find in Ylisse, so he hoped I could buy
some on our journey. I go to the market in every town we visit, but not a
single merchant has had them.

Lissa: Aw, I see... Not quite as exciting as I was expecting... And I can't
believe your dumb brother gave you errands in the middle of a war!

Stahl: I admit, his timing could have been better.

Lissa: You risk your life every day! You can't waste energy chasing butterfly
whatevers!

Stahl: Heh, well, he IS my brother. How could I say no?

Lissa: *Sigh* You're far too nice to people, Stahl. You let them push you
around.
Oh, fine. I guess I'll try to help. What's the name of this stupid butterfly?

Stahl: Oh, gracious, no! I couldn't possibly involve you in this fool's
errand!

Lissa: It's not for you! I just don't want to wast any more cures on your
silly stomach! The sooner you find the scales, the sooner I can worry about
REAL problems!

Stahl: Well, if you really want to help...

Lissa: You just stand there smiling. Lissa is on the case!
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Stahl B

Stahl: The butterfly scales! At last! Oh, many thanks for your help, Lissa!

Lissa: Hey, no sweat. I had a little shopping errand of my own to do anyway.
My brother wanted me to buy perfume for someone, but he wouldn't tell me who.
He just said to buy something I liked, which isn't really much of a clue.
He's so dense sometimes! I mean, what if his special lady friend has
different tastes?!

Stahl: I don't suppose it matters so much, does it? It's the thought that
counts after all. Besides, it's hard for a man to buy perfume on his own. I
know from experience!

Lissa: There you go again, giving people the benefit of the doubt. Don't you
think it's super annoying how both our brothers treat us like servants? I
mean, here we both are running from market to market buying stuff for 'em!

Stahl: Heh! You have a point.

Lissa: Of course I do! ...And I don't mind so much, but it's super unfair for
you.
You're always helping other people, and you never get anything in return.

Stahl: Oh, but I do! I enjoy helping people and making things a little easier
for them. As long as someone actually acknowledges my efforts now and then,
that's enough.

Lissa: Aw, you are SUCH a sweetie! In that case, I'll watch you like a hawk
and make sure no good deed goes unseen!

Stahl: Well in THAT case, I'll have to be sure I give you something to see!
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Stahl A

Stahl: ......

Lissa: What are you reading, Stahl?

Stahl: A letter from my brother. He's thanking me for the butterfly scales I
sent.

Lissa: Ye gods, what dreadful penmanship! It's nothing at all like yours.

Stahl: Heh. My brother is a rugged, no-nonsense sort. He doesn't much care
for calligraphy. But look here! He sent along more of his secret stomach
tonic.
This new recipe uses the butterfly scales. It's twice as effective as before!

Lissa: So the errand he sent you on was actually for your benefit?

Stahl: Apparently so! It's a good reminder---brothers don't always say and do
the right thing... But in the end, or when it matter, they always have our
interests in mind.

Lissa: Pffft! Not MY brother! I doubt he ever thinks of me at all! Unless
it's to tell me that I'm childish and I should learn to grow up or whatever.
He's too busy running a country and a war to worry about his little sister...

Stahl: I assure you, that is not the case! At all! Chrom cares for you very
much.
And who can blame him? If I had a charming sister like you, I'd never leave
your side!

Lissa: Y-you think I'm charming?

Stahl: Of course! ...Er, is that strange?

Lissa: I'm... I'm just not used to accepting praise from such a... fine
gentleman, is all. Thanks, Stahl. You made my day!

Stahl: Heh, well, I only spoke the truth.
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Stahl S

Lissa: Er, Stahl? Look what Chrom gave me.

Stahl: Isn't that the perfume he had you buy?

Lissa: He felt bad about missing my birthday, so he wanted to get something I
really liked. Apparently I mentioned wanting a new perfume, and so...

Stahl: He sent you to buy your favorite kind. Ha! I told you brothers always
pull through!

Lissa: Hee hee! Yeah, he really is the best brother a girl could have.

Stahl: Seeing you in such a happy mood, perhaps I should seize the
opportunity...

Lissa: Opportunity? For what?

Stahl: Lissa, I have a confession to make.

Lissa: Ooh, a confession?! Scandalous! Okay, dish. Give me all the juicy
details...

Stahl: I love you.

Lissa: ...What?!

Stahl: I know you're royalty, and I never felt I was worthy to court you. So
I kept my feelings bottled up until I no longer had the strength to hide
them...
Th-that's why I decided to buy you this ring.

Lissa: ...... Oh, Stahl, yes! Yes, of COURSE I'll marry you! I've loved you
forever!

Stahl: Truly?!

Lissa: YES, you ninny! Here, let's see that ring.

Stahl: ...Ah, it fits you perfectly!

Lissa: Hee hee! It totally does, huh? I'm so glad you finally unbottled those
feelings, tee hee!

Stahl: It's like a weight off my shoulders! I can't wait to tell my brother
the good news...

Lissa: Oh, right! And I gotta tell Chrom! ...Oh, hey! You and him are gonna
be brothers now! That's so weird.

Stahl: Heh, and so wonderful. Just like you, Lissa.
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A1. Vaike C

Vaike: Ogre's teeth! Where in blue blazes has Chrom gone to?! ...Say, Lissa!
You ain't seen that brother or yours skulkin' around, have ya?

Lissa: If I had, I wouldn't tell YOU.

Vaike: Oh, come on! It's nothin' serious! Why ya gotta take his side all the
time?

Lissa: Because he's my brother and I know you just want to hit him with
something! Gods, you're like children, the both of you.

Vaike: I could try explainin' it, but ya wouldn't understand. It's a warrior
thing.

Lissa: More like an idiot thing. You know, there ARE other ways to
communicate! Besides bopping each other on the head with blunt axes, I mean.

Vaike: Look, Lissa. The Vaike doesn't hate your bro. Heck, I like him! Most
of the time... But we've gotta fight! Fate made us rivals, and who are we to
deny fate?

Lissa: Oh now, that is just absurd. So why, exactly, are you "rivals"?

Vaike: Huh? Well, you know. ...Stuff.

Lissa: No, I don't know! I think you have a grudge against Chrom, and that's
all there is to it!

Vaike: A grudge? No way! I RESPECT the man! He's the greatest warrior in the
realm! But if you wanna be the very best, ya gotta beat the very best...

Lissa: Ah-ha!

Vaike: ...B-but don't go tellin' him I said that! If he knew I was praisin'
him, I'd never hear the end of it every time we squared off!

Lissa: Tee hee, don't worry, Teach. I'll keep your little secret.
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Vaike B

Lissa: Vaike? I asked Chrom about you, and do you know what he said? He said
you're a great warrior and he's learning a lot from your duels.

Vaike: Bah! He's just trying to soften up ol' Teach.

Lissa: Er, but didn't you say pretty much the same thing about him the other
day?

Vaike: Keep your voice down! I told ya, that's between you and me.

Lissa: Riiiight. How silly of me.

Vaike: Did ya know that Chrom once put on a disguise and came to my little
town? Never let on 'bout who he was, even when my axe took a... dislikin' to
him. I used to think royals were nothin' but puffed-up blowhards. Stick a pin
in their silk-covered hides and whoosh! ...All the air runs out of 'em. But
that brother of yours... He changed my mind.

Lissa: People are always reminding Chrom he's royalty. ...He tends to forget.

Vaike: I've dealt with a lot of fool ignorance since I joined the Shepherds.
People are always askin' who I think I am, a commoner lording it up with
princes. I've had it from lowborn and highborn alike. ...But never Chrom.
It's like he doesn't care where I'm from, so long as I handle myself in a
fight.

Lissa: Vaike, behind all the bluster, I think you may love Chrom more than
any of us.

Vaike: Hey, don't go puttin' words in my mouth! And not a word of this to
Chrom, either! ...'Specially that lovey-dovey part.

Lissa: My, so many secrets we're sharing these days, tee hee...

Vaike: One of these days, the Vaike needs to learn to keep his big yap shut.

Lissa: Oh, don't be silly. I'm actually tickled you trust me. Just promise
you'll try to get along with my brother, all right?

Vaike: All right. ...But AFTER I beat him!
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Vaike A

Lissa: *Slurp chomp* So then Chrom, he... *chomp, chomp* *snort* So he
said...

Vaike: Look, either you should eat or you should talk. ...Actually, just eat,
would you?

Lissa: Okay, I'll... *chomp, chomp* *slurp*

Vaike: You really think that brother of yours is the bee's knees, don't you?

Lissa: *Schnorf slurp* Look who's talking! *Crunch* *chomp*

Vaike: Cripes, why did I ever buy you that blasted mince pie in the first
place...

Lissa: Blackmail, remember? You know I'm terrible at keeping secrets when I'm
hungry.

Vaike: This is a fool bit of business, and no denyin'... Still, the more I
hear your stories about Chrom, the more I admire him.

Lissa: I'm SO proud of him... He's done so much for our people... and for me.
I feel like anything I've accomplished I owe to him in one way or another.

Vaike: Aw, what are you talkin' about! You expect ol' Teach to believe that?

Lissa: Oh, don't mind me. I'm just blabbering.

Vaike: Way I see it, you got lots to be proud of. I mean 'sides your brother.

Lissa: Do you really think so?

Vaike: As sure as my name is Vaike the Mighty! Ya never back down from a
challenge, and you're not all snooty like most royal folk. You're nice, and
kind, and as beautiful as a goddess! Gods strike me down if it ain't the
truth! You got plenty to be proud of!

Lissa: Vaike, that's... Well, thank you. Even if it was a total exaggeration.

Vaike: No japin'! You're all that and more! There's just so much good in ya.

Lissa: Goodness... W-well, I suppose I could say the same of you, couldn't I?
All that talk about fighting my brother? About being rivals? I know it's all
just bluster. You don't want anyone to know what a kind, considerate, and
wonderful man you are!

Vaike: Aw, shucks... You're gonna make the Vaike blush...
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Vaike S

Vaike: Hey, Lissa? Ya seen Chrom around?

Lissa: You're not looking to duel him again, are you? Because I though we-

Vaike: No, no! Not that! It's just... Well, it kinda concerns you, actually.

Lissa: Oh?

Vaike: See, I been thinkin' and... Well, I was wondering if... Aw,
horsefeathers. I'm no good at this! So what I'm tryin' to say is... Would ya
do me the honor of wearin' this?

Lissa: ...Is that... is that an engagement ring?!

Vaike: I had the town armorer craft it special. I know it ain't much,
'specially for a royal... But I ain't a rich man, and so this was really all
I could-

Lissa: You know that if we wed. Chrom will be your brother in name, yes? That
means no more talk of duels and rivals. Got it?

Vaike: Aw, nuts to that! I love ya, Lissa! I love ya so much it hurts! But
Chrom and me are rivals, and it'll take more than a weddin' to change it!

Lissa: TRULY?! Gods, you are simply the most stubborn, willful... brave, and
strong, and charming man I have ever known. Yes, Vaike. Yes! I accept!

Vaike: Aw, Lissa, you've made the Vaike's day! Week! Year! Lifetime!

Lissa: We should go tell my brother the good news. I'm sure he'll be
surprised!

Vaike: That's why I was lookin' for him. ...Figured I should get his
blessin'.

Lissa: Well, then. Shall we look together?

Vaike: Yeah, together! After you, Mrs. the Vaike!
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A1. Kellam C

Lissa: Tsk, my stupid brother can be so selfish sometimes! I spent AGES
making this pie, and he didn't eat a bite! Oh well, I suppose I'll just have
to eat the whole thing by my-

Kellam: I'll help.

Lissa: ARRRGH! KELLAM! Gods! D-don't sneak up on me like that!

Kellam: But... I've been standing here since before you arrived...

Lissa: Oh... well, yeah... I guess I should be sorry, then. So, what were you
saying? You want some of this pie?

Kellam: Yes, please! I'm awful hungry... *Munch, munch* Mmm... Mmm? Murf...

Lissa: Well? How is it?

Kellam: *Cough* *hack* Haaaaaaa... Um, it's... Well, it certainly...
exists...

Lissa: I know, right? I add an elixir to give it that extra kick. I can't
believe Chrom wouldn't have any. It's so good for you!

Kellam: Actually, Lissa, perhaps you should try it once without the elixir...

Lissa: Really? Huh. Well, maybe next time. Hey, do you know a lot about
cooking? You could taste-test more of my pies! I want to make a pie that not
even jerkface Chrom can resist!

Kellam: Well... if you really need a guinea pig, I... guess I could help
out... In these times of turmoil, we all have to make sacrifices for the
greater good.

Lissa: ...Sacrifices?

Kellam: Er, well, that is...Sacrificing, uh... my diet!
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Kellam B

Lissa: Kellam, it's ready! Kellam! Where are- Oh! There you are. Here it is,
Kellam! A piping-hot pie fresh from Lissa's oven of surprises!

Kellam: ...Oh. Joy.

Lissa: I made an extra big one this time, so eat as much as you like.

Kellam: *Shudder* Okay... L-Let's see it... *Sniiiff*

Lissa: You see how the filling has a rainbow of colors in it?

Kellam: Golly, so it does...

Lissa: It's more savory than sweet. I plan to serve it as a dinner.

Kellam: Let me... just have a little sample first. Let's see... *chew* GURGH!

Lissa: Kellam?! Are you all right? Is that good heaving or bad heaving? Does
the filling taste funny? I didn't mess it up again, did I...?

Kellam: L-Lissa, do you ever... taste the dishes yourself?

Lissa: Nooooo. Why? Should I?

Kellam: It's... a good thing... you gave this to me... first... Th-then...
only one of us... need... know... the horror...

Lissa: K-Kellam?! Oh gods, he fainted! Kellam, can you hear me?! Stay away
from the light! Gah! Where did I put my healing staff?!
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Kellam A

Kellam: I haven't seen you baking any pies recently, Lissa. Don't tell me
you've given up.

Lissa: But... aren't you angry at me?

Kellam: Angry? About what?

Lissa: Well, you know. When I almost killed you with my rainbow filling.

Kellam: Why would I be angry? It wasn't intentional. Er, it actually WASN'T
intentional, right?

Lissa: Kellam, you are SO sweet! ...You know, I don't think I've ever seen
you angry. Not even once.

Kellam: I've never seen the point of anger. It's not much fun for anyone.
Whenever I feel myself getting mad, I hold it in until it fades away. Because
it always does in the end.

Lissa: You know, Kellam. I'm going to have another go at making a pie. And
this time it's going to be totally delicious, and you'll get the first taste!

Kellam: Um... that sounds... nice?
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Kellam S

Lissa: ...Well? How was it?

Kellam: It was delicious. Honestly and truly!

Lissa: I know, right? I've been practicing SO much, and it finally paid off.

Kellam: If you serve this to Chrom, he'll eat every last crumb.

Lissa: Oh, I don't care about my dumb brother anymore. I just wanted to make
a pie that YOU liked!

Kellam: I'd happily eat your cooking for the rest of my life, Lissa.

Lissa: For reals?

Kellam: Yes. And here's the proof...

Lissa: A ring?

Kellam: My mother made it. Pretty fancy, don't you think? She told me to give
it to the woman I'd spend the rest of my life with. And I know you're royalty
and all, but... Lissa, would you marry me?

Lissa: Oh my gosh, YES! Of course! ...Er, but you should know that cooking
isn't the only thing I'm bad at. I can't sew. Or do laundry, really. And I'm
not much for cleaning or yard work.

Kellam: Wait. You can't do any of those things? ...Really?

Lissa: Hey! You're SUPPOSED to say "Oh, it doesn't matter!"

Kellam: B-but that means I have to do absolutely... everything.

Lissa: Too late! I've got the ring, and I'm not giving it back!

Kellam: Oh dear.

Lissa: Anyway, don't worry. You've got plenty of time for all those chores!
We're gonna be together for forever and ever and ever!
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A1. Lon'qu C

Lissa: There you are, Lon'qu! I take it my brother talked to you?

Lon'qu: Er...

Lissa: Oh, stop it! Yes, I'm a girl, but it's your job to guard me! So no
running away and being all weird. All right?

Lon'qu: Chrom said there was a plot on your life. Is this accurate?

Lissa: Yeah. I guess somebody wants my sweet little head on a platter. Don't
ask me why!

Lon'qu: You're of royal blood. That's enough to make you a target. And any
shadow could hide a knife, so we must ensure you are never alone.

Lissa: My hero! I don't have to worry about a thing with you around! La la
laaaa...

Lon'qu: Don't be careless! Keep your eyes open! Death could lurk in any nook
or... *Sigh* Surely there is someone else better suited to this task.

Lissa: Yeah, but you were just lazing around catching butterflies all day, so
Chrom-

Lon'qu: I certainly was not!

Lissa: J-just kidding, Lon'qu! Kidding! I'm sure Chrom was impressed by your
skill and charm and good looks! I mean, out of everyone else here, he's
trusting you to keep his little sis safe. That's a pretty huge honor, right?
..Riiiiight?

Lon'qu: ...I suppose.

Lissa: Right! So come on, no more grumbling. Let's shake hands and make nice!

Lon'qu: .....

Lissa: Oh, fine. No handshaking. We can just... nod at each other. Sheesh! Do
you really have such a problem with women?

Lon'qu: I find them... disconnecting. But it will not interfere with my duty.

Lissa: Hmm... Maybe as thanks for guarding me I'll go ahead and fix your
little problem...

Lon'qu: ...Or maybe not?

Lissa: Fiiiiiine! I'm going to train, then. You can... just stand there and
look dour.

Lon'qu: That suits me just fine.
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Lon'qu B

Lissa: It's about time the rain stopped, I thought it'd never-ooooooh! Look!
A rainbow!

Lon'qu: Keep your distance. I can see it from here.

Lissa: Um, can you even GUARD me from that far away?!

Lon'qu: I can close the distance in the blink of an eye.

Lissa: Seriously? I'm nowhere near that fast! Here, lemme see how long it
takes to-

Lon'qu: Enough! Stop trying to get closer!

Lissa: Hee hee! You're pretty sharp! ... But I'm just trying to be friendly.
How are we supposed to be best buds if you're way over there?

Lon'qu: I'm close enough to protect you. ...And we are NOT "best buds."

Lissa: Geez, what a grump! Why even bother guarding me if that's how you
feel?

Lon'qu: Because those are my orders... and morale would fall if anything
happened to you.

Lissa: Oh, puh-leeeeeeese! No one would care if something happened to me.
Someone stronger would just roll my corpse out of the way and take up the
fight...

Lon'qu: ...Do you truly not see how your presence energizes the others? How
your smile and demeanor put everyone at ease?

Lissa: R-really? Hee... Sooo, what about you, Lon'qu? ...Does my smile put
you at ease?

Lon'qu: Perhaps. ...From a certain distance.

Lissa: Ugh, why do I even BOTHER?! I'll see you later, grump.

Lon'qu: Wait. I'll go with you.

Lissa: No you won't! I'm going to take a bath!

Lon'qu: But my orders... You'll be...
(Lissa leaves)
Lon'qu: Argh! Hmm, now that I think about it, there's been no sign of any
attempts on her life... Either her would-be assailants are being extremely
cautious... Or perhaps this is some sort of ruse? Are she and Chrom toying
with me?
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Lon'qu A

Lissa: The path's kinda bumpy here, Lon'qu. Should we hold hands?

Lon'qu: No.

Lissa: Honestly, you think you'd be used to me by now. And you're always so
serious! It wouldn't kill you to smile once in a-

Lon'qu: Shhh!

Lissa: That is SO rude! Gosh, I'm only trying to-

Lon'qu: Get behind me! Quickly! There's a- Hngh!

Lissa: N-no, Lon'qu! You're hurt! Please, you can't... Don't die!

Lon'qu: ...Ngh. It's just a single arrow. It won't kill me.

Lissa: Yeah, but any more of them could... And I... I think we're surrounded!

Lon'qu: I wager we've found your assassins. Stay close!

Lissa: R-right!
(Time passes)

Lon'qu: ...That's the last of them.

Lissa: Here, hold still. Let me tend to your wounds.

Lon'qu: I'm fine. Are you hurt?

Lissa: No. Thanks to you.

Lon'qu: Good. That's... good.

Lissa: Lon'qu, you just... You saved my life.

Lon'qu: I followed orders. You should be safe now, but I'd better escort you
to your tent, just to be certain.

Lissa: Um, Lon'qu?

Lon'qu: What?

Lissa: Now that you foiled the plot, I guess your bodyguard duty will be
over... I suppose we're done walking together like this, huh?

Lon'qu: I see no reason to continue.

Lissa: Yeah, but... We were finally getting close. I'd be sad to lose that
now.

Lon'qu: Do not lay this at my feet. I told you to keep your distance.

Lissa: Yeah, but...

Lon'qu: *Sigh* I... suppose... we could still chat. If you want... From time
to time.

Lissa: You mean it?! Oh, yay! Thanks, Lon'qu!

Lon'qu: *Grumble, grumble*
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Lon'qu S

Lissa: Heya, Lon'qu! I'm back for another chat!

Lon'qu: ...All right.

Lissa: Yeesh, try to contain your excitement there. Oh, and be sure not to
smile. Most boys would cut off a leg to have a cute girl drop by to talk.

Lon'qu: Would you have me paste on a fake grin whenever you grace me with
your presence?

Lissa: Well, no... Actually, that would be really creepy, coming from you.

Lon'qu: Then this is what you get.

Lissa: All right, all right. You don't have to be so cold to me. I just miss
you, you know! You were guarding me around the clock for so long, and now I
barely see you. But I suppose you wouldn't understand how I feel, huh? I
mean, you can't stand girls. All right, listen. If you don't want me here,
just say so and I'll leave you in peace.

Lon'qu: I... like when you come to see me.

Lissa: Great, fine. Don't worry, I know where the door is. You don't have
to... Wait, what'd you say? I must not have heard you right... Because it
almost sounded like you said you liked having a girl come bother you.

Lon'qu: You heard me fine... And you are no bother. I... also miss the time
we spent together.

Lissa: ...I must be losing my mind.

Lon'qu: This may come as a surprise... but I have something for you.

Lissa: A ring? ...Is this a WEDDING ring? But wait, you hate women!

Lon'qu: I don't hate anyone. And as far as my issue with women, you... are
the exception. I find myself thinking of nothing but you. My every moment is
consumed with you. If you will allow it, I swear to be with you and protect
you for the rest of your days.

Lissa: Oh, Lon'qu... Of COURSE I'll allow it! And I'll watch your back, too!
But you have to be beside me always. No more distance!

Lon'qu: ...No more distance.
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A1. Donnel C

Lissa: Ah ha! I've been looking for you, Donny.

Donnel: Huh? Did you need me for somethig, Yer Gracefulship?

Lissa: No titles! We've talked about this before. I want you to think of me
as an older sister.

Donnel: I know, Yer Worshipful... er, Miss Lissa. But it feels so darn weird!

Lissa: Well, get used to it! You're one of a precious few allies younger than
me, you know? I have to milk this! Anyway, feel free to come ask for my help
aaaaaanytime!

Donnel: But yer the princess of Ylisse, Miss Lissa!

Lissa: Then consider it a royal order. ...And drop the "miss" stuff!

Donnel: Y-yes, ma'am!

Lissa: ...Well, I suppose that'll do for now. Hee, this is great! I always
wanted a little brother to order around!

Donnel: Gosh! I'm honored, I guess.

Lissa: Now, what can your big sis do for you? Anything at all, just say the
word.

Donnel: Er... I'm frightful sorry to dash your hopes'n all, but I can't
think'a nothing' right now. L-lemme work on it. Bye!

Lissa: Wha? Hey! Get back here!
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Donnel B

Lissa: Looks like it's the two of us on provisioning duty today! What should
we hunt for? Mushrooms? Wild herbs? Ooh, maybe berries?

Donnel: That all sounds tasty, but fightin' a war takes stouter stuff'n that.
I vote for game!

Lissa: So, er, meat. From animals. Riiight... Guess we need to hunt some,
then.
Er, let's see...

Donnel: Don't fret it none. I laid a half dozen traps yesterday just in case.
Just follow me, Lissa!

Lissa: Whoa, look! Two rabbits and a boar! The traps really worked!

Donnel: Good thing, too. Now I ain't gotta worry 'bout you wanderin' around
in the woods.

Lissa: I'm amazed, Donny. Where'd you learn how to hunt like this?

Donnel: From my pa, at first. Past that, I just kinda picked it up on my own.

Lissa: Wow. No matter where you are, you'll never lack for food.

Donnel: From yer lips to Naga's ears! 'Sides, I couldn't see my dream through
if I weren't able to get anywheres.

Lissa: What dream is that?

Donnel: To travel the world lookin' for the secret to this stone my pa gave
me.
Was his dream, too, back before... Well when he was still alive. ...So I'm
fixin' to do it for him.

Lissa: That's wonderful, Donny. You make me want to really knuckle down and
buckle down on my own dream.

Donnel: You got a dream, Lissa?

Lissa: Hey! Why do you sound so surprised?

Donnel: Wh-what?! Naw, I didn't mean it that way at all!

Lissa: My dream is to become a true lady like my sister, Emmeryn.

Donnel: Well, I reckon you'll get there eventually.

Lissa: ...Eventually?

Donnel: Er, real soon, I mean! Like tomorrow! I knows ya will! Gosh, I can </pre><pre id="faqspan-2">
see it now. I bet you'll be the prettiest lady of 'em all! Wearin' big
dresses and dancin' in circles at them fancy balls...

Lissa: You really think so?

Donnel: Heck, I know so! Prettiest lady in the whole dang world, see if you
ain't!

Lissa: Heh heh. Thanks, Donny.
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Donnel A

Lissa: Settle down and take a seat. Professor Lissa is now instructing.

Donnel: Er, if I'm gonna be learnin', I'd rather it was Sir Chrom teachin' me
to fight proper. I don't mean no offense, Lissa, but-

Lissa: Tut tut! No talking! ...And it's PROFESSOR Lissa! All right now,
class. Open your texts to page 84.

Donnel: Er, beggin' your pardon, Professor, but that constellation's the
Wyvern, not the Dragon.

Lissa: ...What?

Donnel: Yes, ma'am. And that bright star ain't Arthentine, it's Tryffin.

Lissa: Rgh, fine! This astronomy lesson is OVER! Just...read the book quietly
to yourself!

Donnel: Aw, Lissa! Wait, I didn't... Dang it all. Why'd I have to go openin'
my fool mouth?

Lissa: That little know-it-all! Pigs'll fly before I offer to team HIM again!
..Gyaaaaaah! Oh darn it! I twisted my ankle! Aw, why did I have to storm off
so far from camp! I...I could die out here! I'm gonna be eaten by a bear or a
lumberjack or something!

Donnel: Lissa? Miss Lissa, can you hear me? Where are ya, Lissa?

Lissa: D-Donny?! Over here! I'm here, Donny!

Donnel: Oh, thank goodness. I was worried ya... Huh? What's up with yer leg,
Lissa?

Lissa: I sort of... twisted my ankle...

Donnel: Lemme have a look at that... Pig slop! There ain't no "sort of" about
it. Ya done sprained it bad. Here, hop on m'back.

Lissa: What? You don't have to...

Donnel: Just hurry up and climb on! ...Er, please. There's talk'a bandits
showin' up all over these parts, so we best skedaddle.

Lissa: A-all right.

Donnel: ...Hup! All right, you hang on now! I'll have us back in two shakes.

Lissa: S-say, Donny? Were you out looking for me this whole time? ...I'm so
sorry. I make a pretty terrible older sister.

Donnel: Aw, that ain't true at all, Lissa. I'm just happy ya care about me.
Yer always so nice to me and all...

Lissa: Heh... I'd say the same thing for you, Donny.
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Donnel S

Donnel: ......

Lissa: What are you up to, Donny? And what is that? A ring?

Donnel: Gah! L-Lissa... This, uh... I was just...

Lissa: Wait, is that what I think it is?

Donnel: ...Y-ye, ma'am, I reckon it is.

Lissa: You can't!

Donnel: Huh...?

Lissa: Y-you're... You're not ready!

Donnel: ...Too soon, eh?

Lissa: I mean, sure, you're more reliable than I'd thought... And more
knowledgeable, and kind, and able to survive on your own in the world...
Wait, maybe you ARE ready... No, no, no! What am I saying?! A thousand times
no!

Donnel: Yeah, all right. I reckon yer just lookin' out for me. 'Sides, it's
crazy to think a farm boy like me could be with a princess...

Lissa: Wait, what? Donny, who are you talking about?

Donnel: I'm sorry, Lissa. You were a little bit nice to me and I went and got
the wrong idea. Won't mention it ever again, though, don't ya worry. I'll
just be goin' now...

Lissa: Hey, wait! You were planning to give that to ME?

Donnel: ...Yeah?

Lissa: Augh, stupid Donny! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, STUPID!

Donnel: Awww! C'mon now, I done said I was sorry...

Lissa: How can you just give up so easily?! I never said I WOULDN'T accept!

Donnel: Huh? Then...

Lissa: Donny, I would love to marry you!

Donnel: Er, are ya sure? I'm just a big ol' pig slopper from the sticks...

Lissa: I know.

Donnel: So if ya get hitched to me, you'll be givin' up on bein' a high-class
society lady. No more big dresses or fancy balls or them masks that make ya
look like a cat... It'd just about kill me to take yer dreams away from ya.

Lissa: Hee hee! This isn't the most convincing proposal, Donny. Besides, none
of that stopped you from getting that ring for me, did it?

Donnel: Well, no, but...

Lissa: You're not taking anything away from me. You're just giving me a new
dream.

Donnel: ...Yeah?

Lissa: Yes. A dream of starting a happy family with you.

Donnel: Golly, Lissa...

Lissa: And I can become a true lady anywhere! ...Even on a pig farm. It isn't
about clothes or dances. It's a matter of character, integrity, and grace. I
intend to have all that. A true lady, a happy wife, and a good mother... And
I couldn't be any of those things without you. So, will you help me?

Donnel: Ye-haw! Ya bet yer life I will! Oh, I swear I'll make ya the happiest
girl in the world!

Lissa: You already have, Donny.
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A1. Ricken C

Ricken: Hrmm...

Lissa: Uh-oh. You sound barfy, Ricken. Want me to run and get my staff?

Ricken: I'm all right. I just don't feel like I've been fighting at 100
percent lately.

Lissa: Aw, don't worry. Everybody has an off day. You wanna practice for a
little bit?

Ricken: Practice how?

Lissa: You know? Spar with me! Maybe it'll get you past your little block.

Ricken: Oh, uh... No, thanks. It won't help.

Lissa: Oh, what? WHAT?! Do you think I can't spar with you? Is that it? I may
not be my brother, but I can kick serious butt when the mood-

Ricken: NO! I said it won't help!

Lissa: ...Whoa.

Ricken: They're trying to kill us out there, Lissa. Kill. Us. And the only
thing we can do is kill them first. ...We have to take the lives of people.
My hands are shaking just talking about it. It's just so... terrible.

Lissa: I'm sorry, Ricken. I didn't mean to make light of everything.

Ricken: No, I know. I shouldn't have yelled. Sorry, Lissa.

Lissa: I had no idea things were eating away at you like this...

Ricken: .....
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Ricken B

Ricken: What re you doing, Lissa?

Lissa: Combat training.

Ricken: ...What?

Lissa: I fight too, you know!

Ricken: Is this because of what I said before? You really don't have to do
this.

Lissa: Yes, Ricken. I do. I can't expect other people to protect me all the
time. We're at war. Unexpected things happen. I need to be ready to do what
is necessary.

Ricken: But, Lissa, that's my job. Protecting you, I mean. Being on the front
lines means being in danger, and... I don't want to see you get hurt.

Lissa: You think I don't feel the same about you? About Chrom? About
everyone?

Ricken: No, but-

Lissa: You don't get to bear this alone, Ricken! It's totally unfair.

Ricken: Lissa, I only... You're right. I'm sorry. We're all in this together,
no matter what.
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Ricken A

Lissa: Heya, Ricken. Are you reading again? You're gonna go blind at this
rate!

Ricken: I've got a lot to learn if I hope to be of use to Chrom in the
future.

Lissa: But you're useful now!

Ricken: I'm talking about the far future. I'm hoping to someday be his royal
advisor. He's my hero, you know? I want to be close to him and be someone he
can rely on.

Lissa: Hee hee! Yeah, you want to be close, all right! When you first joined,
you followed him around like a baby duckling! So what is it about my brother
that draws you to him? And don't say his rugged good looks, or I'll slug you.

Ricken: When I was young, the other kids used to terrorize me. One time, it
got pretty bad... But Chrom jumped in and stopped it. I wasn't used to people
being nice to me, so I figured there had to be a catch. Like maybe he was
just showing off because he knew he could take the other kids?

Lissa: MY brother? Showing off? Hah! No, he would have done the same thing no
matter who was bullying you.

Ricken: I found that out for myself when he saved me a second time. The kids
chased me into the woods, but then a pack of wolves showed up. There must
have been 20 of them... Chrom showed up just in time and ran them all off!

Lissa: Whoa. Guess I can see why he's your hero.

Ricken: That's not even the best part. He'd fought another wolf pack just to
reach us! After the other pack ran off, he could barely stand. That reminder
he was human, too, made everything else all the more impressive. I rememeber
wishing I were that brave. I still do, I guess...

Lissa: I think you're plenty brave, Ricken. And I'm sure you'll be someone's
hero someday!

Ricken: Thanks, Lissa. But for now, the best way for me to get there is to
hit the books!
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Ricken S

Ricken: Are you all right, Lissa? Any injuries from that last battle?

Lissa: Nope! I'm fit as a fiddle. ...Sweet of you to ask, though.

Ricken: Sure...

Lissa: You know, I think you're just as much of a hero as my brother. You've
saved my neck more times than I can count, and I can count pretty high.

Ricken: Of course! You're Chrom's little sister. I'll keep you safe no matter
what.

Lissa: ...Oh. Right.

Ricken: Er, I mean... Oh, that didn't come out right. Yes, you're his little
sister. But you're also so much more... When you said you wouldn't let me
bear the weight of fighting alone, I... It felt like a weight lifted off me.
..That's why I want to protect you.

Lissa: Aw, that's so sweet. I'm glad I could help.

Ricken: I've actually been thinking about this a lot and... See, I was
wondering if... Well, here.

Lissa: A ring?

Ricken: It's a signet ring passed down within my family. I'd like you to
maybe... wear it? 'Cause I'm thinking then I could keep protecting you!
..You know? Forever?

Lissa: Hee hee! Now you want to stay close to Chrom AND me!

Ricken: N-no! It's not like that! I mean, yeah, I like him, but I LOVE you!

Lissa: Ricken. I was teasing!

Ricken: ...So is that a yes?

Lissa: Yes!
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A1. Gaius C

Lissa: Now, this goes through here... Then I just loop this thread aaand...
YEEEEOWCH!

Gaius: You all right there, Princess? What's going on?

Lissa: I'm TRYYYING to learn needlework! But I'm mostly just poking holes in
my dumb finger.

Gaius: You should wash and dress those wounds, you know.

Lissa: Yeah, whatever. They're just pinpricks. ...See? Hardly bleeding at
all.

Gaius: Small wounds can become infected as easy as large ones. Here,
Princess.
Let me take a look...

Lissa: Geeze, fine! If you're going to be all stubborn about it... Just stop
calling me Princess, all right? It almost sounds sarcastic when you say it.

Gaius: Just a friendly nickname, is all. I give 'em to everyone.

Lissa: Yeah, well, I bet you didn't give Chrom a nickname, did you?! It's so
unfair. He risks life and limb nearly every day. But me? Nooooo! People hover
around me if I have so much as a sewing accident.

Gaius: If it makes you feel better, this is the worst sewing accident I've
ever seen.

Lissa: Gods, you'd think I was made of glass or something. ...H-hey! Easy
with the bandages there! My hands look like a grapefruit!

Gaius: You pierced a vein, Princess. Lucky It wasn't worse.

Lissa: *Grumble, grumble*

Gaius: Aw, cheer up now. Lemme see what you're sewing there! ...Oh. It's,
uh... it looooks like... A three-legged ogre? No, wait. A whalefish eating a
sailor?

Lissa: It's a kitty cat.

Gaius: A cat? Really? Er, maybe If I turn it this way...

Lissa: Its not done yet, okay?!

Gaius: Hmm... For a cat, why don't you lengthen this... And then a few
stitches here...

Lissa: ...Holy cow, Gaius! That's amazing! I didn't know you could sew!

Gauis: I've always had nimble fingers. Useful skill in my trade.

Lissa: Well, um... Thanks. I guess.

Gaius: My pleasure. Though perhaps you might take up a safer hobby, hmm?
Like, say, jousting...
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Gaius B

Lissa: Wait, so I poke this through here, and loop it over...there?

Gaius: No, not quite. Here, let me show you. FIRST you loop, theeen...

Lissa: Oh. I see! That wasn't so hard! ...And look, it's finished! Ta-da!

Gaius: That's some nice work there, Princess. ...Although I think I did
everything but that twisted blue bit up in the corner.

Lissa: Tee hee! Now that you mention it, you did help an awful lot, didn't
you?
You know, if you keep helping me, I'm never going to learn.

Gaius: Is that so bad? I mean, you're a princess, right? If you need
something sewn, you could always just ask the royal seamstress.

Lissa: That is TOTALLY not how I operate, mister! I refuse to become one of
those lazy nobles who can't even butter their own crumpets! Not that I've
learned to do most anything useful so far...

Gaius: Hey, don't be so hard on yourself, Princess. This stuff takes time.

Lissa: Yeah, maybe. It's just so frustrating when I can't do the simplest
tasks on my own! Cooking, laundry... you name it...

Gaius: One thing at a time, Princess. Practice makes perfect.

Lissa: Practice makes perfect? Hmm... I've never heard of that.

Gaius: It's a fun little saying, isn't it?

Lissa: Heck, yeah! And I'm gonna practice until my head falls off. All right,
Gaius! I want to learn every skill you know!

Gaius: Er, but I'm not really the teaching type--

Lissa: Oh, nonsense! Don't be modest! Teach me stuff! Pleeeeeease?

Gaius: Well, I suppose it's bad form to turn down a princess...
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Gaius A

Gaius: GAAAAAACK! Gods, Princess! How much salt did you put in this soup?!

Lissa: Just the one bag. Is that too much?

Gaius: Never mind. Let's focus on the positives. Your potatoes were...
edible?

Lissa: You don't need to try and make me feel better, Gaius. The only reason
the potatoes worked is because you remembered to take them out.

Gaius: Well, I suppose I did help a little...

Lissa: At this rate, I'd better find a husband who knows how to cook. I mean,
would YOU marry a woman who can't even make a sandwhich?

Gaius: What, me? Um... Well, I don't know. I never really thought abo--

Lissa: I knew it! You'd toss me out like a moldy sak of grain! All right,
then! Tomorrow I want to learn how to open a jar. Deal?

Gaius: Look, Princess. You're very sweet, and I like you a lot. But are you
sure we should be... you know. Seeing so much of each other?

Lissa: What did you mean?

Gaius: I'm a thief, and you're Chrom's sister. ...Tongues might start wagging
is all.

Lissa: If anyone has a problem with that, I'll have their head on a pike!

Gaius: Sorry, I didn't mean--

Lissa: Tee hee. Just kidding. I wouldn't put anyone's head on a pike. But
seriously, I'm not allowed to spend time with my friend? Come on! And I don't
give a fig what a bunch of gossipy court ladies say about it!

Gaius: ...Oh. Well, all right, then.

Lissa: I want you to treat me just like any of your other friends! And that's
an order!

Gaius: Well for one thing, my other friends don't issue orders...
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Gaius S

Lissa: Guess who?!

Gaius: WAAAH!

Lissa: Oh, sorry! Did I startle you? Oh, er... N-not really, no...

Lissa: Heh, well it sure SEEMED like it. Especially when you jumped and went
"WAAAH!"

Gaius: Look, you shouldn't sneak behind people ad cover their eyes like that!

Lissa: Hee hee! I thought you'd be used to it by now.

Gaius: Sometimes I think you could stand to be a bit more princess-like...

Lissa: Bah! I'll remember you said that the next time I'm out on the
battlefield healing you! Well, now you're going to feel super guilty when I
show you the gift I brought!

Gaius: ...Needlepoint. Lissa, did you make this?

Lissa: Hee hee! I've totally been practicing! Can you tell?

Gaius: This looks like a cat. But a REAL cat! Not one of your... "unique"
ones.

Lissa: See? I wouldn't make such a bad wife!

Gaius: I've never thought you would.

Lissa: Why Gaius, you old charmer.

Gaius: ...Er, when you bat your eyelashes at me like that... People might get
the wrong idea...

Lissa: No they wouldn't... Because they would be right.

Gaius: They would? ...Lissa, I have a question to ask you... You're the
sweetest girl I've ever met... If you think I'm worthy, I... I...

Lissa: You're gonna marry me right now, and that's totally an order!

Gaius: Oh... Well, that was certainly easier than I expected...

Lissa: Yaaaaaaay! I KNEW that needlepoint would do the trick!
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A1. Gregor C

Lissa: EEEEEEK!

Gregor: Oy! What is matter?!

Lissa: Ohmigosh! Look at that huge bug!

Gregor: Is just oversized millipede, yes? No cause to be panicking. You
shriek like sun is plummeting into earth- make Gregor choke on tea!

Lissa: Oh gods, look at it. Urgh... Plus it might be poisonous!

Gregor: Very well. Gregor take bug outside for sake of delicate princess.

Lissa: H-hey! I am not delicate! ...But thanks.

Gregor: You are brave girl, yes? Face many enemies on the field of battle?
Gregor not understand why you lose wits when small insect appears in tent.

Lissa: I know, I know. It's just a thing, all right? I can't stand bugs.

Gregor: Hmmm. Is just small insects? Or do you fear and hate other things?

Lissa: Hmm... Well, I don't like snakes, obviously. Or frogs or newts. Any
amphibian, really. Spicy food makes me break out in a rash, but I'm not
scared of it, per se. But yeah, I guess that's about it. Er, except for the
dark. ...Long nails kind of creep me out, too. Especially if they're all
dirty? Oh, and lemons! Don't even get me going on lemon. But the worst are
ghosts! Oh, they are just absolutely terrible... ...Yeah, so I guess that's
everything. Oh, wait! Certain kinds of sausage-

Gregor: Oy, Gregor is sorry he even ask!

Lissa: It's weird. I can fight and all that stuff, but when it comes to other
things... *Sigh* You must think I'm kinda pathetic.

Gregor: No, no. Everyone have fears, yes? You just have few more than usual.

Lissa: You think so?

Gregor: And besides, in Gregor's opinion, is charming in strange way.

Lissa: Aw, thanks, Gregor.
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Gregor B

Lissa: So where are we going, Gregor? You know I'm afraid of heights, right?
Oh, and bandits. ...And the dark.

Gregor: There may be some dark involved, but is all worth it in end.

Lissa: Um... okay. But if you try anything weird, I'll scream for my brother!

Gregor: Gregor not buffoon! Gregor never put sister of valued employer in
danger.

Lissa: Well, that's good. But seriously, where are you taking me?

Gregor: Shhh! Can you hear from deep below ground? Sound of groans and moans?

Lissa: Ohmigosh, are those... GHOSTS?! EEEEEEEEEK!

Gregor: Quiet!

Lissa: ...Eep.

Gregor: Do not scream in loud panicky voice. Is going to get us in big
trouble.

Lissa: Wh-why are you making me do this?!

Gregor: If you summon courage and overcome greatest fear, other fears go
away.

Lissa: So you want to frighten me out of my wits in some haunted hellhole?
ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!

Gregor: ...Er, no. Is just idea Gregor read in book. Sorry. You do not tell
Chrom, yes?

Lissa: He'd probably be pretty mad, huh?

Gregor: Please, do not tell! Gregor need job! Gregor is intending no harm to
Lissa.

Lissa: Oh, it's fine, Gregor. I'm not telling Chrom. ...Besides, it was
actually kind of exciting! Hee hee!

Gregor: Thank you. Gregor is having many debts, yes? If he loses steady
income-oy!
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Gregor A

Lissa: Nnnn... nnnn... ngggg... Just... close... fingers... and... Gaaaaaah!

Gregor: Oy, again with the yelling...

Lissa: I did it, Gregor! Look! I actually managed to pick up one of those
horrid millipedes!

Gregor: Yes, yes, Gregor is seeing. No need to be waving so close to his
face.

Lissa: Can you believe it? I am so amazing. This is the first bug I've
touched! Ever!

Gregor: Good! You start with little insect, and from here overcome bugger
fears. Even longest and hardest journey begins with small baby steps, yes?

Lissa: You think I can do it? You think I can overcome all my fears?

Gregor: Gregor have no doubt! Soon you will be afraid of nothing. Not even
ghost!

Lissa: Gosh!

Gregor: You write down all things you fear, yes? Make very big list. Then,
whenever you conquer fear, you can be ticking off from list.

Lissa: That's... an excellent idea!

Gregor: Yes, Gregor is having many good ideas. And now he prepares special
supper for you.

Lissa: Oh?

Gregor: Yes, we celebrate day that Lissa conquests first fear! Come now. Eat
while is very hot.

Lissa: Wait, you have it ready and waiting? But how did you know I'd succeed?
Don't tell me you just had faith...

Gregor: Gregor always have faith. Besides, if you fail, he just eat special
meal all by himself.

Lissa: Oh, heh hah! Well, thank you, Gregor. This is very thoughtful!

Gregor: Now, make with the eating!
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Gregor S

Lissa: Gregor, I need your help. Can you please look at this?

Gregor: Eh? Is massive stack of paper? Is hundred of pages long!

Lissa: I know, right? It's my list of things that I'm afraid of.

Gregor: ...Oy.

Lissa: See, I knew you'd react like that! The list is too big, isn't it?

Gregor: Is... bigger than Gregor is expecting, true...

Lissa: I don't know. I feel like giving up.

Gregor: Yes. You give up!

Lissa: H-hey! You're supposed to encourage me.

Gregor: Gregor is doing that exactly! But in slightly different way, yes?
Lissa is never getting through list alone. But Gregor can help if he is
around. Around... all the time, yes? Always by your side?

Lissa: Er...

Gregor: That way is more efiicient! Otherwise, you are neve finishing list.

Lissa: But won't it be super boring if you follow me around everywhere?

Gregor: No! Is greatest honor and pleasure. In fact, Gregor is thinking long
about this. Is why Gregor buying you very large ring.

Lissa: Goodness! That really is a large ring!

Gregor: If Gregor is husband, he can be helping Lissa with fears more easily.

Lissa: Hey, yeah! But you'd have to promise to deal with the big bugs, all
right? ...Oh, and any lemons we encounter? I mean that literally and
figuratively!

Gregor: Gregor makes solemn oath.

Lissa: Then I accept! ...I gotta tell you. I was not looking forward to
working through that list alone!

Gregor: Today, Gregor is luckiest man in world!

Lissa: Oh, Gregor. I'm so happy! This all feels like a dream!

Gregor: Gregor, too. Maybe more happy than Lissa, even! So! We start with a's
on list, yes? Wait... Lissa is afraid of ant?!
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A1. Libra C

Lissa: Hey, Libra! Come test your courage with me!

Libra: I beg your pardon? Is fighting this war not a sufficient test?

Lissa: It's a training exercise Avatar dreamed up a while back. It's supposed
to "hone our ability to adapt to unexpected conditions." I know, blah blah
blah, right? But let's do it anyway!

Libra: Well, it certainly sounds like a worthy cause... I'd be happy to help!

Lissa: Yay! Okay, so now the two of us have to pair up and find Avatar.

Libra: Just the two of us?

Lissa: Yup, those are the rules. We all pair up and search for Avatar.

Libra: Might I ask why you thought to choose me as your partner?

Lissa: Because you're a PRIEST! ...Duh! If we meet any ghosts out on the
trail, you can zap 'em with prayer magic!

Libra: There is no such thing as "zapping with prayer magic"! What's more, I
doubt this training exercise involves the souls of the depar-

Lissa: Blaaah dee blah dee blah! Now come on! Let's get moving!

Libra: Y-you needn't pull, Lissa! I'm coming!
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Libra B

Lissa: Hey, so I only noticed during that training exercise, but you're
REALLY pretty! Your skin is perfect! Your hair is perfect! It's soooo not
fair!

Libra: Not... fair?

Lissa: AND you're tall and sweet and you even SMELL nice! You're a one-man
show of everything I wish I had, but I don't.

Libra: You have a host of traits I lack as well, Lissa.

Lissa: Name one! ...Or more, if you want.

Libra: You're extremely expressive. You treat every person you meet fairly
and equally. Your cheery disposition spreads to all those around you. You are
ever true to yourself. I would gladly trade any element of my appearance for
that beauty in your heart.

Lissa: Oh, I...

Libra: Something the matter, milady?

Lissa: It's EMBRASSING! I expected a little buttering up, not the whole
crock!

Libra: Heh, my apologies. I just find is so easy to talk with you. Another of
your finer traits, now that I think about it.

Lissa: Hey, you smiled! That's a rare treat.

Libra: Is it?

Lissa: Yeah!

Libra: And you noticed? Have you been... watching me?

Lissa: ...I guess I have, now that you mention it. I wonder why?

Libra: Heh, well, if you find an answer, I would be eager to hear it.

Lissa: Lemme get back to ya on that one!
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Libra A

Lissa: Libra? Libra!

Libra: Lissa? What has you in such a state?

Lissa: I figured it out! I know why I've been watching you all the time!

Libra: Oh?

Lissa: It's because you're like a ghost!

Libra: Um... pardon?

Lissa: Is that weird? I thought it was weird. But I think lots of stuff is
weird, so-

Libra: What do you mean?

Lissa: I first noticed it when we were together for that training exercise.
There are times when you seem kinda like a vision... or a mirage... I mean,
someone so tall and beautiful would normally be the center of all attention!
But with you I almost feel like you might up and vanish if I ever take my
eyes off you. Anyway, so, um, yeah. That's it. ...Sorry. I know it probably
sounds pretty crazy.

Libra: Perhaps, but somehow... I'm actually quite flattered.

Lissa: So how do you see me, huh? Come on, fair's fair and all!

Libra: You? You are positively bursting with life! The very opposite of
myself.

Lissa: Oh, that's not true at all! You may give off a ghostly feel, but
you're the liveliest alive person I know!

Libra: Well, I'm quite certain that's the first time that's ever been said
about me...
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Libra S

Lissa: Libra! ...Libra, are you there?

Libra: Yes. No cause for alarm, Lissa. This ghost hasn't disappeared yet.

Lissa: Aw, c'mon, you know I didn't mean that in a bad way!

Libra: Heh heh, I know, I know. And you know I said I'm not going anywhere.

Lissa: Yeah, but that's not enough. I still worry all the time... Welp! I
guess the only answer is to stay by your side forever!

Libra: ...Lissa?

Lissa: Huh? Oh. OH! I said that out loud, didn't I...

Libra: Indeed, and I'm so happy you did... I feel the same, Lissa. ...I
always have.

Lissa: Er, you do? You have?!

Libra: Yes, and I always will... If you will have me?

Lissa: But... Y-you don't mean...

Libra: Will you accept this, Lissa?

Lissa: A ring...

Libra: Nay, a promise. A promise to stay with each other, as long as we draw
breath. Stand vigil and keep me grounded, Lissa. Keep me tied to this place,
and to you.

Lissa: Oh my gosh, YES! I'll stay at your side until the sun stops rising!

Libra: I don't think I've ever felt so alive as I do now, in this moment,
with you.
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A1. Henry C

Lissa: *Yaaawn*

Henry: You getting enough sleep, Lissa? You look pretty bushed.

Lissa: No, not nearly enough! I'm exhausted!

Henry: If you don't rest up before a battle, you might find yourself resting
up in a grave.

Lissa: I know, it's just... I keep lying in bed and thinking about fighting
the next fight. And then I think about Emm, and about... Argh! It's all too
much! I'm sick of all this stupid grief and mourning! And I'm tired of people
dying! I don't even want our ENEMIES to die anymore, Henry. I'm just...
tired.

Henry: That does seem like a problem. War is killing and death, ya know?
Keeping people you care about alive means making the other guy dead.

Lissa: My head knows that, but my heart is still having a hard time. I wish I
was as tough as you, Henry. These sleepless nights are killing me...

Henry: Well then, lemme help you! Give me a little time and I'll have you
sleeping like a baby.

Lissa: Oh, wow. I'd give anything for one night of pure, dreamless sleep.

Henry: Nya ha ha! Just leave it to ol' Henry!
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Henry B

Henry: So, did you get over your insomnia, Lissa?

Lissa: Yep! As soon as I close my eyes, I'm out like a candle. I don't know
what changed, but I'm super glad it did!

Henry: Nya ha ha! Just a little touch of Henry's Super Sleepy-Time Magic!
..The nonlethal version.

Lissa: Really? That was you? Aw, thank you, Henry.

Henry: Always happy to lend a helping curse!

Lissa: I suppose it WOULD be a curse, huh? That can't be healthy, long
term... And what do you have to do to set it up? Some kind of weird ceremony?

Henry: Oh, it's not so much trouble, really... Hardest part is probably
finding fresh sacrifices every time.

Lissa: ...Sacrifices?

Henry: Yup! I usually just use birds or something.

Lissa: STOP! You can't go robbing poor little birdies of their lives for
something like this! I'd rather go sleepless than live with that sort of
guilt!

Henry: First you don't want any allies or enemies to die, and now BIRDIES are
off the table? ...You're a strange one, Lissa.

Lissa: I'M the strange one?! You're one to talk! Look, I'll find a solution
on my own, no cute creature deaths required! So no more curses! Got it?!

Henry: As you please!
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Henry A

Henry: Wow. You look pretty wobbly there, Lissa. Still having trouble in
slumberland?

Lissa: *Yaaawn* Yes! And the more I worry over it, the worse it gets.

Henry: You're suuuuuuuuure you don't want me to grant you a little curse or
two? You'll run yourself ragged at this rate. You need your rest!

Lissa: Thanks anyway, Henry. It really is sweet of you to keep offering.

Henry: Nya ha ha! Me? Sweet? That's a new one. Besides, you're the one who's
always concerned about people dying and stuff. I don't know how you do it,
honestly. I couldn't go a week!

Lissa: Heh heh, thanks. You're making me blush... Or... maybe just... dizzy?

Henry: Ack! Lissa!

Lissa: S-sorry... Kind of lost my balance there... Thanks for catching me,
Henry.

Henry: Easy peasy. Any time!

Lissa: Mmm... You're so warm. It's nice... Relaxing... Zzzzzzz...

Henry: Um, Lissa? Nya ha! Guess I'm not going anywhere for a little while.
You're pretty warm, yourself. Now I'm... *yaaawn* I'm getting all sleepy,
too...
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Henry S

Lissa: Hey, Henry?

Henry: Hey-o! Need your human pillow again?

Lissa: Tee hee! If you don't mind?

Henry: Course I don't!

Lissa: Mmm, you're always so warm and cozy... Thanks for putting up with this
all the time.

Henry: Hey, it feels pretty nice for me, too. Any excuse to be closer to
you...

Lissa: W-wait, are you saying...

Henry: I am! Let's get married! Nya ha ha!

Lissa: But...

Henry: What, you don't want to? I thought we were both on the same page here!

Lissa: N-no! It's not that I don't want to! I mean, I really care about
you... It's just... I don't know, you tossed it out there so casually. You
didn't even ask! Maybe you could set the mood first?

Henry: I'm not much of a mood guy, I'm afraid, unless we're talking gruesome
bloodshed... Well, how about this: I did get you a ring! Will that work?

Lissa: Aww... That'll work just fine.

Henry: All right! Here you go, then...

Lissa: Oh, thank you, Henry. I look forward to a lifetime's worth of sweet
dreams with you!

Henry: I feel like I'm dreamin' already, nya ha!
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Sully!

A2. Chrom C

Chrom: Hmm? Oh, hey Sully.

Sully: Hello, Chrom

Chrom: Are you here alone? I thought you'd be with Lissa and the rest of the
women.

Sully: Why, so I can make dinner for all the brave men? Nuts to that. I'll
tend the fire.

Chrom: That seems like a lot of hard work for one person.

Sully: Would you rather I cook? Or sew? No thanks, I hate all that crap.

Chrom: Huh. Well, I guess I understand. You don't seem like much of a...
Er...

Sully: What? A lady? Go ahead. Say it. No sweat off my thighs.

Chrom: Okay then! I guess everyone has their own special talents. Say, I
can't really cook or sew either. I can at least help with the fire?

Sully: Har! You're all right, Chrom.
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Chrom B

Chrom: Oh, hey, Sully.

Sully: Hello, Chrom.

Chrom: Where are you taking all that equipment? Would you like me to help?

Sully: Pfft! This is nothing. I'm just trying to clean up around this
craphole.

Chrom: It seems like every time I see you, you're working like there's no
tomorrow. Just try not to overdo it, all right? It's not worth it if you wear
yourself out.

Sully: Wear myself out? Har! That's the point, Chrom. This is part of my
training regimen.

Chrom: You're training to... clean a tent?

Sully: Gods, but you're dense. I'm training my MUSCLES! Lugging stuff builds
pure strength a hell of a lot faster than sparring. Also helps with balance
and coordination. You know. All that crap.

Chrom: Oh, I guess that makes sense. Plus the tent gets clean!

Sully:Yeah, I've always been efficient like that. Any chance to train is a
chance I'll take.

Chrom: I bet you've built up some real strength. How about a little
demonstration?

Sully: Har! Come at me, little man. Just don't start crying when I wipe the
floor with you.
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Chrom A

Chrom: Gnya! Yah!

Sully: HURAAAAAGH! GRAAAAGH!

Chrom: *Huff, huff* Haaaa... I'm... impressed, Sully. ...Whew! There's more
force behind your swings than ever. It's like trying to fend off a bear.

Sully: *Huff, huff* Har... Thanks, Chrom. That means something, coming from
you. Your defense is rock solid. It's like sparring with a damn wall. Guess
you haven't been slacking either.

Chrom: I was always taught that the best shortcut is the one you never take.
Nothing for it but to put in the hours.

Sully: Har! I remember that speech! Damn, that takes me back...

Chrom: You remember playing bandit king? How we used to wallop each other
with sticks?

Sully: How much things have changed... and how much they haven't, har! But
yeah, we played rough back then. Boys and girls alike. Remember how we used
to sneak out of town to climb trees in the woods? Those were some damn good
times...

Chrom: Yes, we've come a long way, Sully, and yet we're still evenly matched.

Sully: Damn straight! No way I'm letting some cheese-eating royal leave me in
the dust. That's half the reason I train, you know? So you won't have the
satisfaction.

Chrom: Sully? I hope you never change. You're the only woman I can still do
this with. You know that?

Sully: That's because the other women decided to become a bunch of damn
LADIES. Aw hell. Some days I wonder if maybe I...

Chrom: Oh no you don't. You're perfect, just as you are. I wouldn't change a
thing at least. We can spar. We can speak as equals. It's one small part of
my past that's unchanged, and... it anchors me.

Sully: ...Are you messing with me? Well, hell, Chrom. If it works for you, I
won't go changing for anybody else.

Chrom: Good. See that you don't. ...That's an order.

Sully: Pfft. Like I'd ever listen to you.
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Chrom S

Sully: Oh, Chrom! There you are.

Chrom: What is it, Sully? Are you ready for another round of sparring?

Sully: No. Not today, anyway.

Chrom: Oh, all right. So what did you need?

Sully: Look, you remember the other day when you said I was part of your
past? You said I anchor you, and um... What did you mean by that?

Chrom: What did I mean? Er, I guess... I don't know. I guess I just said what
I was thinking without really... thinking. I don't want you to change for
anyone, Sully. I want you to always be yourself. Sorry, I know that's pretty
vague.

Sully: No, it's good enough. You just... You accept me for who I am.

Chrom: Yes, of course.

Sully: But that's only because you see me as the same damn tomboy you knew as
a kid! Other girls all went and became LADIES, but good ol' Sully's still one
of the guys!

Chrom: But I thought you liked being treated like one of the guys?

Sully: Gods bless it, no! I'm not! I'm a woman, too, dammit! Yeah, maybe I
can't cook, or clean, and I burn all the laundry, but...

Chrom: Sully, what do you want to say?

Sully: Rragh! I'm just... I don't... I like you. You know? Like... that. Like
a girl... likes a guy?

Chrom: ...Oh.

Sully: So, um, yeah. As a guy, do you think you might... feel the same?
Maybe... forever?

Chrom: Are you... Are you proposing to me?

Sully: GAH! D-do you have to just come out and say it like that?! I've never
asked anything like this before in my life, Chrom. You're killing me here!

Chrom: I just had to be sure we were thinking the same thing. The answer is
yes, Sully. Yes!

Sully: What?!

Chrom: You're offering to be with me, right? I'd be lying if I didn't say you
feel like one of the guys sometimes, but so what? That just means we're more
similar than most couples. It's hardly a bad thing.

Sully: But I'm NOT a guy, you bastard! I'm asking you as a woman!

Chrom: I know! I get it! And I'm saying yes as a man.

Sully: R-really? Just like that?

Chrom: It's all right for a woman to have skill in battle you know? And last
I checked, there's no law requiring laundry skills in order to marry. I care
about you, Sully. I care about you a very great deal. I always have... I just
hope you know what you're getting into. Carrying a nation on your shoulders
is a massive responsibility. Half that load will fall on you. Are you sure
it's a load you would want to bear?

Sully: Are you joking? Have you seen my shoulders? Anyone gives you trouble,
Chrom, you just send 'em over to me.

Chrom: Now that's the kind of rock-solid support a ruler needs! And so I
pledge my support in return. For this day, and every day to come. ...Here.
This is for you.

Sully: Holy crap! A signet ring from the royal house of Ylisse! I don't know
Chrom. It looks so... extravagant.

Chrom: My parents had it made for me when I was born. I've always kept it
close, and I see no reason to change that now. The only difference is that it
will now be attached to an even greater treasure.

Sully: Chrom, it's... It's beautiful. Thank you.

Chrom: Ha! Now I'm the one blushing. I suppose we'll have to get used to
this. Good thing we have the rest of our lives.

Sully: I may be your anchor, but right now I could just fly away! I... I love
you Chrom. I think I always have.
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A2. Frederick C

Sully: There you are, Frederick! I thought you might be up for a little
sparring.

Frederick: Certainly, Sully. ...All right, you may strike whenever you are
ready.

Sully: Get ready for a whuppin'! Hiiiiiiii-YA!

Frederick: Mmm... Good technique and excellent form. However, it is my
turn...

Sully: Gah!

Frederick: Are you all right?

Sully: Oh, yeah! Just peachy! Thanks! Er, Think I'm going to yield, though.
.....

Frederick: Is something the matter?

Sully: Just wondering how you beat me so easily, is all.

Frederick: I would hardly call such a match "easy."

Sully: Yeah, but I never lose to anybody!

Frederick: Sometimes these things are a simple matter of chance.

Sully: Hmm... Well, thanks for the practice. I'll let you know once I've
honed my edge a bit.

Frederick: I look forward to it.
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Frederick B

Frederick: You weren't your usual self in that last fight, Sully. If
something is troubling you, I'm happy to hear it.

Sully: I can't figure out how the hell you beat me when we sparred! That's
what's wrong!

Frederick: Good heavens. That was days ago... Is there really any need to
compete? We fight for the same cause.

Sully: Yeah, but it... I don't know. It was as if I KNEW you were going to
beat me. I've never had that feeling with anyone else. ...Never.

Frederick: When you first joined the Shepherds, I was the one who taught you.
Perhaps that has something to do with it.

Sully: Ha! I remember... I came in thinking I could mop the floor with all of
you.
And I might have until you showed up! You didn't look like much back then,
but you beat the crap out of me.

Frederick: I wouldn't say I beat the... *ahem* Yes, well. I suppose it was a
rite of passage of sorts.

Sully: I didn't sleep for days after that... I was just so damn angry.

Frederick: Perhaps this is the cause of your current consternation. When
master and student first fight, the student naturally stands no chance. The
perception that one's teacher is unbeatable can be difficult to shake.

Sully: So I can't beat you now because you beat the crap out of me when I was
15?

Frederick: It doesn't sound quite so honorable when you say it in that
manner...
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Frederick A

Sully: Did you see me out there today, Frederick?

Frederick: Truly impressive work! It seems you've made a breakthrough.

Sully: It's thanks to what you said before. I've always felt like I needed to
be better than everyone, you know? If there was one person better than me at
anything, I considered it a failing. And when I couldn't beat you, I let it
get into my head in a big way.

Frederick: There is a certain strength in such a mind-set, methinks.

Sully: To admit, it made me strong back then. But now it's just holding me
back.
I didn't train all these years to beat you. I've trained to be become someone
you can rely on as an equal.

Frederick: And you have grown into a fine soldier. I fear nothing when you
are by my side.

Sully: When I stopped to really see how I felt, it was pretty obvious. Anyway
it's all thanks to your teaching. So... thanks.

Frederick: You are a student no more, Sully, but a master in your own right.
From this day on, we fight as equals.

Sully: You're damn right we do!
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Frederick S

Sully: Hmm...

Frederick: Something on your mind, Sully?

Sully: Just thinking about why I couldn't beat you the last time we sparred.

Frederick: I though you'd already found your answer.

Sully: Yeah, I thought so too, but... Well, now I'm no so sure. See, I don't
think it's because you were my teacher.

Frederick: No? Then what is it?

Sully: When I'm around you, I get... clumsy. I can't focus like I need to.
I'd never felt that way with anybody else before, so I didn't know what it
was. But it's not because you taught me. ...It's because... I love you.

Frederick: ......

Sully: I know that's big news to dump on you out of nowhere. But I can't move
forward until I deal with all this crap. So, um... What do you think?

Frederick: In truth, I also wondered if that might have something to do with
it.
And so I prepared this gift for just such an occasion.

Sully: ...Oh, Frederick! It's a ring with my name on it!

Frederick: I'd planned to give it to you once this war was over.

Sully: I just can't believe it! I mean, me? Really? But I'm so...

Frederick: Strong? Brave? Intelligent? Yes, Sully. You are all of that and
more.

Sully: Okay, my heart is pretty much just sunbeams and puppies right now. And
I never say cute crap like that, so you KNOW it's serious!

Frederick: I feel the same... albeit with perhaps less flair for the
dramatic. Sully, my love, will you be my sunbeam?

Sully: Only if you'll be my puppy!

Frederick: ...... That was embarrassing.

Sully: Er, yeah. It was... Let's go spar!
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A2. Virion C

Sully: Hrah! Yaaaaah!

Virion: Ah, most fortuitous fortune! It is none other than my dearly beloved
Sully!
Your floating, so like a butterfly. Your stinging, so like the bee! Why, it's
positively-

Sully: You got a point, Ruffles?

Virion: None save the point of my heart's compass, which strains ever toward
Sully.

Sully: That sounds like a no. So get lost. I'm trying to train here.

Virion: So cold! I feel a chill coming on. I'll surely catch my death if you
don't spare a few warm words, milady. Come now! All this training for war...
All this angry grunting... It's unbecoming of a lady so beauteous!

Sully: Pfft. A pretty girl can stab a guy as easy as an ugly one. But she
still needs to practice. ...So clear out!

Virion: No doubt the poets would write of your grace in combat. "Stabulous,"
they'd say! But there is no need for such exertions. Not when you've a man to
protect you!

Sully: I've yet to see a man up to that task.

Virion: Milady, you wound me. Such a man stands before you at this very
moment!

Sully: Wait, are you talking about... you? AAAAH HA HA HA HAR! Oh, you're a
funny guy, Ruffles. I'll give you that.

Virion: ...I wasn't joking.

Sully: Do you have any idea how many people try to kill me on a daily basis?
It'd take a certified hero just to keep up, let alone "protect" me.

Virion: And I vow to be just such a hero!

Sully: Ruffles, I'd hire a wet nurse AND her kid as protectors before I'd
consider you.

Virion: So it's proof milady desires, is it? So be it! I shall gladly furnish
such!
Watch closely on our next battle. I'll display such heroism as makes for
legend and song!

Sully: Oh, this should be good.
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Virion B

Sully: Hey, Ruffles. I saw you in that battle.

Virion: Then you've seen the fearsome beast that lurks within this lover's
tender bosom! I only pray it did not frighten you, gentle lady. And I trust
it proved that I am the hero fated to keep you safe!

Sully: Was it also fate that you chickened out of that duel?

Virion: That was common sense and nothing more! What reason had I to accept?

Sully: Running from a duel is hardly heroic...

Virion: At the very least I am that man's hero! By turning down his offer I
spared his life.

Sully: I think we have a different idea about what the word "hero" means.

Virion: You wound me, milady! I assure you, I am no craven. Had that cur but
glanced at you, no force in this world could have stayed my hand.

Sully: Pfft. You've always got some clever answer ready... Talking to you is
like dancing. It's exhausting and sweaty and I hate it.

Virion: I speak only the truth, milady. Whether or not you believe me is your
prerogative.

Sully: Great. Then I don't believe you.

Virion: Y-you might at least have paused a moment to consider before-

Sully: Har! Easy, Ruffles. I'm just teasing. Sure, you fled the duel, but you
actually looked passable the rest of the time. Looks like you're still in the
running to be Mr. Hero. I'm looking forward to next time.

Virion: All shall gaze upon my might and tremble, milady! This I swear!
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Virion A

Virion: Ah, Sully... hmm? Why are you looking at me so? ...Is there something
on my face?

Sully: I'm the wrong person to ask. I've been seeing things lately.

Virion: And yet, your beautiful eyes appear as clear and sharp as ever. Tell
me of these visions, milady, that I might proffer some support.

Sully: You fought a duel, you damned fool! What's more, you WON! AND you beat
someone that the others had trouble fighting as a unit! If that isn't seeing
things, I don't know what is.

Virion: Are you truly so surprised at that, milady? I told you before that I
would accept a duel had I only a reason.

Sully: And what was this reason?

Virion: That man had to be stopped. Had I let him escape, he might have
turned his wrath upon neighboring villages.

Sully: So you risked your neck for a handful of strangers?

Virion: I fought to defend the defenseless. No true nobleman would do less.
But nor would he enter meaningless battles like a blood-mad savage in search
of glory. Ugh... The very thought disgusts me.

Sully: So... is that why you want to defend me?

Virion: Exactly! You, my dear, are a lady fair. A paragon of grace and
beauty.
Any fellow who would call himself a gentleman would defend such a creature.

Sully: Don't call me a creature, you flowery snot! And I can defend my own
damn self. Although... Well... I guess I don't mind if you call me a lady.
But only because I've seen you show a bit of courage on the battlefield. If
not for that, I'd send you off half the "gentleman" you used to be.

Virion: Then you accept me as a hero worthy of protecting you?

Sully: Let's not get crazy now, Ruffles. I just promoted you from lousy
craven to decent guy. That's all. ...And I suppose you can watch my back in a
brawl.

Virion: Aye, and soon you'll trust your tender heart to my love's fearsome
embrace!

Sully: ...Okay, you're still clearly insane. But if there must be a dangerous
madman about, I'm glad he's on my side.
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Virion S

Sully: ...Virion.

Virion: Sully! What a prize, that these eyes might gaze once more upon your
beauty.

Sully: .....

Virion: Goodness, Milady. Your countenance is so very... intense. I should
think a lesser man might burst into flames on the spot.

Sully: .....

Virion: *Ahem* Is it getting hot here? ...I should be very relieved if you
would only respond.

Sully: .....

Virion: ...Enough! I yield, milady! Nothing is so daunting as a woman's
silence.

Sully: Ha! I knew it! I KNEW it! It's all well and good for you to pester
others, whether they want it or not. But turn the tables and you change your
damn tune!
You can't handle the attention!
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Virion: This was a... test? Rather beneath a lady of your bearing, I must
say.

Sully: I can't get a word in edgewise with you if I play fair. I doubt anyone
can with that sharpened tongue of yours. Besides, I needed to know at least
one of your weaknesses beforehand.

Virion: Er, before... what, pray tell? Delving into the character of your
future husband before you wed him? Heh heh...

Sully: Yep.

Virion: Because frankly, I don't see wh-WHAT?! H-hold just a moment... Are
you serious?

Sully: Deadly so.

Virion: Well, th-this is an honor to be sure, but I'm not... I haven't
prepared myself!

Sully: Ha ha... Adding prone to ambush to that list of weaknesses...

Virion: You have me at a loss, milady.

Sully: Oh? Where has your famous wit run off to? If ever a moment called for
poetry. I'm a lady, right? Paragon of grace and beauty? Don't leave me
dangling here...

Virion: N-no, of course, I... *ahem!* I hereby swear to leave none of
milady's desires unmet, even at the cost of my life. If would be this humble
man's great joy to accept your gracious offer.

Sully: Well, I suppose that works. ...Barely. That really the best you've
got, Ruffles?

Virion: ...B-but, I...

Sully: Har har! Only jesting! That'll work just fine for me. Let's go ring
shopping.
I've got the place picked out already. Let's move. ...And no lagging behind!

Virion: Y-yes, milady...

Sully: I can't hear you!

Virion: Yes, milady! Coming, milady!
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A2. Stahl C

Stahl: Thanks for training with me today. That was a great session.

Sully: Ha! Giving up so soon? What a wimp!

Stahl: Er, what?

Sully: How can you call yourself a knight if you crap out so soon? The
legendary knights who served Marth would never give up so easily.

Stahl: You mean Cain and Abel? The "Bull" and the "Panther" from the old
stories?

Sully: That's the kind of strength we need to meet this war. And it's the
kind of strength I aspire to.

Stahl: Well, sure. I mean, who wouldn't want to be a hero of legend and song?
I just don't think I have it in me. I'm more of a... mellow type.

Sully: Ha! Then take that attitude over to the kitchen, ya damn scullery
maid. I plan to run circles around those rusty old legends.

Stahl: Heh! You're something else. But perhaps I could stand to be a little
more forceful in my training.

Sully: Damn right! I won't stop until I'm built like the bull!

Stahl: Ha ha! I'm sure you'll... Wait, you're the Bull in this scenario?

Sully: You got a problem with that?

Stahl: No, no! No, that's... just fine. I guess that makes me the Panther,
huh? Yeesh. I've got my work cut out for me...
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Stahl B

Stahl: ...Enough! I yield!

Sully: Oh, come on. You're better than this! Now you're just letting me win.

Stahl: No one LETS you win anything, Sully. You take victories by force.

Sully: Pfft. That's your excuse?

Stahl: Hey, you know what I'm like.

Sully: You lack the confidence because you don't know yourself well enough.
Here, shake my hand... Go on! Shake the damn thing!

Stahl: Er, alright.

Sully: Well? What do you feel? Tell me how my hand and yours are different.

Stahl: Well, yours is smaller than I would have thought... And really soft!
It's kind of nice, actually.

Sully: You're getting distracted. Focus on the first thing you said. You're
bigger than me, and you've got more muscle. Also you're a better rider. So
explain how it is that I keep kicking your arse all over the battlefield.

Stahl: I don't know! I guess you just project this... aura. Like you're going
to eat me for breakfast, you know?

Sully: All in your head! Change your attitude, and you'll be a better fighter
overnight.

Stahl: You really think so? Hmm... Wait! Now you're just pushing me around in
a different way.

Sully: Except that I'm right. And if you're smart, you'll listen to me. So
what do you say? Another round?

Stahl: You're on. And I'm standing my ground this time.
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Stahl A

Sully: Oof! ...Yeah, I'll feel that one tomorrow.

Stahl: Heh heh! Stahl the Panther strikes again! Still, I think I finally
understand what you were getting at. The right attitude really does make a
difference.

Sully: Well, don't think you'll ever be better than me. Because you won't.

Stahl: Ha! I wouldn't dare suggest it.

Sully: But you know the others expect you to show me up someday.

Stahl: ...Huh?

Sully: It's okay. I'm used to it.

Stahl: ...Er, Sully? is everything all right? You're getting weird on me.

Sully: It's just... People look at me and all they see is a damn woman!

Stahl: Um, okay? Not sure where this is coming from, but if I implied-

Sully: Not you, idiot. You treat me as an equal, and I've always respected
that. I just worry that... Well, what happens if you do surpass me someday?
People won't think it's because of hard work or skill or any of that. It'll
just be another damn man beating a woman to the finish line again.

Stahl: Now who's being wishy-washy?

Sully: Hey! Don't you lecture me, chump! I'll kick you right in the-

Stahl: Ha ha! Now that's the Sully I know. A mighty Bull in the making! ..Or
is it a mewling Sheep? We'd better go another round and find out.

Sully: Oh, I am so going to hand you your lunch in a second. Come on, tough
guy! Show me what you're really made of!

Stahl: Eep! M-maybe this was a bad idea...
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Stahl S

Sully: *Pant, pant* All right! Enough... I.. I yield. *Wheeze* Gods, Stahl.
You're a damn beast today.

Stahl: *Pant* It's all thanks to your training, Sully.

Sully: No one made you strong. You were tough to begin with.

Stahl: So does this mark the end of Sully's reign of terror?

Sully: For today. But there's always tomorrow.

Stahl: I knew you weren't going to give up quietly. You've always worked
harder and aspired higher than anyone. You're amazing.

Sully: Yeah, well, I never could've done it without you around. It's easy to
keep on the path when you've got someone walking beside you. You're about the
best training partner I've ever had.

Stahl: Um, yeah. Well, maybe I could be more than just a... training partner?

Sully: Wait, what are you... Stahl, are you giving me a ring?

Stahl: Yeah. It's a... wedding ring. I'm still more Mouse than Panther most
days. But with you at my side, I can become the man and knight I aspire to
be. And I want to be there to spar you along, too. ...Not that you need it.

Sully: That's a pretty bold offer, Mr. Mouse.

Stahl: Yeah, I may look confident, but I'm about to soil my good pair of
trousers. If it weren't for you, I'd never be able to ask something like
this. You're my courage, Sully.

Sully: That's actually very sweet. ...You know what? I accept. We've got a
long ways to go, but I'd have no other traveling companion. It's you and me
to the end, Stahl.

Stahl: Then here's to the new Bull and Panther!
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A2. Vaike C

Vaike: Mm-MMM! Now that smells like a slice of heaven. Whatcha eatin' there?

Sully: Bogsberry and cabbage pie, the best cream of treacle in all of Ylisse.

Vaike: A shiny copper coin says it was baked them lady friends that were
followin' ya!

Sully: Keep your coin. They gave it to me before we left to keep me warm on
the journey.

Vaike: Gremlin's tail! The Vaike's never had a gaggle of maidens bake HIM a
pie! How'd ya do it?! What's your secret?!...Er, not that I'm jealous or
nothin'.

Sully: I suppose I'm just charming like that. Why, you need advice?

Vaike: Har har! Ol' Teach don't need advice on that score! I mean, sure no
one's ever bothered to bake me a tasty pie... But I knew a milkmaid once who
gave me an apple-and it only had one worm in it!

Sully: Well, good for you.

Vaike 'Sides, I'm more of a man's man, ya know? And men don't usually go for
pie bakin'. I'd rather eat a donkey's hindquarters than a pie baked by one'a
my mates! Har har! Still, I'd give anything to have lasses offering me their
pies all the time. ...Maybe it's the horse? Ladies do love the horses...

Sully: An idiot on a horse is still an idiot.

Vaike: What's that supposed to mean? Hey, wait a sec, Sully. You're a woman.
..Er, right? Got some tips for the Vaike? What do YOU admire in a man?

Sully: He has to be better than me. Someone I can respect.

Vaike: Better? ...You mean better looking?

Sully: I mean better at important things! Smarter, stronger, faster with a
blade and lance...

Vaike: Well, maybe you should take me on. I'm pretty tough ya know.

Sully: If you think fighting me will attract women, you're an even bigger
fool than I though... ...Eh, but why not? It's been days since I've dished
out a good thrashing, heh heh.
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Vaike B

Vaike: C'mon, Sully. Help ol' Teach out here. Why can't I ever win the girl?
I got devilish good looks, the strength of an ogre, and the charm of a fancy
noble!

Sully: Well, one of those is true. ...Sort of. I suppose you can handle a
lance, even if I'm better with a sword. Our match was pretty darn even until
you decided we should arm wrestle. So, yes. I'll admit that you're strong.
..Not bright, mind you, but strong.

Vaike 98... 99... 100! Er, sorry. What was that last bit? Hard to hear you
over these biscep curls... Anyway, ya gotta help me out here, Sully. Ya just
gotta!
Look at these arms! Just look at 'em! I mean, what else does a lady want?

Sully: Gods be damned, but you are thick. How about being kind? Or
thoughtful?!

Vaike: Er, what would a girl want that stuff for?

Sully: ...Look. If you ask me, I'd want a man with ideals. One who wants to
better himself. If I'm going to spend the rest of my life with someone, I
have to respect him.

Vaike: Har! That's me up and down! Heck, I joined the Shepherds 'cause of my
ideals.

Sully: Now that you mention it, you never did tell me why you're fighting for
Chrom. So? Out with it. What made you sign up?

Vaike: Har! That's me up and down! Heck, I joined the Shepherds 'cause of my
ideals. I wanted to be the greatest warrior in all the realm!

Sully: No, idiot. I'm asking why you wanted to be a great warrior in the
first place.

Vaike: Well, it's a bit of a tale, but you need more Teach-talk that bad, eh?
Well, all right... I grew up poor in this podunk little villiage where I was
famous for never losin' a fight. Local kids latched on to me, and before I
knew it, I had my own little gang. Course, we were just a bunch of ne'er-do-
wells as far as the adults were concerned...

Sully: What a surprise...

Vaike: So one day, Emmeryn herself came to our corner of the world, and she
said... "I seek to bring prosperity and equality to all of the people of
Ylisse!"
Well, that struck a nerve. Soon as I heard it, I knew what my mission was.

Sully: To forsake your misspent youth, join the Shepherds, and fight for
social justice?

Vaike: Er, yeah, that! That was it exactly! What you just said! Okay, maybe
not the EXACT same words I used, but...

Sully: ...Vaike? You may not be such a complete moron after all. You might
even, dare I say it? ...Deserve some respect?

Vaike: That's the Vaike! Man of your dreams, right here, reporting for d-

Sully: No, I stand correct. No respect warranted. None, whatsoever.

Vaike: Awwwwww!
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Vaike A

Vaike: Hey-ho, Sully! Just the gal I was hopin' to see. Got a question for
ya.

Sully: What is it? I'm busy.

Vaike: Why did YOU sign up for the Shepherds? I told ya my story, remember?
Now you gotta tell me yours. Fair's fair!

Sully: My story is dull... I joined so I could become a knight.

Vaike: Aw, come on! You're havin' me on!

Sully: You got a problem?!

Vaike: No, it's just... See, I thought ya already were a knight.

Sully: I have armor and arms, but yet to undergo the formal ceremony...

Vaike: Ah, I see. So you're gonna cover yourself in glory here with us
Shepherds... Maybe catch Chrom's eye and earn yourself knighthood?

Sully: Not quite. I was born into a long line of knights. My house and all
that crap. This title will be mine by inheritance when the time comes. I
could spend my life eating grapes from a damn silver bowl and still be called
"sir"!

Vaike: Er, so then why-

Sully: Because there's no honor in accepting someting you haven't earned! A
knight shouldn't just be lucky enough to be born to some damn noble! A knight
has duties. ...Responsibilities "A knight is brave and true, aids all in
need, and defends the weak from evil." I can't up hold that oath without
honing my skills. Suffering hardship. All of that. How can I know courage if
I don't face bloody death a bunch of times? I'll fight for the Shepherds
until I've damn well EARNED the title of knight!

Vaike: Criven's horn, that's a rousing speech!

Sully: Oh please, I'm not trying to... It just means a lot to me is all. I
don't get a chance to talk about it much. I'm sorry if I bored you...

Vaike: ...Bored?! Har har! Ain't NOTHIN' boring about you, Sully. In fact,
the Vaike hasn't been this excited since the exalt came to visit my li'l ol'
town!

Sully: ...Really?

Vaike: Cross my heart and hope to... Okay, well, just cross my heart. 'Cause
I realized something, Sully: you and me should duel more often! You wanna be
a knight among knights, I wanna be a warrior's warrior. Seems we can help
each other out!

Sully: Hmm... Don't expect me to go easy on you. It'll hurt....Maybe a lot.

Vaike: Har har! Bring it on! The Vaike can take it!
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Vaike S

Vaike: Heya, Sully.

Sully: Oh. Hello, Vaike

Vaike: So I was just thinkin', and I... Look, are you fallin' for me?

Sully: WHAT?! ...Where the hell did you get that idea?!

Vaike: Well, it's just that you've been actin' different around me. Not
yourself, like. I thought maybe that was the reason. But if I'm wrong, then
I'm wrong.

Sully: Well, I... I never said you were WRONG, exactly... Er, that is...
Well... yes. Yes, I suppose I am... maybe... starting to fall for you... a
little... But I still don't like you a lot!

Vaike: That's good enough for the Vaike! 'Cause truth be told, I'm startin'
to take a shine to you, too.

Sully: Whatever happens... you should know... I won't be doing any damn
housework

Vaike: Har har! Not exactly what I was expecting to hear, but okay. I mean,
duh, I'd be the biggest fool in all of Ylisse if I expected that! I'm a
simple man, but I like being with you. I feel like I can trust ya with my
troubles. And I guess that's why I'm ya might... make a good...wife.

Sully: Thinking back, I never would have though... I mean this is all so
unexpected, it's just... Oh, hell with it! Why not? Let's get married!

Vaike: Now hold on! I'm the man here, and that means I'm doin' the askin'!

Sully: Pfft! Too late, knucklehead.

Vaike: Aw, this whole thing's a mess! I spent all day plannin' it out, too.
Even bought this blasted ring...

Sully: Well?! Are you going to give me that ring or stand here like a damn
fool?!

Vaike: Yeah, all right. ...Here, catch!

Sully: Oop! Got it... Oh Vaike, this is... It's gorgeous.

Vaike: Only the best for Mrs. The Vaike!
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A2. Kellam C

Sully: Kellam? Hey, Kellam!

Kellam: ...Yes?

Sully: I've got a bone to pick with you, pip-squeak! Chrom tells me that in
our last battle, you were secretly watching my back!

Kellam: Um, I wasn't trying to keep it a secret, Sully. I was just fighting
alongside-

Sully: Well knock it the hell off! I'M the one who does the protectin' around
here, got it?! I don't need some tiny man in a huge suit of armor watching
me.

Kellam: B-b-but...

Sully: You think I need extra protection? That it? You think I'm frail and
weak? You think you can be my gallant knight in shiny, oversized armor?

Kellam: I wasn't giving you special treatment, honest! I just like protecting
people!

Sully: I'll say this once, pip-squeak: don't ever pull that crap again! Are
we clear now? Words sank in? 'Cause if we are, I'm done. I've got better
things to do than yell at you, tin man.

Kellam: O-of course you do! I mean... Um, well, bye.
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Kellam B

Sully: Kellam? ...KELLAM!

Kellam: ...Yes?

Sully: Oh, there you are. ...Yep. Looks like I was right. You did injure your
arm.

Kellam: Oh, gosh. Did you notice? I didn't think anyone-

Sully: Of course I noticed, you tiny idiot! You got hurt trying to protect me
again! Didn't I tell you the other day I didn't need your damn help?

Kellam: B-but, that guy was about to cut your head off! I can't just stand by
and watch friends be cut down. It's not in my nature.

Sully: Oh, aren't we gallant. Pffft! I had that guy in the bag. And besides,
it doesn't do any good if you get killed in someone else's place.

Kellam: Y-you're probably right.

Sully: Now give me your arm, and let me take a gander at this wound.

Kellam: Oh, it's all right. Really! Barely a scratch, in fact.

Sully: Quit your griping, and get over here so I can put a damn bandage on!

Kellam: R-right away, ma'am!

Sully: Gods, what a fool. You'd probably leap into a noose if I hung myself,
huh?

Kellam: I wager I would!

Sully: And here I thought you were a meek little mouse. When it comes to
looking after folk, you're as stubborn as a damn ox!
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Kellam A

Sully: Kellam?

Kellam: ...R-right here, Sully. L-look, don't hit me! I know I helped you out
again, but I didn't mean to! Honest!

Sully: Actually, I came to thank you. I was outmanned that time. Had you not
stepped in...

Kellam: What? Are you saying-

Sully: Yes, all right? Yes. You win. You can watch my back. Gods, I've never
met a more stubborn man in all my life!

Kellam: Everyone needs help sometimes, Sully. I mean, we all fight for the
same cause. It makes no sense to stand alone, no matter how strong you are.

Sully: Heh. So you want to serve as everyone's shield, huh? Well, that's a
hard role for one man. How about I help you out?

Kellam: Help me out?

Sully: If you're watching everyone else's back, someone's got to cover yours,
right? You can be the shield of the Shepherds, and I'll be the shield of YOU.

Kellam: Er, I suppose so. But...

Sully: What? You don't like the idea of someone helping you? Well, tough
beans!

Kellam: Well, all right. Thanks, Sully.
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Kellam S

Kellam: Hey, Sully. I wanted to thank you for watching my back in that last
battle.

Sully: No sweat, pip-squeak. Reckon I owed you for one damn thing or another.
..Funny. I can't even imagine how I fought back when I didn't have you
around. It feels good knowing someone's looking out for you.

Kellam: I know! I feel so much stronger when you're out there.

Sully: But it's even more than that, Kellam. The way you want to help
everyone else... You make me want to be a better person.

Kellam: Um, well, funny you say that... See, the thing is... I'm more
interested in protecting you than anyone else.

Sully: Oh?

Kellam: I like you, Sully. In fact, I REALLY like you. So I was thinking
maybe we could...get married?

Sully: Married?!

Kellam: Yeah, married! Look, I went out and got you a ring and everything!

Sully: ...I'm not much of a lady, you know. Not sure I'd be much of a wife.

Kellam: I think you'd be great!

Sully: I, uh... Look, this kind of crap isn't easy for me, but... I like you,
Kellam. I've never really felt this way about anyone before.

Kellam: So then... yes?

Sully: All right, pip-squeak. Let's do it. I'll watch your back, you watch
mine, and together we'll be unbeatable!
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A2. Lon'qu C

Sully: Those were some impressive moves on the battlefield today, Lon'qu.

Lon'qu: Ngh...

Sully: Your fighting is so fluid, yet so crisp. It's amazing to watch. I'd
love to see how my own moves stack up someday.

Lon'qu: I refuse.

Sully: Har! Scared?

Lon'qu: No. I simply have no interest in fighting you.

Sully: The hell does that mean? You think you got me beat before we even
start?

Lon'qu: .....

Sully: You don't know thing one about me! Not until we've crossed blades.

Lon'qu: You are a woman.

Sully: ...Oh, that does it. Draw! Draw and defend your life!

Lon'qu: Stop!

Sully: Make me!

Lon'qu: ...That would have hit me.

Sully: Then it's a good thing you parried. Let's see if you're as quick next
time.
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Lon'qu B

Sully: Come on, Lon'qu. Let's spar!

Lon'qu: We did. You won.

Sully: Pfft. That? I've seen you fight, and that wasn't half what you're
capable of. It doesn't count if you win when the other guy's not even trying.

Lon'qu: Half is all I can offer someone like you.

Sully: Oh, what? Can't fight a woman? Afraid I'll break a nail? I expect this
crap from a lot of people, Lon'qu, but not you!

Lon'qu: I mean no insult. The fault is mine alone. I have an... aversion to
women. A crippling, involuntary reflex. You're a true warrior, and skilled.
But I cannot fight you.

Sully: Is this some childhood-trauma thing? Did a girl take your lunch money?

Lon'qu: Something like that.

Sully: Well, I won't pry. Everybody's got their secrets. ...Wait. Does this
happen to you on the battlefield, too?

Lon'qu: I manage to suppress it in instinctual, life-and-death situations.

Sully: So if your neck were on the line, you'd be able to fight. That makes
sense... HAAAAAA!

Lon'qu: Are you mad, woman?!

Sully: Going for the kill would be the easy fix, but that isn't really an
option here. But I figured if I turned up the intensity, I might be able to
trigger a survival reflex. Now pretend I'm about to kill you!

Lon'qu: You ARE mad!
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Lon'qu A

Sully: Hey, Lon'qu. What's new?

Lon'qu: Nothing. Would you like to spar?

Sully: Finally stopped seeing me as a woman, eh? It usually doesn't take guys
this long.

Lon'qu: No. Nothing has changed in that regard. Over the course of sparring,
I've just... gotten used to you.

Sully: I guess anyone would after staring me down for that many rounds. Does
this mean the gloves can finally come off?

Lon'qu: Indeed. I am sorry for the long delay. I owe you a debt that I intend
to repay with steel.

Sully: Oh, you ARE feisty today! Let's begin.

Lon'qu: ...Hyaaa!
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Lon'qu S

Sully: Damn my hide! You're like fighting with a hurricane! I almost miss the
days when you were still hung up on women.

Lon'qu: My aversion isn't gone, but you've proven that it can be quelled. You
have made me stronger. I'd accept my weakness, but you carved it from me by
force. And through our matches, you pared me down to expose a better man.

Sully: Fighting you has made me a better warrior as well. And a better woman.

Lon'qu: This is forward of me, but I have very little experience with such
things, so... This ring is for you, if you're of a mind to wear it.

Sully: I'd be honored, Lon'qu.

Lon'qu: With your help, I know I can grow stronger still. That I can become a
worthy partner.

Sully: Har! This from the guy who just wiped the floor with me! Well then?
What are you waiting for?

Lon'qu: I don't understand.

Sully: With all that emotional stuff sorted, I feel like a fight!

Lon'qu: ...Heh. As you wish!
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A2. Donnel C

Sully: Rraaagh!

Soldier: I yield! I yield! M-mercy!

Donnel: She's just like one of them knights out'a the stories Ma used to
tell! I'm jealous somethin' fierce...

Sully: I'm not LIKE a knight, kid. I AM a knight.

Donnel: Urk! Ya heard me then, did ya?

Sully: Half the camp heard your every thought! You're not exactly subtle.

Donnel: B-beggin' your pardon, Sir Ma'am! I didn't mean nothin' by it. So,
uh, do ya think maybe you could tell me what bein' a knight's like?

Sully: As long as you promise to stop calling me "Sir Ma'am." Why are you
asking, anyway? Thinking of becoming a knight?

Donnel: Oh, gosh, no! It's just that knights and such is the stuff's legend
to me. Ain't never seen one back on the farm, and now here you are, and...
Well, I reckon I'm curious, is all.

Sully: Curious to see how close I am to your storybook version?

Donnel: I ain't tryin' to impose on ya. If it's a big ol' hassle, just say
so.

Sully: It's fine. Come find me at dinner. We can talk there.

Donnel: Thank you, Sir Ma... Er, Sully! That's mighty kind of ya!
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Donnel B

Donnel: Thanks again for before, Sully. Mighty kind of ya to take the time.

Sully: What, our chat about knights? I'm just glad someone actually cares.

Donnel: Ya mean that? 'Cause I'd sure love to hear more, if ya don't mind
none.

Sully: Oh, come on. It couldn't have been that interesting.

Donnel: I reckon not to you, but it's a whole new world to me!

Sully: Hmm... All right, then. Let's barter.

Donnel: Barter? Ah, shucks, Sully. I ain't got nothin' to offer. 'Less you
wanna take an IOU on a couple'a piglets...

Sully: I don't want your livestock, Donny. I want your stories.

Donnel: You want me to tell ya 'bout life back on the pig farm? Well, it
ain't like I mind talkin', but farm life's dull as rocks.

Sully: To you? Sure. But to me, it's probably going to be fascinating. I grew
up in a damn castle, remember? I'm curious how you farm folk live.

Donnel: Well, I reckon I owe ya a tale or two. What say I come find ya at
dinner?

Sully: I reckon that sounds great.

Donnel: Hey! Ya sound just like me!
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Donnel A

Sully: Heya, Donny. Thanks for the wild stories the other night.

Donnel: Ya mean the one 'bout the greased-pig run? Why, sure! Farmin' ain't
glamorous as knightin', but I s'pose we have our laughs.

Sully: I'd never have guessed how much fun I missed out on as a city girl.

Donnel: I wouldn't be too eager to trade lives if I was you.

Sully: Hmm?

Donnel: Well, I hate to spoil the fun, but there's lots on the farm what
ain't a hoot. Stories I told only covered the good times. There's plenty what
ruin a year's crop. Flood, drought, raiders... Plus, we lose pigs to sickness
darn near every season. Yessir, the farmin' life's a hard one, and no
denyin'.

Sully: I'm sure you're right, but knighthood's no bed of roses, either. Sure,
it's glamorous, but there's politics and backstabbing behind the scenes. And
you've got to follow the orders you're given, even when they're stupid.
Believe me, farmers aren't the only ones with troubles.

Donnel: So you was just cherry-pickin' the good stories too, eh?

Sully: Maybe we should sit down and swap horror stories next time.

Donnel: I don't much go in for scary talk. Ain't got the stomach for it.

Sully: No, not literal horror stories. ...Just the less-happy ones. You can't
understand someone's world until you know both sides of it.

Donnel: I reckon yer right about that... All right, then. It's a deal!
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Donnel S

Sully: Hey, Donny. You up for another story session?

Donnel: Well, sure, but... Do ya really wanna hear more'a me flappin' my
gums?
Ain't I keepin' ya from other things? ...From other people?

Sully: You aren't keeping me from a damn thing. Look, if you're tired of our
little chats, just say so.

Donnel: It ain't like that at all, Sully! Heck, I like talkin' to you more'n
about anything.

Sully: Then get to it! I'm always interested in what you have to say.

Donnel: Oh gosh! Is she sayin'... Wait, she ain't sayin' she's INTERESTED
interested, right?

Sully: Er, Donny? You're mumbling like a madman again.

Donnel: But she ain't said she AIN'T either... Hmm, but no...

Sully: Hey! Mumbles! If you've got something to say, then out with it!

Donnel: Gah, fine! Here! Take it!

Sully: ...Is this a ring?

Donnel: Oh gosh, Sully! Marry me, please!

Sully: .....

Donnel: Aw, heck. This ain't how I wanted it to go, but I was fixin' to burst
if I didn't ask ya! I told ya my whole life's story, the good and the bad,
and ya listened to it all. I knows yer a knight and a beautiful lady and I'm
just a grubby ol' pig farmer. But ya listened, and ya cared, and darn it all
if that don't make me love ya.

Sully: Pig farming's not so grubby.

Donnel: Ya wouldn't say that after muckin' stalls for ten years.

Sully: But it's honest. I know the work is hard, your village is poor, and
times are lean... But I'd take the smelliest sty over the festering rot you
find in court society. There's a beauty to farm life. That much is clear,
listening to your stories. And I think I might like to give it a try.

Donnel: Then... Will ya...?

Sully: Yes, Donny. Once this war is over, I'll experience farm life,
firsthand.

Donnel: Yee-haw! I feel like I'm dreamin'! Someone pinch ol' Donny!
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A2. Ricken C

Ricken: Well, I think that should do it. Wait, is this even the right page?
Er, Sully? You should probably stand back. This might explode.

Sully: Whoa, check out all the vials! What are you cooking up?

Ricken: Medicine.

Sully: You must have one hell of a cold.

Ricken: Not that kind of medicine. This is a potion to hasten the rate of an
organism's growth.

Sully: There's medicine for that? Huh. So, uh, what are you using it on?

Ricken: Me.

Sully: Is that safe?

Ricken: ...Er, completely?

Sully: Are you asking me, or telling me? Look, why do you even need something
like that anyway?

Ricken: I'm tired of being dead weight. I need to grow up in a hurry!

Sully: Ha! Growing up isn't about size, and it sure as hell ain't about age.
Not to mention how awkward things would get if you were suddenly 40...

Ricken: I guess, but...

Sully: Look, you think I got strong with potions and weird magic? It took
time and effort. You'll grow just fine without dabbling in the exotic arts.

Ricken: Thanks, Sully. I guess I'll pour this out.

Sully: Just keep it away from me.

Ricken: It's meant to be used on plants, anyway. Heh. What if I'd grown
leaves?

Sully: Pour the damn thing out already!
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Ricken B

Ricken: Ooh, Sully! I just read about a crazy new potion!

Sully: I thought I told you to quit messing around with that stuff! ...Yeah,
okay, I'll bite. What's it do?

Ricken: It turns a woman into a man!

Sully: And you came running to me with this why?

Ricken: Well, I figured you'd be the first in line.

Sully: If anyone else had said that to me, I'd make them eat their own guts.
Look, Ricken. I'm fine as I am. I'm not looking to switch sides.

Ricken: But I heard you say before you hated not being taken seriously
because you're a girl.

Sully: Right, but the problem isn't me. It's that other folks are small
minded. It's a stupid way to think, and I aim to prove it. I'll outfight
every man on the field, but there's no point if I don't do it as me.
Understand, Ricken?

Ricken: Wow, Sully. I wish I could think like you. I'd rather be anything
besides myself. Anyway... Sorry. I didn't mean any offense.

Sully: No worries. I know you meant well, even if you came across like a
dolt.

Ricken: Ha ha ha! Yeah, I know.
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Ricken A

Sully: What sort of recipe are you looking up this time, Ricken? Chrom isn't
going to turn into a slug or something, is he?

Ricken: Ha ha! No, this is just my journal. I'm through making weird potions,
so you can stop worrying.

Sully: Har! So you mean I won't get to see you sprout leaves?

Ricken: Okay, enough! I get it! Potions are a tool, not an answer.

Sully: Hey, that's pretty good. You're starting to sound all grown up.
..Wait, have you gotten taller?

Ricken: Er, I dunno. I don't really see myself, you know?

Sully: Come here... Yup. You've definitely grown an inch or so. At this rate,
you'll be taller than me soon.

Ricken: YESSS! ...Er, I mean, height isn't as important as keeping people
safe in the field.

Sully: Har! Nice save!
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Ricken S

Sully: Thanks for the support out there, Ricken. That could have gotten ugly.

Ricken: Glad to help!

Sully: You've become a real powerhouse. You're every bit a full-fledged
Shepherd. I feel like I could take on anything with you at my back.

Ricken: ...I'd rather be at your side than at your back.

Sully: My... side?

Ricken: I mean, as an equal! I mean, not while we're fighting. I mean...
Here.

Sully: This is a ring, Ricken.

Ricken: You said I was a full-fledged Shepherd? Well, I'm also a full-fledged
man. I love you, Sully. Marry me!

Sully: That is really damn direct, you know that? But I suppose that's one
thing I appreciate about you.

Ricken: R-really?

Sully: I like you Ricken, but more importantly, I trust you. And that's
exactly what I need from the man by my side.

Ricken: You mean it? ...YESSS!
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A2. Gaius C

Sully: Hey, hold up. I want a word with you, Chuckles.

Gaius: Meeeeeee?

Sully: Didn't I see you near my tent this morning? Kicking the pegs and
lifting the tarp?

Gaius: Oh, was that your tent? Yeah, I was admiring the handiwork. I always
appreciate well-made canvas.

Sully: So listen. I'm missing a gemstone from my baggage. Now I want you to
close your eyes and think very, VERY hard. Did you see any dodgy characters
skulking around the area? Thieves or the like?

Gaius: Hmm...Nope, can't say I did. But if I had, rest assured I'd introduce
them to the sharp end of my dagger.

Sully: All right. But if you DO see something, you'll let me know.
..Right?Aaaaaanything at all. Aaaaaanyone suspicious.

Gaius: Yes, of course I will. ......

Sully: Something wrong, Chuckles? You look like you just swallowed a lime.

Gaius: You know--and I really hate to say this--but I'm starting to think you
suspect... me.

Sully: You damn well better not be accusing me of mistrusting a fellow
Shepherd!

Gaius: Whoa, hold on! I was just thinking out loud! Put the sword away, if
you please. It's not a completely unreasonable assumption given my...
profession.
(Gaius leaves)

Sully: If a thief doesn't want to be suspected, he should stop skulking
around like a thief...
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Gaius B

Sully: Hey, Chuckles. I've been looking for you.

Gaius: Hello, Sully. Slap anyone upside the head lately?

Sully: Not yet, but the day is still young. So, um, I found my missing jewel.
It turned up in a magpie's nest. Stupid thing must have flown into my tent
and taken the first shiny bit it saw.

Gaius: Well, I'm glad that case is all tied up with a big bow.

Sully: So, listen. I owe you an apology. I left the tent flap open after all.
And the first thing I did was come looking for you. Anyway... sorry.

Gaius: All water under the bridge. And, uh... Well, maybe I was wrong to take
umbrage at your questions. I mean, I AM a thief. Taking things is kind of in
the job description.

Sully: I've always prided myself on judging people fairly and without
prejudice. But as soon as I saw my gem was missing, you were the first person
I thought of.

Gaius: Well, it's not like Chrom or Lissa would be ransacking your things,
now is it? Suspicion and a lack of honor are just all part of the thieving
game.

Sully: "Honor is of the body; hone the body, and honor shall grow strong."

Gaius: I'm sorry, what was that?

Sully: It's a portion of the knight's code. The one I strive to follow every
day. Basically, if you work your butt off, you can train both body and honor.
So if your worried about honor, don't be. I'll train the shiftiness right out
of you.

Gaius: I don't know. Exercise is more of a knight thing. We thieves need our
downtime.

Sully: You'll have plenty of downtime in the grave, Chuckles. We start
tomorrow. At dawn. In the training yard. Oh, and maybe bring a bucket or
something to puke in.

Gaius: Oh dear.
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Gaius A

Sully: I told you to drop and give me 50, maggot, but it looks like you just
dropped!

Gaius: *Pant, pant* Can't... we... take... a break? I'm feeling... dizzy.
Wine. I need... wine and bread. And some... cheese...

Sully: What's that, maggot? I can't heeear you! Now get up. Warm-ups are
finished-- it's time to start training for real!

Gaius: Oh, for the love of all that's holy! Please, have mercy... Urk... A-
all right. I'm up. Wobbling, but up. What's... next?

Sully: Good, Gaius. Very good.

Gaius: Wh-what?

Sully: I pushed you as hard as I knew how, but you still haven't given up.
Everyone else who attempted my training had run home to Mommy at this point.

Gaius: If I knew running away was an option, I would have fled long ago.

Sully: Heh. You're just saying that. I can see in your eyes that you're ready
for more!

Gaius: The only thing I'm ready for is death's sweet embrace... Although now
that I have my breath back, perhaps I could do another round. Truth be told,
this exercise has a way of lifting a man's spirit's.

Sully: Oh? Do they need lifting?

Gaius: I often brood about my misspent youth, when I was but a mere bandit.
Mayhap there is something to this "good for the body, good for the soul"
flapdoodle. Though more likely, I'm just too tired to think clearly.

Sully: Or maybe my training is actually taking effect. This is great, Gaius.
Look how much you're learning! Tomorrow we meet an hour before dawn-- we have
a lot to get through.

Gaius: Argh. Please tell me that today was not just a primer for the horror
to come... (I can't believe I'm actually starting to enjoy this madwoman's
company.)

Sully: Stop mumbling, maggot! You've still got 23 laps to go!

Gaius: Right!
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Gaius S

Gaius: *Gasp* *pant* W-well, Sully...? Can we... call it a day...?

Sully: What...*pant* ...are you talking about... We're... just getting
starting...

Gaius: Except... you're sounding... a wee bit... pooped yourself... *pant*

Sully: No, you're...*wheeze* ...imagining it...

Gaius: *Cough, cough* Ungh... This is... ridiculous... wh-why can't I
breathe...?
Sully... I've... got something... important to ask you... but...

Sully: Important...? Like... what?

Gaius: Th-the thing is... I can't ask while we're... wheezing like a pair of
asthmatic bellows.

Sully: I-it's okay... I always... *gasp* important conversations... like
this.

Gaius: If... if you insist... Here... this is *pant* for you... Sorry...
Can't lift it...

Sully: It's... a ring?

Gaius: *Gasp* Yeah...  I want you to... marry me...

Sully: What? Wh-why... me...?

Gaius: B-being... with you... *wheeze* gives me strength... to face... the
horrible past... Long explanation... More complicated... Can't... get into
it... now...

Sully: *Wheeze*

Gaius: *Pant* I know... this is... out of the blue and all, but...

Sully: I... accept.

Gaius: Eh? *cough* *splutter* Y-you do?

Sully: You're... the first... to survive my training... this far. I think...
there's no limit... to how far we can... *pant* go together...

Gaius: S-sorry about... the proposal... Wanted... candles... and harp
music...

Sully: N-no... it's... it's perfect...*splutter*

Gaius: How... so...?

Sully: N-normally...*pant* things like... pride and shame... tie our
tongues... But... now that... we're at death's door... we can speak... from
the heart.

Gaius: Hah ha-- *gasp* *splutter* You might be... right...

Sully: I know I'm right...

Gaius: I... I think I'm... starting to get my breath back.

Sully: Whew...Yeah, so am I. ...... Soooooo...

Gaius: Yeaaaah...

Sully: Ready for another 10 laps?

Gaius: Sounds great!
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A2. Gregor C

Sully: Hey, Gregor.

Gregor: Is sad times when youngsters address elders without proper title!
Sully should be calling Gregor "sir"! He is old, yes? Is only polite.

Sully: Whatever. Listen, I hear you have a fighting style that's fearsomely
effective. That true?

Gregor: Many brave men will testify to Gregor's skill with blade. Is too bad
all are being dead! Ho ho ho! Oh, Gregor love that joke.

Sully: Great. Then what say you and I have a duel?

Gregor: Mmm... What you pay Gregor?

Sully: You want to be paid for fencing practice? We're allies, you old coot.
You should be helping me for free!

Gregor: Gregor is sellsword who swings swell sword! Dinner must get on table
somehow, no?

Sully: I'll put you on the table, old man! ..... Never mind. Fine. But if I
pay you, I get to set some conditions.

Gregor: Conditions?

Sully: You say you're a top fighter, but how do I really know that? You might
curl into a ball at the first sign of trouble, and then I'm out of good coin!
So here's the deal: I only pay if you manage to teach me something new.

Gregor: Beautiful lady is driving for hard bargain. She is craving coin-back
guarantee! But Gregor accepts, so long as he sets condition of his own...
Loser must obey one request from winner! Even if humiliating! We have deal,
yes? Or are you like the cat who is scared?

Sully: Deal. I'm tired of men like you underestimating women like me!

Gregor: Oy, but you are wrong... Gregor underestimates no one. Especially not
muscle-bound lady with great chip on shoulder.

Sully: Then this should be interesting.
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Gregor B

Sully: Hello, Gregor.

Gregor: .....

Sully: Oh, for the love of... Hello, "Sir Gregor."

Gregor: Oh, hello, Sully. Gregor not seeing you there.

Sully: I want another duel with you. A serious one. No holds barred! I've
been training hard since our last skirmish, and I think I'm ready.

Gregor: Training hard? Is sounding like bad news for Gregor!

Sully: We spent so much time arguing over terms the other day that I lost the
damn fight. Then you were suppose to come up with a humiliating punishment,
but you didn't. Just making me call you "sir" isn't enough motivation. I need
more! So come ! Get off your butt and duel me for your honor!

Gregor: Oy, we are having place to ourselves, yes? Why speak of fighting and
honor? Gregor thinks this is good time to whisper sweet nothings into ears.
But, if talking with swords is better, okay. Kiss of steel is also sweet
sound to Gregor. But when you lose, Gregor make you do very, very, very
humiliating something.

Sully: Let's go!
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Gregor A

Sully: Gregor.

Gregor: Oy, Sullykins.

Sully: Stop calling me that.

Gregor: Ho ho! You no like name Sullykins? But name suits you. Very ladylike.

Sully: There's nothing ladylike about it, you flea-ridden old goat!

Gregor: You wound Gregor. When comrades fight together, they give pet name,
yes? Is sign of friendship and respect, yes? "Hail, Sullykins, brave and
faithful ally!" Come, Gregor and Sullykins are friends. No need to make with
the blushings.

Sully: I'm not... blushing.

Gregor: But newfangled name is not only reason Sullykins is embarrassed! You
know real reason, yes? Sully secretly in love with Gregor!

Sully: You say that again, and I'll shove my sword so-

Gregor: Ho ho ho! Gregor likes women with steam-filled head! Maybe he teases
you more.

Sully: And maybe I'll turn you into a doormat!

Gregor: Oy, Sullykins. You draw your sword and challenge Gregor to do battle?

Sully: You have insulted me and my honor for the last damn time!

Gregor: And if Sully loses? Then what?

Sully: Then that life and honor are your to do with as you will.

Gregor: Gregor accepts terms from Sullykins! Is ready when she is...
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Gregor S

Sully: Gregor? I wanted to ask you something about our duel last week.

Gregor: If you want to dispute results, Gregor have nothing to say.

Sully: No. I accept that you're better. ...For now, at least. But I can't
accept the punishment you gave me for losing. I lost a duel fair and true,
yet you refuse to claim the damn prize. Now name your terms so we can be done
with this and I can sleep at night!

Gregor: Gregor is no longer interested in competition with woman like you.

Sully: What the hell does that mean?!

Gregor: Gregor fights with you many times. Gregor wins many times. Is enough.

Sully: I already admitted you won! So if you're gonna refuse just because I'm
a woman-

Gregor: Is not because you are woman. Is because you are Sully.

Sully: Oh, so now what does THAT mean?!

Gregor: Gregor cannot fight woman who he is loving so madly. So instead of
beating you with sword, he buys you lovely gift instead.

Sully: ...Is that a ring?

Gregor: Gregor is wanting to marry you, yes?

Sully: I don't understand. ...Why me?

Gregor: Because you are fine woman. Strong and brave and proud! Gregor is
long time admiring Sullykins from afar.

Sully: .....

Gregor: Gregor knows he is old man with many scars and fattened belly. So is
okay if you say no. But do not be saying so because of duels! That, Gregor's
poor heart could not take.

Sully: I wouldn't say no because of that. ...And actually, I wouldn't say no
at all.

Gregor: Wait... Gregor is confused. Is meaning Sully says yes?

Sully: I've learned a lot from you, Gregor. About fencing and swordsmanship,
sure. But also honor and respect. I think we make a pretty damn fine team if
we married.

Gregor: Oh, words of joyfulness! Gregor will do his happy dance!
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A2. Libra C

Libra: Hoofprints? This far out? Hmm... It seems they continue for some
distance.

Sully: Looking for something, Libra? I can help if you want.

Libra: Ah, Sully. You are very kind. And what's more, you've helped already.
For it seems you are responsible for the far-ranging hoofprints.

Sully: You mean my HORSE is responsible right? Anyway, sounds like you've got
time on your hands. Mind if we talk for a bit?

Libra: I'm afraid I haven't much of interest to say, but I'more than happy to
listen.

Sully: With all the newcomers we're taking on, the camp's gotten pretty busy.
It's hard to get any privacy, huh? I imagine it must be doubly hard for a
woman like you.

Libra: ...... I'm a man.

Sully: Oh. Right. ER, yeah. Of course. Well, this is pretty damn awkward.

Libra: Please. It's not an unfamiliar situation for me. Though I must say,
your question is somewhat perplexing. Aren't you capable of supplying a
woman's perspective yourself.?

Sully: Well, yeah, sure. But...you know. I'm not exactly GIRLY. ...Gods, that
came out wrong. ER, look. I'll just ask someone else. Thanks for your time,
though!

Libra: Of Course.
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Libra B

Sully: Do you have a moment, Libra?

Libra: Yes, of course. What is it?

Sully: Look, I'm sorry as hell that-

Libra: Is this about the other day? Please, Sully. You already-

Sully: Er, no. I'm actually apologizing in advance for what I'm about to ask.

Libra: That's... ominous.

Sully: I really hope you won't take this the wrong way, but I wanted to
know... How do you feel about looking so... pretty? I mean... lady pretty?

Libra: Oh. That is... not what I was expecting you to ask. But, well... I
don't know that I feel much about it one way or the other. There isn't much I
can do about the way I look, after all. Yes, being mistaken for a woman can
pose some minor difficulties. Especially in bath houses. Or taverns. Or, um,
anywhere, actually. But why do you ask?

Sully: Well, see, I'm not exactly the girly type, you know? I ask people to
treat me the same as a man, and I don't let anything limit me as a knight.
But talking to you the other got me thinking that... I don't know. Maybe it's
just time I accepted myself more for who and what I am.

Libra: I fear I make a poor model for this question, Sully. You'd be better
served by any number of others in our camp.

Sully: What makes you say that?

Libra: A man of the cloth should be a beacon of hope. A light in the
darkness. He ought never let his smile falter, nor forget to treat all with
warmth and respect. At the very least, that is the sort of man I aspire to
be.

Sully: That's exactly the sort of man you ARE, Libra.

Libra: So you say. And yet, I cannot help but feel I'm merely skilled at
playing such a figure. I worry that my entire person is an act. A hollow
shell.

Sully: Libra...

Libra: I apologize. It was not my intent to burden you with my idle
ramblings. Pray, forget it.
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Libra A

Sully: Do you have a dream, Libra? Any grand goal in life?

Libra: Hmm... I suppose it would be to see the world at peace once more.

Sully: Har! I figured you'd say something along those lines. You know, it's
okay to want something for yourself once in a while.

Libra: To see happiness in others brings me equal amounts of joy.

Sully: Yeah, I'm sure that's true. But sometimes you still have to think of
JUST you. It's like you're actively trying to deny yourself pleasure or
happiness. I just wonder why sometimes, is all.

Libra: I wonder why it is you would trouble yourself so over a humble man
like me.

Sully: Maybe I'm just a nosy jerk. Ever think of that? Or maybe... WEll, I
dunno. I just like you, I guess.

Libra: Oh?

Sully: It's like you and me are kindred spirits in a way. The tomboy to end </pre><pre id="faqspan-4">
all tomboys, and the most beautiful man in the land!

Libra: Heh. Opposites though we are, we share quite a bit. I feel a closeness
to you as well.

Sully: So what do you say? You and me, partners for the long haul?

Libra: I would be honored.
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Libra S

Libra: Might I have a moment?

Sully: Uh, Libra! S-sure! What's up?

Libra: Are you feeling well? You look flustered.

Sully: Oh, I'm fine. I just remembered what I said the other day. I guess I'm
kind of embarrassed. To listen to me run my mouth off, you'd think I was
professing my love.

Libra: ...Then you weren't?

Sully: Of course not!

Libra: Well, it appears to be my turn to feel ashamed. I fear I mistook your
words. How vain I must have been to go so far as to procuse this...

Sully: Oh, damn. You got me a ring.

Libra: I am terribly sorry. I was so thrilled to hear we saw one another as
kindred spirits, and I just... I'll dispose of this. Please think no more of
it.

Sully: W-wait! It'd be a shame to waste it! I mean, it's so... Um... I
accept, Libra.

Libra: This is not the sort of item I would have you accept out of pity. For
a thing so small, it bears more weight than I would trouble anyone to bear.

Sully: Well, I'm pretty good at lifting heavy stuff.

Libra: But...

Sully: I'm not doing this out of pity, you damn fool! I'm doing it because I
like you. ...And I want to live my life with you.

Libra: Then I will give it gladly!
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A2. Henry C

Sully: Hey, Henry.

Henry: Hi, Sully! Need something?

Sully: Just wanted to chat, if you have a second. I'm still not completely
sure how we wound up with a Plegian mage in our camp. Er, but don't get me
wrong! I'm happy you're slinging spells from our side.

Henry: Happy to help! Just point me at the enemy, and I'll curse 'em to gooey
bits. Pchew pchew pchew! Nya ha ha!

Sully: ...Right. You specialize in that dark-magic stuff, don't you? So,
what's the deal? Can you really take an enemy out with just a curse?

Henry: Yep! Sure can. Just takes a liiittle bit of time and planning. What
about you? Ever curse anybody?

Sully: A knight is honor bound to face her enemy in fair and honest combat.
I would never resort to such dirty, underhanded means! Hmm... But the enemy
might... Say, Henry? I got a favor to ask. I need you to slap a curse on me
sometime. No big deal, whatever's easiest.

Henry: Absolutely! I'll need a pound of flesh, seven fingernails, and your
left kidney. Nya ha ha! I jest. A single hair will do just fine.

Sully: *Pluck* Here ya go.

Henry: Yay! I'll start working on this little guy so we can get you all
cursed up.

Sully: You're awfully sunny for a dark mage.
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Henry B

Sully: Mnnngh... Ch-chest... burning! F-fever... rising! C-can't... breathe!

Henry: Oh! Oh, oh, oh. It looks like sooomeone got cursed! Yaaay!

Sully: Hngh... H-Henry?

Henry: Nya ha ha! One tailor-made curse, just as requested. I finally got one
to take. And it was no easy task, you big overachiever, you!

Sully: C-call it off... P-please...

Henry: What, already?

Sully: Grkk... HURRY!

Henry: You got it. *Mumble, mumble* *hiss* ...All done!

Sully: *Cough* Whew... It felt like I was dying.

Henry: That's 'cause you WERE! ...You totally still had five or six solid
minutes left, though.

Sully: The curse was fatal?!

Henry: Well, it wasn't going to be at first, but it turns out you've got
buckets of willpower. Like I said, none of the little ones took. So I had to
bump the stakes up a teensy bit. Hope ya don't mind!

Sully: You're crazy! But I'm even crazier for having asked for the damn
thing...
So wait a second. What do you mean about the first curses not taking? Does
that have to do with strength or willpower or something?

Henry: Yep yep! That's it, all right. I can curse till I'm blue in the face,
but if their will's stronger than mine? Pbbt.

Sully: Which means that you were eventually able to overcome my will...
Thanks, Henry. I think I've got more training to do than I thought.

Henry: Aw, don't fret! You're the toughest nut I ever cracked, and I've
cracked a lot. Hey, you wanna go again? I've got the cutest little death
altar all set up...

Sully: I'll let you know.
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Henry A

Sully: Hyaaa! ...HAH!

Henry: *Grunt* Yeow!

Sully: Oh, crap! Henry! Sorry about that! I didn't mean to hit you! Are you
hurt? I didn't see you there.

Henry: Aw, shucks. Just a little elbow to the face! No harm done. No sense
crying over a bloody nose. Nya ha ha! ...Ooh, blood.

Sully: You know, I can't remember seeing you get upset. Not even a little.

Henry: I can't remember BEING upset. folks here are so nice, and even bad
guys are pretty great when they splatter. When life gives ya lemons, use 'em
to ward off scurvy. That's what I say!

Sully: No anger, no frustration, an unusually upbeat attitude... I'm starting
to see how you beat me in the willpower department. I've got all kinds of
anger and frustration flying around. It's tough to keep 'em in check.

Henry: Aw, you're going to make me blush. I'm nothing special.

Sully: I think it's your humility that I envy the most, actually. I feel like
I'm always in a desperate struggle against my own pride.

Henry: Yeah, but you're a knight, right? You kind of HAVE to be prideful.
You've got goals and focus and honor and stuff. Can't have that without
pride.
I think that's super great, myself! I've never had anything like that.

Sully: ...Heh. Thanks, Henry.
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Henry S

Sully: Grrrah! ...YAH!

Henry: Training again? I'll keep my distance this time.

Sully: I've got a long ways to go if I hope to stave off your curses.

Henry: Does building an iron body make your will stronger too?

Sully: Ability honed through training gives me confidence, which in turn
grants willpower. At least, that's the plan.

Henry: Sounds like a good one to me!

Sully: You know, I was really shaken up when you were able to curse me. At
first I thought I was just bitter, but I'm not sure anymore. I think there's
another reason you always overwhelm me...

Henry: Nya ha ha! Guess you better do with a few more reps then, huh?

Sully: Ha! An iron will won't help with this.

Henry: Aw, Sully. You're getting all mushy on me, aren't you?

Sully: No, it's just... Well, yes, actually. Kind of. Look, you're always
cheerful and confident, and that appeals to me. All right?

Henry: Oh, wow! That's great. Because I think you're pretty special too. So
is now a good time to skip on down to the market for a ring?

Sully: ......

Henry: Hey, tomorrow works if that's better. Wait, did I say something wrong?

Sully: Is there NOTHING that can faze you? I just proposed, and you didn't
even flinch. I'll just have to train harder than I thought if I want to get
the drop on you.

Henry: The fighting kind of training, or the loooooove kind?

Sully: Oh, your eyes are gonna bug out when you see what I've got planned.

Henry: Really? I made a pegasus knight's eyes do that once. I drew pictures!
Wanna see?
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Miriel!

A3. Frederick C

Soldier: Hiyuuurgh!

Frederick: HMPH!

Soldier: Gah! H-how did you block that?!

Frederick: You are not using your strength wisely. Too much wasted movement.
Go and practice what I taught you.

Soldier: Sir! Thank you, sir!

Frederick: Ah...

Miriel: Frederick.

Frederick: Miriel. What brings you here?

Miriel: Fascinating... I was convinced that young lad had you dead to rights.
But when his blow was about to land, you parried with the merest flick of
your arm. Such a feat would seem to defy all natural laws. What is your
secret? To what forbidden dark arts are you privy?

Frederick: If you saw my arm move, then your eye is sharper than most. When
my master-at-arms first showed me the technique, I did not see as much.

Miriel: A woman of science is first and foremost an observer.

Frederick: Ah! And a keen eye is a fine weapon. But I don't think you came
here to discuss swordplay.

Miriel: On that count, you were wrong. I want you to teach me that move.

Frederick: It is no easy trick to learn.

Miriel: I am a patient woman.

Frederick: Very well. Shall we begin?
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Frederick B

Frederick: Hold the lance motionless, as a heron hunting a fish. The tip
cannot waver.

Miriel: ...Yes.

Frederick: HYAAR!

Miriel: Ah!

Frederick: Good. The lance did not move at all. You have a steady hand and
strong nerve.

Miriel: You moved so fast I had no time to react. I would have thought that
impossible. ...And look! You cleaved the lance in twain with naught but a
blunt wooden staff. Yet my hands felt no impact. It's as if the lance split
of its own accord.

Frederick: 'Tis the result of many factors: speed, muscle control, and the
flow of power. These same skills allowed me to throw that young soldier
earlier.

Miriel: How can you possibly compute all those factors in such a short time?

Frederick: A soldier does not... compute. A soldier acts on instinct and
training.

Miriel: Instinct? But man is a rational animal, gifted with a keen mind.

Frederick: Minds are a hindrance in the brief moment between life and death.
Yes, you use intelligence before a battle and during training... But in
combat, you must let instinct rule. You must learn how to FEEL!

Miriel: This is a most remarkable ability.

Frederick: With hard work and training, anyone can do the same.

Miriel: Even I?

Frederick: Of course! A keen observer such as yourself will learn faster than
most. I might even wager that you are better equipped than I for such things.

Miriel: That is most encouraging.

Frederick: I have some special exercises that may help you develop your
instincts. Perhaps you would allow me to show you. ...That is, if you are
free.

Miriel: I am always free for the pursuit of knowledge.
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Frederick A

Miriel: Frederick, are you certain I need to continue this training?

Frederick: Does some aspect of it concern you?

Miriel: To be honest, I'm coming to doubt the efficacy of your methods. I've
collected flowers, fished in the river and been chased by a bee. Shall we
paint with our fingers next? Or perhaps bake pies crafted from loam?

Frederick: Of course not! Our next lesson involves spending the night around
a campfire. Doing so will nurture your instincts by exposing you to different
stimuli.

Miriel: I believe I've experienced quite enough stimuli already. Surely I'm
in touch with my instinctive side by now?

Frederick: You don't want to do the campfire? But I was so looking forward to
it... I even collected crowberries and honeycombs for roasting.

Miriel: I believe I'm ready for more advanced studies. I ken now how you
performed that trick, and I'm more instinctive as well. My current problem,
however, is one of detachment.

Frederick: I'm not entirely sure I understand, milady.

Miriel: I have been fighting alongside Chrom for some time now. And I
consider my fellow Shepherds to be most stalwart comrades. But even after all
our shared hardships, I don't feel true friendship. I want to experience this
connection, Frederick. ...Specifically, with you. If what you say is true,
feelings of friendship will make me stronger in battle.

Frederick: W-well, if you think it would help... Er, of course. I'd happily
be your friend.

Miriel: Thank you, Frederick
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Frederick S

Frederick: Miriel? How go your observations on the nature of friendship?

Miriel: Well enough, I suppose. But there has been an unexpected obstacle.

Frederick: Do tell.

Miriel: My heightened feelings have created an emotion akin to avarice.
Increasingly, I wish you to spend all your time with me and no other. Indeed,
when I see you with certain people, I grow almost... enraged. Tell me: Is
this a normal reaction when friendship blossoms between two people?

Frederick: I see... Miriel, do these feelings of "avarice" occur when I speak
to a man?

Miriel: ...Interesting. They do not.

Frederick: But what if I speak to a woman?

Miriel: I wish to pull out her hair in the manner of an angry cat.

Frederick: Oh. Well, I'm afraid this might be a symptom of something quite
serious.

Miriel: And yet you are smiling. Why?

Frederick: Because, my good lady, I have just the medicine to cure what ails
you.

Miriel: A ring? What manner of talisman is this? I pray I'm not meant to
swallow it.

Frederick: No. You place it on your finger.

Miriel: This treatment is oddly similar to a marriage ritual I once read
about.

Frederick: As always, your keen eyes miss nothing. ...I am proposing to you.

Miriel: Fascinating... I suppose I must assess my feelings before giving you
an answer?

Frederick: Er, that is... customary, yes. But unless I'm mistaken, I think
you have strong feelings for me. Friendship between men and women often turns
to love. And when love blooms, so does its wicked twin. Jealousy.

Miriel: ...Jealousy.

Frederick: I know this because I suffer from the same curse! Seeing you in
conversation with other men is like a dagger in my heart.

Miriel: And this ring is the only cure?

Frederick: The only cure I'm willing to try.

Miriel: I see... I... I do believe I love you, Frederick...

Frederick: If you were to marry me, Miriel, I promise to give you joy every
day of your life.

Miriel: Then marry you I shall!
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A3. Virion C

Miriel: Virion.

Virion: Ah, my sweet... Er, Miriel, is it? How can I be of service?

Miriel: I wonder if I might ask you a favor.

Virion: For you, milady. I would gladly walk to the ends of the earth over
hot coals and-

Miriel: I am studying prognostication, and need you to further explain the
art.

Virion: You mean fortune-telling? Well, color me surprised! I assumed someone
of your intellectual bent had little time for superstitions.

Miriel: Within the camp, your fortunes have a reputation for being especially
accurate. Even if they are mere shibboleth, such oracles can inspire hope in
a people. This is a legitimate, and possibly fruitful, area of study.

Virion: Hmm. Well, if you say so. But I must tell you this... There's a lot
more to fortune-telling than staring at entrails or poking at tea leaves!
Please, my dear, I urge you reconsider the request. The path is long and
difficult, and I do not wish to subject you to such an ordeal.

Miriel: You claimed you would stride across hot coals for me. Was that a
falsehood?

Virion: Not a falsehood, no! More of a... er... rhetorical flourish!

Miriel: So you are refusing my request? How fascinating. I thought my
femininity sufficient to ensnare your cooperation. Well then. If you will not
proffer aid, would you at least tell my fortune?

Virion: Now THAT, milady, is more easily done! To be honest, I'm more than a
little flattered that you're interested.

Miriel: Excellent!

Virion: Now, let's see what tomorrow has in store for you...

Miriel: Must you hold my palm while you work? I would very much like to take
notes.

Virion: Hmmm... hmm. Aah... Yes, yes. I see... WATER! Buckets of it! You
are... drenched... Be careful... Something valuable... Damaged by water...

Miriel: Water is vague. You must be more specific. Do you refer to a nearby
lake or stream? Perhaps rain? Condensation? A fogbank? Though in gaseous
form, fog is actually-

Virion: Milady, please! A fortune is not a textbook! I saw water! That is
all. Where it came from, I cannot say.

Miriel: Such answers would be laughed out of any credible journal. But no
matter. We shall see tomorrow if your augury bears fruit.
(Miriel leaves)

Virion: So we will, milady. So we will...
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Virion B

Miriel: Hello, Virion. I've prepared a full report on our earlier experiment.

Virion: ...Experiment? Are you talking about my fortune-telling? The one
where I told to beware of water?

Miriel: Yes. And contrary to my initial hypothesis, your prediction was most
accurate. I was caught in a sudden cloudburst and became soaked to the skin.

Virion: You don't say? That's amazing! Fantastic! Ha ha!

Miriel: I beg your pardon?

Virion: We, what I mean to say is... I trust you were all right?

Miriel: It was fortunate that I'd left my books back in my tent. The squall's
fury would have reduced them to illegible wads of pulp.

Virion: Ah, if only I was there to protect you from the tempest with my
cloak!

Miriel: You have further piqued my interest in this esoterica. Will you not
teach me even the basics of your art? I cannot hope to study what I do not
comprehend on a base level.

Virion: Ah, my sweet Miriel. On this alone must refuse you!

Miriel: A shame. Peer review is an important tenant of any scientific
endeavor.

Virion: Er, yes! So then! Anyway! ...If that's everything?

Miriel: I am finished here, yes. Now I must speak with Chrom about your gift
of forewarning. The battlefield applications of such a talent are numerous.
We could anticipate ambushes, find weak points, avoid tactical errors...

Virion: N-no! Miriel, I must draw the line!

Miriel: I do not understand.

Virion: Er, well... I can't really say, exactly.

Miriel: But with prescience, the outcome of any battle would no longer be
subject to-

Virion: STOP! *Ahem* Very well, very well... ...Listen, how about this?

Miriel: Yes?

Virion: I'll teach you how to tell fortunes, but you must promise not to go
to Chrom.

Miriel: ...I find you proposition acceptable.

Virion: And it will take time before we can start. I must prepare... lesson
plans, and, uh, so on. So let me get ready, and we'll start the next time we
meet. Agreed?

Miriel: Agreed.
(Miriel leaves)

Virion: Good heavens, that was close. But NOW what do I do?
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Virion A

Miriel: Ah, Virion. THERE you are.

Virion: Eeek! I must beat a retreat! Virion, AWAY!

Miriel: Not so fast!

Virion: M-mliady! You're... gripping my arm... so very... hard! Owww...

Miriel: If I don't restrict you, you will simply run away again. Now then. Do
you recall a promise to teaching me fortune-telling?

Virion: Erm, let me see... You know, I'm not sure I do...

Miriel: I have not seen you since we forged our earlier understanding. You
take meals in your tent and practice archery in the dead of night. I can only
theorize from this behavior that you are attempting to avoid me.

Virion: No! Of course not! I've just been... busy. Busy, busy bee! Buzz buzz!
I scoff at the mere SUGGESTION that I might try to avoid you, milady.

Miriel: Your answer is less than plausible. But regardless, here you are. You
will teach me what I want to know, or I will go to Chrom. You've had ample
time to prepare a standard lesson plan.

Virion: M-milady is nothing if not incredibly, frustratingly persistent...
But are you sure about this? You may be... disappointed with what you
discover.

Miriel: What do you mean?

Virion: Well, it's only that... You see... Fortune-telling has nothing to do
with seeing the future. It's about seeing the emotions of the questioner, and
manipulating them.

Miriel: Fascinating. Please, tell me more.

Virion: Let me think... How can I put it? It's like an exercise in
persuasion. I simply tell the person something that is likely to happen, yes?
And then I convince them it is an omen meant only for them!

Miriel: And you choose a vague, common event, such as any interaction with
water. That way, when it occurs, the person will establish a link back to
your augury. They are so preoccupied with seeing their experiences as
special, they never notice. I see... So when you told my fortune, in a way
you were merely appealing to my ego.

Virion: People will believe the moon is made of cheese if you just turn their
heads right. Really, that's all there is to it. ...I hope you're no too
disappointed?

Miriel: Not at all. On the contrary, in fact.

Virion: Oh?

Miriel: Though my scientific mind had doubt, a small part in me believed your
claims. You clearly have great insight into the human psyche.

Virion: Er, well...

Miriel: This opens up a whole new field of very promising study. You must
teach me everything you know. Verbal tricks, persuasive skills, all of it. I
will record your findings and study them at length later.

Virion: A-all right. I'll do it. Just s-stop... gripping... my arm!
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Virion S

Miriel: Virion? Your last fortune did not come to pass as you said it would.
Either your skills have become dulled, or you are losing the gift of
persuasion.

Virion: Though it pains me to disagree with milady, I believe the fortune was
accurate.

Miriel: I subjected your prediction to rigorous scientific analysis. No such
event occurred.

Virion: Are you quite sure?

Miriel: You said, and I quote... "You will meet a charming rogue who is madly
in love with you." The specificity of the prediction is what made it so
unusual. Previously, your portents were of ordinary events dressed up in
mysterious language.

Virion: Yes, true. But this particular prognostication is special.

Miriel: In what way?

Virion: As you say, my fortunes are spun with words intended to provoke
emotion. Like a puppeteer, I pull on heartstrings and make them dance to my
tune.

Miriel: A crude comparison, but do continue...

Virion: Sometimes the person resists, and words are not enough. Then deeds
must accompany the words to lend them weight and conviction.

Miriel: And to what manner of deed are you referring?

Virion: Well, take this, for example.

Miriel: That is a ring.

Virion: I bought it a little while ago with the intention of presenting it...
to you. I hope you will accept it?

Miriel: ...I see. The fortune you spoke earlier was in reference to this very
moment.

Virion: Yes. I confess it was all part of an elaborate stratagem. I wanted
there to be no doubt in your mind of my intentions. For I love you, Miriel! I
cannot abide one more day without you at my side!

Miriel: ...Fascinating.

Virion: Please, my lovely, answer me true... Will you marry me, sweet Miriel?

Miriel: Your argument of wedlock lacks even the most basic of persuasive
elements. ...And yet, I find myself oddly enticed...

Virion: I cannot always tell with your manner of speaking... Are you saying
yes?

Miriel: I have... feelings for you. True feelings. A most unexpected
development...

Virion: You know what this means, don't you? My fortune was completely
accurate! ...I don't think that's ever happened before.

Miriel: Your causational approach to this problem leaves open many troubling-

Virion: Er, yes! Right! Well, let's hurry off and find a minister then, shall
we?

Miriel: Agreed.
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A3. Stahl C

Stahl: ...Ninety-eight... ninety-nine... one hundred! Phew...

Miriel: Why do you repeat that same motion over and over again?

Stahl: Have you never heard of shadow fencing?

Miriel: I assume it entails performing sword strikes and parries with an
imaginary opponent. Is the point of the exercise pure kinetic stimulation, or
is there more to achieve?

Stahl: Well, by making moves second nature, you can perform better them
better and faster.

Miriel: Interesting. So the goal is to remember the moves in your muscles,
not your mind. I think this process warrants further study. Would you mind
terribly much if I observe?

Stahl: In theory, no. But I've just finished for the day and I'm exhausted...

Miriel: Ah. I see. that is disappointing. ...Most TERRIBLY disappointing.

Stahl: B-but if you really want, I suppose I could run through a few more
drills...

Miriel: I believe two hundred repetitions would be sufficient to establish a
baseline.

Stahl: T-two hundred? Good gods, I don't have the energy for that!

Miriel: ...Most TERRIBLY disappointing.

Stahl: .....

Miriel: Well, I suppose I can find another, more lucrative field of study.
Perhaps I will just... observe this rock. Yes, this should suffice. Hmm...
It's round. And smooth. Wait! ...No, it's still round.

Stahl: ARGH! All right, all right. I'll do it. Just stop making me feel bad.
*Sigh* Here we go. One... two... th-three...

Miriel: Excellent.
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Stahl B

Stahl: H-here's... the finish line... at last... *pant, pant* *wheeze*

Miriel: Hmm... You circumnavigated the camp ten times, and your total time
was... Fascinating!

Stahl: M-Miriel... *pant* Every day... you grow more like a demon... sent to
torture me... Have you observed *wheeze* enough running now? Can I please
stop?

Miriel: I see no harm in taking a short break.

Stahl: Phew... Thank goodness... So... what *pant* did you learn?

Miriel: As you may know, I have been observing everyone's training, and not
just yours. And in every measure of performance, you come out at the exact
median.

Stahl: I do?

Miriel: Be it arm strength, running, stamina, or anything else, you are
perfectly average. If I didn't know better, I'd say that my methodology was
flawed. It's somethin of a scientific miracle that you can be so completely
unoutstanding.

Stahl: Yes, well. That's just the sort of man I am!

Miriel: You are aware of your ordinariness?

Stahl: Yeah, I've always tended to be more or less like everyone else. I do
about the average amount of training everyone else does, but... you know.
Meh.

Miriel: Yet it is remarkable that you are able to precisely hit EVERY
statistical mean. You must allow me to investigate further. And to do that, I
need more data.

Stahl: D-do you mean...?

Miriel: Yes. Your break is over. Ten more laps around the camp, please!

Stahl: She IS a demon!
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Stahl A

Stahl: Ninety-eight... ninety-nine... one hundred! Phew. All done!

Miriel: Fascinating. I've now directly observed the results of you repetition
drills. Compared with the first time I watched you, your movements are
smoother and faster.

Stahl: That's because you keep making me do them over and over again. But I
wager I'm still only as good as half the people in camp, right?

Miriel: Yes. It is a most extraordinary result.

Stahl: Extraordinary? But I've always been Sir Average! Why would that
change?

Miriel: Because in recent days, all of your skills and statistics have
improved dramatically. And yet, you remain in the very center of my graph.
See? At the top of this bell curve.

Stahl: Wait, wait. So while I got better, everyone else ALSO got the exact
amount better?

Miriel: Everyone in the army is aware that you are the most average soldier.
Therefore, when they see you improve, they feel compelled to improve as well.
In this way, they are able to avoid falling below the expected mean.

Stahl: I see... So it's not just a matter of me adapting to everyone around
me... It's about THEM seeing ME and adapting to THAT.  Wow, thanks, Miriel!
I'm way more influential than I ever imagined!

Miriel: I'm simply grateful for the chance to observe such a fascinating
phenomenon. I hope you will allow me to continue my analysis and experiments?

Stahl: Of course! For as long as you like!

Miriel: Excellent.
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Stahl S

Stahl: Aaaaaand... finish line. *pant, pant* Heh heh. After this, everyone'll
have to work REAL hard to keep me average!

Miriel: Stahl, you are blessed with a most remarkable skill.

Stahl: You mean, a most average skill, don't you?

Miriel: The ability to be ordinary at everything is, in fact, most
extraordinary.

Stahl: Er, well, I suppose that makes sense in a totally nonsensical kind of
way. But listen, I found something else about me that isn't average...

Miriel: You have piqued my curiosity. Please, edify!

Stahl: This is difficult to put into words. ...Er, especially to you. But let
me try. the other thing I'm not average at is... being in love with you.
Because without a doubt, I love you more than anyone else in the world!

Miriel: Is this a jape? Some manner of revenge for making you exercise?

Stahl: No jape, milady. The honest truth. And I have this ring to prove it.

Miriel: In other words, you wish to be my lifelong partner. Is that correct?

Stahl: It means I want to be your husband! I admit, I used to hate all the
running you made me do. But now I live for it. I can't wait to get out there
and jog or chop wood or whatnot! I like that you're always watching and
making notes, and I want that to continue.

Miriel: And I, for my part, am anxious to continue my observations. And more
importantly, I also harbor some measure of affection toward you. Therefore, I
shall accept both your ring and your proposal.

Stahl: I guarantee that when it comes to maritial bliss, we won't be average!

Miriel: Interesting. For the first time ever, you strive to be above average
in something.

Stahl: That's right. And I know I can do it- because I love you, Miriel.

Miriel: Ah, yes. Quite. Thank you. I... um... also find you agreeable.
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A3. Vaike C

Vaike: HIYAAARGH! HIYUUUP! GWAAAAAAR!

Miriel: Would you be so kind as to put an end to your caterwauling? I'm
trying to read, but I can't hear myself think over your incessant grunting.

Vaike: Har har! You gotta give it your all when ya train, or it's just a
waste of time.

Miriel: ...Hmm. Yes, I suppose that makes sense. The explosive release of air
from the lungs generates power in peripheral muscles.

Vaike: Who's got periwinkle mussels now?

Miriel: And rapid spin attacks create centripetal force that increases
overall speed. Fascinating! I Imagine you used complex calculus to optimize
your methods?

Vaike: Lady? From what you just said I understood "fascinating," and that's
about it...

Miriel: Surely you developed these skills of yours by calculating the forces
involved?

Vaike: I don't need a buncha math mumbo jumbo. I do it all by instinct!

Miriel: Irrational means have yet taken you to a rational technique....
Fascinating. Perhaps this "instinct" of which you speak bears further
investigation.

Vaike: Fightin' a war ain't rational, lady. Just watch me in the next battle.

Miriel: Very well. I shall do just that.
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Vaike B

Miriel: Ah, Vaike.

Vaike: Heya, Miriel! So did you watch me fight or what?

Miriel: Indeed. I observed that your battle shouts enhanced the effectiveness
of your blows. Often the foe would briefly let down his guard, granting you a
momentary opening. I had not realized the impact war cries could have on the
psychology of an enemy.

Vaike: Yeah, yeah. But what about me? What about the Vaike?!

Miriel: I observed the details of your moves, but not from the perspective of
the foe. Perhaps an analogy would be helpful here... So if we were to assume
that you are a planet and the enemy is the sun---

Vaike: Hey, wait. I wanna be the sun!

Miriel: But the sun does not travel around planets. Rather, planets spin
around the sun. Or so it was postulated in my mother's book. It has yet to be
proven...

Vaike: You sure it's not your head spinnin'? I don't see this ground going
anyplace.

Miriel: Alas, we cannot sense this motion, making the theory intuitively
difficult.

Vaike: All right, sure. The ground's spinnin'. Just like when I swing my
weapon. yeah?

Miriel: Yes. This generates the centripetal force we discussed the other day.
I'm glad we had this conversation. It has helped clarify my thoughts on the
subject. Would you mind terribly if we continued our discussions For research
purposes?

Vaike: You mean chat as friends? Er, well, sure. After all, we have so much
in...uh, common?
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Vaike A

Vaike: Face it, lady---you've got more brains in your big toe than I have in
my whole noggin. So why me? You must have egghead pals who are into this
century-petal-force stuff.

Miriel:Yes, but you possess in abundance something that I do not have---
instinct. I learn a great deal from our conversations. They are most
rewarding.

Vaike: Well, I suppose I like talkin' to you, too. Not that I understand half
of whatcha say... Speakin' of which, what's that giant brain of yours
thinkin' about today?

Miriel: Bonds.

Vaike: ...Bonds?

Miriel: There is nothing so complex and deserving of study as the human
heart. And additionally, the bonds of friendship that arise unbidden between
acquaintances Whence do these bonds of friendship occur? How do they change
us? Mold us?

Vaike: Are ya askin' me? 'Cause I'd say stuff like that just...happens. It's
like...when you fight alongside someone you start to trust 'em and like 'em
better. Take us, for example. You and I are startin' to like each other more.
Right? I think of you as a friend, and you think of me the same way. ...Er,
right?

Miriel: I certainly find you an interesting subject for observation.

Vaike: Er, yeah... That's not really what I meant. *Sigh* For someone so
smart, you sure can be pretty slow sometimes... Okay, how about this: Why
don't you and I go out together?

Miriel: Go out? Where? And to what end?

Vaike: We could walk around town, maybe drop by the alehouse for a pint and
some chat? It's how folks strengthen their bonds. That's what you're
interested in, right?

Miriel: I fail to see how meandering about town will impact our relationship.
But I am ever willing to experiment. Perhaps your instinct will teach me
something new.

Vaike: So... that's a yes, right? You'll go with me?

Miriel: Yes, by all means---take me to this alehouse of yours.
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Vaike S

Vaike: Hello, Miriel

Miriel: Ah, Vaike! My friend! Hello, friend.

Vaike: Er, you don't have to call me "friend" all the time. We can just take
it as a given. The best thing about friends is bein' comfortable around each
other.

Miriel: Ah, I see. I must confess, informality does not come...naturally to
me.

Vaike: Aw, Miriel. Is that a blush?! Don't tell me you're gettin' shy on me
now!

Miriel: Shy? Of course not. I have never--- That is to say... I... Perhaps.
Only a little.

Vaike: Heh, you sure you're feelin' all right? I've never seen ya be tongue-
tied before.

Miriel: N-no, it's just... Ever since we visited the alehouse, I haven't
eaten well. I assumed the fault lied with the buzzard-and-kidney pie,
but...it's something else. When I think of you, I feel a tightness. Here, in
my chest. Is this friendship?

Vaike: Um... Actually, what you're feelin' is a lot more serious than
friendship.

Miriel: Blast! It IS a malady. I knew it! Is it fatal? Is there a cure? Oh, I
must be ill if I'm asking you of all people for advice...

Vaike: *Ahem* Prooobably could have phrased that better. ...But never mind. I
think what you're feelin' ... is love! You've fallen in love with me!

Miriel: What?! Gracious... How... fascinating. I'd intended to research
friendship, but now I can observe love in it's natural state. I must not let
this opportunity pass! You will help me in my research, yes?

Vaike: Er, look, Miriel. If I'm bein' honest here, I have feelings for you,
too. Real feelings... So yeah, I'm on board for your research, but not just
that... I want to make you my wife! Let's get hitched!

Miriel: Do you speak of a connubial relationship? A blessed sacrament?
Marriage? Well, yes. I suppose that would be an enthralling, zesty
experience.

Vaike: ...You know what?! I'm just gonna assume that means, yes! So what do
ya say? Let's blow this place and go find a ring!

Miriel: Ah, the ring. Is it a talisman that evokes the bonds of love? Or
merely a symbol of the husband's right to his wife's person and property?

Vaike: ...It's just a bloomin' ring! It means I promise to be your husband
and honor you and blah blah blah. It just makes it all official-like.

Miriel: Wouldn't a sealed and witnessed contract be more appropriate?

Vaike: Hah! It's just that you gotta do, all right? If ya get married, you
gotta have a ring!

Miriel: ...Fascinating.
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A3. Kellam C

Miriel: ....

Kellam: Miriel? Why are you gritting your teeth and staring at me like that?

Miriel: Because the moment I avert my eyes, I lose sight of you. Even when
you don't attempt to hide, you simply disappear into thin air. It is a most
perplexing puzzle.

Kellam: It's true that I blend into the background sometimes...

Miriel: But it makes no logical sense. That suit of armor you wear reflects
sunlight like a mirror. Not to mention the novel nature of its oversizedness.

Kellam: I think I just lack presence is all.

Miriel: By which you mean you are unassertive, laconic and a man of few
words? There must be more to it than that. Science abhors an incomplete
explanation. Hmm... Hmmmmm...

Kellam: Um, can you stop staring at me like that? It's creeping me out a
little.

Miriel: But you are such a fascinating subject for observation. Think of all
we can learn from you! If I were able to study you some how...

Kellam: I think I'm going to go now...

Miriel: ...Fascinating.
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Kellam B

Kellam: M-Miriel!? Why are you clutching my arm?

Miriel: So I can keep track of you without having to stare unblinking for all
hours of the day. This makes it easier for me to carry out my observations.

Kellam: Oh. Okay. Because see, its just that...Well, I find it a little
embarrassing.

Miriel: Do go on.

Kellam: I-I'm not used to talking to people when they're standing so close.

Miriel: That's perfectly all right. Neither am I.

Kellam: ...Is this all some kind of joke?

Miriel: When it comes to my research, I am incapable of jocularity.

Kellam: Oh. I see.

Miriel: Right then! I have set up a few atmospheric measuring devices on the
table to the right. If you would be so kind as to walk that way while you
depart?

Kellam: Depart?

Miriel: Vanish. Evaporate. Dematerialize. Just walk off like you always do.

Kellam: All right, here goes...

Miriel: And there he goes, right on cue.... Simply fascinating.
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Kellam A

Miriel: Thank you for the assistance the other day.

Kellam: Are you going to observe me again?

Miriel: Do you find it discommodious?

Kellam: I don't understand what that means, but your observation makes me
nervous. Still, if you need me to keep doing it, I'll help however I can.

Miriel: Then let us proceed. Please disappear... NOW!

Kellam: Um...

Miriel: Yes? Is something the matter? Do your thing! Amscray! Begone!

Kellam: I am. It's not working.

Miriel: ...Now THAT is fascinating!

Kellam: How so?

Miriel: Well, this is just a provisional theory...But perhaps your ability
stems from a reluctance to impose yourself on others. You withdraw from
people's consciousness, and hence from their senses as well.

Kellam: Nope. I don't understand that either. Is it why you can see me now?

Miriel: A bond has formed between us, making you a larger presence in my
conscious mind. Our familiarity means that my senses are better able to
detect your presence.

Kellam: So are you saying you and me are becoming friends?

Miriel: Well, I used the word in its broadest sense. More like companions....
or pack mates. We have spent considerable time together, so certain
attachments naturally develop.

Kellam: Oh. That's nice, I guess.

Miriel: We must spend more time together.

Kellam: R-Really?

Miriel: Yes. I would like to hold your arm for a little longer.

Kellam: Um, okay...
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Kellam S

Miriel: I must say, Kellam, you are a very forbearing and patient young man.
Not many people would put up with being a test subject for so long.

Kellam: Oh, I don't mind. This way I get to hear all your interesting
theories! In fact, I'm so used to you clinging to my arm, I get lonely when
you're not there.

Miriel: Interesting. I have experienced these feelings of loneliness as well.
Clearly, the bonds of friendship between us are growing ever stronger. It
would be most intriguing to see where this relationship takes us.

Kellam: Well, maybe we can... I have a gift for you.

Miriel: Is it an astrolobe? A microscope? Perhaps a new orrery? Ah, I see. It
is a ring.

Kellam: It's handmade and one of a kind. If you accept it, we can be married.

Miriel: This new line of research would take years to complete. And I have so
many other avenues of study to pursue.... But yet, when you presented the
ring, I felt a certain amount of... elation. Are you truly so fond of me that
you are willing to be the test subject of my life?

Kellam: If that's what it takes? Absolutely!
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A3. Lon'qu C

Miriel: The moon is illuminated by the sun? A most curious claim. And yet...

Lon'qu: Hey.

Miriel: The sun's light dims and is extinguished as it falls below the
horizon. How, then, can-

Lon'qu: Hey! Watch OUT.

Miriel: Ack!

Lon'qu: Do you have a death wish, woman? You nearly walked off a cliff!
..Gods. I grabbed a woman's arm.

Miriel: Apologies. I was lost in my reading.

Lon'qu: Maybe sit down next time if you aim to stay alive.

Miriel: My heart is racing. An atonomic response to danger, I assume? Very
intersting. I must make a note of this...

Lon'qu: Just close the book.

Miriel: I am conducting a thought experiment and would prefer not to
interrupt it.

Lon'qu: You'd be interrupted permanently if I hadn't stopped you. Don't let
it happen again.

Miriel: Assuming the sun does somehow continue to shine from beyond the
horizon... Bah. It's no use. My focus is lost.
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Lon'qu B

Lon'qu: I told you not to let this happen again!

Miriel: You did.

Lon'qu: So why is this your seventh brush with death in a week? The falling
rocks and being swept off by the river I can perhaps understand... But you
just stepped in front of a cart! A cart full of... of very loud minstrels!

Miriel: Yes. But I saw you coming as well.

Lon'qu: And you just assumed I'd save you?

Miriel: That was my hypothesis, yes. The first few instances were accidents,
but they raised a curious question. Was my attendant increase in heart rate
purely the result of proximal danger?

Lon'qu: Say that in words a human can understand.

Miriel: A second situational cause could be postulated: proximity to you.
Perhaps contact with someone unfamiliar was the cause of my momentary
excitation. The only way to be sure was to collect data, which entailed
replicating the experiment.

Lon'qu: So you had to keep trying to die so I could keep saving you? What if
I'd been too slow?

Miriel: An incisive criticism. My methodology failed to prepare for that
contingency.

Lon'qu: For a smart woman, you sure are dumb. So understand this- That was
the last time I'm pulling you out of the fire! I'm uncomfortable enough
around women as it is. I don't need you making it worse.

Miriel: A categorical aversion to women? Curious. Does this extend to, say, a
female cat?

Lon'qu: What? No. Cats all look the same to me.

Miriel: What about primates? Statues of women? Perhaps a female cadaver?

Lon'qu: I'm pretending you stopped at statues.

Miriel: Is your reflex physical, or psychological? This merits a most
rigorous investigation!

Lon'qu: I'm starting to wish I'd let those minstrels run you down...
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Lon'qu A

Lon'qu: All right! Why did you do it?!

Miriel: Your question is far too vague for-

Lon'qu: You filled my tent with statues of women! And most of them had no
arms!

Miriel: Ah, yes. That. Your question was ambiguous, Lon'qu. Specificity is
paramount an any inquiry. Regardless, the statues were an experiment to learn
the extent of your aversion reflex. And now I may collect the results! So
then, how did you react to the statues?

Lon'qu: By smashing them.

Miriel: I see. So an inanimate likeness DOES trigger your reflex.

Lon'qu: No, that's not the-

Miriel: Thank you for your cooperation. We can proceed to the next test once
I've procured sufficient female monkeys to-

Lon'qu: For the love of all gods, no! You don't get it.

Miriel: I have made an error in my calculations?

Lon'qu: I didn't get rid of the statues because they looked like women. There
was barely enough room in my tent to stand! Plus I didn't want people to
think I had...issues.

Miriel: Ah! I see your point. A man who claims to be constitutionally averse
to women with a tent full of statues? You might indeed be the subject of
scrutiny, to say nothing of scurrilous rumor.

Lon'qu: Assuming those words mean what I think they mean, yes. That's it
exactly.

Miriel: This was an oversight in my methodology. I apologize. We'll repeat
the experiment in a secluded location.

Lon'qu: No, we won't.

Miriel: My heart is racing at the prospect of clean, reliable data!

Lon'qu: I said forget it!
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Lon'qu S

Lon'qu: ...Hello, Miriel.

Miriel: Curious. How did you know it was me?

Lon'qu: After enduring your "experiments" day in and day out, I've come to
expect you. Also, you have a fairly unique presence.

Miriel: A presence, you say? How ambiguous. With what sensory organ do you
detect it? We would have to disable them one at a time to be certain.

Lon'qu: Just... Look, forget I said anything. What are you here to test this
time?

Miriel: I've observed a new phenomenon. Over the course of our joint
research, I have come to crave further contact. I've yet to ascertain the
cause and extent of this addiction, however.

Lon'qu: I... have a theory.

Miriel: A hypothesis, Lon'qu. Not a theory. A theory is a measurable
extension of... I apologize. I interrupted you. Please continue.

Lon'qu: I think what you feel is the same as what I feel for you.

Miriel: Then you've cultivated an immunity to women as a result of our
experiments?

Lon'qu: Not an immunity. Just an exception.

Miriel: Fascinating. And a relief! It would be a shame to lose such a rare
affliction. In any case, this calls for further inquiry.

Lon'qu: Heh. I thought you'd say as much. That's why I got you this.

Miriel: It appears to be a ring.

Lon'qu: That's because it is a ring. Wear this, and our addictions will be
sated. You'll also never lack for a test subject.

Miriel: Are these properties magical in nature? Most intriguing...

Lon'qu: I'm asking you to marry me, idiot!

Miriel: Ah, I see! Fascinating.

Lon'qu: That's... not really an answer.

Miriel: Apologies. I appear to be flush with a host of new and unfamiliar
feelings. Each one is more intriguing than the next! I'm not sure how to
express them properly.

Lon'qu: Most people smile.

Miriel: ...Is this satisfactory?

Lon'qu: Actually that's a bit creepy, but... You know what? We'll work on it.
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A3. Donnel C

Donnel: Say, Miriel? Do ya have a minute?

Miriel: ......

Donnel: Er, Miriel?

Miriel: ......

Donnel: Hey! Miriel!

Miriel: Gwaugh?! What is it? Why are you shouting?

Donnel: I tried getting' yer attention, but you was off in yer own world.

Miriel: Yes. When I read, I often immerse myself in it to the exclusion of
all else.

Donnel: Seems like yer always readin', Miriel.

Miriel: I strive to utilize my time efficaciously. What free time I have, I
spend reading.

Donnel: I reckon ya must'a studied a whole bunch by now, huh?

Miriel: I cannot say whether the breadth of my scholarship constitutes "a
bunch." But I have studied more than the average person, that much is
incontrovertible.

Donnel: In that case, I got a favor I wanna ask ya for... Miriel, will ya
teach me?

Miriel: Teach you what?

Donnel: Er, I dunno. Math and science and all that kinda stuff, I guess.

Miriel: Why?

Donnel: If I learn my subjects now, I'll be able to help my village when the
war's done. We got no school back home, so there ain't no one what knows
about book learnin'.

Miriel: I can instruct you in the basic theories of the usual courses. You
may, however, find none of it to be immediate practical use.

Donnel: Well, so long as I know the theory, I can always think up ways to use
it.

Miriel: Are you literate?

Donnel: Ol' Goatkeep Gran knew her letters. She taught me how to read all
right.

Miriel: I cannot instruct you beyond the bounds of my own ken, but I will
attempt the basics.

Donnel: Well, much obliged then, Miriel!

Miriel: Be forewarned-- I am not easy on my pupils.

Donnel: I wouldn't want ya to be!
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Donnel B

Miriel: ...Let us conclude today's lesson here.

Donnel: Whew! Good. I'm beat.

Miriel: Unsurprising. We covered material of exceptional complexity today.
But that is not to say these lessons have been entirely free of surprises.

Donnel: Oh? Like what?

Miriel: For one, the voracity with which you attack your studies is
remarkable. I accepted to your request for tutelage with the expectation you
would lose interest. Yet here you are, having already mastered some of the
more difficult concepts.

Donnel: Aw, shucks. I'm barely keepin' up! And I ain't sure I got a perfect
grasp on it, neither.
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Miriel: Even an imperfect grasp, in conjunction with a diligent attitude, is
sufficient to advance.Often a nuanced, intuitive understanding is something
that develops organically.

Donnel: Er, if you say so, Miriel.

Miriel: Given this rate of acquisition, you might...

Donnel: Hmm? You say somethin'?

Miriel: Nothing of import. Now then, class is dismissed. Be certain to revie
the material before our next lesson.

Donnel: Yes, ma'am!
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Donnel A

Miriel: I finished grading your examination.

Donnel: How'd I do?

Miriel: A perfect score. Exemplary work.

Donnel: Yee-haw!

Miriel: That concludes a canvass of the primary precepts of academic study.
My lessons end here.

Donnel: They do? Gosh, I think I'm gonna miss 'em.

Miriel: But there is no end to learning. From today hence, you will be
navigating the sea of knowledge by your own sextant.

Donnel: All by m'self, huh?

Miriel: Worry not. To extrapolate from the present data, you possess
considerable aptitude. Continue to apply yourself, and you will find ample
success in any academic pursuits.

Donnel: But I'd still rather be sailin' them seas with you, Miriel.

Miriel: I must recommend against such a joint venture.

Donnel: Why do ya say that?

Miriel: Empirical data shows that no previous attempt at such a partnership
has survived. I have not always been without colleagues interested in
collaborative investigation... Yet, ultimately, none were ever able to
sustain the arrangement.

Donnel: Well, why not?

Miriel: According to them, I exhibit a tendency to press onward to new
territory alone. Even I am aware that I tend to lose sight of all else when
immersed in thought. As such, continuing my studies alone is the only natural
conclusion.

Donnel: That ain't true at all!

Miriel: Hmm?

Donnel: It's their own fault for not keepin' up! Just 'cause they got lazy
don't mean you should have to study alone forever.

Miriel: That is a fascinating theory.

Donnel: Let me join ya, Miriel. I'll do all I can to keep up! You said
yourself I been makin' progress faster'n you thought!

Miriel: To use a metaphor, the path ahead is steeper still, and the footing
unsure. There will be times I am unable to point the way. Are you certain you
want this?

Donnel: Well all that sailin' talk had me nervous, but I'm a mountain boy.
Climbin'? Now THAT I can do!
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Donnel S

Donnel: Your studies been goin' well lately, Miriel?

Miriel: Quite smoothly, yes. Thanks to you. Many a time, you've provided the
clue to surmount a current stumbling block. As the conventional wisdom goes,
two heads appear empirically superior to one.

Donnel: Oh. That's real nice. So, um... I wanted to talk at ya about that
today.

Miriel: About having two heads? You know that scientifically, this is highly
improbable. Ah. Or perhaps you're finding it difficult to pursue studies in
conjunction with me?

Donnel: Naw, it ain't that! It's the opposite, actually.

Miriel: Go on.

Donnel: I want us to be more conjuncted! Er, I wanna conjunct different...
Shoot. Here! I wanna give ya this!

Miriel: A ring.

Donnel: It's a weddin' ring. I was hopin' ya might consent to be m'wife. I
wanna keep ya as long as I live!

Miriel: I see no requisite for marriage in pursuing a joint exploration of
academic studies.

Donnel: Well, no, I reckon not. So does that mean ya won't?

Miriel: However, accepting this ring would enable a host of other exploratory
pursuits. And each could be undertaken as a collaboration with you... I can
scarce think of a more exhilarating prospect.

Donnel: Um, could ya please just say yes or no?

Miriel: ...Very well. I accept. A broad array of new frontiers now lie open
before us.

Donnel: And we got the rest of our lives to explore 'em together!
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A3. Ricken C

Ricken: Hyaaa! Wind! Nrrraaagh! Elwind! Hnnnnnngh! Fire! Whew... That's good
for now.

Miriel: .....

Ricken: You're awfully quiet over there, Miriel. Come to think of it, I don't
think I've ever seen you practicing spells. So, I guess you just read and
think? A lot?

Miriel: Vigorous thought suits me. There is less grunting.

Ricken: But don't you want to actually try out the stuff you're learning?

Miriel: The testing of hypotheses through experimentation is of paramount
import. .....

Ricken: Um, Miriel? What did you just grab? Why are you staring at a glass of
water?

Miriel: I've immersed two distinct metals in this solution. Now to apply a
charge... THUNDER!

Ricken: Gah!

Miriel: Success! How plesant.

Ricken: Whoa! They both look like the same metal now. How'd you do that?

Miriel: It's merely a thin coating of particles freed from the sample by the
spell's energy.

Ricken: I have absolutely no idea what that means, but it's still amazing! So
does that have some kind of combat use or something?

Miriel: None whatsoever.

Ricken: Oh! That's... kind of weird.
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Ricken B

Miriel: Adminster the spell to the charcoal, if you please.

Ricken: Got it. ...Hyaaa!

Miriel: .....

Ricken: Whoa.

Miriel: ...And success! How nice.

Ricken: Wait, hold on! Why did it glow like that? And why was it that color?

Miriel: This is another byproduct of the spell's magical energy.

Ricken: Sooo, I don't suppose this has any combat applications either?

Miriel: Absolutely none.

Ricken: And since the thunderbolt already glows, why bother with the coal at
all?

Miriel: Practical use is not my concern. I conduct experiments to uncover
natural truths.

Ricken: Gee, I never really stopped to think about anything like that. So,
what's the next experiment? Anything I can help with?

Miriel: I welcome your assistance, but as I said, it is likely to be of
dubious use at best.

Ricken: Aw, that doesn't matter. Let me help! This is really cutting-edge
stuff. I mean, maybe you'll find some amazing use for it after all. Plus,
we're tossing lightning bolts around, and that's fun!

Miriel: Heh. It is good to see one so young enjoyed science. Let us proceed.

Ricken: Yes, ma'am!
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Ricken A

Miriel: And... begin.

Ricken: Nrrraaagh!

Miriel: ...Curious. As hypothesized, the same tome yields different results
based on the user.

Ricken: Well, yeah. That's because you're a stronger mage than me.

Miriel: But what is magical prowess, specifically? What factors determine its
development?

Ricken: Well, it's... I mena, it's like that one thing where mages... Hmph.
You know? I've never even stopped to think it through.

Miriel: A complex. multicausational phenomenon to be sure, but a fascinating
line of inquiry.

Ricken: You're always asking questions other people haven't even thought of.
Where do you come up with this stuff?

Miriel: My research is based predominately on the wrttings of my mother. To
her final day, she documented every phenomenon and natural law she observed.
Some called them the ravings of a madwoman, but I saw crystalline insight.

Ricken: And now you want to prove her right! We're not that different, you
know? I'm fighting for my family's name, too. We used to be one of Ylisse's
high noble houses, but times have been hard lately. It's up to me to come
home a war hero and rebuild our reputation! So if there's anything I can do
to help, just say the word.

Miriel: Likewise.
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Ricken S

Miriel: I believe we've made satisfactory progress. Let us conclude here for
the day.

Ricken: Sure! So are things quicker with an assistant, or am I mostly in the
way?

Miriel: You've improved efficiency considerably and enabled an entirely new
mtethodology. Your help is appreciated.

Ricken: Hee hee! That's great. But actually, I'd like to help in all your
experiments from now on, if that's okay.

Miriel: In perpetuity? That would be a great help indeed.

Ricken: Well then... Um... Here.

Miriel: A ring? How curious. Are you proposing we melt it down to ascertain
its composition?

Ricken: I'm proposing you marry me! Then we could work side by side forever.
And that's important because... I think I've fallen in love with you.

Miriel: Most fascinating. Your words acted as a aural cue causing a suffusion
of warmth to premeate my chest. This demands further exploration. I shall
need your help for another experiment.

Ricken: I'd love to!

Miriel: I hypothesize this will be a highly educational partnership.
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A3. Gaius C

Gaius: Hey, a pack of cards! Don't tell me there was a game on and I didn't
get invited. Crivens, I haven't dealt in quite some time. *Shuffle* Heh heh,
I guess old Gaius Nimble Fingers can still tickle the deck when he wants.

Miriel: What was that?

Gaius: Wargh! Don't sneak up on folk like that! Cripes, I darn near bit my
tongue...  Anyway, I was just fiddling with these cards. Used to be quite the
player back in the day. That is, until one fateful evening... The evening I
wagered and lost the finest crowberry tart I ever saw. The horrific memory
haunts me to this day, and ever since, I've sworn off gamb-

Miriel: I was not inquiring about your own personal failings. I wanted to
know how you made that card vanish into the ether.

Gaius: What card?

Miriel: That card that was in your hand a moment ago. The one with a regent's
image. I saw it clearly, but now it is notwhere to be found.

Gaius: Oh, that? Heh heh? Just a little trick I learned on my travels. See?
That card's in my right hand... Then I flip it like so... Presto! It's in my
left!

Miriel: Fascinating! You seem to have mastered the legendary art of
teleportation.

Gaius:What? Er, no, it just sleight of hand. Anyone can do it with enough
practice.

Miriel: ...Sleight of hand? I am not familiar with that particular
discipline.

Gaius: It's all about deceiving the eye and fooling the senses. For
example... Ta-daaaaa! I just made a card appear out of nowhere. ...OR so it
seems.But I was actuall just hiding it in my sleeve.

Miriel: Ah, I see. What an amusing hobby. Do you have any other tricks? I
would be interested to see more.

Gaius: Interested enough to give me, say, three peach pastries in exchange?
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Gaius B

Miriel: Gaius, I would like to observe more of this sleight of hand of yours.

Gaius: Sorry, Specs. You saw every trick I know. Besides, I don't want to do
more, anyway.

Miriel: ...Specs? Ah yes, a reference to my eyewear. How very amusing. But
why do you not wish to demonstrate more of your talent? It is quite singular.

Gaius: Because you see right throught my tricks. It spoils the fun! "Ah,
Gaius! You have placed the card inside your codpiece! I say, Gaius! That coin
can be located behind your third knuckle!" It's seriously demotivating.

Miriel: I admit that I would be a difficult person to fool in this regard.
Years of training have honed my powers of observation into a sharply pointed
rapier.

Gaius: Er, wait! You actually practice looking at stuff?

Miriel: Of course, It is an invaluable tool for any serious practitioner of
science. The first lesson of observation is that you cannot trust your
perceptions. Sensory impressions are mere constructs and easily distorted by
preconceptions.

Gaius: Sooooo, folks see what they want to see, but you taught yourself not
to?

Miriel: The human mind can accomlish anything if one is sufficiently
diligent.

Gaius:Got it. That explains why I can't fool you. Well then, maybe it's time
to get serious.

Miriel: Please explain.

Gaius: Well, I've been holding this one back. In fact, I wasn't going to show
you...
But as you've won every round so far, I reckon it's time to play my trump
card.

Miriel: I did not realized we were engaged in a competition.

Gaius: Look, Specs, whenever you figure out one of my tricks, that means I
lose.
And if I lose, I have to give your pastries back. That's just honorable. But
this trick is veeery special. So if you can't figure it out... You have to
buy me a treacle pie from the best baker in town. Deal? All right, here goes!

Miriel: It had not occurred to me that you might conside the pastries some
form of wager... But very well, then. I accept. Show me your trick.
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Gaius A

Miriel: Dear me, Gaius. You look very low today.

Gaius: If you're here to gloat, get on with it and then leave me alone. I'm
out of tricks, Specs. I got nothing. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Ix-nay. I don't even
have anymore sweets to wager.

Miriel: Truly? You are completely out? I'd thought you to have a secret
stash.

Gaius: Raided it last night. Cleaned it out in an eyeblink, I did. I've never
been this long without sugar! I think I'm having heart palpitations.

Miriel: You misunderstand. I was speaking not of sweets, but of card tricks.

Gaius: Oh. Well, you bled me dry on those, too.

Miriel: Interesting. Perhaps then you could think up some new ones.

Gaius: Oh, yeah, sure. I'll just reach down and pull'em out of my... Look,
why are you so interested in my card tricks, anyway? It's not like I ever
mangage to fool you.

Miriel: It is a difficult reason to put into words, but I shall atempt it. I
found our competition to be stimulating. Almost thrilling, in point of fact.
MY senses were heightened like never before. It was a truly zesty experience!

Gaius: Oh? You seemed pretty bored to me.

Miriel: I assure you, I was not. Your enthusiasm for the game was quite
infectious.
My skin tingled, my heart raced, and I noted a dozen other signs of
excitement besides.

Gaius: So there IS a bit of passion behind that logical exterior of yours.

Miriel: That would be fair proposition, yes.

Gaius: Oh, yeah. That passion just comes shining through... Tell you what,
Specs... If you like playing that much, I'll try to conjure up some more
tricks. All right? I may just have a couple of ideas...
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Gaius S

Gaius: Hey, Specs. I've got one. ...A new trick, that is. Care to play?

Miriel: There is nothing I would rather do at this moment.

Gaius: So, I have a white handkerchief here, yes? Just a normal, everyday
item.
Now if you would be so kind, please drape it over your hand.

Miriel: Like this?

Gaius: Good. Now I'll just lift it off and...

Miriel: Interesting. You have caused a ring to appear in the palm of my hand.

Gaius: Do you know why it's there?

Miriel: Because a ring is small and easy to conceal, thus lending the rick
credence?

Gaius: Uh, no. That's not what I- I don't mean HOW it got there. I mean WHY.

Miriel: Ah. I think I understand your meaning now.

Gaius: Well, let me tell you the "why" first. Because... these last few weeks
have been the most fun I've ever had. I'm serious, Miriel. Even when I lost
pastries, I was just happy to be near you. Maybe it's the competition, or
maybe it's just that you're beautiful. I'm not sure. But anyway, I was
thinking maybe you might feel the same way, and so...

Miriel: You need not explain more.

Gaius: But I haven't finished my speech yet.

Miriel: I am most fascinated by this zest for competition you claim to have
developed. ...And the comment about beauty did not hurt your cause either. At
any rate, I believe ours to be a relationship worthy of further study. A
marriage contract would suit my purposes very much indeed.

Gaius: Th-that's great. I mean, really! Fantastic!

Miriel: Now, Gaius...

Gaius: Yes, dear?

Miriel: Will you show me how you managed to place the ring on the palm of my
hand?

Gaius: This better not be the only reason you said yes...
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A3. Gregor C

Gregor: Miriel! You want to sit down with Gregor? Enjoy tasty cup of
elderberry tea?

Miriel: I am curious as to why you are constantly inviting females to consume
tea.

Gregor: Gregor is man, yes? He enjoys company of lovely maidens. What more is
to tell?

Miriel: Would you say women possess some attractive force which draws you to
them?

Gregor: Oy, yes. Miriel is very attractive! That is why Gregor offers tea.

Miriel: That's not what I meant, but I suppose it's the best I'll get from a
layperson. So then, what aspects make a woman attractive? Can you define
them? I would very much like to quantify this phenomenon if at all possible.

Gregor: You are using many large words. Gregor is... very confused.

Miriel: It's simple: there must be rules governing attractive force and how
it operates. If you are able to define the parameters, it should be possible
to re-create them.

Gregor: But every man is liking different thing, yes? Gregor speak for no one
but Gregor.

Miriel: Ah. So you claim it is impossible to arrive at a universal definition
of attraction? But that would imply that there are contradictions in human
nature.

Gregor: Gregor is surprised brain does not ooze out of Miriel's ears.

Miriel: Such a thing is highly improbable. At any rate, my life is devoted to
meticulous research and rigrous scientific study.

Gregor: Is sounding like barrel of monkey laughs.

Miriel: Now, I believe you were offering me tea? Elderberry was it?

Gregor: A-actually, Gregor suddenly busy! Urgent chore at... somewhere else!

Miriel: Ah. Well, next time, perhaps.
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Gregor B

Gregor: Hmm... Interesting. Gregor never thinks of that...

Miriel: .....

Gregor: Ho ho! That makes you think.

Miriel: Am I no longer interesting to you? As a female companion, I mean?

Gregor: Porridge and pierogi! Why are you sneaking up on Gregor?

Miriel: The other day, you told me that a man such as yourself is drawn to
attractive women. I was conducting an experiment to ascertain the existence
of consistent rules. However, if I no longer possess such a quality, then the
control group is flawed.

Gregor: Gregor still thinks Miriel have lure like deadly siren! But, today,
Gregor is being engrossed in very fascinating book. Gregor is embarrassed.
Ignoring presence of beautiful women is vety shameful.

Miriel: And what is this folio that was able to engage your attention so
throughly?

Gregor: Gregor finds it lying on ground at edge of camp. Is very, very
interesting. Gregor is not knowing of these rules and laws governing natural
phenomenon. But this book makes it fascinating subject. Time flies by for
Gregor!

Miriel: Ah. I have been looking for that book, actually. It belongs to me. My
late mother wrote it.

Gregor: Oy! Ten thousand apoligies to you from the tongue of Gregor, dear
lady! Gregor did not intend to steal precious book from dead mother.

Miriel: Quite all right. You couldn't have known.

Gregor: No, is big problem! Gregor scribble many notes in margins of pages...

Miriel: My mother would be pleased that you found her work so fascinating.
And as for me, I'm just grateful that you found it. I thought it lost
forever.
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Gregor A

Miriel: Er, Gregor? May I have a word? Do you recall writing notes in the
margin of the treatise my mother wrote?

Gregor: You are upset because Gregor scribble nonsense things in book, yes?

Miriel: No, not at all. It's just that some of your comments were most...
curious. I was hoping you might have time to edify me on a couple of them. As
a simple matter of scientific discourse only. Peer to peer, as it were.

Gregor: Er, Gregor is confused. Did his comment not make sense?

Miriel: Perhaps in this situation a concrete example would be helpful. See,
here you deleted the phrase "that which helps establish the theory"... and
replaced it with a single word: "experience."

Gregor: Oh, yes, Gregor remembers that. Er, Miriel is not liking this edit?

Miriel: No, on the contrary. I've been pondering this passage for some time
in the belief it could be improved. But you have struck upon the missing link
and dramatically improved the work, entire. I did not suspect you were in
possession of such scholastic ability.

Gregor: Oh ho! Is true. Gregor never go to class. Gregor is graduate from
school of life!

Miriel: I am unfamiliar with this intitution. Are they accredited?

Gregor: You want to know secret of life study? ...Do nothing. Is exactly what
Gregor does.

Miriel: I'm afraid I do not properly understand...

Gregor: Gregor does nothing special. Gregor learns by watching life.
Knowledge is natural. Like bird learning to fly or cat coughing up ball of
fur.

Miriel: How utterly fascinating...

Gregor: Most people run like chicken with no head. Always thinking of mext
urgent task. But if you go slow and watch everything, you can be smart like
Gregor!

Miriel: Well, then. Food for thought. Thank you very much, Gregor.

Gregor: Come back anytime! Gregor always ready to share knowledge with peers!
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Gregor S

Gregor: Ah, Miriel. You have nose stuck in book again?

Miriel: I've been thinking a great deal about our discussion the other day. I
find it difficult to approbate the idea that one can learn without active
study. Examining phenomena, research, postulating proofs- surely these things
matter!

Gregor: Gregor not saying books and sciencey things not important... Gregor
just thinking there other ways of learning, yes?

Miriel: No, I'm sorry. The idea just seems wholly without merit.

Gregor: Hmm. Okay, Gregor makes example. How is scientist defining love?

Miriel: Love?

Gregor: Yes, you know? When two people are liking each other and want to make
with the-

Miriel: I am aware of the concept, Gregor, thank you. And as to your query, I
would start by confirming observable behavior. For example, the culturally
determined rituals in which persons in love engage.

Gregor: Like the holding of hands, yes? Or the making of adorable kissing
gazes? ...Or the giving of presents? Like this?

Miriel: ...Ah, a ring. Yes, this is a concrete example of the ritual to which
I referred. The male of the species presents this as an indication of his
desire to marry. This would indeed constitute evidence of the existance of
love.

Gregor: Tell Gregor: can scientist Miriel explain what she is feeling right
now?

Miriel: Well, I have an elevated pulse, sweaty hands, and a nervous energy
about me. I cannot, however, explain the reason for these sudden... thrilling
phenomena. Tsk! This will not do! I must remain dispassionate and analyze the
facts.

Gregor: You see? This is being exactly Gregor's point. You do not allow
experience to teach you. Everything analyzed like math problem. You must be
silencing giant brain and listening to heart instead, yes? Many new
experiences and discoveries is coming from heart!

Miriel: I have never considered such a plan. But perhaps if I follow your
advice, I will find a new world waiting to be discovered.

Gregor: Listen to Gregor. Human heart is too wonderful to be understanding by
stuffy theory. You must crawl inside and live there like small burrowing land
mammal. Take Gregor's hand. Gregor can show how. We go on wonderful journey,
together!

Miriel: Is this possible? Dare I throw aside logic and embrace the wiles of
emotion? Very well, Gregor. I will accompany you on this journey of the
heart!

Gregor: Ha ha! ...Gregor assume that mean yes?
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A3. Libra C

Old Villager: Thank you, Libra. I feel your words have parted the dark clouds
about in my heart.

Libra: It gladdens me to hear that, my child.

Miriel: .....

Old Villager: The parables you've shared have lent my life a sense of
direction. I feel hope rekindled in my breast. I cannot begin to thank you.

Libra: Your path will hold its share of hardship, but I pray you keep that
hope alive.

Miriel: .....

Libra: Hmm? Oh, Miriel. What are you doing here?

Miriel: Observing.

Libra: That conversation just now? I fear it's hardly anything so grand as to
merit study. I merely shared the teachings of Ylisse to those villagers eager
to listen.

Miriel: And were they receptive?

Libra: I believe that faith will find a home in them. Such teachings offer a
guide to life and are a steadfast beacon in these dark times. I pray it will
also sustain them in the lean days ahead.

Miriel: If the teachings bear such salubrious effect, why not share them with
greater numbers?

Libra: Naturally, were it possible, I would share them with everyone! Er, but
why do you bring this up?

Miriel: By my observations, your methodology is highly inefficient. It vexes
me.

Libra: Inefficient?

Miriel: Indeed. Assembling an audience, selecting the venue, promulgating the
message... A scientific approach to these factors would yield a far more
efficient modus.

Libra: Perhaps, but that isn't-

Miriel: Possible? Poppycock. Anything is possible. Given a thorough analysis
of the germane phenomena, a sound theory will emerge. However, in the absence
of empirical data, you might dismiss it as idle speculation. Therefore I must
prove it through a physical implementation.

Libra: You will do what now?

Miriel: I will show that it can be done. However, I fear I am unfit to preach
the teachings of Ylisse. In this capacity, I would enlist your aid. I will
furnish the mechanism, you the words. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must begin
planning posthaste.

Libra: W-wait, Miriel! ...Oh dear.
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Libra B

Miriel: I have the results from our previous discussion.

Libra: Ah, yes. Your method to spread my teachings to a broader audience.

Miriel: Precisely. A unified fundamental theory has emerged from my
investigation. First, the venue must be of sufficient capacity and easily
accessed. Before speaking, the even must be made public knowledge among
nearby villages. During the gathering itself, wind magic is to be employed to
amplify your voice. Now then. For the next-

Libra: H-hold on just a moment, Miriel.

Miriel: Is something amiss?

Libra: Your plan is to gather a large crowd and speak to all of them at once?

Miriel: Quite. In so doing, you mitigate effort and time requirements by the
greatest margin.

Libra: Yes, but I can't address individual people in such a system.

Miriel: Nor ought you. Speaking the same words to followers one by one is
hideously inefficient. Gathering them and addressing the lot in one fell
stroke is a far superior plan.

Libra: Superior in time and effort spent, perhaps, but-

Miriel: The plan will succeed. Further peer review is wholly unnecessary.

Libra: ...Very well. If you're that certain, we should try it.

Miriel: I will make manifest the eminence of my methodology!
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Libra A

Miriel: The theory is sound, and yet...

Libra: Is something wrong, Miriel?

Miriel: My data shows attendance is waning at your religious gatherings. The
logs clearly indicate more people came to the initial meetings than come now.

Libra: Yes, I'd noticed as well.

Miriel: But my modus is theoretically sound. I've just revisited all my
assumptions, and they withstand the strictest scrutiny. Yet data cannot lie.

Libra: Well, perhaps your ideas failed to account for a critical element.

Miriel: Such as?

Libra: The human heart. Oh, don't get me wrong, your method gets my words to
more ears than ever. But the message stops at the ears, I fear, and does not
travel to the heart.

Miriel: A defect in amplification, then?

Libra: Um... Not exactly, no. Every individual listens to the teachings of
Ylisse for different reasons. If I limit my sermons to truths that apply
equally to all, they fall short. Only by showing the relevance to each
person's life can I truly reach them.

Miriel: A logical postulation. Perhaps I was indeed myopic in my designs.
Were you certain from the start that my method would fail?

Libra: I thought offering salvation to a mob would be... difficult, yes.

Miriel: Then why did you consent to the mass gatherings? Or was I simply too
heedless and stubborn to hear your objections?

Libra: A bit, perhaps. But mostly, I thought your plan might yield a
different sort of benefit.

Miriel: And did it?

Libra: Indeed it did! You've given me the opportunity to meet more people
than I ever could have alone!

Miriel: Curious. I had grown rigid in my methods, Miriel-a lesson I hope you
will take to heart. Your work was a success in terms of meeting converts, but
it was only a step. And so I must continue the work that we started on a more
personal level.

Miriel: There is merit in what you say.

Libra: I'm thrilled to hear it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd best head off
to have some of those conversations.

Miriel: I hope you will permit me to offer my continued assistance as well.
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Libra S

Miriel: Another successful gathering today?

Libra: Absolutely. I can't thank you enough for all your help of late,
Miriel.

Miriel: I am glad to be of service. And this has proven a most fruitful area
of personal study as well.

Libra: Oh? What have you learned?

Miriel: That any system-built theory is only as efficacious as the dedication
of the user. This is a known scientific truth, but one I had yet to learn so
viscerally.

Libra: The parables hold similar words. ...Albeit smaller ones.

Miriel: This endeavor has sparked a curiosity in me to better understand the
human heart. This will help transport my theories from the realm of
abstraction into the tangible.

Libra: Perhaps you might begin by examining the contents of my heart?

Miriel: I had not planned to do so.

Libra: Then perhaps offering this will spark your curiosity.

Miriel: ...Ah. A ring. Inductive extrapolation suggests this is a proposal of
marriage.

Libra: Look into your own heart, Miriel. What do you find?

Miriel: Wonderment and joy in equal parts. Or so it would seem.

Libra: And do the contents of your heart move you to accept this ring?

Miriel: The sum of its contents provide an unequivocally affirmative
response. Still, it is most curious. These sensations are demonstrably real,
but hardly logical.

Libra: A fine subject for further investigation. I'll have to make sure you
never lack for future data!
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A3. Henry C

Miriel: Many thanks for your fortuitous assistance the other day.

Henry: Nya ha ha! No problem! But talk about your strange days! When I saw
that big snake on your hat, I thought he was a pet.

Miriel: The shade under the tree was pleasant, and my book terribly
absorbing.
Therefore, I failed to notice when the creature undulated down to my
position.

Henry: Good thing I came along when I did, or he'd have chomped your face but
good.

Miriel: An ophisian of that size is not capable of "chomping a face."
However, I am curious how you managed to dispatch the creature. You did not
clasp it in your hand, nor cast any spell I could fathom.

Henry: It was a curse. If I'd used a tome spell, you'd have been in the line
of fire, too.

Miriel: A curse? Ah, yes. Dark thaumaturgy not based on this world's
elemental forms. I would like to study this skillset further, if I may.

Henry: Why? Do you have someone you want to curse?

Miriel: I'm interested in how such hexes are conjured and the theory behind
them.

Henry: You always have to know exactly how things work, huh? Want a
demonstration? I could turn Avatar into a toad or something.

Miriel: No. The experiment is not of such import that our comrades need be
imperiled.

Henry: But it wouldn't be forever! Just a few days at the most.

Miriel: If we were suddenly called to battle, a toad tactician would be most
disadvantageous.

Henry: Oh yeah. I hadn't thought about that. Well, maybe I could cast a
different kind of hex.

Miriel: So long as the risk is within acceptable parameters.
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Henry B

Henry: I'm sorry, Miriel. But I can't show you any more curses.

Miriel: How disappointing. My research is nearly ready for peer review.

Henry: Yeah, well, Avatar got mad at me. He said I'm not allowed to randomly
curse people anymore. Pfft.

Miriel: Fortunately, I've already collected enough data to posit a tentative
theory of hexing.

Henry: You have? That's great! I cast hexes all the time, and I've never come
up with ONE theory about them.

Miriel: Hex casting is the art of unleashing magic through a series of
movements.
It is the ritual that grants efficacy, rather than tomes or staves.

Henry: Well, yeah, sure. I just never thought it was all that exciting.

Miriel: Even more fascinating is the extent of your own thaumaturgic energy.
If my calculations are correct, you are able to release huge quantities of
magical force.

Henry: Nya ha ha! Oh, stop it, Miriel! You'll make me blush. Although it's
pretty much true. When it comes to hexing folks, I'm the master. Why, this
one time at mage camp, I killed 100 people with one curse!

Miriel: I am not privy to the location of this "mage camp." And when exactly
did this catastrophe take place?

Henry: Er, I don't remember when. ...Or where exactly. But it totally could
have happened.

Miriel: In any case, I am most anxious to investigate the extent of your
powers.
Will you permit me to carry out additional tests and observations?

Henry: Sure! You can watch me in action for as long as you like.
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Henry A

Henry: *Sigh* Aw, dang it. Failed again! This is harder than I thought.

Miriel: You seem vexed, Henry. Is something amiss?

Henry: Well, you know that town we passed through a few days ago?
I saw a pregnant lady on the main street with a load of cheese and fruit in
her arms. She looked pretty tired and worn out, so I stopped to help her
carry her wares.

Miriel: I am told perturiency can indeed be a most trying experience.

Henry: Right?! Anyway, the more I thought about it, the more I realized
pregnancy is dumb. So I'm planning to help the mothers of the world by
inventing a special curse. I'm gonna create a hex that conjures new kids
right out of thin air!

Miriel: Fascinating.

Henry: So if the curse is going to work, I need a ritual that can generate
new life force. But I can't find even one. Who knew it would be so hard, when
killing is so easy?

Miriel: The process of creating life is imbued with mystery and wonder. Many
wise sages have tried to fathom the secret without success.

Henry: Gosh. If you and the old wise men don't know how it's done, what hope
do I have?

Miriel: I would say the odds are remote indeed. Still, with so much as yet
unknown, it may prove an intriguing field of study.

Henry: Say, if you're as curious as me, why don't we study it together?

Miriel: A most meritorious suggestion.
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Henry S

Henry: Hello, Miriel. How's your research into the whole life-creation thing
coming along?

Miriel: Poorly. It appears this is one mystery that will not easily surrender
its secrets.

Henry: Yeah, I haven't had much luck myself. Except for one idea...

Miriel: Please, enlighten me.

Henry: Chrom married a woman and had a child, right? So I was thinking you
and me could marry and... you know, see what happens.

Miriel: Fascinating... By experiencing the creation of life firsthand, we
might learn to replicate it. That kind of immersion research could lend
itself to a substantial breakthrough. But are you willing to engage in such a
long-term endeavor?

Henry: Sure! I think you're the bee's knees!

Miriel: I find that term difficult to quantify.

Henry: Well, how's this? I'm completely smitten with you. Research or not, I
know I want to spend my life with you. So how about it? Do you feel the same
way?

Miriel: I have noticed clammy skin and increased heart palpitations in your
presence of life.

Henry: That sounds like a yes to me! ...Oh, and here. Take this.

Miriel: Ah, A ring.

Henry: If you wear it, it means we're promised to each other forever and
ever!

Miriel: ...Fascinating. The palpitations have returned.

Henry: Well, if you're happy, then I'm thrilled! And even if our experiment
with creating life doesn't pan out, I'm okay with that.

Miriel: I see no reason to abandon the research because of an espousal.
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Sumia!

A4. Chrom C

Sumia: Oh! There you are!

Chrom: Hello, Sumia. Did you need something?

Sumia: Um, no. Avatar is just looking for you.

Chrom: Oh, right. The strategy meeting. Poor Avatar does love to...
AAAAAAARGH!

Sumia: Chrom! Are you all right?!

Chrom: Y-yes, I'm fine. I just tripped on a pebble. Gods, how embarrassing.

Sumia: It's because you're so exhausted! You've been working too hard lately.

Chrom: I'm fine, Sumia. And besides, we're all tired. Such endless fighting
wears on everyone.

Sumia: Chrom, you've no need to don a brave face for my sake. You carry twice
the burder of anyone. It's only natural you're exhausted.

Chrom: Heh. You're kind to say so. But in truth, everyone looks to their
commander for inspiration and strength. An army is only as stalwart as its
leader. The instant I show weakness, we're through.

Sumia: It must be so hard for you...

Chrom: I'll... be fine. And please, don't speak of this conversation to
anyone. All right?

Sumia: No-no! Of course not! I would never-

Chrom: Ha ha! At ease. Sumia. And stop worrying so much! It'll take more than
a few battles to bring this soldier to his knees.

Sumia: I know! You're the greatest warrior that I've ever... Huh. I just
realized something.

Chrom: What is it?

Sumia: You trusted me with a secret! It's out first secret together!

Chrom: Um... yes, I suppose it is.

Sumia: Don't worry. My lips are sealed tighter than a bear trap. ...So long
as you promise to take a nap before the strategy meeting!

Chrom: ...What?

Sumia: I'll just tell Avatar that you've been delayed.

Chrom: And if I don't agree to your terms?

Sumia: Then I'll tell everyone the mighty Chrom was bested by a mere pebble!

Chrom: That sounds like blackmail... Still, I supposed a short nap couldn't
hurt.

Sumia: Ooh, it's so thrilling to be able to help out like this! Anyway, I'll
leave you to it. Sweet dreams!

Chrom: That girl has a strange knack for getting her way...
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Chrom B

Sumia: Chrom? Where are you? Hel-LOOOOO?

Chrom: ...I'm right here, Sumia.

Sumia: Oh! There you are. Um, so... here. I baked you a pie.

Chrom: Really? Well, this is a surprise. ...Mmm! It smells amazing!

Sumia: You've been working so hard recently, I thought you must be tired...
My mother used to bake me rhubarb-and-fiddlehead pie, and it always perked me
up.

Chrom: Rhubarb and... fiddleheads? No mutton? Or goat? ...Or bear? I usually
prefer a bit of meat in my pies.

Sumia: Absolutely not! Meat is the last thing you need when your body's worn
out! A stick of rhubarb will clear your bowels and get you right as rain in
no time. That's what my mother used to say anyway- and she was always right!

Chrom: Heh. Old Nurse Nan used to say the same when I was young.

Sumia: See? They can't both be wrong. Now eat your pie while I go clean your
smallclothes. I see quite a pile forming on the far side of your cot there!
..Well? Go on! Don't mind me now- just eat your pie!

Chrom: Er, well, if you insist.
(Sumia leaves)
Chrom: ...Gods, I HATE rhubarb. But if Sumia thinks it'll make me feel
better, I suppose I should force it down... Mmm? Hey, this isn't bad... In
fact, it's delicious! ...Well, that was about the best pie I've ever had.

Sumia: Hel-LOOOO? Chrom? I'm baaaaack! Oh, have you finished already?

Chrom: I did and it was amazing! Usually rhubarb makes me queasy, but not
this time! What's your secret?

Sumia: Oh, nothing special. Just a bit of spice here and a pinch of herb
there... You can make something taste like anything if you know the tricks.

Chrom: Well, Sumia, I'm more than impressed. You're a true wizard of the
kitchen.

Sumia: Oh, I'm so glad you liked it. Now then! How about a cup of elderberry
tea?

Chrom: Hold on! You made me a pie, so I should be making YOU tea. Just let me
boil some water here...
(Chrom leaves)

Sumia: Oh, Chrom... This is too much. Really. Hee hee! I knew he'd love the
pie! Especially since it took me 15 tries to get it right...
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Chrom A

Sumia: Chrom! Hel-LOOOOOO?!

Chrom: Oh, hey, Sumia.

Sumia: Look! I baked you another pie.

Chrom: Sumia, you are too much. Where do you find all the time and energy for
this?

Sumia: Oh, it's nothing. Really! Hardly any trouble at all. Except for
finding veggies. ...And grinding flour. ...Oh, and kneading dough. But apart
from THAT, it's easy as... well, pie! I like doing it. Really. Honest.

Chrom: Well, if you say so.

Sumia: Oh, I do say so! And today I made an extra big one so we can eat it
together!

Chrom: A pie shared with friends is twice as tasty. Or so my old Nurse Nan
said. ...Listen, Sumia. I'm... I'm sorry. About bringing you into all this, I
mean. You deserve better than a battlefield, but right now that's where I
need you.

Sumia: Oh, Chrom... It's an honour and a privelege to serve you. Besides,
serving as a soldier isn't all bad. There are lots of things I like about it.

Chrom: Truly? Like what?

Sumia: Well, the horses are fun!

Chrom: You mean the pegasus? Er, pegasuses? ...Pegasi?

Sumia: Those too! I just love swooping through the sky-it's so exhilarating.
But I like looking after them even more. Combing manes, brushing teeth...

Chrom: You do spend a lot of time in the stables, now that I think about it.

Sumia: I do hate that they have to fight. When I see them in the thick of
battle... I know we need them if we're to win this war. It can't be helped.
But, it makes my heart ache every time I see such a beautiful creature hurt.

Chrom: I don't know what to say, Sumia. Except to thank you again. Thank you
for all the sacrifices you're making for my sake. I swear that I will do
everything in my power to end this war quickly. And I promise to build a
peace that will endure for generations.

Sumia: I know you will, Chrom. And I'm going to help you do it!
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Chrom S

Chrom: Sumia?

Sumia: Oh, hello, Chrom.

Chrom: I... I was looking for you. Have you been here long?

Sumia: Actually, I'd just finished baking a pie. I was about to go... look
for you.

Chrom: I don't deserve more of your pies, Sumia. You're being too kind to me.

Sumia: Hee hee! Oh, not at all. I LIKE looking after you!

Chrom: Not as much as looking after the pegasi, I wager.

Sumia: No, not as much as... Wait! NO! I MUCH prefer looking after you!

Chrom: Listen, Sumia. I was looking for you because... I have a favor to ask.

Sumia: you don't have to ask for favors. I'll do anything your heart
desires...

Chrom: Er, see, I was hoping... If you were willing... Maybe you might do me
the honor... Um...

Sumia: Do you want more pies? Because I'll bake until my hands fall off!

Chrom: P-pies? No, er, what I'm trying to say is... I'm thinking of the rest
of our lives and...

Sumia: You want pies every day until you die? Well, that's a tall order, but
if you-

Chrom: This is not about pies! Just listen!

Sumia: ...Muh?

Chrom: S-sorry, Sumia. This isn't how I thought... Oh, I'm ruining this whole
thing! What I want to ask is... will you grant me the honor of... being my
wife?

Sumia: Chrom?! Are you... Proposing?

Chrom: Yes! You've done so much for me... Your kindness has warmed my heart.
And somewhere between the fifth and sixth pie I thought to myself... "Chrom,
you must marry this woman and make her happy for the rest of her life!"

Sumia: I... I don't know what to say. But in truth, I've felt the same way
since the very first pie... before that, even. I've known from the start that
nothing made me happier than... being with you. But, I never dreamed... Not
in a thousand... I mean, me? Marry royalty?!

Chrom: You shall be the finest royal bride the realm has ever seen! Er, that
is... if you consent?

Sumia: Of COURSE I'll marry you!

Chrom: No words ever rang as sweet! But now we must make it official. Will
you wear this for me?

Sumia: B-but this ring bears the crest of the royal family of Ylisse! Are you
sure I'm allowed to have such a treasure?

Chrom: This was crafted to commemorate my birth, and later given to me by my
father. Since my earliest days I have planned to bestow it to the woman I
would marry. It is yours now. A symbol of our everlasting love and affection.

Sumia: Oh, Chrom, I'm... I'm so honored. I will treasure it all of my days.

Chrom: Then our future is sure to be filled with happiness and pies, both!

Sumia: Oh, yes! We shall have pies morning, noon, and night! ...Er, but would
you mind terribly if we hired a cook?
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A4. Frederick C

Sumia: Frederick! What are you doing up so early?

Frederick: Good morning, Sumia. I'm inspecting everyone's weapons and armor
to ensure all is ready for battle.

Sumia: But it's not even dawn yet! Don't you ever sleep?

Frederick: I have sword to serve Chrom and the Shepherds to the best of my
ability. As commander, Chrom bears a burden far heavier than any of ours.
It would ill behoove me to neglect any opportunity to lessen that load.

Sumia: He's fortunate to have you. Imagine getting up this early just to
check gear!

Frederick: I did not stir this morn simply to satisfy myself as to our battle
readiness. I also exercised, performed a number of weapon drills, and
patrolled the camp. I then stoked the fire, readied the makings for morning
tea, and consumed one egg.

Sumia: Er...

Frederick: Oh, and I scared off a noisy flock of birds nesting too near
milord's tent. Then, with no other pressing task, I took the time to inspect
our equipment.

Sumia: Good heavens .

Frederick: Apologies, my lady. You must find my prattle to be terribly dull.
I have often been criticized for what some consider to be an excess of zeal.
Such devotion appears to make my comrades uneasy.

Sumia: Well, I think it's wonderful!

Frederick: ...You do?

Sumia: Absolutely! You're an inspiration, Frederick. There's no other word
for it.
Look at all you do for Chrom! It makes me wish I was more like you. I'm so
sick of being the girl whose main contribution is falling on her face! I know
we all need levity in these times, but I would still prefer to do more.

Frederick: I don't know what to say. You're the first person who has ever
understood what I'm trying to do. Perhaps we should join our causes to each
other. We could be the grease that keeps the Shepherds running smoothly.

Sumia: Now THAT is a splendid idea!
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Frederick B

Sumia: I'm so sorry, Frederick!

Frederick: I-it's quite all right, milady. I suppose it is a bit complicated
the first time.

Sumia: But I can't believe I got lost patrolling the camp. So embarrassing!
And I don't know HOW I managed to drop that potion. That... expensive potion.
Although you did agree the broom was worn out before it broke, so that's
probably... Oh gosh, and the fire! I'm SO SORRY about the fire! You have a
spare tent, right?

Frederick: Yes, well, look on the bright side: you did a splendid job pulling
weeds. I don't see a single straggler in this entire camp!

Sumia: Well, I always liked making little chains and bracelets out of
flowers!

Frederick: ...Er, you did just pluck weeds yes? Not the flowers from the
flowerbeds?

Sumia: Flower... beds? Oh, HORSE PLOP! It's true! All I'm good for is falling
on my face! I'm going to go back to bed and pull the covers over my head.

Frederick: Please, milady, no! You mustn't give up.

Sumia: B-but...

Frederick: The most important part of any battle is that you give your all.
Everything you did today was out of consideration for your fellow Shepherds.
And if the results were less than optimal? Well, it's not the worst thing in
the world. So long as you strive to help people, success will eventually find
its way to you.

Sumia: Oh, Frederick! If you really think so then I promise not to give up!
Perhaps I could make little flower necklaces for everyone!

Frederick: ...Please don't.
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Frederick A

Frederick: Hmm... What to do, what to do...

Sumia: Hello, Frederick. Is something wrong?

Frederick: Ah, Sumia. Yes, something IS wrong! This horse escaped the paddock
during the night. I managed to catch it by the bridle, but the foul beast
refuses to be led back!

Sumia: Oh, is that all? Here, let me try.

Frederick: No, milady, it's too dangerous! The brute is practically frothing
at the mouth!

Sumia: Oh, don't be silly... There, what a nice horsey... Shhhhhh... Auntie
Sumia won't hurt you, I promise. But if you stay out here, the wolves might
get you. Let's go back to your friends.

Frederick: By the nine heavens! It's moving!

Sumia: We'll be fine, Frederick. I'll make sure this brave guy gets back
safe.

Frederick: You have a gift, milady. I thought the creature would die on this
very spot.

Sumia: Oh, he just needed some encouragement is all. It's kind of like how
you aid and motivate Chrom! Humans and horses both need friends to lean on
sometimes.

Frederick: Still, you performed a great service, and I am in your debt.

Sumia: Oh, really, it's not a big-
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Frederick: Do not be modest, milady! I might have wrestled that beast all day
without you!

Sumia: Yes, possibly. Except, well, the thing is... See, last night, I fed
the horses.
And you know the latch on the gate? The one you're supposed to close?
Weeell, there's a teensy-tinesy possibility I might have left it... kind
of... open.

Frederick: By the gods! So it was you who let this demon beast free!
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Frederick S

Sumia: Frederick! I've been meaning to thank you! You're the one who polisehd
my armor to such a lovely sheen, right?

Frederick: I... wasn't sure you noticed.

Sumia: Of course I noticed! My plate and weapons have never looked so good...
Why, I glittered like a lighthouse on my ride today! ...I actually felt
pretty.

Frederick: You are always beautiful to me, Sumia. In truth, I've eyes for no
one else.

Sumia: Hee hee! Not even Chrom?

Frederick: 'Tis no laughing matter, milady! I serve Chrom because I have
sworn to do so. He is my lord and master. But when in your presence, I cannot
tear my eyes from you. I am captivated! True, at first it was because I
feared you might blunder into a nearby tree... But soon I found myself gazing
at you whenever the opportunity permitted.

Sumia: Oh, Frederick...

Frederick: Please, milady. Would you do me the honor of accepting this gift?

Sumia: ...This is the most beautiful ring I've ever seen, Frederick. Does it
mean what I think it means?

Frederick: My heart is yours, milady. Now and forever, if you would only but
claim it.

Sumia: But why? I'm so inept at everything! Weeding, fire starting, wagon
repair...

Frederick: None of that matters, so long as you are by my side!

Sumia: I just can't imagine... Gods, this ring is so shiny. You must have
polished it for days. Frederick, this is the nicest thing that anyone has
ever done for me...

Frederick: You deserve it and more. Were that I could, I would present you
with the moon herself.

Sumia: I don't want the moon, Frederick. I just want you! So yes! Yes and yes
and yes again! You've made me the happiest woman alive!
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A4. Gaius C

Sumia: Oh, there you are, Gaius!

Gaius: Easy... Eeeeeeasy... Alllmost theeeere...

Sumia: Gaius? Gaaaaaaius! HEY! GAIUS!

Gaius: SHHHHH! Quiet down! Can't you see I'm busy here?!

Sumia: Oh, sorry...

Gaius: Aw, horse plop. It flew away.

Sumia: Huh? What flew away? Hey, what are you doing, anyway?

Gaius: I'm bee watching. Or at least, I was.

Sumia: Oh, I didn't know you liked insects!

Gaius: I don't. I was just trying to figure out where that little fellow
lives.

Sumia: You mean its hive? Ah-hah! NOW I get it!

Gaius: ...What do you get?

Sumia: You're looking for bee larvae!

Gaius: Ugh, gross. No!

Sumia: They're considered a great delicacy among fine society back at the
capital. You know, I always suspected you had a sophisticated palate...

Gaius: I have NO idea what you're blathering about, Stumbles.

Sumia: Hey! You should let me help you find some bee larvae! I mean, since I
scared your little bee friend away and all.

Gaius: Uh... wow, look at the time! I gotta fly.

Sumia: Oh. All right. But you MUST tell me when you go out again, all right?
I insist! Bye, Gaius!

Gaius: ...Bee larvae? Crivens, I'll never understand these fancy city folk.
Welp, no honey for me today. Maybe I'll try again tomorrow...
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Gaius B

Gaius: Heh heh. There's bound to be a hive around here somewhere. Plus, this
meadow of tall flowers should hide me from that oddball noblewoman...

Sumia: Hey, Gaius!

Gaius: Oh, come on! Really?

Sumia: Hee hee. Isn't this field sooo pretty? Now, let me guess... You're
here to hunt bee larvae, right? Ha ha! I KNEW it! In that case, I'm here to
help!

Gaius: Look, Stumbles, I don't want to be rude or anything, but I'd rather
get help from-

Sumia: What kind of flowers do flowers do bees like most? The little purple
ones? Those are pretty!

Gaius: Hey! Hello? I'm trying to insult you here!

Sumia: Ooh ooh ooh oooh! Look, Gaius! A bee, a bee!

Gaius: Huh? Wh-where?!

Sumia: There! It's flying toward the forest beyond the meadow.

Gaius: You're right. I'll bet a custard pie there's a beehive somewhere in
those trees... Right, I'm going to check it out. You stay here and weave
flower bracelets or--- Huh? Where'd she go?

Sumia: Oh, Gaaaius! Yoo-hoo! I've found the beehive! Now, I just... *grunt*
have to... *grunt* pull it off this branch...

Gaius: What in the... Are you mad, woman?! You can't just go grabbing
beehives!

Sumia: EEEEK! Bees! Bees! Oh gods, they're everywhere!

Gaius: I warned you, you daft--- Um, what are you doing? H-hey! Don't run
TOWARD me!

Sumia: Here's your beehive, Gaius---catch! Sorry, gotta run! See you later!

Gaius: Good heavens, she's fast. But what am I supposed to do with--- Gah!
BEES! Thousands of them! Aaaaaaaaaargh!
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Gaius A

Gaius: Ouch! Ow ow ow ow ow... I didn't know it was possible to get stung
this much. ...And live, I mean.

Sumia: Oh, I'm so sorry, Gaius. I can't help thinking that it was partly my
fault.
I mean, I'm the one who took the hive. Oh, and then gave it to you...

Gaius: Don't worry about it, Stumbles. I got what I was looking for.

Sumia: The bee larvae?

Gaius: No, not bee larvae! Who eats that, anyway? I wanted this sweet, sweet
honey. Look at that golden, syrupy shine... Mmmmmm...

Sumia: Oh. Well, I suppose honey is good. It's no bee larvae, but... Say, do
you mind if I just try a little bit? Maybe just a quick tast---OW!

Gaius: Your arm bothering you there? Here, lemme look.

Sumia: *Sniff* I-if you insist...

Gaius: Your elbow's swollen up like a turnip! Were you stung or something?

Sumia: Y-yes, but... I didn't want to mention it because you had all those
stings.
And you seemed so happy about the honey, s-so I didn't want to spoil it...

Gais: This kid's braver and more thoughtful than I realized...

Sumia: Sorry, what was that?

Gaius: Listen, Stumbles, do you like sweets? Cakes? Candies? That sort of
thing?

Sumia: Oh, of course! Especially the pretty ones.

Gaius: Well then, maybe you should have this.

Sumia: B-but, that's your honey! You worked so hard for it!

Gaius: Hey, you saw the bee, found the hive, AND collected it. I just ran for
my life. Seems to me this belongs to you as much as anyone.

Sumia: Oh, Gaius...

Gaius: You know, all this time I thought you were just another strange noble.
But I was wrong. I'd be honored to call you a friend.

Sumia: "My friend, Gaius..." Hee hee. It DOES have a pleasant ring to it,
doesn't it? Oh, you know what we should do, now that we're friends? Collect
more honey!

Gaius: Er, no thanks. I think my honey-hunting days are done...
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Gaius S

Sumia: Hello, Gaius.

Gaius: Sumia! Just the girl I wanted to see. I've got something for you.

Sumia: Oh, isn't that funny? I have something for you, too.

Gaius: You don't say?

Sumia: I used that honey you gave me to bake a crowberry cake. It's the first
time I've baked with honey, so if it tastes awful, just let me know.

Gaius: You made me... cake? Out of honey...? That's the nicest thing
anyone...
Oh gods, it looks so gooood... Mmmmrrraaaaaggghhh... ...Er, yes. Right. Lemme
just set the cake down for a second. Listen, Sumia. I neeed to tell you
something.

Sumia: Hee hee. That's so crazy! Because I have something to tell YOU!

Gaius: Yeah, okay, that's great. But listen, before we get into that---

Sumia: I love you, Gaius! ...... Um, was that too sudden?

Gaius: Uhhhhh...

Sumia: I'm sorry! But ever since I realized it, I've been dying to tell you!

Gaius: I wish you'd waited.

Sumia: You... do?

Gaius: Look, when we started this conversation, I told you I had something
for you, right? Well, you kind of took the starch out of my muffin, but...
here.

Sumia: Oh my gosh, Gaius, it's a ring! Does this mean...?

Gaius: I'm kind of in love with you, too, Sumia. And I thought maybe you
might like to be my wife. In fact, I'll do all the cooking if you just keep
making those cakes.

Sumia: Oh, Gaius! YES! Er, but it actually took me 23 tries to get that last
cake right.

Gaius: It did? ...Well, never mind, then. I'll bake the cakes, too.

Sumia: But we'll still be able to collect honey together, right?!

Gaius: Er, you know what? You just sit back and let me take care of
everything...
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A4. Henry C

Sumia: Oh no, oh no... What do I do now?

Henry: Hey-o, Sumia! What's shaking? I heard some almighty smash over here!

Sumia: I was carrying this huge stack of bowls, and I tripped on... well,
something, and-

Henry: Nya ha ha! Look at all the smashed crockery! That's hilarious!

Sumia: Ugh! What am I going to do? How is everyone going to eat?! I can't
just pour the soup in a trough and make them share! Or maybe I could...?

Henry: Hey, no need for the soup buffet. I can fix the bowls.

Sumia: Really? But how?

Henry: I'm a mage! I just wave my wand and mutter a little incantation...
Humina humina humina... Presto! The busted bowls are busted no more!

Sumia: Holy snap! That's amazing!

Henry: Yeah, it's just a temporary hex, unfortunately. Tomorrow they'll be in
pieces again. But at least folks won't have to eat out of their hats tonight.

Sumia: N-no, that's fine! This gives me time to buy new ones tomorrow. It's
funny, I used to think magic was all scary and weird, but I guess not.

Henry: Oh, that spell can certainly be used for evil. All it does is reverse
time. See, so if something bad happens to someone and you cast it on them...
They have to experience that same tragedy over and over again! Nya ha!

Sumia: Oh, that sounds horrible!

Henry: I know, right? It is! Nya ha ha!
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Henry B

Sumia: Thank you again for the help with the bowls, Henry.

Henry: No problem! Us dark mages love to help others.

Sumia: It was just like you said- those fixed bowls ended up falling apart
again.

Henry: Yeah... Even crockery cannot escape the blood-soaked hand of fate.

Sumia: Um, gross? Anyway, I think it's great you use hexes to help people
instead of... Well, whatever nasty thing you could be doing.

Henry: Nya ha! Yeah, it feels pretty great to be able to help other.

Sumia: You know, you could do all kinds of things with that reverse-time
spell. Like, revive dead crops, or mend broken arrows during battle, or...
whatever!

Henry: Saaay, I could, couldn't I? I like the way you think, Sumia! Those are
some hex-cellent ideas!

Sumia: Gosh, do you really think so? I don't normally have good ideas. Most
of them are awful, to be honest. I'm not a magic genius like you.

Henry: Would you maybe want to try your hand at a little... dark magic?

Sumia: Well, I have always kind of wondered what it would be like...

Henry: Say no more! ...Er, but give me a little time to get things ready.
Next time we meet, you'll be flinging spells like a pro!

Sumia: You'd do that for me?

Henry: Of course! I always wanted to ride a pegasus, after all.

Sumia: Waaait. What kind of hex are you planning here?

Henry: Nya ha ha! You'll see!
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Henry A

*Note: In the beginning, they switch bodies. Henry is Sumia, and Sumia is
Henry.

Henry: H-Henry! Wh-what's happening? What have you done to me?!

Sumia: Isn't it obvious? You're me, and I'm you! Clever curse, eh?

Henry: AAAAAARGH!

Sumia: Whoa! Careful with my vocal chords there! Besides, you're the one who
wanted to cast spells, right?

Henry: This is NOT what I had in mind!

Sumia: Well, you're about as magic as an old sock, so this was the only way.
And while you cast some hexes, I'm going to ride your pegasus all over camp!
Woo-hoo! I'm gonna swoop down on people and drop stuff on their heads!

Henry:  B-but, wh-what if you fall off?! You might hurt me!

Sumia: Pfft! You fall on your face 10 times a day! This body is made of
rubber.

Henry: Okay, but what about YOUR body? It seems pretty flimsy, to be honest.
What if I trip into a ditch and snap these little chicken legs of yours?

Sumia: Well, if you're THAT worried about it, I guess we can switch back...

Henry: I think that would be for the best. I'm sorry to disappoint you.

Sumia: Hey, no worries! This bodice is kind of freaking me out anyway. Okay,
here goes... KA- BLAMMMO!
(They switch bodies back)
Henry: ...There. All better.

Sumia: That was... weird.

Henry: You didn't get to spin any dark magic, though. Aren't you
disappointed?

Sumia: No. It was a bad idea in the first place. What if I'd curse you by
mistake? What if I'd turn your guts into pudding or whatever it is you dark
mages do?

Henry: That would have been awesome! But still, I'm glad you're worried about
me.

Sumia: You're a good friend, Henry. Of course I'm worried.

Henry: Aw, thanks, Sumia. Next time, I'll make sure to look out for you.

Sumia: We're not going to switch bodies again, are we?

Henry: Of course we are! I haven't had a chance to ride your pegasus yet!
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Henry S

Sumia: Well? How did you enjoy your first pegasus ride?

Henry: Ohmigosh! First it was like... WOOOOO! And then we were like...
PSHAAAW! It was totally fantastic! Thanks for loaning me your body.

Sumia: I'm happy I could help.

Henry: Er, but when I was borrowing your body, I noticed something... funny.

Sumia: Funny...?

Henry: Your heart was racing constantly! I felt giddy and dizzy at the same
time. I think you should see a healer soon. What if you have a murmur?

Sumia: Um, actually, Henry, what I have can't be fixed by a healer.

Henry: Oh, and I also noticed it gets a lot worse when you're around me. Now,
it could be a systemic cardiovascular issue, but I'm thinking-

Sumia: It's not that. Think hard, and I believe you'll figure it out.

Henry: ..... Oh, wow... I get it now. We have the exact same ailment!

Sumia: We do?

Henry: I think you're amazing, Sumia, and when you're around, my heart goes
nuts. So... it sounds like maybe you've got the same thing going on, right?

Sumia: I know it's a bit odd, but I think I've fallen in love with you,
Henry.

Henry: Great! That means I didn't waste my money buying you that ring!

Sumia: Ring? Oh my goodness! How did that get on my finger?

Henry: I bought it when I took over your body. It made the fitting a breeze!

Sumia: You wanted to borrow my body so you could check my ring size?! B-but
the jeweler might think I'm a pathetic spinster buying her own ring!

Henry: Oh, yeah. He definitely thinks that. Anyway, do you like it?

Sumia: Of course I do, Henry. It's beautiful. You've cast the best hex of
all... And I couldn't be happier!
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Maribelle!

A5. Chrom C

Maribelle: Oh! Good day, milord.

Chrom: Hello, Maribelle. ...And just Chrom is fine, please.

Maribelle: A-are you here all alone? Goodness, but there's a chill in the air
today! Would you care for a cup of tea?

Chrom: Well, I won't say no. ...Thank you. You're very kind.

Maribelle: Oh, please! For a noblewoman of Ylisse, serving royalty is a high
honor!

Chrom: In times of peace, maybe. But this is war. Kings, nobles, and peasants
alike are all just comrades-in-arms. So please, don't wear yourself out
trying to look after me.

Maribelle: Yes, but-

Chrom: You've been fighting as hard as any of us. You must be exhausted.

Maribelle: Well... I confess I sometimes find myself wishing for a respite.
But then I remind myself how much harder it must be for you! Heavy lies the
crown and all that, yes? So it's my duty to help you however I can!

Chrom: Your dedication is appreciated, Maribelle. ...A bit extreme, maybe,
but appreciated. Just promise to look after yourself as well. Will you do
that? ...For me?

Maribelle: Your wish is my command, milord. But first let me bring you that
tea!

Chrom: I'll take it. Thanks.

Maribelle: I so very much enjoy our time together... I pray we find
opportunity to do it again.

Chrom: I hope so, too.
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Chrom B

Maribelle: Tsk! The pool of suspects grows large by the moment!

Chrom: Er, sorry. Who's a suspect now?

Maribelle: Oh, milord! I didn't see you there! I was just going over my...
list.

Chrom: Uh-oh. This can't be good. What list is that?

Maribelle: I've been keeping track of men who may be getting too close to
Lissa! My darling is a bewitching vixen, even if she doesn't realize the
power of her charms. So when these lecherous men get too close, I drive them
back from the ramparts!

Chrom: ...You aren't joking, are you. Why on earth would you do such a
thing?!

Maribelle: Isn't it obvious? Lissa is your younger sister, and princess to
the royal house of Ylisse! It falls upon me, her bosom friend and true
companion, to save her from scallywags!

Chrom: ...Scallywags? Er, look, Maribelle. I think my sister can guard her
own ramparts just fine.

Maribelle: Ha! Don't be so naive! It seems even great men are blind when it
comes to matters of the heart!

Chrom: Hey! I am NOT blind! ...And you're being paranoid! There's no harm in
Lissa having a few friends among her comrades-in-arms.

Maribelle: That they are comrades makes them more dangerous! Snakes in the
den, says I! As such, I've put a strict screening process in place. Any man
who would speak to Lissa must first be interviewed by me. Many times. AND
provide supporting documentation, of course!

Chrom: ...Heh. I guess in a way it's reassuring to know that Lissa has you
watching over her. Well then, I'll trust you to keep her safe for me.

Maribelle: Of course, milord! A woman of my position would offer no less!
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Chrom A

Maribelle: Milord! I hope this day finds you well.

Chrom: As well as can be expected.

Maribelle: If there is anything I can do to ease your burden, you will let me
know, won't you?

Chrom: Of course. Thank you, Maribelle. But you really need to stop
exhausting yourself on my behalf. I don't deserve it.

Maribelle: Bite your tongue! Serving you is sheer delight! Why, I'd gladly
lay down my life for you and Lissa.

Chrom: Well let's hope it never comes to that. I don't want anyone dying for
my sake.

Maribelle: But on such a day, I would be first in line to thrust myself upon
the enemy's pikes!

Chrom: That reminds me: I talked to some soldiers who saw you get captured by
Plegia. They say that, as the Plegian army approached, you went out to meet
them. That you parleyed with their captain, asking them to withdraw from
Ylisse. And that the honorless curs responded by taking you hostage. Tell me
the truth, Maribelle: Did you do this for me and Lissa?

Maribelle: ...I thought to protect you and Lissa from danger. That was my
only goal. I know it was wrong of me to take such drastic action without
consulting you. But you must believe me when I say-

Chrom: Enough, Maribelle. I believe you. But I need you to promise
something... You must never take such a rash action again. Do you understand?

Maribelle: Yes, but-

Chrom: Just as you care for me and Lissa, so do we care about you. We would
never forgive ourselves if you cam to harm for our sake.

Maribelle: Y-you... are too kind, milord. I solemnly swear that I will never
do such a foolish thing again.

Chrom: It wasn't foolish, Maribelle. It was brave and... noble. But if we
don't fight as equals in this war, we have no hope of winning it. And if
Lissa and I were to lose you... It would be a pain we couldn't bear.

Maribelle: I... Well, I... It won't happen again, milord. I swear it!

Chrom: We must stand shoulder to shoulder. Divided we fall, but together we
rise!
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Chrom S

Maribelle: Milord! I brewed elderberry tea and buttered some crumpets. Won't
you rest a spell?

Chrom: Well, since you've gone to all this trouble... Wait. Is this
gooseberry jam? It was my favorite as a child! How did you know that?

Maribelle: A little bird told me...

Chrom: A little bird named Lissa, I wager. Heh heh, that girl...

Maribelle: Oh, how I envy your sister... You have such affection for her...
And you have spent a lifetime together... How can I ever compare?

Chrom: Maribelle, what are you talking about? Lissa's my sister. You're my...
friend.

Maribelle: Yes, but you are also royalty and... And you're surrounded by all
these fine and noble women! All the time! Lissa and her friends... The court
ladies... Oh, you must have such wonderful times! I feel so dreary and plain
by compare.

Chrom: Wonderful times?! Hah! Royal court is dull as an anvil. It's my duty
to attend, but that's all. ...And it's a loathsome duty at that.

Maribelle: B-but... beautiful admirers hang upon your every word! So how
could there possibly be room in your life for... What I mean is... How will
you ever find a place for me in your heart?

Chrom: Um, I'm sorry, did you just say...

Maribelle: ...Wait. Did I say that out loud? ...I said that out loud, didn't
I? ...Loudly. OH GODS! Chrom, PLEASE pretend you didn't hear that! I don't
know what came over me! Curse this blasted battle fatigue! My mind must be on
the moon!Oh, that the ground might open up and swallow this foolish creature!

Chrom: Maribelle! Get ahold of yourself!

Maribelle: Er... *ahem* Forgive me, milord. I... I don't know what came over
me. ...Again.

Chrom: Listen, are you-

Maribelle: Would you mind terribly if we started over? I have something
important to tell you, and it deserves a better beginning.

Chrom: Well, I think you already told me... Er, but please. Do go on.

Maribelle: Milord, I am... deeply and madly in love with you! I always have
been so, even when we were but children. Yet I've never been able to confess
this shameful secret. You were always surrounded by those fine court ladies,
and I... Well, I felt so coarse and provincial! I was ashamed, and so kept my
feelings hidden.

Chrom: I... see.

Maribelle: B-but now I just don't care anymore! I had to confess, and I'm
glad I did. It's like a horrible weight has been lifted from my shoulders!

Chrom: You really should have told me earlier, Maribelle. Because the truth
is... I feel the same for you.

Maribelle: T-truly? Oh, Chrom, don't jest with me! Not about this!

Chrom: I assure you, I am not jesting. I've loved you since we were young.
Your poise, your consideration for others...

Maribelle: M-milord... Are you truly...

Chrom: Perhaps this will convince you of the sincerity of my feelings.

Maribelle: Oh, heavens. It's a ring! ...And it bears the crest of House
Ylisse! Y-you would have me wear this treasure?

Chrom: My parents had it crafted to celebrate my birth. I've always kept it
safe because I knew someday I would give it away. I would give it to the
woman I wanted for a lifelong companion. ...For a wife. So yes, I want you to
have it.

Maribelle: This is a dream come true. I'll never take it off!

Chrom: I wonder how Lissa is going to take this news?

Maribelle: Lissa? Oh thunder, she'll be more excited than anyone! "My big
brother is FINALLY getting married," she'll say!

Chrom: Ha ha! You know, I think you're right.
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A5. Frederick C

Maribelle: Hmm...

Frederick: Ah, Maribelle. I hope you are well.

Maribelle: Yes, thank you, Frederick. It's good that you're here; I wanted to
talk to you. Is it true what they say? That you're a professionally trained
steward?

Frederick: A steward? Gracious, no. I wouldn't have a clue about such work. I
am a knight, milady.

Maribelle: Oh? That's not what I heard. But I suppose rumors have a way of...
..Er, what are you doing?

Frederick: I am laying out Princess Lissa's garments for the morrow.

Maribelle: ...That seems like something a steward would do.

Frederick: I suppose. But I only do so if I have spare time after... killing
and such.

Maribelle: And what will you do after you finish laying out these garments?

Frederick: I shall check on the dinner preparations and then plan tomorrow's
menu.

Maribelle: You ARE a steward!

Frederick: My good lady, while some of my duties may resemble those of a
steward, I assure you-

Maribelle: I have spent a lifetime in noble houses, and you, sir, are a
steward! Serving tea? Dusting china? Polishing the good silver? You are most
definitely a-

Frederick: I AM NOT A STEWARD! ...I just like things to be neat and tidy.

Maribelle: Well, you're terribly good at it. So perhaps you should come to my
manor and instruct my staff?

Frederick: Milady, I don't think-

Maribelle: Frankly, it's impossible to get good help these days! Our head
steward is so old, and he's off with the gout nearly every other day. Now, we
don't want to work the poor man to death - just think of the scandal! But a
house can't maintain itself, and what will we do when he kicks the bucket?

Frederick: ...Your sympathy is touching.

Maribelle: Eventually yes, we'll have to put out our poor old steward out to
pasture. But I would consider it a personal favor if you trained our young
staff in the interim. I'm sure there are so many things you could teach them!
..This is just until we have a new man in place, of course.

Frederick: Milady, for the last time, I am a knight! I am not, nor have I
ever been, a ste-

Maribelle: Fine! Then just show them how to tidy up or whatever it is you do
around here! You teach recruits how to fight, yes? This is the same, except
you fight filth.

Frederick: Well, yes. It's true that I help instruct the younger Shepherds...
But they are the best and brightest of the realm, and I merely offer advice.

Maribelle: Oh, good heavens. You couldn't POSSIBLY make this any more
complicated! Fine then. Why don't YOU teach ME so I can teach THEM?

Frederick: Teach... you, milady?

Maribelle: I'm nothing if not best and bright! So, yes. You shall teach me
tidiness. And once I've learned your secrets, I can put our manor back to
order myself!

Frederick: Well, I suppose that is acceptable...
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Frederick B

Frederick: Ahem! Maribelle? Milady? It's morning. Time to wake up.

Maribelle: Unnngh... m-morning? Already? Wait one second! Where's the sun?!
It's pitch black outside!

Frederick: A steward's day begins before dawn. And unless I am mistaken, you
expressed a desire to study the arts of stewardship.

Maribelle: Ugh, yes, I did say that, didn't I? At least, I think I did...

Frederick: Good. Then let us begin with our morning duties. A steward must
prepare tea for the lords and ladies before they wake.

Maribelle: *YAAAAAAWN* I'm SOOO tired... But I suppose I can manage to boil
a- Oh, blast! The stupid kettle fell over!

Frederick: Then please boil the water again. And this time, do so carefully.
Now, as you have wasted a pot of your master's finest tea, what do you say?

Maribelle: Really, now! This is simply... Oh, all right! I'm sorry for
spilling the stupid tea and blah blah whatever.

Frederick: UNACCEPTABLE! ...Now then. Try it again, this time like you mean
it.

Maribelle: *Grumble, grumble* Oh, dearest Lord Frederick, please forgive my
clumsiness! It shall never happen again! (...Because next time I'll spill it
on your stupid head.)

Frederick: I shall assume your mumbling was all aboveboard. Now then! We must
prepare the silverware. Today you are in charge of spoons.

Maribelle: ...Who does he think he is, making me polish cutlery? I'm a LADY!
I ought to polish that lance of his and cram it up his... Here you are
milord! All done, milord! Does the shininess please milord?

Frederick: ..... UNACCEPTABLE! I want to see my reflection on the surface.
..Start again.

Maribelle: GRRRRRRRRR!
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Frederick A

Frederick: Ah, Maribelle! Up early, I see.

Maribelle: You know, once you get used to it, this early morning lark isn't
so bad.

Frederick: Excellent. Shall we proceed with our training, then? First you
must boil the tea, and then I have a chest of silverware that needs
polishing.

Maribelle: Wait, Frederick! Let me take that.

Frederick: Excuse me?

Maribelle: It's just... I'm worried about the foot you hurt in battle the
other day. You should be trying to rest.

Frederick: Well, I concede the injury is troubling me somewhat... Frankly,
I'm flattered you noticed. No one else has.

Maribelle: It's thanks to the steward training you've been kind enough to
give me. I spot details like that all the time now. ...Well then, milord?
Tea?

Frederick: My, but this tea is excellent! Are you using a new leaf?

Maribelle: It's a special vulnerary concoction for your foot. I spoke to the
apothecary last night, and he said it came highly recommended.

Frederick: Why, Maribelle...

Maribelle: Y-yes?

Frederick: You have taken my lessons to heart and understand the true spirit
of service!

Maribelle: Do you think so?

Frederick: I may not be a steward, but I constantly strive to be a better
knight. Consideration for others... Willingness to assist any in need... I
speak, of course, of the spirit of service that is at the core of chivalry.

Maribelle: I never made the connection...

Frederick: Weaponry and horsemanship can be taught to any capable of swinging
a blade. But the spirit of chivalry comes from within! Maribelle, you have
shown that you understand what it means to serve others.

Maribelle: Frederick, I'm... honored that you think so. I'm going to keep up
my training and never forget your lessons!

Frederick: Good! Nothing pleases me more than inspiring a love of service!

Maribelle: Oh, you WILL continue to give me lessons, won't you, Frederick?

Frederick: If that is your wish, milady.
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Frederick S

Frederick: How do you find it?

Maribelle: It's delicious, Frederick! You do make a wonderful cup of
elderberry tea.

Frederick: And yet it hardly compares to your own brew, Maribelle.

Maribelle: Frederick, dear. I've been thinking... When this beastly war is
over, are you sure you won't consider coming to the manor?

Frederick: B-but we had an arrangement. You were to teach your domestic
staff...

Maribelle: Yes, I know. But the more I think about it, the more I realize it
simply MUST be you. ...Please? Not even for a short while? Because then we
could......Well, you see... We could be together more often.

Frederick: Together as servant and lady? No, I must refuse.

Maribelle: Do you hate me, Frederick? ...Am I so awful to look upon?

Frederick: In truth, I have grown... very fond of you. More, perhaps, than
you suspect.

Maribelle: Wh-what do you mean?

Frederick: So fond, in fact, that I would be willing to join your household
on one condition... That you take me as your husband! Maribelle, my love!
Will you do me the honor?

Maribelle: Is that a ring? For ME?! Gods, it's beautiful!

Frederick: The stone is modest, but I polished it until it shone as radiant
as you, milady. Won't you please accept it?

Maribelle: Oh, Frederick... Of COURSE I will!
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A5. Virion C

Maribelle: Virion?

Virion: Ah, milady! 'Tis a pleasure to be in the company of one so beautiful.
Your eyes-

Maribelle: Charmed, I'm sure. But flattery so freely given quickly loses its
luster. If you insist on calling yourself a noble, you must take care of what
you say and do. Your words and deeds reflect not only upon yourself, but all
men of breeding.

Virion: Then, fair lady, you must tell me the best way to polish my noble
reputation... Perhaps we can have a first lesson tonight over dinner? Just
the two of us, mmm?

Maribelle: Absolutely not! I can't be seen consorting with a rogue such as
yourself!

Virion: You wound me, milady! Harsh words for one whose love for you is
deeper than the sea.

Maribelle: Don't play me for a fool, cad. You've more love for that frilly
shirt than for me.

Virion: She wounds me yet again! What will it take to prove my sincerity,
dear lady?

Maribelle: I can tell you this: honey-coated words alone will not be enough.

Virion: Then by my deeds I shall win you, and the bards will sing of our
love!
(Virion leaves)

Maribelle: Any singer who utters even a word will have a quick answer from my
parasol!
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Virion B

Virion: And so we find ourselves come to this...

Maribelle: Is something troubling you, Virion? You stand as if you have the
weight of the world on your shoulders.

Virion: You see to the core of me, my lady. I'd thought to hide my troubles
from you. But 'tis true: I bear a terrible weight that threatens to crush me
with every step. And your kind, loving eyes have spied it at first blush!

Maribelle: Er...

Virion: I find that war makes people ever so eager to whine. Don't you agree?
"I can't march another step! Why must we carry all these spare bows?!" And so
on. I had to engage in a full retreat just to give my poor ears a rest.

Maribelle: Is THAT why you wouldn't advance with the rest of us during the
previous fighting? Gods, what madness! What's wrong with you, Virion?! The
fact I have even a moment's concern for your welfare boggles the mind.

Virion: B-but... did you see the way I came running onto the battlefield at
the end? It was magnificent! Why, our foes all but fled in terror at the
sight of me!

Maribelle: Was this before or after you let yourself get surrounded? Before
or after you panicked and forced Chrom to rescue you?

Virion: All part of the plan! By playing the decoy, I lured the enemy into
our snare. They don't call me Virion the Cunning for nothing, you know.

Maribelle: You are the most dishonest and silly man I've ever had the
misfortune to meet. You call yourself a nobleman? Ha! I've met scullery maids
more noble. You, sir, are an embarrassment to men of good breeding
everywhere.

Virion: Enough! It's one thing to consider me superficial, but dishonest?
Silly? Milady's ravishing beauty hides a tongue that cuts too deep. But alas,
it's not the first time I've been hurt by words so ill considered.

Maribelle: I'm... I'm sorry, Virion. I should not have spoken so harshly.

Virion: W-would you excuse me for a while? I have some thinking to do.
(Virion leaves)

Maribelle: Wait! Don't go! I didn't mean what I said! ...Er, at least not all
of it!
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Virion A

Maribelle: Hello, Virion. I've not seen much of you as of late... Are you
keeping well?

Virion: Well enough. Busy with noble deeds and so forth. ...Keeping up the
good name.

Maribelle: Er, Virion, about before...

Virion: I should go, milady. Forgive me.

Maribelle: Oh, yes. Yes, of course. It's just that... Well, you haven't been
yourself recently. You seem tired. I rather miss my lively old Virion.

Virion: Milady, when you called me dishonest, it gave me a pause. Am I a
credit to noblility? Do I bring honor to house and peer? Can I yet be better?
I am unused to thinking such things, and my ponderings gave me a terrific
headache. I've barely had a bite to eat and grow ever thinner by the day. If
I think any harder, I fear I shall simply waste away.

Maribelle: Hah!

Virion: Scorn does not become you, milady.

Maribelle: My apoligies. But I promise, I'm not mocking your plight. I just
find this ever so amusing. For you see, you have already proven me wrong and
don't even realize it.

Virion: Hmm? You have me at a disadvantage, sweet lady.

Maribelle: I said you were superficial and dishonest. A blight on all who
hold goo blood. But here you stand, anguishing about whether you are worthy
or not. That alone proves your worth!

Virion: ...For true? A great relief if you feel so. Now I think... I must
away to... the inn...

Maribelle: Virion? Virion! H-help! Someone! Virion has collapsed!

Virion: F-forgive me. I haven't eaten a morsel all day, and I suddenly flet
quite dizzy.

Maribelle: You fainted because you were hungry? I thought you'd suffered a
mortal wound!

Virion: Perhaps if I had some salted pork... And bread... And an apple or
two...

Maribelle: You are a remarkable man, in every sense of the word. Well,
instead of lunching at the inn, perhaps you might dine with me today? I
recently took down a fat boar that would be perfect in a turnip stew.

Virion: I would be honored, milady.
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Virion S

Virion: Ah, sweetest Maribelle.

Maribelle: Virion?

Virion: I want to thank you again for that wonderful stew the other day.

Maribelle: Oh, but the pleasure was mine. After all, we are friends now,
aren't we? And I did so enjoy listening to your stories. Especially the one
about getting lost in your own castle. I know that exact feeling!

Virion: It seems we have much in common, being fellow members of the noblity.
Perhaps when next we share a pot of stew, we might speak of more romantic
things?

Maribelle: There you go again with your wild japes... And just when I was
starting to form a more favorable impression. I DO hope you're no going to
disappoint me again.

Virion: It is no jest, milady, I assure you. ...And perhaps this will prove
my sincerity.

Maribelle: ...A ring? You would offer me a ring?

Virion: I have always been your most fervent admirer, milady. I spoke true
when I said my love is deeper than the sea. When you doubted me, it sent me
into a raving fit of... introspection. And so ever since, I have struggled
for a way to prove my sincerity.

Maribelle: You thought yourself into unconsiousness for... me? Oh, Virion,
that is so GALLANT!

Virion: Yes, I suppose it is rather, isn't it? I mean, now that you mention
it. And the gods saw me fit to answer my prayer in part, for now we are
friends. But milady, it is not enough... I would be more than just a friend.
I would be your companion- nay, your husband!

Maribelle: Oh... Will you ever give me peace if I refuse you? Heh... No. I
don't think you will... Very well, gallant Virion. I accept your ring.

Virion: T-truly?!

Maribelle: You should know by now that I always mean what I say. But if we
are to wed, you must pledge to put my happiness above all else. Agreed?

Virion: With every fiber of my being I agree! I shall think of nothing but!
And when this hateful war is over, I shall welcome you to my home! Our
celebration feast shall be the envy of nobles throughout the land!

Maribelle: Oh, I think not! Surely you must marry into MY house. We have no
male heirs, and my father will insist on adopting my husband.

Virion: Y-you mean... We would have to live with your parents?! Er, th-that
is to say... if milady so wishes... then of course I would be... honored? Ah
ha ha! Ha ha. Haaaaaa...
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A5. Stahl C

Stahl: Maribelle, about that favor I asked you earlier...

Maribelle: Zzzz... Oh, I do declare... My stars and garters... Frankly, my
dear Chrom, I don't... Zzzzzz...

Stahl: Um, Maribelle?

Maribelle: Huh?! Wha-?! Wh-where am I?! ...Is that you, Stahl?

Stahl: You've been studying too much, Maribelle. You need to take a break.
You can't even keep your eyes open anymore.

Maribelle: Quite frankly, sir, my rest is *yawn* Oh, pardon me! But I mean to
say that it's none of your concern, and I'm quite all right.

Stahl: It's not all right! I just caught you sleeping on your feet! Are you
feeling dizzy? Feverish? Any sudden chills?

Maribelle: I told you, I'm fine! ...I had a spot of indigestion earlier, but
that's all.

Stahl: Then I insist you try my special tonic. It works wonders on stomach
ailments.

Maribelle: Well, if you insist. Thank you. Th-this should keep me going...
for a few more days...

Stahl: Now, now. You need to sleep properly, too.

Maribelle: Yes... I know tahtsszzzzzzz...

Stahl: Er. Maribelle? ...Maribelle?
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Stahl B

Maribelle: Ah, Stahl. I wanted to thank you for your concern the other day.
That tonic did wonders for my indigestion.

Stahl: I'm delighted it helped.

Maribelle: In fact, I was wondering if you might have another dose or two to
spare...

Stahl: Are you planning to stay up all night again? Because if so-

Maribelle: If you don't want to give me any, say so and stop wasting my time!

Stahl: Eep! N-no, that's not- Er, here. Have as much as you like.

Maribelle: *Ahem* Thank you. You are too kind.

Stahl: I know it's not my concern, but please do take care of yourself,
milady.

Maribelle: ...Oh, very well. I suppose you deserve some manner of
explanation. For a long time now, my dream has been to join the royal
judiciary. A fool's dream it seems, now that I know how much I must read and
memorize...

Stahl: Yeesh! That sounds like a challenge. I envy your courage and
dedication. Er, but is there any way I might help make your dream come true?

Maribelle: I suppose I could think of something. But why on earth would you
care?

Stahl: Because I have no dreams of my own and want to live vicariously
through yours? Er, but more seriously, you're my friend! I just want to help
if I can.

Maribelle: Well, I have found myself on the limit for certain legal
documents...

Stahl: It would be an honor.

Maribelle: Excellent! And in return for your help, I shall help you discover
a dream of your own.

Stahl: Oh, that's all right. I don't have-

Maribelle: You shared your tonic, and now you are helping me with my studies.
It behooves a woman of my station to return favors promptly.

Stahl: But... living vicariously!

Maribelle: You said we are friends, did you not, sir? And what do friends do
for each other?

Stahl: *Sigh* They help each other...
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Stahl A

Stahl: I found the documents you were looking for.

Maribelle: Well, I'll be! Thank you so very much for the kind assistance. By
the by, I've drawn up a list of proposals for YOUR dream.

Stahl: Oh. I thought perhaps you might have... forgotten.

Maribelle: Right then! Don't think. Just give me the first answer that comes
to mind... Would you rather rise in Chrom's army, or run the family
apothecary?

Stahl: Hmm... Both sound quite enticing, truth be told.

Maribelle: Come now, sir! A true gentleman must have an opinion about such
matters!

Stahl: Well, I've thought about it a lot. An awful lot, in fact. And I
realized we have no idea how this world will turn out after the war. So
perhaps I should see what is best for my friends before I decide. I've never
been very good at working hard for my own benefit. If I'm not helping
someone, I just can't seem to get interested.

Maribelle: Then there is nothing I can do to assist you.

Stahl: ...Huh. I expected you to tell me to get a hold of myself or
something.

Maribelle: If you hadn't actually bothered to think about it, I would have
been livid. But you've already chosen a path. You want to do what's best for
those close to you. And once you discover a way, I'm sure you'll do your very
best to make it happen. That IS a dream, Stahl. One that demands both courage
and industry.

Stahl: Heh. I may not be much for grand causes, but I do like helping people
out.

Maribelle: A bit overly humble for my tastes, but there's no doubting your
honesty.

Stahl: Thank you! ...I think. In any case, right now my job is to help you
and Chrom. So, what else can I do for you? Any more documents that need
finding?

Maribelle: Yes, but they can wait for a while. Why don't we both have a break
with a refreshing cup of elderberry tea? I haven't had a nice chitchat in
ever so long!

Stahl: It would be my pleasure!
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Stahl S

Stahl: Maribelle, weren't you looking for this book?

Maribelle: Why, yes. How did you know?

Stahl: I've spent a lot of time with you lately. It's all kind of second
nature. Like right now, I'd wager that you want a hot cup of elderberry tea.

Maribelle: Well, now that you mention it, it is about time for a little
break. You are getting very good at anticipating my every need! Since you
started helping, I haven't once had to stay up all night. Stahl, I do believe
you have a special genius for making people's lives easier!

Stahl: I enjoy making people from all walks of life happy, Maribelle.
Although there is one person who I like making happier more than any other...
And that's you.

Maribelle: Why, Stahl... I do believe that is a ring...

Stahl: If you haven't noticed, I've become completely smitten with you.
Whether carrying books or copying obscure scrolls, my heart leaps for joy at
every task. And that's why I want to be your husband.

Maribelle: Are you sure? It would mean a lot of hard work...

Stahl: Hard work? Pshaw! If it's done in your service, it would be a joy!

Maribelle: Why, Stahl, you certainly know how to sweep a lady off her feet...
Very well. I would be honored to wear your ring.

Stahl: Then from now on, my dream shall be YOUR dream!
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A5. Vaike C

Maribelle: *Sigh*

Vaike: Uh-oh. Something troublin' ya there, Maribelle? Cares got ya down? You
can tell ol' Teach about it!

Maribelle: Oh, hello, Vaike...

Vaike: ...Wait, what? No fancy zinger? No swipes at your old friend Vaike?
That ain't you at all! This must be some serious troubles, eh?

Maribelle: ......

Vaike: Aw, come on, Maribelle. What is it?

Maribelle: Vaike? Am I a... snob?

Vaike: ...Is THAT what you're so worried about? That kinda talk never seemed
to bother you before. Why now?

Maribelle: So I AM a snob! Oh, I knew it! I've been thinking a lot about
myself and my behavior lately. And you know what? I'm a snob! A sad,
inexcusable woman who is proud and vain beyond her station...

Vaike: Whoa, hold on now! Don't be hasty. I mean, sure, when ya first got
here, ya wouldn't even look at us normal folk--

Maribelle: Yes, but you were all SO uncouth! What with the stench of the slum
about you.

Vaike: Now, see, there it is again. And just when I was startin' to think
better of ya.

Maribelle: Better of... me?

Vaike: Today's the first time I've ever heard ya even consider you might be
wrong. Dummy that I am, I thought for a moment ya might be changin' your
ways... But I guess a tigress don't slip her stripes so easily, huh?

Maribelle: Pah! I hardly think it is YOUR place to criticize ME, miscreant!

Vaike: Yeesh! The tigress kept her claws, too!
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Vaike B

Vaike: Whoa, look at them two fat, juicy apples! Luck is smilin' on ol' Teach
today!

Maribelle: Vaike? Might I have a moment?

Vaike: Well, sure. What can I do for ya?

Maribelle: I was told that Chrom wagered his dessert on some game with you
and lost. This simply will not do. Gambling in such times is beyond shameful!

Vaike: If there's shame in winning an apple fair and square, it's that it
don't happen more often!

Maribelle: Enough! You've had your fun, but it simply is not done. Hand over
the ill-gotten fruit.

Vaike: If ya want this apple, you'll have to earn it like I did--by rollin'
the dice!

Maribelle: You wish me to gamble to show you that gambling is wrong? I
believe you are missing the point...

Vaike: Well, all right. If you're too hoity-toity to toss dice with ol'
Teach, then...

Maribelle: I am NOT hoipy toipy... Hatty totty... Oh, FINE. Just give me the
dice.

Vaike: Har har! That's the spirit! Bit first, ya gotta say what YOU'RE
wagering.

Maribelle: Oh, whatever. It does not matter. Whatever you like.

Vaike: Oh? Whatever I want, I can have of you?

Maribelle: Virtue and right always prevail in the end. I've no doubt how this
contest will turn out.

Vaike: ...You ain't gambled much before, have ya?
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Vaike A

Vaike: Er, Maribelle? Milady? Would ya mind givin' this to Chrom?

Maribelle: An apple? But I lost our bet...

Vaike: Right, and that's why ya had to join me for a drink in a common
alehouse. Our wager's settled. This is just me havin' a change of heart.
Don't worry, it's fresh. I got it yesterday. Paid for it with honest coin and
everything.

Maribelle: Then am I to assume you have renounced your gambling ways?

Vaike: Well, I wouldn't go so far as to say that. Tomorrow's another day, eh?

Maribelle: Fair enough. Still, I must admit... it was quite interesting to
dine with the masses. And I ended up with an apple as well... Perhaps by
losing, I actually won out!

Vaike: Heh, you really didn't mind slumming it down with us common filth, eh?

Maribelle: It was an absolutely fascinating experience! All the smallfolk are
each so very different... I didn't even mind the smell, after a time.

Vaike: Yeah, it didn't exactly go like I planned... I thought I'd teach you a
lesson about how people take lookin' down your nose at 'em. But after ten
minutes, you had 'em all charmed. They loved you like a sister! Maybe you
ain't such a snob after all.

Maribelle: Perhaps not, tee hee. Oh but you simply MUST take me there again
sometime. Do promise me, Vaike!

Vaike: Uh... sure? I guess?

Maribelle: Splendid! It's a date. Now I must find Chrom and deliver his
apple. -leaves-

Vaike: ...The Vaike ain't wrong often, but maybe this time... I could be?
Maybe I misjudged that woman...
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Vaike S

Maribelle: ...Checkmate.
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Vaike: Aw, donkey ears! Not again! These damn noble games are like stickin'
hot needles in my brain!

Maribelle: Please. Tantrums are so unbecoming. ...Elderberry tea?

Vaike: Oh, er, sorry. ...Uh, milady. Tea would be... lovely.

Maribelle: Now don't gulp it down like a drowning fish! Sip gently... Let the
palate savor it... You did say you wanted to acquire noble manners, correct?

Vaike: Somethin' like that, yeah. I figured if you can get along with
commoners, I can learn to like nobles.

Maribelle: Your commitment is admirable. Now, what shall we have you do next?
Hmmm...

Vaike: Hey, what about--

Maribelle: Tsk! I won our last wager, remember? Next we do whatever I say.

Vaike: Ya know, for someone so against it, you sure got fond of gambling
quick!

Maribelle: This isn't gambling! It only counts if one wagers money or
valuables... Speaking of which, perhaps you'd care to show me that thing
you've been hiding?

Vaike: Wh-what? You mean this old thing? Aw, it's just--

Maribelle: It's a ring, is it not?

Vaike: Yeah, it's a ring. I ordered it special. Actually, it's... It's f-for
you. ...Milady. It's... an engagement ring... You've got a sharp tongue,
sure, but things are never dull when you're around... And old Teach just
hates it when things are full! ...So I was thinkin' maybe--

Maribelle: *ahem* Vaike, I have decided how you can settle your debt from our
last wager.

Vaike: ...Yeah?

Maribelle: Give me that ring, and make me the happiest woman in all the
realm! You may have lost the bet, but you have won my heart.

Vaike: Aw gladly, milady, gladly! ...Wait, you're saying you'll marry me,
right?
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A5. Kellam C

Maribelle: YEOWCH! Oh, for the love of all that is shiny and rich and
wonderful... All right, who left his massive suit of armor in the middle of
everything?!

Kellam: Um, actually...

Maribelle: Eeeeeek! Good heavens, Kellam, will you please stop sneaking
around like that?!

Kellam: I wasn't sneaking. And I didn't leave my armor laying around. I'm
actually still wearing it.

Maribelle: Yes, yes, yes. I should have known you were somewhere inside all
that steel plate. Speaking of which, I've been meaning to ask you about
that... Why is it that you wear such a ridiculously enormous suit of armor?
Is it a hand-me-down? Was your mother hoping you'd grow into it?

Kellam: I suppose it is a smidge bigger than the standard... But I don't see
much need to go changing things now. It protects me well enough, and I'm
plenty agile in a fight.

Maribelle: But you do realize you don't have to wear it ALL the time, right?
For heaven's sake, I've seen you wearing it at a wedding!

Kellam: Well, I happen to like it. It's my most comfy outfit.

Maribelle: Codswallop! Comfort has no place in fashion! You should listen to
me and try going without every now and then.

Kellam: I'll think about it.

Maribelle: H-hey, come back here, you oversized kipper can! I'm not finished
with you! ...Tsk. Too late. He disappeared. How DOES he do that?
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Kellam B

Maribelle: Kellam? Keeellaaam! Come out, come out, wherever you are!

Kellam: You called?

Maribelle: Here, I got these for you.

Kellam: Gosh, what nice clothes! They look expensive.

Maribelle: Well, you didn't expect I'd hand over a pile of rags, did you? Now
normally these would FAR too fine for a commoner such as yourself. But
considering the circumstances, I thought you deserved something decent.

Kellam: That's mighty kind of you, milady. But I really like my armor and-

Maribelle: I HOPE you aren't about to say that your silly armor is better
than these silks.

Kellam: I-it's just that I think I'd prefer to stay as I am, if it's all the
same to you.

Maribelle: Oh, tosh-bosh! Why be so stubborn?

Kellam: When I first joined the Shepherds, I was terrified I wouldn't be able
to fight. I thought I'd be useless in battle and end up being left behind and
forgotten. Truth be told, I was really close to quitting and jsut going home.
Not that anyone would have noticed...

Maribelle: .....

Kellam: But just when things were at their lowest, this armor arrived from
home. The whole village had pitched in to make it because they were so proud
of me. Imagine! The first boy to make it out, and now serving the prince no
less!

Maribelle: I didn't realize your story was so... inspiring.

Kellam: This armor reminded me of the hopes and dreams of the people back
home. and even if they got my size wrong, I'm going to keep wearing it!

Maribelle: Yes, well... Perhaps I was wrong to chastise you without knowing
the circumstances. I pray we can put this little incident behind us?

Kellam: Oh, of course, Maribelle. I know you were just worried about me.
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Kellam A

Kellam: Say, Maribelle? I wanted to thank you for your help on the
battlefield. If you hadn't covered my back, I wouldn't have been able to
protect everyone else.

Maribelle: Not at all. Truth be told, it's a great comfort having you at my
side. You pop up out of nowhere when I'm most in need, then melt away into
the shadows. You're like one of those faithful sidekicks in the stories
Mother used to read.

Kellam: Um, but I was standing right beside you the entire-

Maribelle: Yes, well, whatever. In any case, I'm developing a much better
opinion of you. It's so inspiring to see a poor indigent like yourself fight
for his village folk.

Kellam: Inspiring? Me? Oh no, milady. I'm just a simple farmer trying to do
his best.

Maribelle: In the future, when this beastly war is over, I hope to become a
judge advocate. I would be the first woman to ever hold such a post, so it
will not be easy. However, I have no intention of giving up, no matter how
hard the fight may be.

Kellam: That sure is brave of you! I couldn't do anything like that.

Maribelle: Oh, really? I don't know about that. I think you do it every
single day. If anyone has foresworn the easy path and chosen the hard road,
it's you.

Kellam: Oh, I don't know. I think I just like protecting folk...
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Kellam S

Kellam: Maribelle?

Maribelle: Yes?

Kellam: This is kind of sudden, but I was thinking about your dream for life
after the war. Anyway, I was thinking I might be able to help out if I was...
around.

Maribelle: How odd that you would say such a thing! I have been entertaining
the same thoughts. In truth, I've grown rather fond of having you at my side.

Kellam: Oh, I'm so glad you think that way!

Maribelle: You'll make a fine butler with a little training! Maybe a valet in
the worst case. We've been lacking one of those ever since poor Mr. Yates
went off to prison...

Kellam: Um... N-no. That's not... I don't want to come work for you.

Maribelle: Work for me? My darling, the servants in my house are like family!
You get all the major feast days off, and we even switch places on the
solstice!

Kellam: I want to MARRY you, consarnit! That's why I got you this ring!

Maribelle: ...Oh my dear good heavens.

Kellam: I know you'd be marrying below your station and all, but I don't
care. If you want moeny or crowns or whatever, then you can go find some
other man. But if you want a man who'll love you to the end of his days, then
take me.

Maribelle: *Ahem!* Yes, well, when you put it that way... I suppose we could
make the titles work. Name you a lesser duke or something.

Kellam: So is that a yes?

Maribelle: Yes, Kellam. I will be your wife. But you are NOT wearing that
armor to our wedding!
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A5. Lon'qu C

Maribelle: Lon'qu! Just what do you think you were doing in that last battle?

Lon'qu: Stabbing people.

Maribelle: I was REFERRING to your insistence on charging off faster than I
can follow! It's lovely that you're so eager to bathe in blood, but I must
insist you match my pace.

Lon'qu: Leave me, woman.

Maribelle: Ha! Spoken like a true cad! I've heard tell of you little "issue"
with women, but you'll just have to get over it.

Lon'qu: This is no problem of yours. If I bleed, it is due to my own
weakness. Each cut is a lesson. Each scar a reminder.

Maribelle: Oh, and just think how much you'll learn when you die in a heap on
the battlefield! It's my job to keep your blood inside you, and that requires
cooperation.

Lon'qu: I can patch my own wounds. Now leave me!

Maribelle: I will not! Now you just sit right there and-- I say! Get back
here this instant!
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Lon'qu B

Maribelle: Ah ha! There you are!

Lon'qu: Ugh.

Maribelle: You nearly lost your sword arm yesterday, Lon'qu! Are you aware of
this? All your warrior's pride won't be worth a whit if you can't lift a
blade!

Lon'qu: I've intensified my training so that such a thing won't happen again.
Now stop following me.

Maribelle: Not so fast!

Lon'qu: That's my arm. You're touching my arm. ...Please stop touching my
arm.

Maribelle: Not until you furnish me with a reason for this suicidal
stubbornness!

Lon'qu: Enough! I yield! Just remove your paw from me.

Maribelle: PAW?! Why, you inbred, foul-tempered, lowborn gutter rat! Are you
truly so averse to women that you must insult them at every turn?

Lon'qu: I... do not function well around them. The closer they get, the worse
it is. I beg of you, keep your distance.

Maribelle: So that's the reason you've been running off whenever I try to
heal you!

Lon'qu: I mean no offense, though I know it is taken. It would be best if you
simply accepted it.

Maribelle: Absolutely not.

Lon'qu: Why not?

Maribelle: Because it's unacceptable! You always speak of growing stronger,
yet here's a glaring weakness to correct. At this rate, a little girl could
simply walk up and kill you with a spoon. I won't have you risking your life
over such a foolish thing.

Lon'qu: ......

Maribelle: I know it's not my place, but I think--

Lon'qu: No. You are not wrong. This is a weakness I must correct.

Maribelle: I can ask no more, Lon'qu.
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Lon'qu A

Maribelle: You put on quite an impressive show today, Lon'qu.

Lon'qu: Hmph.

Maribelle: I would have been in a terrible bind had you not been close by to
defend me. Though you would have been in a similar fix had I not healed you
afterward. Regardless, it was quite chivalrous of you. And proof you've
overcome your problem! This is a celebratory day indeed. Perhaps you'll join
me for a cup of--

Lon'qu: TOO CLOSE! Er, I mean... Please step back.

Maribelle: I'm sorry, did you just shriek at me like some kind of ill-
mannered lout?

Lon'qu: My problem is not gone. It's better in combat, but... At times like
this, I can't... I can't. I'm sorry.

Maribelle: I see.

Lon'qu: Go on. Laugh at the craven.

Maribelle: I'll do no such thing! I owe you all the more knowing you defended
me despite the discomfort. I should dearly like to help you work through this
issue.

Lon'qu: I don't see how.

Maribelle: Oh, there has to be SOME way. Hmm, perhaps it's best to have you
jump in headfirst. I could bring you to an establishment where a pack of
lovely ladies wait on you?

Lon'qu: Pass. ...Wait. How would you know about such a place?

Maribelle: Rude! A woman must have her secrets.

Lon'qu: Perhaps there is another way. A normal way.

Maribelle: Quite right! And I won't rest until I've come up with it, my dear.
Anything for a friend, I always say.

Lon'qu: Are we friends?

Maribelle: Would you disagree?

Lon'qu: Most friends stand closer than twenty paces from one another. But
yes. I would like to be friends.

Maribelle: Good, because it's a done deal regardless.
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Lon'qu S

Maribelle: Whenever you're ready, Lon'qu.

Lon'qu: R-right...

Maribelle: You're almost there. Stay focused.

Lon'qu: ...Ngh!

Maribelle: Excellent! You finally managed to touch me. And with almost no
simpering to boot. Mmm, your hand runs cool.

Lon'qu: Your cheek is...warm.

Maribelle: Let's break here for today, yes? Steadily decreasing the distance
day by day seems to be working.

Lon'qu: I expected you to fill a tiger pit with women and push me in.

Maribelle: Gentlemen have likened me to many things before, Lon'qu, but never
a sharp spike. Besides, you asked for a "normal" method. I think this one is
quite reasonable.

Lon'qu: It is. But we're been at it for so long, and I've only just managed
to touch your cheek. I have taken so much of your time.

Maribelle: Oh, posh! It's no bother at all! ...Still, I suppose you have a
point. Perhaps we ought to make arrangements for the long term, mmm?

Lon'qu: Meaning...?

Maribelle: Well, I could continue to train you indefinitely if we were
married.

Lon'qu: You have no obligation to do that.

Maribelle: Gods, but you can be dreadfully dense at times. Do you think I
would propose marriage out of a sense of obligation?

Lon'qu: Er, no.

Maribelle: So then! We've now established how I feel about you, albeit
somewhat painfully... Perhaps you would return the favor.

Lon'qu: ...... I... feel something for you as well, though I do not have the
words for it. I yearn to keep you safe in my arms until the breath leaves my
body. And yet, I can barely touch you. It is shameful. I have no right to ask
your hand.

Maribelle: Oh, Lon'qu, there's no hurry. We have the rest of our lives! And
YOU, my dear, are a catch worth waiting for.

Lon'qu: Perhaps we could practice one more time. I would very much like to
hold your hand as we walk to town. We will need a ring, after all.

Maribelle: With you, my dear, I would walk anywhere. Now, get those cold
hands over here!
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A5. Donnel C

Maribelle: What careless lout elected to leave their belongings here?!

Donnel: Gosh, I'm sorry! That's my pack!

Maribelle: Well, I ask that you be more careful in the future! In cases of
emergency, this corridor is the escape route for the entire camp.

Donnel: I didn't know that, Maribelle. I'm real sorry. We didn't have
anythin' like that back on the farm.

Maribelle: Very well, then. I shall take it upon myself to instruct you.

Donnel: Huh?

Maribelle: We shall begin with the laws of Ylisse and the code of
organizational regulations. You may borrow this book for now. I expect you to
learn its contents front to back!

Donnel: Th-that's an awful thick tome, ain't it?

Maribelle: Justice is a weighty matter.

Donnel: And you want I should memorize this whole thing, ma'am?

Maribelle: Diligence is the noblest of the virtues, Donnel! Education
elevates us. It separates us from the beasts of the field. Oh, and that
volume was a gift from my father. I ask that you handle it with utmost care.

Donnel: O-oh, yes, ma'am! I'll be real careful!
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Donnel B

Maribelle: Good day, Donnel. How fare your pursuits in the learned arts?

Donnel: Great! In fact, I got it all good'n learned, so you can have this
here book back.

Maribelle: Preposterous! Even I haven't yet committed the entire code to
memory!

Donnel: I wouldn't lie to ya, ma'am! I just always been good at memorizin'
stuff. Ma used to say it was 'cause my head was so empty, there was plenty'a
room.

Maribelle: Then I suppose you won't object to my asking you a few
questions...First, from chapter one: Which crimes fall under the auspices of
Article IV, Section 3?
(Time passes)

Donnel: ...And he shall be sentenced to no fewer'n one or greater'n ten
years' imprisonment. ...'Lessun he give the goat back, that is.

Maribelle: Correct AND verbatim! ...Well, except for the awkward grammar.
Have you really got the entire legal code memorized?

Donnel: Yes, ma'am! Spent every bit of free time I had on it, I did!

Maribelle: All on this one book?

Donnel: You said it was important to ya, so it'd be rude for me to sit on it!
'Sides, it's mighty nice of ya to teach me, so I owe it to ya to do my part.

Maribelle: I must confess, Donnel, I did not expect you to take to the task
with such zeal. I fear I have underestimated you, and for that I apologize. I
see now that you are a diamond in the rough. ...Very rough, it's true, but a
diamond nonetheless! I shall make it my cause to see you polished into a
sparkling paragon of a gentleman!

Donnel: Oh, I dunno, ma'am. I ain't never been one for fancy clothes and
silverware. Plus don't gentlemen all wear masks and dance in circles and
stuff?

Maribelle: This is not up for discussion! Now come with me!
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Donnel A

Maribelle: Hold the waist firm. Now, one step right and two steps left. Ouch!

Donnel: Gosh, I'm real sorry, ma'am! I don't mean to keep doin' that.

Maribelle: It seems that your good memory does not extend past books. Much to
the chagrin of my aching foot.

Donnel: It ain't just that I don't know the moves. But when I'm dancin' with
you, Maribelle, I get... flustered, I guess.

Maribelle: Have you no decency, Donnel? A true gentleman must keep his
feelings in check! Now you have me feeling self-conscious as well...

Donnel: I'm tryin' just as hard as I can, but I think any fella'd get
distracted. You're all pretty 'n' lovely 'n' beautiful, Maribelle, and I'm
just a smelly old-

Maribelle: That is quite enough!

Donnel: I don't mean to be inappropriate or nothin', Maribelle. But I know
you don't want to hear junk like that from a pig slopper like me.

Maribelle: That's not true. ...Well, not precisely. You're earnest and
dedicated in all that you undertake, Donnel, and I respect that.

Donnel: You do?

Maribelle: Yes. And now that we're finished praising one another, shall we
return to our lesson?

Donnel: Oh. So you sayin' all that was just another part of "high society
learnin'"?

Maribelle: No, I spoke sincerely. But now, for whatever reason, I no longer
feel self-conscious.

Donnel: Me neither!

Maribelle: I suppose frankly airing one's thoughts and feelings can be
a...liberating thing.

Donnel: Now that's the real lesson!

Maribelle: Oh, no. You're not finished yet! With me, now, Donnel! One, two,
three... One, two, three...
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Donnel S

Donnel: S-say, Miss Maribelle? I reckon I want ya to have this. If you think
a ring with a fake stone will win me over, you're outta yer... Er, yer mad!
The stone ain't real, but there's nothin' fake 'bout the way I love ya! Try
again when you ain't suck a hick... Er, once ya make somethin' of yerself!
.... Aw, horsefeathers! What'n the heck am I doin' here? Maribelle'd never
say yes to a darn pig slopper like me.

Maribelle: *Ahem*

Donnel: M-M-Maribelle?! How long have... Did ya...?

Maribelle: Your portrayal of me is quite the princess. I can't say I'm
flattered

Donnel: N-no, that... I didn't...

Maribelle: Let me see that ring.

Donnel: H-here, ma'am.

Maribelle: ...It's truly lovely. And you would give this to me?

Donnel: The stone ain't... I mean, it's a fake.

Maribelle: I'm not the sort to base her reply to a proposal on the ring's
worth, Donny.

Donnel: Then does that mean yer gonna accept it?

Maribelle: Will you ask me again? Properly, and to my face?

Donnel: Course I will! *ahem* Miss Maribelle, will you do me the honor of
bein' my wife?

Maribelle: Master Donnel, I would be delighted.

Donnel: Aw, shucks!

Marribelle: Donnel? One does not end a proposal by saying, "aw, shucks."
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A5. Ricken C

Maribelle: The tea is ready, Ricken.

Ricken: ...Mmm, that's good. Thanks, Maribelle.

Maribelle: It's the least I can do after you saved me from those Plegian
scoundrels, dear boy. A single cup of tea will scarce repay the debt I owe
you!

Ricken: Aw, you don't owe me.

Maribelle: Ha! Without you, tea would be leaking from sword holes on every
side of me! This debt must be paid, especially as we're both members of
Ylisse's old high houses.

Maribelle: We may not be as close now as in ages past, but we're peers
nonetheless. If I can ever be of help, you need but ask.

Ricken: Th-that's...

Maribelle: Whatever is the matter, dear?

Ricken: I'm just surprised to hear you say so, is all.

Maribelle: Come now! You saved my life! Surely you don't think me the sort to
forget a debt?

Ricken: No, not that! The part about our houses. My house isn't like it used
to be. ...Actually, we're dead broke.

Maribelle: Ah, yes. That. Well, the recent financial struggles of your house
are hardly-

Ricken: I was just surprised to hear you call us peers. That's all. Plus,
look at me! I'm hardly an aristocrat.

Maribelle: And what else could you be, mmm? A noble's honor isn't measured by
size of purse, but quality of character. And anyone who would risk his life
for another has a noble spirit indeed!

Maribelle: Your family is every bit an equal to mine, and hang those who say
differently!

Ricken: Heh... Thanks, Maribelle.
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Ricken B

Maribelle: Oh, Ricken, dear? Let me see your leg.

Ricken: Wh-what? Why would you want to-

Maribelle: Ricken!

Ricken: Urk! Y-yes ma'am.

Maribelle: Heavens, look at this wound! Small wonder you're limping about
like the village drunk! Why didn't you say something about this?

Ricken: What, this? Ha ha! Oh, this is nothing! Just a...flesh wound.

Maribelle: And what if this "flesh wound" were to get infected? Mmm? What
then? You must stop taking unnecessary risks! ...Such as fighting at all.

Ricken: What?! What's THAT supposed to mean?

Maribelle: Putting someone so young in the line of fire is the worst kind of
cowardice. Yes, you saved me, but you could have died a hundred times along
the way! Well, never again! I shall demand Chrom find a way to spare you
further combat. I should have done this sooner, dear boy. Oh, I hope you can
forgive my-

Ricken: Don't you dare! ...And don't call me a boy! I can handle myself in a
fight, Maribelle. You should know that better than anyone.

Maribelle: Now see here! No one doubts your abilities, least of all me. But I
would be devastated beyond comfort is anything happened to you.

Ricken: I have this power for better or worse, and I know how to fight. Don't
ask me to sit by while my friends, my family, and my country are in danger.

Maribelle: I suppose if you're truly certain, it is not my place to stop you.
I only ask that you don't stop me from striving to keep you safe. TELL me
when you're hurt, Ricken! Let me use my gifts for you as well. You'll keep no
one safe by playing the stoic.

Ricken: All right.
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Ricken A

Maribelle: This war grows more intense with each passing battle.

Ricken: I'm exhausted as well, but if we give up now, all of Ylisse will
suffer. We have to stay strong for them.

Maribelle: Ricken, I owe you an apology for my words from the other day. You
understand the situation as well as any of us, and I was wrong to imply
otherwise.

Ricken: You weren't wrong. ...Not totally, anyway. I AM young, and I DID hide
an injury. I'm trying to be more careful. I really am.

Maribelle: Good. You tell me the moment you get even a scratch, are we clear?

Ricken: You may not believe this, but I have no desire to suffer a terrible
injury.

Maribelle: Yes, well. So long as that's understood. By the by, I procured a
delicious blend of tea in town the other day. If we both manage to survive
the coming battle, I promise to share it with you.

Ricken: Ha! That sounds delicious! Just make sure you're careful too, all
right?
I'm not the only person on the battlefield that people care about.

Maribelle: You've become quite the noble young man, Ricken.
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Ricken S

Maribelle: Ricken...

Ricken: Oh, is it teatime already?

Maribelle: Er, not quite. I've actually come to you with something of a
proposal.
You see, I would like to help with the restoration of your family's fortune.

Ricken: That's really kind, but not necessary. It's not like we eat crumbs
off the floor. And while your coin might repair the house, our name would
still be sullied.

Ricken: We have to do this ourselves.

Maribelle: Well, yes, naturally. But...

Ricken: Although, I've been thinking. I know this may sound odd, but... I
have a proposal of my own.

Maribelle: Oh?

Ricken: I want you to have this.

Maribelle: ...This is a signet ring. And it bears your house crest! Ricken, I
cannot accept this. Such a token is best reserved for your future wife.

Ricken: Yes. I know.

Maribelle: Oh, moldy caviar! How could I have been so daft? It seems you and
I are proposing the same thing.

Ricken: Wait, you WANT to get married? I thought you'd say I was far too--

Maribelle: Of course! As you say, a family's name can only be restored from
within.

Ricken: I don't give a whit for my name, Maribelle! I'll only marry you if...
if you love me.

Maribelle: I believe that I do, yes. It seemed a bit... Well, unusual, I
suppose, so I thought if I covered it somehow...

Ricken: You made up the thing about my family name because you were
embarrassed?

Maribelle: Perish the thought, Ricken! I'm deeply concerned for your family's
honor. Besides, do you think me the sort who would marry a man she didn't
love?

Ricken: Oh, Maribelle! I've been in love with you since the moment we met!
I'll make you happy! I swear it!

Maribelle: R-really? From the moment we met?

Ricken: I nearly went mad when I heard you'd been taken captive! Chrom tried
to stop me from going, but I wouldn't hear of it!

Maribelle: I don't know what to say... You have become a man with strength
equal to the passion of his convictions. And now I'll have the pleasure of
sharing tea with that man for the rest of my life.

Ricken: Then prepare the kettle, my love!
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A5. Gaius C

Maribelle: Now see here, Gaius. What do you think you're playing at, hovering
around me like a persistent fly? It disturbs me to see your leering visage,
particularly when I'm in the midst of battle.

Gaius: I'm sorry, Twinkles. I just thought... Well, if I can atone for what I
did, then maybe-

Maribelle: Maybe what? I might FORGIVE you? We might become oh-such-good
friends? You broke into the royal treasury with the intent of stealing from
the realm. And then you did it AGAIN!

Gaius: Look, I know I did wrong, and I feel lousy about it. Gods strike me
down if I don't.

Maribelle: Ha! You must be a stone idiot if you think I'll believe a thing
you have to say! Or have you forgotten the first time you were caught raiding
the treasury?
You claimed my FATHER was behind it! My poor, decent, innocent father! He was
hauled in front of the magistrate and almost put to death because of you!

Gaius: Actually, the thing about that is... L-look, I said some things I'm
not proud of in an attempt to avoid the noose. But I'm a changed man now, and
if you'll just let me, I'm sure I can-

Maribelle: Oh, enough. If I want a dog and pony show, I shall attend a
carnival.

Gaius: No tricks, Twinkles. I speak from the heart on this one.

Maribelle: The blackened heart of a brigand is hardly worth listening to!
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Gaius B

Gaius: Thanks for the help, Twinkles. You saved my bacon out there.

Maribelle: It's my job to heal stricken comrades. ...Even you.

Gaius: Yeah, but I'm the guy who brought false charges against your father.
No one would have said boo if you let me just bleed to death.

Maribelle: I needed you alive, unfortunately. There is something I must ask
of you.

Gaius: I'll answer if I can.

Maribelle: I was rereading transcripts of my father's trial, and something
struck me as...strange. Tell me, and speak the truth: Where exactly did you
first hear my father's name?

Gaius: Well, er...

Maribelle: My father is a rich and powerful man, but rather unknown outside
the nobility. Which begs the question... Why did you choose to accuse him?
How did you even know to do so? I can think of only one reason, but I would
hear it from your lips... Did someone threaten you, Gaius? DId they force you
to name my father?

Gaius: They said... They said I had to do it or else they were going to...

Maribelle: Kill you?

Gaius: No, Twinkles. Not me.

Maribelle: Then who? Who was threatened?

Gaius: Look, it doesn't matter now. Bloke told me to name your father and I
did. End of story.

Maribelle: And who was this scoundrel who had such a terrifying hold over
you?

Gaius: You're not going to let this go, are you? All right. I suppose I
should start at the beginning...
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Gaius A

Maribelle: I am in your debt, Gaius.

Gaius: You are?

Maribelle: Yes. I wrote down everything you told me and sent it to my father.
Now he will be able to turn the tables on the dastards who plotted against
him.

Gaius: Well, I... I hope it works out for him.

Maribelle: If it does, it will be thanks to your willingness to tell the
truth. So again, thank you.

Gaius: Don't thank me, Twinkles. I don't deserve it. It was a cowardly thing
I did, and a day doesn't go by that I haven't regretted it. I even sent a
letter after the trial, but too little, too late, I reckon.

Maribelle: Wait, that was you?! That letter rescued my father from the
headsman's axe!

Gaius: I'm pleased to hear it. But I should have done more.

Maribelle: Gaius, you saved my father's life! Admittedly, your actions put
him in danger in the first place... But still! You wrote that letter knowing
the schemers would try to hunt you down!

Gaius: That wasn't a worry. I'm pretty good at running away from things.

Maribelle: I've been very unfair toward you, Gaius. I spoke before I knew all
the facts.

Gaius: Hey, I'm the one who broke into your royal treasury. ...Twice.

Maribelle: Thief you may be, but you are more honest than half the so-called
nobles I know. But, there is still one thing you haven't told me... When the
plotters secured your testimony, who did they threaten? It must be someone
important to you.

Gaius: Nope, I'd never met her. Never even saw her, in fact. All I knew is
that she was a young girl who didn't deserve to die. Even if it meant sending
her father off to swing.

Maribelle: W-wait. Those blackguard nobles threatened to kill ME?!

Gaius: Yep.

Maribelle: You testified against my father to save my life...

Gaius: Seemed the best option of a bad lot at the time. And now that I know
you, I'd make the same decision a dozen times over.
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Gaius S

Maribelle: Why, Gaius. I couldn't help but notice you were fighting alongside
me again.

Gaius: Sorry, Maribelle. Just let me know if I ever get in the way.

Maribelle: Not at all. I was grateful for the help. ...And you DID look
rather gallant. But Gaius, you mustn't keep trying to atone for the past. All
has been forgiven.

Gaius: I appreciate you saying that. But I'd like to keep on protecting you
as best I can. I saved your life once, and... I don't know. I guess that kind
of thing grows on a man.

Maribelle: Then I hope you never leave my side. I say that as a soldier...
and a woman.

Gaius: Crivens. Th-that's mighty kind of you to say, but...

Maribelle: Tell me, Gaius. Do you feel the same way? ...About me, I mean.

Gaius: Actually, I've been having the same thoughts. I even went ahead and
made this ring. I don't wanna seem forward or nothing, but since we're
talking and all, I thought-

Maribelle: Oh, Gaius. I accept!
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A5. Gregor C

Maribelle: Hold, you overgrown lummox! I would have a word with you.

Gregor: Creasing the forehead and squinting eyes is wasting such beautiful
face.

Maribelle: Beautiful? Why, goodness me... Argh! Do not try to change the
subject, you silver-tongued weasel! I've a most serious matter to discuss
with you.

Gregor: Gregor is listening.

Maribelle: You took a loaf of bread from the pantry again, didn't you?

Gregor: Yes. Food portions Gregor recieves is not enough to maintain mighty
physique. If Gregor is fainting from hunger, Shepherd ladies will be plunging
into despair, no?

Maribelle: Good heavens, but you are a self-deluded nitwit.

Gregor: Is true! Is happening all the time.

Maribelle: Are all lowborn sellswords truly this inane, or is it just you?

Gregor: Eh? Gregor is not catching that last part. You must say again.

Maribelle: Listen to me, fool. The Shepherds have strict rules about such
things.  Food is rationed for a reason. You can't just go willy-nilly
breaking... Sir! *ahem* ...Are you listening to me?!

Gregor: O-of course! Gregor is hearing pretty lady! Do not be rule breaking
near Willy, yes?

Maribelle: A lack of discipline leads to disorder, and disorder leads to
wickedness. Innocuous though they may seem, your acts could cause the ruin of
our whole army.

Gregor: But Gregor is only taking tiny loaf of bread...

Maribelle: You think I'm exaggerating, don't you? One small crack is all it
takes to bring down the dam that holds back chaos.

Gregor: Gregor is thinking Maribelle is carried away with this vivid
imaginings.

Maribelle: I am a woman of fair mind and breeding. I believe in what is right
and proper. And I will not abide rogues who flaunt the rules that make us
strong.

Gregor: Enough! Gregor is making many apologies for bread, yes? From now on,
Gregor obey all rules and be model of good behavior.

Maribelle: Then we have nothing further to discuss. I bid you good day.
(Maribelle leaves)

Gregor: She is pretty like rose, but her tongue is sharp like thorn...
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Gregor B

Maribelle: Gregor! Just what do you think you were doing in that last battle?

Gregor: Gregor was amking with the killing. Why? Is problem with that, too?

Maribelle: You charged ahead without waiting for your allies.

Gregor: But we are achieving great victory, yes? So all is being well if ends
okay.

Maribelle: If everyone thought the same, where would this army be? Discipline
would collapse, and we'd be nothing but a disorganized mob.

Gregor: But Gregor did charging ahead for sake of noble Maribelle.

Maribelle: Er, you did?

Gregor: Gregor spies foes hidden in thicket, yes? They wait to ambush most
beautiful fighter. So Gregor gallantly leaps into fray to be defending the
Lady Maribelle.

Maribelle: Well, that... certainly goes a long way toward explaining your
actions. When you saw me exposed to mortal threat, you had no choice but to
hurt yourself-

Gregor: Oh no! Gregor is doing the same for any pretty girl. Not just
Maribelle.

Maribelle: Ah. *ahem* Y-yes, of course. I knew that. In any case, I forgive
you. However, we still have rules, and they must not be broken for any
reason.
(Maribelle leaves)

Gregor: Gregor is understanding! ...Actually, no. Gregor is very much
confused.
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Gregor A

Gregor: Oy, Maribelle? Helloooooo? Where are you?

Maribelle: *Sigh* Oh, Gregor...

Gregor: What is matter with Maribelle? Is like heavy weight is being placed
on shoulders.

Maribelle: And tell me, how do I normally look?

Gregor: Beautiful, like flower in sunshine. So beautiful that gods weep from
jealousy and despair!

Maribelle: Oh...

Gregor: What is wrong, Maribelle? You tell Gregor.

Maribelle: I'm upset about that last battle, all right? You had to come to my
rescue. Again!

Gregor: Ah, yes. Gregor is most gallant, no?

Maribelle: This simply will not do!

Gregor: No?

Maribelle: Even if I wanted to be rescued by you, which, to be honest, was
the case-

Gregor: Oh ho!

Maribelle: I cannot allow myself to rely on someone who continuously breaks
our army's rules. It must not and will not happen henchforth!

Gregor: Er, yes. About that. Gregor is sorry he is stealing many pies from
kitchen. ...And that he takes lock of Chrom's hair to sell to local gossip
leaflet.

Maribelle: *Sigh*

Gregor: Do not sigh! Gregor is actually much better than before, yes? Is
because Maribelle is scolding Gregor so much that he tris harder to follow
rules. Is making Gregor better soldier and allows him to be helping comrades,
no? He is just not perfect yet. These things, they take time.

Maribelle: So it's thanks to my efforts that you're able to lend me aid?

Gregor: Yes, you are understanding Gregor!

Maribelle: Well, I suppose that makes sense. All right, then. I'll continue
to allow you to aid me on the battlefield. And you will continue to work on
obeying the rules. Are we agreed?

Gregor: Muchly in the agreeing!
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Gregor S

Gregor: Hmmm...

Maribelle: Oh, gracious me! It's a miracle!

Gregor: What is miracle?

Maribelle: You are! Lest I'm mistaken, you appear to be thinking! And
intently at that. What terrible aberration of nature has allowed for such a
freak phenomenon?

Gregor: Is true. Gregor is having very serious thoughts. Before world sees
ending, Gregor wants to give this present to Maribelle.

Maribelle: What in the world is it... A ring?

Gregor: Gregor is wanting to marry Maribelle. Today, Gregor makes solemn
promise: Maribelle will not regret a life with Gregor!

Maribelle: ...Is this another of your frivolous impulses?

Gregor: Gregor is never more serious in whole life.

Maribelle: Well, you obviously went to a lot of trouble to procure such an...
*ahem* ornate ring.

Gregor: You like ring?

Maribelle: ...I think it's dreadful.

Gregor: Oy...

Maribelle: However, I am delighted by your proposal! It would be my great
honor- and yours! Perhaps if we marry I will be able to teach you about good
taste... As well as how to follow the rules!

Gregor: First rule Gregor follow: he must do happy dance with new bride-to-
be!
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A5. Libra C

Maribelle: Good day. sir. Here to offer up a prayer?

Libra: Indeed. And yourself?

Maribelle: I make it a part of each morning.

Libra: A commendable endeavor. Might I join you?

Maribelle: But of course.

Libra: Come to think of it, I fear I haven't yet properly thanked you.

Maribelle: Oh? Whatever for?

Libra: Forgotten, have you? It was an all-too-common happening for me, I'm
afraid. I was approached by a pack of drunkards who had taken me for a woman.
I suspect they still feel the sting of the tongue-lashing you gave them now.
Not to further endanger my masculinity, but you were my knight in shining
armor.

Maribelle: Ahh, yes. I recall now. I was given quite the dressing-down myself
back at camp! A number of others thought it rash of me.

Libra: Well I, for one, am grateful recipient of your just and decisive
valor. You have my thanks.

Maribelle: I acted mostly to quell my own indignation at those boors, I
assure you. But if I was of some small service to you as well, so much the
better. Your words help bolster the strength of my convictions.

Libra: Then you are most welcome!
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Libra B

Maribelle: Hmm... A difficult quandary, to be sure.

Libra: Is something on your mind, Maribelle? I can hear the gears in your
head turning from here.

Maribelle: I've been reading a chronicle of court cases as a part of my
studies of late. The decision in one such case has left me quite conflicted.

Libra: Might I ask what manner of trial it was that has you so vexed?

Maribelle: A child cast out by her parents was driven by hunger to steal from
an aristocrat.

Libra: Orphan or not, it seems a clear enough matter. Regardless of the
reason, all crimes against a noble are capital offenses.

Maribelle: Yet should a noble commit the same crime to the commoner, the
sentence is light. Surely that cannot be considered justice!

Libra: Then you would have the laws apply equally to all, regardless of
station?

Maribelle: This is not a matter of inviting the local squalor to a dinner
party, sir! All must be equal in the eyes of the law, else we cannot claim
them fair.

Libra: All, you say? Even the unwanted children of lowborn parents?

Maribelle: Naturally.

Libra: I must confess, I never thought to hear someone espouse such views.

Maribelle: Have I said anything so shocking?

Libra: Quite the contrary. Your words are warm and fair. I feel proud to have
met so pure a person. Redeemed, even.
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Libra A

Maribelle: I've made up my mind, Libra. When this war is won, I shall start
another.

Libra: A war, Maribelle?

Maribelle: Indeed. I aim to fight for the rights of all citizens as a
minister of the law!

Libra: Someone of your elevated station would fight on behalf of the meager
masses?

Maribelle: Of course. I'll start in Ylisse, then take the fight to Ferox,
Plegia, and everywhere else. I'll fight each battle until none suffer under
the burden of an unequal body of law.

Libra: Bending other kingdoms to your will is no mean task, even with an army
at your back. To do so with diplomacy alone is a monumental undertaking,
Maribelle.

Maribelle: I'm well aware of the madness of it, but my mind is set firm.

Libra: Why would you take up such a colossal burden of your own free will?

Maribelle: Because of your words, Libra. The joy and the pride they stirred
in me. You thanked me for something that ought to be given, and you said you
felt redeemed. If my efforts could bring redemption to more people, no burden
is too great.

Libra: I merely spoke my mind. I never thought to impart such grand or
weighty meaning.

Maribelle: Yet your words changed my life just the same. And for that, you
have my thanks.
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Libra S

Libra: Maribelle, about what you said before... You're certain that is the
life you desire?

Maribelle: I never back down once I've set my mind on something.

Libra: That's impressively stubborn.

Maribelle: Yes, and utterly uncharming. I'm well aware.

Libra: That stubborn lack of charm is just another part of your considerable
charm.

Maribelle: My, my. You've a gift for flattery.

Libra: I assure you, I'm entirely sincere.

Maribelle: Libra...?

Libra: Oh, Maribelle... Will you marry me?

Maribelle: You can't talk me out of my mad crusade, so you'd keep me locked
up at home?!

Libra: Perish the thought! I wish to fight your crusade with you.

Maribelle: If that's a jest, I'm not laughing. And if it isn't, I'm laughing
even less!

Libra: More's the pity, as your laugh is music to my ears! But if it's any
aid in convincing you of my sincerity, I procured this.

Maribelle: That ring... It's beautiful.

Libra: Will you do me the honor of accepting it?

Maribelle: ..... This marks a second time your words have changed the course
of my life.

Libra: A change for the better, one hopes?

Maribelle: No doubt. If you would promise yourself to me, I would be thrilled
to do the same.

Libra: I am yours until my last breath.
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A5. Henry C

Maribelle: I am so weary of this gods-forsaken war. Every time we turn
around, Risen are tearing some poor village apart. Ah, I fear this will all
get darker before we finally spy the dawn. And yet, look at this flower still
finding a way to bloom amidst the devastation. *Sniff* It brings a tear to
the eye to see such a fragile thing struggle to the light. What a good flower
you are. Stay strong now, little one.

Henry: Hi there, Maribelle! You all alright?

Maribelle: ACK! Henry?! H-how long have you been standing there?

Henry: Oh, I dunno! Since before you lauched into that soliloquy, anyway.

Maribelle: Eavesdropping is a shameful habit, sir. And on a lady, no less!
Were you birthed in a barn?

Henry: Aw, but it's fun listening to you mumble! You say all kinds of crazy
stuff. I really liked the last bit where you started chatting with the
flower.

Maribelle: I was NOT chatting with the flower. I was remarking on the... That
is to say... Oh, what's the use? You've caught me in the act, and that's
that. Go on, then! Point and laugh. Take this chance to mock your social
betters.

Henry: Mock you? Why? I do the same thing all the time. ...Hmm? What's that,
flower? *mumble, mumble* ...Ooh! Okay, I'll tell her.

Maribelle: What in the WORLD are you doing?

Henry: Talking to the flower. She says she's very grateful that you spoke to
her. Also, she says she'll stay strong as long as you do, too.

Maribelle: I appreciate the gesture, sir, but you don't have to feign madness
for my sake.

Henry: I'm not feigning anything. I'm just really in touch with the natural
world. I can talk to any living thing you want. Trees. Flowers. Maggots.
Ooooooh... Maaaggots...

Maribelle: That is a remarkable talent, if a shade disturbing.
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Henry B

Henry: Hi, Maribelle. You look like a cat ate your favorite canary.

Maribelle: *Sniff* It's a fate far worse, I fear. My flower friend has
withered and died.

Henry: Aww, guess it hasn't rained around here for weeks now, huh?

Maribelle: Henry, can you still... talk to her?

Henry: Nope! Only living stuff.

Maribelle: Yes, of course. How silly of me. She's dead, never to bloom
again... It truly makes a woman think. Someday, on the battlefield, such
could be my fate.

Henry: Basically. I mean, flowers die, people die... That's just how the
world works.

Maribelle: Even so, the idea that I could be gone tomorrow? Or in the hour?
Ghastly! We try to ignore the ever-present threat of death, but it's always
there. And when you finally think about it, it's a black yawning pit of utter
terror!

Henry: Meh, not to me. Everyone kicks the bucket at some point, so why fret?

Maribelle: Perhaps it's not so much death I fear as the pain of dying.

Henry: See, now that I can understand. But get this- I've got a special curse
ready, see? Been working on it for a while now. If you're mortally wounded,
it kills you off before you suffer any pain! Just... poof. Off ya go!

Maribelle: I see. And is this something you could perhaps cast on me?

Henry: Sure, yeah. Heck, I can do it right now if you say the word. Then
you'll never have to fear the old boneyard again!

Maribelle: I declare, Henry, you have the strangest ways of putting people's
minds at ease. And yet, I'm rather tempted to accept your offer.
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Henry A

Maribelle: Henry, do you have a moment?

Henry: What is it?

Maribelle: I've been watching you in our recent battles, and I noticed
something... odd. No matter how fierce the fight becomes, you always have a
smile on your face.

Henry: Yep. I love fighting! Pshew! Pshew!

Maribelle: But as a mage, you go into battle with little armor and are often
the firs one targeted. You could be injured or killed in an eyeblink, and yet
still you smile!

Henry: It's 'cause I'm not scared, Maribelle. Fighting is actually pretty
simple. I just have to kill the other guy before he has a chance to kill me.

Maribelle: Henry, sometimes I find it very difficult to understand you.

Henry: Yeah, I suppose most animals are supposed to fear death and stuff.

Maribelle: Animals...

Henry: But I'll tell you one thing- there's no reason to be sad about death.
Everyone in this army is going to croak sooner or later- it's just a matter
of when. And at the end of it all, we'll be reunited again on the other side.

Maribelle: You think so?

Henry: ...Oh, wait! Holy crows! I just had a really weird thought. That means
all the foes we kill are gonna be over there, too. Aw, rats. I'm gonna have
to kill them all over again!
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Henry S

Maribelle: Henry, weren't you injured in the last battle?

Henry: Who, me? No, I don't think so. Didn't see any blood, at least. And
believe me, I always look reeeally closely.

Maribelle: That's good to hear. The part about being unharmed, at least.

Henry: Why the sudden concern?

Maribelle: Remember when you told me that you're not afraid of dying? Well,
I've been watching you in battle, and I see it's no idle boast! But the more
I watch, the more concerned I become. I fear you may throw your life away on
some rash act  and I might... lose you.

Henry: It's a definite possiblity! We're fighting a war, after all.

Maribelle: Do not make light of my fears! I couldn't bear to lose you
because-

Henry: Because then I couldn't cast that curse that lets you die without
pain?

Maribelle: No! It's not about that! I mean, yes, I WOULD miss that, but it's
not the reason.

Henry: Okay. So what is? Oh, wait! Lemme guess! You worry I wouldn't finish
my toenail collection?

Maribelle: It's because I'm in love with you, you idiot man!

Henry: Huh?!

Maribelle: Oh, my stars and garters. Did I really say that out loud?

Henry: Yeah, you said it out loud. Loudly! But don't be embarrassed,
Maribelle. I think you're swell, too.

Maribelle: Oh, Henry. Is that true?

Henry: Yep. I want to be your knight in shining armor. ...Blood-red shining
armor! In fact, I'm hoping that we can spend the rest of our lives together.
Which I guess is another way of saying that we should get married. Yay!
..Wait. Aw, heck. I don't even have a ring ready or anything.

Maribelle: The ring can wait, silly. The answer is still yes.
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Panne!

A6. Frederick C
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Frederick: Great paladin's helm! What manner of beast is that! Ah, hold. It's
only Panne. ...But why is she prowling about in beast form? And why is she
charging me?! BACK, FOUL BEAST! BACK, LEST MY SWORD TASTE YOUR--

Panne: *Pant, pant* F-finally! You are a hard one to catch, man-spawn.

Frederick: Why did you chase me down in beast form? I feared you were
planning to eat me whole!

Panne: Running on four legs is much faster. ...Did I scare you?

Frederick: A knight does not know fear. ...This was more like surprise. Or
perhaps alarm.

Panne: Lies! I hear your heart race even now! You were scared as a newborn
pup. It is all right. You do not need to pretend for my sake. I have grown
used to fear and ignorance from your kind.

Frederick: You mistake me, good lady. I hold no fear of the taguel. Behold
what is in front of your eyes: are we not conversing as equals?

Panne: If this is true, then why were you scared?

Frederick: When I was but a young boy, I lived in a small village in the
hills. One day I wandered into the forest, where I was set upon by a mountain
wolf. My wounds were most grievous...many in the village doubted I would
survive. When you came running, you reminded me of the beast that attacked me
and... I apologize, good lady. I did not mean to offend with my actions.

Panne: I'm sorry, Frederick. I had no intention to remind you of such things.
Would you prefer if I avoided you on the field of battle?

Frederick: That is unnecessary. When in combat--

Panne: The enemy is before you and you lose all fear, yes? Spoken like a
warrior.

Frederick: Yes. Although if you could avoid moving, that might help.

Panne: Yes, well I am sure I cou--wait, what?!
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Frederick B

Panne: All right, Frederick. I'm in animal form. Now, how is it if I stand
over here? I'm quite a long way from you.

Frederick: Yes. That's fine.

Panne: Good. Now, if I come a little closer...

Frederick: Y-yes, that's fine. ...I think.

Panne: And if I move a liiittle biiit cloooser...

Frederick: BEGONE, FOUL SHE-WITCH!

Panne: Ah. This appears to be the point where fear enters your veins.

Frederick: S-so it would seem. ...Er, and apologies once again. That reminds
me: The other day you came to ask me a question.

Panne: What was it? Mmm... I do not remember.

Frederick: Blast. My craven reaction is the reason you cannot recall.

Panne: It cannot be important if I forgot so easily. But I have a new
question: What will you do with this fear of yours? Will you live in terror
of animals for the rest of your days?

Frederick: If I knew of some way to cure it, good lady, I would not hesitate
to do so.

Panne: Perhaps I can help.

Frederick: T-truly?

Panne: Your friends accepted me into their warren, and one good deed deserves
another.

Frederick: That is a very kind gesture. ...Very well. I accept whatever aid
you may provide.

Panne: I hope you are prepared...
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Frederick A

Panne: All right, let's try this yet again. Now, if I stand here...

Frederick: ......  ...... NOT ONE STEP CLOSER, FOUL NETHER CREATURE!

Panne: I think we might be stuck.

Frederick: I'm so very sorry. It's better than before, but I can't seem
conquer this last bit.

Panne: Perhaps it's time to take your treatment to the next leve.

Frederick: I'm not sure I approve of--

Panne: The next and final level.

Frederick: I DEFINITELY do not approve of--

Panne: GRAAAAAAAAGH!

Frederick: *Groan* Y-you... leapt upon me...

Panne: I had grown bored of walking around in the distance while you cursed
my name. How are you feeling? Aren't you afraid?

Frederick: Strangely, no. I'm not afraid at all. Gods, I've never noticed how
soft and beautiful your fur is.

Panne: Good. All cured.

Frederick: Yes, yes, of course. No more fear of... Oh, look at these floppy
ears! They're so cute!

Panne: OWCH! Do NOT yank on my ears, man-spawn!

Frederick: Er, yes. Dreadfully sorry, my good lady.
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Frederick S

Frederick: Panne, might I have a word?

Panne: What is it?

Frederick: I no longer fear your animal form, and for this I owe you a great
debt.

Panne: Is this the part where you no longer need my services? Where you
return me back to my rabbit hutch with an affectionate pat on the head?

Frederick: My good lady! You mustn't say such a thing, even in jest. I am
deeply, deeply indebted to you. And what's more I...brought you this.

Panne: Is this... Oh ho, it IS! It's a ring! Is this the man-spawn ritual
where you ask me to be your mate and spit on all others?

Frederick: Er, we usually speak of it in more poetic terms, but... yes. It
is. I am so very deeply in love with you, Panne! Would you honor me by
becoming my wife?

Panne: Your wife? Ha! I remember when you cowered at the sight of me! Perhaps
I am moving up in the world. Oh enough, Frederick. Do not make that sad face
at me. I have grown fond of you for... some reason. And I would be proud to
be your mate.

Frederick: Together we have conquered fear! What could possibly stop us?!

Panne: Heh, indeed. First, a bunny. Next, the world!
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A6. Virion C

Panne: There is rain, but the sun shines still. ...Strange.

Virion: It's called a sun shower, my deal lady. Quite beautiful, in its own
way.

Panne: That was not a question, man-spawn. And do not speak to me without
cause.

Virion: And here I thought that was a natural entrée into civilized
conversation. Ah, well. I've met many a lovely lady who built up high walls
around her... And I've surmounted them all.

Panne: Perhaps I will stuff and mount you in my warren! If it your aim to
provoke me. I accept. Let us fight and be done with it. Choose your weapon!

Virion: A duel? How romantic! Then my weapon, sweet lady, shall be words. I
am a far better poet than I am a warrior anyways.

Panne: As you wish.

Virion: Your graciousness, my dear, is without peer. Now by all means, after
you.

Panne: I know of you, you lecherous worm. Your transgressions are legend. You
turned tail and left vassals to die so that you might pursue mates! The very
sight of you causes bile to rise in my throat. I curse your name!

Virion: ...Perhaps I ought to have picked daggers after all.

Panne: I have spoken. Take your turn, poet.

Virion: Alas, I fear I know no words with which to injure a lady. And so,
Iadmit defeat and bid you farewell.

Panne: Hmph. Weakling...
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Virion B

Panne: ...You.

Virion: Mmm? My, my. I hadn't thought to see YOU start a conversation with
ME. Perhaps this time we'll have a hailstorm.

Panne: You said you were no warrior. But in the last battle, you matched me
trophy for trophy. You speak lies.

Virion: I said only that words were my forte, sweet lady. I never said I
couldn't fight. Though I would never claim to be any sort of true warrior.
Not after failing to protect the ones I cared for.

Panne: Why did you run, man-spawn? Why did you abandon your warren? You had a
duty to your fellows.

Virion: I planned to offer myself up in exchange for the safety of my people.
..My men balked. They chose to fight and die rather than hand me over. Not
only did I fail to ransom their safety, I was also the reason they kept on
fighting.

Panne: So you showed your belly and ran to remove any reason for resistance?

Virion: That was my thinking, yes. I don't expect my people share that view.
To them, I am as you say-a craven. All the sweet words in all the worlds can
offer no defense to that claim.

Panne: ...I withdraw my words from earlier. You are no craven. You know how
it feels to lose kin and kind. In that, we are the same.

Virion: We are most certainly not!

Panne: I do not understand.

Virion: My people yet live and wait for me. It is my duty-and my dream-to
save them. But you had even that stolen from you. I would not think to claim
our losses as equal.

Panne: Hmph. Is that pity, man-spawn?

Virion: Mere pity would be an insult to a wound so deep as yours, milady. I
can but pray that your heart does not succumb to the scars that cover it.

Panne: Your prayers mean nothing, but I accept your words.
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Virion A

Panne: .....

Virion: And what do you see in the moon's reflection this evening, dear lady?

Panne: What do you want, poet?

Virion: I hear taguel hold that souls of the departed return to the moon.

Panne: You hear true. That is why taguel do not look directly upon her holy
face.

Virion: Fascinating. But to your question, I was wondering if you might
assist me with... this.

Panne: That smell... Blackberry wine?

Virion: Indeed! And now, I propose a toast to the moon. What do you say?

Panne: I am surprised to find a human who understands such tastes.

Virion: Oh, we man-spawn are full of surprises. So you'll join me, then?

Panne: All right. ...So. What will you do when the fighting has ended?

Virion: Return to my own war, naturally. My people are still suffering.

Panne: Ah, yes. Your... dream, was it? Perhaps I will help you make this
dream into reality.

Virion: Th-that's very... Thank you, my lady. ...Heh.

Panne: Why do you giggle? It is revolting!

Virion: Revolting? I've been accused of many things, milady,but never that! I
am simply happy at the prospect of sparing my people further suffering. And,
I must say, pleasantly surprised to hear an offer of assistance from you.
Perhaps is stronger than I know, mmm?

Panne: Or the wine is.

Virion: Then let us drink another toast to the peace yet to come.
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Virion S

Virion: Ah, my sweet Panne.

Panne: ...Yes?

Virion: I have something for you, if you would be so good as to accept.

Panne: A bit early for wine, no? Perhaps we should... This is a ring. Explain
yourself!

Virion: I would swear an oath of eternal love to you, milady.

Panne: You are drunk.

Virion: Aye, lady! Drunk on your beauteous... No. This is no time for idle
flattery. Your offer to help me see my dream realized was generous beyond
measure. But my dreams aren't yours. I want you to have a dream of your own.
A gleam of hope to guide you.

Panne: And you think you can offer that?

Virion: I will do so or die trying.

Panne: Your death cannot possibly help me to... Huh? What's this? Another sun
shower?

Virion: Amazing! The very skies above urge us on!

Panne: Only you would see rain as a good omen.

Virion: But it is, my sweet! 'Twas this very rain which presided over our
first meeting. Our love has moved the heavens. The moon herself weeps for
joy.

Panne: You are mad. ...But it is amusing. Very well poet. I accept your ring.

Virion: I shall never fail you, my love. I swear it by the moon and rain.
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A6. Stahl C

Stahl: Er, Panne? Sorry to intrude, but it's time for supper.

Panne: I will eat on my own terms. Now leave me.

Stahl: But I prepared your very own dish! I think you'll love it. It's got--

Panne: Did I ask for special treatment, man-spawn?

Stahl: Er, no. But know that you taguel don't eat the same kinds of foods we
humans do. And since Lissa's making some kind of weird stew tonight, I
thought... um... well, you know. Just trying to help.

Panne: How very like a human.

Stahl: I don't understand.

Panne: You offer lies as reason and refuse to reveal your true motivations.

Stahl: Look, I don't think you underst--

Panne: Get out of my sight.

Stahl: Okay, okay. You're right. There's more to it than just that. Look. The
truth is... I just... I want to be your friend. I mean, you're the first
taguel I've ever met, and I know nothing at all about you. So I thought maybe
we could... you know? Spend some time together?

Panne: ......

Stahl: Right then. Okay, I'll just leave these potatoes right here and go
back--

Panne: Taguel cannot eat potatoes. They make us sick to our stomachs.

Stahl: Oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea.

Panne: That is because I never told you. There are more important things to
worry about in war that the state of my insides.

Stahl: If you say so...

Panne: ...Man-spawn, wait. It took courage to speak the truth to me. I will
never forget it.

Stahl: Oh, not at all. I should be thanking you!

Panne: Why would you thank me? Are all humans this odd? Or are you special?
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Stahl B

Stahl: Panne! I'm so glad you're here.

Panne: What do you want?

Stahl: Here, taste this for me

Panne: I don't want to taste any-- MURPH!

Stahl: See, if I come up with a dish you like, you can join us in the mess
tent! It took me a few tries, but I think I've finally made something really-
-

Panne: Blech! Ptooie! Idiot man-spawn! I told you I cannot digest potatoes!

Stahl: B-but I sliced them really thin! I used Chrom's sword and everything.

Panne: I am leaving. Possibly to vomit. Do not follow me!

Stahl: No, wait! I have another dish to try.

Panne: *Sniff* It smells appalling.

Stahl: Yeah, but there are no potatoes in it. Just cottage cheese. ...Er, and
some squid.

Panne: I am still leaving.

Stahl: Wait, wait! I've got one more! This one's the best, I promise! It's a
carrot dumpling wrapped in a flaky pastry crust.

Panne: I suppose if it gets the potato taste out of my mouth. *Munch, munch*

Stahl: ...Well?

Panne: ...Unpleasant.

Stahl: Damn. I thought for sure I had it.

Panne: ...However, it IS edible.

Stahl: Hey, I can live with that! So does that mean...

Panne: Very well. I suppose I might occasionally join the others in the mess
tent if you made this.

Stahl: Th-that's wonderful! I'll make a huge batch so I can freeze some for
later. Thank you, Panne!

Panne: You're thanking me again? You truly are a strange human.
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Stahl A

Panne: Why are you hovering around me while I eat?

Stahl: I'm trying to see what other kinds of food you like. You can't keep
eating nothing but dumplings. You'll get scurvy!

Panne: Then sit down and join me! Do not hover like a jackal.

Stahl: Oh, er, thank you! That's very kind! Hmm... What's this red thing?

Panne: Firefruit. Its juice can make human skin blister and itch for days on
end.

Stahl: *Munch, munch* Hey, that's pretty good! ...Wait what did you say about
juice? Oh, gods. It's on my fingers! ...And in my EYES! Aaaiiieeeeee!
Urrrgh...

Panne: Hello? Stahl? Are you dead? ...Nod if you are not dead.

Stahl: N-no. I'm fine. Just a... little light headed is all.

Panne: You cannot enjoy the meal properly when you're in such a state.

Stahl: Er, Panne? Maybe I just fainted, but were you licking my face just
now?

Panne: Yes. It is the way we taguel clean each other. Is that a problem?

Stahl: Er, no! I mean, I'm glad you saved my eyesight and all, but... It's
just a little odd to be licked by a beautiful woman.

Panne: I have no idea what you are talking about, strange man. Here, try this
fruit instead It should be safe for human skin.

Stahl: Um, there are bite marks in this. Is that normal, or were you eating
it?

Panne: Do you refuse to take it just because it's been in my mouth?

Stahl: Gracious, no! N-not at all! Ha ha! Ha. Why should I care? So, er...
here goes... *crunch, crunch*
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Stahl S

Stahl: It was good to see you at supper again, Panne.

Panne: Well, none of the food was especially repugnant to me.

Stahl: I know! It's because we tried so hard to come up with a menu everyone
could enjoy. Funnily enough, the dishes you suggested were the most popular.

Panne: You changed the whole menu for the sake of me?

Stahl: If that's what it took to get you to join us at mealtimes, no one
minded at all. And, you know. It gave me a reason to spend more time with
you!

Panne: Hah.

Stahl: Did I say something funny?

Panne: I only sat close because I was afraid you'd get firefruit juice in
your eye again.

Stahl: Right. But I didn't mean tonight. I mean, not exactly. We've grown
somewhat comfortable around each other, right?

Panne: ...Oddly enough, I do not mind it.

Stahl: Y-you don't? That's great!

Panne: You are genuinely excited about it, aren't you? You are a strange man.

Stahl: It seems like you've grown more forgiving and tolerant of humans.

Panne: Not all of them, man-spawn. Just you.

Stahl: Er, well, in that case, I was thinking you might... take this ring?

Panne: Is it valuable?

Stahl: No! I mean yes! ...That's not the point! I want us to marry and begin
a new era in taguel-human relations.

Panne: You wish to marry me for diplomatic purposes?

Stahl: I'm in love with you, Panne! Hopelessly in love! I want us to spend
the rest of our lives together.

Panne: Ah. I see. Very well, Stahl. I accept.

Stahl: Really? Oh, thank you, Panne! We'll have the greatest wedding ever!
And no potatoes will be invited!

Panne: Heh. This time I suppose I should be thanking you. ...Thank you,
Stahl.
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A6. Vaike C

Vaike: Panne! Ya got a sec?

Panne: Leave me be, human.

Vaike: Nope, sorry. Can't do it. We need to talk about your battle strategy.
I don't like ya runnin' off and fightin' the enemy on your own.

Panne: If you desire the glory of the kill, you will have to move faster.

Vaike: This ain't about glory! When ya charge ahead like that, it puts us all
in danger. We can't keep up, and then our formations start to break down.

Panne: I'll not be told when and where to fight by ignorant man-spawn!
If my fighting style troubles you, you should look the other way.

Vaike: Pshaw! Not likely! Even if I wanted to, you're always in the thick of
the action.

Panne: Man-spawn usually find it easy to ignore the existence of a taguel.

Vaike: Har! Like you beasts are any better. You wish all us humans would up
and vanish, and ya don't mind sayin' so!

Panne: Why, you---

Vaike: Aw, don't try to deny it! We both know it's true.

Panne: Enough! If you wish me to follow like an obedient whelp, I shall
oblige.
It should prove amazing watching you blunder around the vanguard!

Vaike: ...Well, that could`ve gone better.
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Vaike B

Vaike: Hey, Panne.

Panne: What now? Are you here to give me more unwanted battle orders? Don't
worry man-spawn. I'm staying as close to you as a mother to its kit.

Vaike: Yeah, I know. And I appreciate it. Buuut... Maybe it'd be better if ya
moved a little closer to the front lines. Fightin' at the rear ain't your
style.

Panne: First you order me to stay behind, and now you order me to advance?
It's obvious your real desire is: you want us fighting shoulder to shoulder.
I refuse. I don't trust you man-spawn one bit. This taguel fights alone.

Vaike: All right, I admit it. Ya got me. But I think we make a good team, and
I wanted to keep ya close.

Panne: You humans are beyond trust.

Vaike: Look. I ain't the smartest guy in the room, and I don't know much
about taguel folk. But I know about YOU. You're brave and straightforward and
honest, and I like that. I reckon ya got more honor than most humans I've
known put together. But in the slum where I grew up, trust earned ya a blade
in the back. So you're smart not to trust our lot. ...Leastwise that's how I
see it.

Panne: Then why would I trust YOU?

Vaike: 'Cause there's a difference between trustin' a human and trustin' a
friend.
We Shephards all look after each other. ...Or ain't ya noticed?

Panne: I had sensed a... fellowship. Almost like a pack.

Vaike: Anyway, just think it over, Panne. I've done enough preachin' for one
day.

Panne: Such a strange man...
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Vaike A

Panne: Vaike?

Vaike: Hold on. YOU wanna talk to ME? Ain't that a kick in the teeth! But
before ya start, I gotta apologize for all the blather the other day.

Panne: No apology is necessary. For some reason, I... enjoy talking with you.
But I enjoy fighting with you even more. I have learned much at your side.

Vaike: Har! They don't call me Teach for nothin' And in truth, I appreciate
the backup.

Panne: You should be more careful about diving into the midst of the foe.

Vaike: Har har! A tiger can't change his spots. Crazy Vaike, they used to
call me!

Panne: Heh...

Vaike: Well slap my side and call me a drum. You CAN laugh! You should do it
more often, ya know? It makes your whole face light up.

Panne: Now you mock me! I know I must seem strange and... ugly in your eyes.

Vaike: Ogre's teeth! Have you gone daft?! Taguel and humans both got beauty
to spare! ...And maybe even a little ugly, too.

Panne: How can you be so blind to the gulf that exists between our races?

Vaike: I just see a woman who like to imagine walls where there ain't none.
Human, taguel, pixie, or troll: if yer loyal and true, we can be friends.

Panne: I wish I could believe that.
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Vaike S

Vaike: Is it my imagination, or have we been seein' a lot of each other
recently?

Panne: It is not your imagination. Whenever I have the opportunity, I try to
be by your side. I am... comfortable with you somehow. It is a most
extraordinary feeling.

Vaike: Ya actually like bein' with me? 'Cause I like havin' you around, too.

Panne: You remember our last talk? How you made me... laugh?

Vaike: Yeah, sure.

Panne: That was the first time I'd laughed since the massacre when I lost my
friends. Sometimes I wondered if I would ever laugh again.

Vaike: Har har! You just stick with me! Ol' Teach is always good for a laugh.
..Aw, heck. I was meanin' to save this, but I suppose now's a s good a time
as any.

Panne: A... ring? This is for me?

Vaike: Yeah, well, I was thinkin' that you and me might kinda sorta... you
know, get married? I know it's forward as all heck, but I think you and me
make a really good team. You can keep me outta trouble, and I can help ya be
happy again! ...Maybe?

Panne: You realize what you are saying, yes? A life with me will not be easy.

Vaike: You're talkin' to Crazy Vaike, remember? There ain't nothin' I can't
handle!

Panne: Well, then... This Crazy Vaike sounds like a human I could trust. So
yes, I accept your ring with all my heart. Thank you!
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A6. Kellam C

Kellam: Panne, aren't you going to join us for some sparring?

Panne: No.

Kellam: Can you not find a partner? Because I'm free if you'd like to-

Panne: When I fight, it is to the death. I am not interested in playing at
war.

Kellam: Yes, but we-

Panne: Have you forgotten who I am, man-spawn? I am a taguel! In beast form,
I cannot hold back until my thirst for blood is slaked. If you don't mind
having your throat torn out, then let us spar by all means.

Kellam: Oh I don't know. I think I'd be alright.

Panne: Hah. And why is that?

Kellam: Well, this massive suit of armor I trundle around in is pretty much
impregnable.

Panne: Do not be so confident, iron man. If you fight me, I will grant no
quarter. Do not expect me to stop until your guts are on the ground. I cannot
be held responsible for the consequences.

Kellam: Oh, erm... Well, all right. That's fair, I suppose. But maybe you
could stop right before the guts part?
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Kellam B

Kellam: Hello, Panne. Looks like you decided to turn out for additional
sparring.

Panne: I have come to challenge you.

Kellam: Uh, really? Because you sort of destroyed me in our first match.

Panne: You are still alive. This in itself is a victory for you.

Kellam: I thought I was going to die... Does that count?

Panne: It does not! This time, I shall remove your heart with my teeth.

Kellam: Er, do you mind if I ask you a question first?

Panne: If you must.

Kellam: Just before you deliver the finishing blow, you leap left and right.
Why is that?

Panne: To confuse the defender and trick him into lowering his front guard.

Kellam: That makes sense. Avatar was wondering about it, too. After we're
finished, I'll have to go tell him/her. He/She will be very interested.

Panne: I have revealed one of my secrets. Now you must respond in kind. How
is it that you were able to fend off my intial strike?

Kellam: Well, I turn left to take it here... Then I use the spear shaft like
so...

Panne: I see. Sometimes you man-spawn are cleverer than you look. Well then,
Enough talk. Are you ready to die?

Kellam: Not really?

Panne: Come, come! Show some enthusiasm! HAVE you no pride as a warrior?
You're a worthy foe capable of besting me, else I wouldn't deign to fight
you.

Kellam: Th-thank you very much.

Panne: Don't thank me, fool! Where is your pride?
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Kellam A

Kellam: *Groan* Ow, ow, owww... Whole... body... hurts...

Panne: Just stay still. And don't get up. I put a salve on the deepest cuts.
Hopefully it works on humans, too.

Kellam: Ungh...  I guess you... won again... C-congratulations...

Panne: Tsk... I know that you weren't interested in winning our mock battle.
As we fought, a crowd of man-spawn gathered to watch and study my techniques.
And later, many of them shared their skills and secrets with me. That was
your true purpose, wasn't it? To trick me into fraternizing with others.

Kellam: When I first joined the Shepards, I was all alone too-- ...Oh dear,
that claw mark looks infected. OW! ...Yep, that's infected. Anyway, then
Chrom invited me to spar and started introducing me to people.

Panne: And you thought to do the same for me at the risk of your own life and
limb? You're a bigger fool than I thought.

Kellam: Zzzzzzzzz...

Panne: He's fallen asleep... Just as well. It will help him to heal faster.
You are a fool, man-spawn. But you have courage.
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Kellam S

Panne: Are you not going to spar today?

Kellam: How do you keep managing to find me? No one else can.

Panne: I track you by your scent. You stand out like a bull in a cake shop.

Kellam: Oh. ...Do I smell that bad?

Panne: It is nothing special--All you humans smell unpleasant to me. Still,
I'm sorry you won't be there today. Fighting you is one of my few pleasures.

Kellam: I know. I like it too. Especially when we have tea afterward.

Panne: I didn't realize you liked my tea so much. Most humans think it tastes
like medicine.

Kellam: Er, well, the tea is actually wretched. But what I like is the
talking part. You're so passionate and self-assured! I get excited just
watching you.

Panne: I confess that I also enjoy our chats. You have a soothng way about
you. It is like rubbing my back against an old, familiar tree.

Kellam: Gosh. that's just like me. I mean, when I'm with you. Um, so here. I
have something for you. It's... it's a ring that I made.

Panne: Oh? I am aware of this tradition.

Kellam: You are?

Panne: The human male gives a shiny bauble to a female and secures his right
to wed. We taguel usually decide such things through mortal combat.

Kellam: Well, um, I don't really want to fight you so I can marry you.

Panne: Nor do I. You'd likely not survive the ordeal. Here, then. Give it to
me.

Kellam: W-wait. You accept?

Panne: Of course. I know you love me. I can smell it from miles away.

Kellam: Wow, that's great! (I really need to wash this armor at some
point...)
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A6. Lon'qu C

Panne: *Pant* I should be safe now... There's no way he could track me out-

Lon'qu: Hold.

Panne: Gah! You are no ordinary man... Enough of this game.Tell me what you
want and leave me be!

Lon'qu: Don't come near me!

Panne: Stay away from YOU? What do you think I've been trying to do all day,
you ignorant man-spawn?

Lon'qu: I found this bag. It's full of weeds... or something.

Panne: That's my bag.

Lon'qu: I know. You dropped it near the camp.

Panne: Is that why you chased me over hill and dale? Why didn't you just tell
me?

Lon'qu: Yes, well. When I saw your face, I became paralyzed with fear. And
then you fled before I had a chance to explain.

Panne: Bah. This is insulting.

Lon'qu: Wait-don't forget your weeds!

Panne: I don't want them, or the bag. They are yours now.
(Panne leaves)

Lon'qu: Blast. What am I supposed to do with these? Hmm. I wonder if they
taste good? *nibble* Blegh! ...A poor idea.
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Lon'qu B

Panne: You again.

Lon'qu: I want to return your bag of weeds. I'm tired of carrying it around
all the time.

Panne: Idiot human. Why didn't you just throw it away? *Sigh*- Never mind.
Here. Give it to me.

Lon'qu: Don't come any closer. I'll toss the bag that way, and you can pick
it up.

Panne: Do you hate my kind so much?

Lon'qu: It is not your kind that I mind. It is your gender.

Panne: And why would you, a human skilled in swordplay, possibly fear all
females?

Lon'qu: I have my reasons. I am haunted by nightmares-confused, terrifying
memories from my past. When I approach a woman, be she taguel or human, I am
gripped by an icy fear.

Panne: Then I am not the only one plagued by terrible memories.

Lon'qu: I do not like to speak of it. If others knew I still suffered from
childish nightmares, they would think me weak.

Panne: ...Throw me the bag.

Lon'qu: Here.

Panne: Thank you. Now wait right there.

Lon'qu: What are you doing?

Panne: I'm making a special brew using the herbs I collected. ...Here.

Lon'qu: *Sniff* It smells vile. And there are twigs floating in it.

Panne: Just drink it down.

Lon'qu: Are you sure it's safe for humans?

Panne: Drink it or don't. I care not. Very well. *glug,glug*

Lon'qu: Very well. *glug, glug* *Splutter* Bleeech! Urgh! It tastes even
worse than it smells!

Panne: Yes. But you will find it helps with your nightmares.
(Panne leaves)

Lon'qu: ..... Gods, that was awful. I hope this isn't some kind of elaborate
practical joke.
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Lon'qu A

Lon'qu: Hello, Panne.

Panne: You look cheerful. I assume this to mean the potion did its deed. This
is good. I was unsure it would work on humans.

Lon'qu: Your brew did more than cure me of my nightmares ...Since I drank
that draught, I've been having the most wonderful dreams.

Panne: The effect will wear off soon. Wait while I brew another mug.

Lon'qu: Thank you.

Panne: ...Done. I'll just leave it here and back away.

Lon'qu: Right. Down the hatch... ...Urgh. The taste does not improve with
exposure. But if it means no more nightmares. I'll drink a barrel and ask for
more.

Panne: .....

Lon'qu: Tell me, Panne. Why do you help me? I know you've little love for
humans.

Panne: Well, I'd already given you the herbs, I didn't want them to go to
waste.

Lon'qu: And why did you collect them in the first place? Were they for you?
Are you also haunted by nightmares?

Panne: I often dream of the night man-spawn razed my village and murdered my
kin. Just before she died, my mother told me that I mustn't hate all humans.
She said there were good men as well as wicked, and I was never to forget it.

Lon'qu: But why did you make the potion for me?

Panne: I told you. I didn't want the herbs to go to waste.

Lon'qu: ...You have a good heart.

Panne: You know nothing about me.
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Lon'qu S

Panne: Here for another dose of Panne's potion? Sit there while I make it.

Lon'qu: Actually, I thought I'd offer my own brew-elderberry and tea leaves
from Ferox. There's no better tea in all the lands.

Panne: If you are so confident, I suppose I must have some...*slurp* Why,
this IS good.

Lon'qu: You know, it's funny...

Panne: What is?

Lon'qu: Whenever I talk to you, a warm and... fuzzy feeling comes over me. I
assumed that it was because of your potion. But I have the same feeling right
now, and I haven't touched a drop.

Panne: Now that you mention it, I feel the same way.

Lon'qu: There's no medicine in that brew. Just Ferox's finest tea leaves.

Panne: And it certainly is delicious. I could drink this every day.

Lon'qu: If we were to spend more time together, I would make you a cup every
morning.

Panne: Are you implying what I think you are, human?

Lon'qu: Taguel or human-it matters not to me. You are just the woman I love.

Panne: Things have changed since we first met. Remember how afraid you were?

Lon'qu: I do. But I'm not anymore. Panne, will you accept this ring?

Panne: Ah, a bribe to spice the proposal. Such a typical human custom. But I
know you speak from the heart, and so I accept. You're the first human I've
known who makes me forget about the past... And for that. I shall be
eternally yours.
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A6. Donnel C

Panne: Hngh! ...Hmm? A hunter's trap?

Donnel: Er, that's-

Panne: Is this your doing?!

Donnel: Gosh, I'm sorry, Panne! I never dreamed I'd snear me a person! I been
doin' this for years, but yer the first human bein' I ever caught.

Panne: I am no human. I am a taguel!

Donnel: S-sorry!

Panne: Caught in a trap. How embarrassing.. Hmm... Still, it is remarkably
well made.

Donnel: I grew up in the mountains, and our little pig farm couldn't feed us
all. If we wanted to eat, we had to hunt.

Panne: So your survival skills bested mine. That is your claim?

Donnel: I'm real sorry! I didn't mean no offense. I didn't mean none'a
this... I'll stop trappin' if ya promise not to eat me!

Panne: You needn't stop, man-spawn. The problem is easily solved. I need only
to keep a sharper lookout for your human traps.

Donnel: Y-yer sure ya don't mind, then?

Panne: I welcome the challenge.
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Donnel B

Panne: .....

Donnel: Hey there, Panne. Whatcha doin' way out here? You be careful now. I
got traps set up all 'round these parts.

Panne: .....

Donnel: Oh. Looks like ya... already found that out...

Panne: What was your first clue?

Donnel: Oh, gosh, I'm sorry! I'll have ya outta there in two shakes! .....
There, all free. ...Oh, pig slop! Yer ankle's all swollen up! Gah, I feel
just awful... Ya need any help?

Panne: My wound is inconsequential. I care more about this trap... After the
last time, I was extremely careful. Yet here I am, snared like a common
beast. Why am I the only one to fall for this? I cannot accept this.

Donnel: Well, every animal's got its own unique way of goin' about its
business. Some of it's instinct, some's reflex. So if ya use that knowledge
to design a trap...

Panne: This is the result.

Donnel: Yup. Take this one here. There's a dozen other traps you passed
before it. Bet you noticed all'a them, right? Well, yer s'posed to. They're
decoys. I set them boys up to guide the animal into this here real trap.

Panne: So I was led here by instinct? That is your claim?

Donnel: A'yup. Somethin' like that.

Panne: I never thought to find an apex predator among the humans of the camp.
You've left my pride in tatters, man-spawn.

Donnel: Gosh, I'm real sorry 'bout that.

Panne: Your apology serves no purpose. Only a duel can restore my honor. Set
another trap, human. This time I will see through it.

Donnel: Are ya sure 'bout that? I don't know if I-

Panne: If you decline, I will challenge you to hand-to-hand combat! And if I
sense you have not set the trap with all your skill, I will challenge you
again. If you wish to go unscathed, you had best set your trap very carefully
indeed.

Donnel: I wanna go home...
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Donnel A

Panne: Gyah! How is this possible?!

Donnel: S-sorry, Panne!

Panne: How did I walk into ANOTHER trap? And a pitfall, no less! Is there any
greater cliche?

Donnel: Well, this time I was designin' the trap to catch YOU! ...On purpose,
I mean. I been watchin' ya pretty close, so that determined the trap I set.

Panne: I'm well aware you were watching me. That is why I intentionally took
unnatural and misleading actions.

Donnel: None of that really matters, though. Instincts're what I'm after. If
ya know what a critter does when they ain't thinkn', they're good as caught.

Panne: You claim to know my actions better than I do?

Donnel: Er, I guess so. ...Sorry 'bout that.

Panne: I suppose I must accept it. I was bested by a human. I have failed.

Donnel: Now that ain't hardly fair to say! I just know more about trappin' is
all. I can think of a dozen things yer better at than me, easy!

Panne: Is that your idea of pity?

Donnel: Ain't no one needs to pity you, Panne. Just speakin' the plain truth.

Panne: ...I allowed pride to blind me. This was a valuable lesson, Donny. You
have my thanks. I'm certain this war will provide ample opportunity to see
who is more shrewd. Our rivalry will ensure we never grow bored.

Donnel: Gosh, I'm honored ya see me that way.

Panne: Just don't expect things to continue to be so one-sided. I will win
the next round!

Donnel: Well, I ain't going' easy on ya! You'll have to earn it!

Panne: I would have it no other way.
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Donnel S

Panne: Explain yourself.

Donnel: Explain what?

Panne: Explain why I'm standing at the bottom of a pitfall trap!

Donnel: Well, 'cause I set it and you fell in.

Panne: Yes, but why did you set it? Our next challenge isn't till next week!
And was there a necessity to make it deeper than I can climb out of?

Donnel: Hey, I'm lowerin' you a rope, ain't I?

Panne: ...Next question. What is this tied to the end of the rope?

Donnel: It's a ring. Carved it m'self, out of wood. ...I thought ya might
like that.

Panne: And WHY is there a ring tied to the end of this rope?

Donnel: 'Cause I want ya to marry me!

Panne: And you thought to ask me while I was in a pit?!

Donnel: I reckoned this was the only way I could get ya to sit still and
lemme ask!

Panne: ...Most women would not respond well to being dropped into a hole.

Donnel: Well, I'm real sorry 'bout that, but we both know you ain't "most
women." Now maybe it warn't the smartest thing to do, but I had to tell ya.
Yer the first person I met where I saw their core and still found 'em
beautiful. 'Cept for my ma, of course, but she don't count.

Panne: My heart burns for revenge against the humans who slaughtered my kin.
There is no beauty in such anger.

Donnel: Your anger ain't the real heart of you, Panne. Not by a country mile!
'Sides, it's them rotten humans' own dang fault you hate 'em! I want 'em to
face justice just as much as you do.

Panne: You... do?

Donnel: Cross my heart and hope to spit! ...But honestly, I don't expect ya
to say yes to me. I truly don't. I just wanted a chance to say my piece.

Panne: It is an... interesting offer. We can continue discussing it once I'm
out of this pit.

Donnel: Yeah, all rig-Ah! Waaaugh!

Panne: Some hunter you are! You've fallen into your own trap!

Donnel: You yanked on the rope harder'n I was expectin'!

Panne: *Sigh* ...Pick that up.

Donnel: Huh?

Panne: The ring. As long as you're here, you might as well put it on me.

Donnel: Wha-?

Panne: Do you wish to be my mate or what?

Donnel: Yer darn shootin' I do! ...Aw, look at that. Perfect fit.

Panne: I suppose finger size was something you took note of while you were
watching me?

Donnel: Maybe I just got lucky. But, uh, if ya don't mind me askn', why'd ya
say yes?

Panne: Do I need a reason?

Donnel: You don't need a darn thing, Panne! I'd be happy to be here with ya
forever!

Panne: If we stay here just the two of us, we will starve to death.

Donnel: Long as it's with you, I don't know as I'd really mind.

Panne: You are sweet. ...Which may come in handy in a week or two.
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A6. Ricken C

Ricken: Hey, Panne? Panne? ...Hey! Panne!

Panne: Stop shouting, you cretinous whelp. My ears are highly sensative.

Ricken: Oh, gosh. Sorry! I thought you couldn't hear me.

Panne: I was trying to ignore you.

Ricken: Why? Didn't you realize it was me? I bet you thought I was someone
else and-

Panne: I have no interest in associating with you.

Ricken: Hey, why not? Because I have, like, a hundred questions for you!
Like, can you see in the dark? And how share are your claws? Oh, and what-

Panne: Keep pestering me, and you'll learn firsthand how sharp my claws are.

Ricken: Look, can we be friends? If we were friends, you'd have to talk to
me, right? Yeah, you would! So I'm just gonna stick to you like glue!

Panne: ...This bizarre child appears to be utterly without fear. Very well.
You may tag along with me. ...If you dare!
(Panne leaves)

Ricken: H-hey! You're not allowed to change into a monster!
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Ricken B

Ricken: Hey, Panne!

Panne: Curses. The whelp.

Ricken: Phew, that's a relief. I looked for ages, but I couldn't find you
anywhere.

Panne: I was hiding. From you.

Ricken: Sheesh. Why are you so mean to me? What did I ever do to you?

Panne: Nothing yet. But you will. In time, you'll learn ro hate and scorn
just like all the others of your kind.

Ricken: No I won't I'll always be your friend.

Panne: You say that now, but humans change.

Ricken: Listen. I used to be bullied, too. I know what it feels like. In my
hometown, the local noblefolk always picked on my family. We were nobles too,
but we'd fallen on hard times. The other families really hated us for that.

Panne: .....

Ricken: Panne, I know you and the taguel had it way worse than I ever did.
But my father said we had to keep our pride or else the bullies would win.
And if there's one thing I hate, it's bullies!

Panne: Your family problems have nothing to do with me.

Ricken: Er, yeah. I suppose not.

Panne: And frankly, I'm tired of you following me around like a lovesick
puppy. But if that's what you really want to do, then fine. I give you
permission.

Ricken: R-really?

Panne: Don't think this makes us friends. Follow me at a distance. ...And
quietly.

Ricken: Brilliant! Thanks, Panne! Okay, I've got a few more questions...

Panne: *Sigh* This whelp only hears what he wants to hear...
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Ricken A

Ricken: Say, Panne. I heard taguel can turn into all kinds of animals. So
what else can you become besides a big bunny?

Panne: .....

Ricken: Hey, Panne? Did you hear me? I asked what other animal-

Panne: You just won't take stony silence for an answer, will you? I've met
some taguel who become lions, and others who turned into wolves.

Ricken: No way! That's great! I bet they were really strong!

Panne: A long time ago, my mother used to tell me the tale of a certain
tribal leader... This was back when taguel ruled the world and lived in an
earthly paradise. Before everything changed and our way of life was wiped out
forever.

Ricken: *Sniff, sniff* Waaaaaah!

Panne: Why are you crying?

Ricken: I'm sorry. It's just... I feel so bad for you... You and the taguel
lost so much! You'd have been so much better off if it wasn't for us humans.

Panne: I... I have never seen a man-spawn cry for our sake... Tsk. Here,
here. Wipe away the tears and cheer up.
Ricken: *Sniff*
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Ricken S

Panne: Ricken.

Ricken: Oh, wow! You actually said my name! Thanks, Panne! This is such an
honor!

Panne: Are you being sarcastic? I can't tell. And are you sure I've never
said your name?

Ricken: Yep, this is the first time! So what can I do for you?

Panne: I was thinking about the other day, when you cried over my story. I am
very worried.

Ricken: Worried? About what?

Panne: You are a young man in possession of a naive innocence that will one
day vanish. And when that happens, I fear that one of us is going to get
hurt. I think we need to stop spending so much time together.

Ricken: No, don't say that! Not when I just bought you this...

Panne: Is this a ring?

Ricken: I really like you, Panne. I want us to swear to be each other's
friend, forever and ever.

Panne: This crest on the ring- does it symbolize the pact?

Ricken: It's my family crest. My father said I'm supposed to... Well, I'm
supposed to give the ring to the person I want to marry.

Panne: Marriage? I have heard of this human custom. Are you sure about this?
I am a taguel, after all.

Ricken: Of course I'm sure!

Panne: All right, Ricken, you've convinced me. We shall be friends for life.

Ricken: Yes! This is the best day ever! You won't regret this, Panne!
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A6. Gaius C

Gaius: *Sigh* One pot of honey, and that's it. This is barely going to last
three days, and I just ate my last candied fig this morning...

Panne: Gaius?

Gaius: That you, Panne? What can I do for you?

Panne: What are you doing here? I rarely see you man-spawn clambering on
sheer cliffs.

Gaius: I was collecting hon- Er, that is to say, I'm here on a... mission.
Yeah, that's right. A very important and dangerous mission.

Panne: Oh.

Gaius: I can tell you're impressed, Whiskers. Don't try to hide it. You're
thinking, "Crivens, this must be a brave and agile man, to be-"

Panne: Your dexterity would be below average among the Taguel. And do not
call me Whiskers.

Gaius: Below average, eh?

Panne: I admit, when I saw you at a distance, I thought you might be one of
my kin. Perhaps a particularly clumsy friend who managed to hide among these
rocks. But it was a fool's hope.

Gaius: Yikes. When you say that, I feel kind of bad for clambering around up
here.

Panne: It is all right. You did not know.

Gaius: But uh, before you go...

Panne: Yes?

Gaius: ...You know a good way of getting down from here?

Panne: .....
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Gaius B

Gaius: Heya, Whiskers. Thanks for getting me out of that tight spot the other
day.

Panne: I never imagined I would one day be forced to carry a human down a
cliff. I hope the experience will not be repeated. I found it disagreeable
and humiliating.

Gaius: I thought we looked pretty dashing with me on your back. Like a Panne
knight! ...You get it? See, instead of "pegasus," I said "Panne," so-

Panne: I am not a beast of burden, idiot!

Gaius: Crivens, you're a snippy one, aren't you? Maybe you need some sugar.
Here, have one of my candied figs. It'll settle that temper of yours.

Panne: I do not usually eat sweets.

Gaius: No wonder you're always mopin' around. A berry tart keeps me whistling
no matter how hard the going.

Panne: Do these sweets of yours serve as emergency rations?

Gaius: Any moment I'm not eating sugar is an emergency, Whiskers.

Panne: *Nibble* ...Ah, yes, very sweet. In emergencies, we taguel sometimes
eat a similar-tasting fruit. But it is even sweeter than this candied
confection.

Gaius: Sweeter than candy? Wh-what's it called? Where can I get it?! Ya gotta
tell me, Whiskers!

Panne: Are you that interested in our culture?

Gaius: Oh, er... yeah! Of course. Absolutely obsessed, in fact! ...So this
fruit of yours. Where can I find it?

Panne: You're standing below a tree right now.

Gaius: Wh-what?! A candy tree?! Mmmmuuurrrrgghhh... Now I just gotta climb my
way... Wait, up THERE?!

Panne: If you refer to the single, solitary tree at the very top of this
cliff, then yes.

Gaius: Well, crap.

Panne: ..... What are you doing, man-spawn? You know you can't get down
again! ..... I won't help if you get stuck. You'll have to stay there for the
rest of your days! ..... Gods, take this half-wit. He's stuck again...
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Gaius A

Panne: Enough. Stop pestering me!

Gaius: I'm sorry, Whiskers, I really am. But ever since you told me about
that candy tree, I can't get it out of my head!

Panne: It is not a candy tree-it is a fruit tree. And I'm tired of playing
Panne knight!

Gaius: Hey, you just said Panne kni-

Panne: Are you listening to me?

Gaius: Er, yes.

Panne: Good. Anyway, you could at least pretend to be interested in the
culture of my people. It would make me happier than you could possibly know.

Gaius: Wait, you KNEW I was just after the fruit? You saw through my cunning
sham?

Panne: It was easy. You said as much when you were climbing toward the tree.
You tend to talk to yourself a lot, man-spawn.

Gaius: Yeah, but I was so far away! How did you hear me?

Panne: Taguel ears are far more sensitive than your own.

Gaius: Crivens... I wager you overhear all kinds of secrets.

Panne: Not really. Our hearing is so ensitive, we pick up every little sound.
Often the one thing we WANT to hear is drowned out by background clamor.

Gaius: Interesting. Tell me something else I don't know about the taguel.

Panne: Why? I've told you all there is to know about our sweet fruit tree.

Gaius: No, not that. I mean, about how you live and your culture and all
that. I'm interested, Whiskers. Really.

Panne: You're not just saying this to place butter on me?

Gaius: Actually, the saying is... You know what? Never mind.
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Gaius S

Gaius: Here, I've finished the ring. What do you think?

Panne: Very good. You have captured the style of taguel ornamentation
perfectly. You're quite skilled with your hands. Did you ever think of being
a jeweler?

Gaius: Hah! With your endorsement, I reckon I could make a go of it! Now tell
me again about your high holy feast. How did that go again?
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Panne: Aren't you bored of discussing the taguel, Gaius? We've done little
else for weeks.

Gaius: Panne, you never bore me.

Panne: Oh? Well, I am glad.

Gaius: When you talk about your people, your whole face lights up. It's the
exact opposite of that time you had to carry me down the cliff.

Panne: I considered leaving you there. ...Or killing you.

Gaius: Listen, Panne. I've been thinking that maybe we could spend more time
together. See, among us man-spawn, a ring like this usually symbolizes a
promise. And, if the lady does a man the honor of wearing it, then-

Panne: Then I would be your property? Is that it? Do you wish to employ me as
a pack mule to haul you to and fro your candy tree?

Gaius: What? No, no. That's not why. The honest truth is... Well, it's... You
see, the thing is...

Panne: ..... Gaius, I understand. And my answer is yes. I will wear your
ring.

Gaius: You will? Truly?! Oh, Panne, this is the sweetest day of my life!

Panne: Coming from you, Gaius, that is high praise indeed.
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A6. Gregor C

Panne: *Gasp* Wh-what's happening to the sun? Everything is growing dark!

Gregor: Oy?

Panne: Whaaa... aaa... No! Ancestors help me...

Gregor: What is being wrong? Panne is shaking like dry leaf in wind.

Panne: D-darkness... consuming all...

Gregor: Is just eclispe! Sun is only hiding behind moon for small time. Is
coming back, Gregor swears. Do not make with the worrying.

Panne: T-truly?

Gregor: Panne has never heard of eclispe?

Panne: I've been in hiding for most of my life. There is much I do not know.

Gregor: Oy, you must have been poor and lonely girl, yes?

Panne: Do not offer me pity. I will not accept it.

Gregor: You are funny woman, saying so to Gregor while cuddling in his strong
arms!

Panne: Cuddling...? In your arms...? Aaargh! When did you grab me, man-
spawn?! I should eat your heart for this insult!

Gregor: Please, do not be doing this! Gregor is needing his heart! And it was
you who is jumping into Gregor's arms like frightened rabbit, yes?

Panne: Er, yes, well. it must have been... this "eclipse."
(Panne leaves)

Gregor: Is no problem! Gregor always in mood for friendly cuddle.
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Gregor B

Gregor: Hello, Panne.

Panne: .....

Gregor: Oy, Panne! Is only Gregor!

Panne: Yes? What is it, then? Have your say and leave.

Gregor: Why so cold to good friend Gregor?

Panne: None of your business.

Gregor: Aaah, Gregor is knowing why! Panne is ashamed, yes?

Panne: Wh-why would I be ashamed? I simply do not wish to see you.

Gregor: So now you hate Gregor with passion of maniac? All right. Gregor
knows when he is being unwanted like trash.

Panne: No! ...Er, don't go.

Gregor:  Yeees?

Panne: I don't hate you. And I want to... To thank you for helping me.

Gregor: Ah, you see! Now we are having conversation like grown adult. Maybe
you will let Gregor pet fuzzy ears then, yes?

Panne: Are you making fun of me?

Gregor: Hoho! Gregor is thinking you have many commitment issues. Is lucky
thing he is expert in such matters.

Panne: I have no idea what you're blathering about.

Gregor: Gregor saw you trembling like little bunny when eclipse came, yes? So
Gregor think, "Little bunny is needing much care and protection!" Panne spent
much time in hiding from man, yes? She knows little of us. So then, she must
open heart to Gregor! Let him be guide to world of mankind.

Panne: Hah. I think I would be more comfortable back in hiding...
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Gregor A

Panne: Gregor, just what were you doing in that last battle?

Gregor: Is Gregor's sworn duty to protect you. What else can Gregor be doing?
You are Gregor's devoted pupil. Gregor is masterful and wise teacher. Gregor
cannot stand in idleness while noble pupil is skewered into rabbit meats.

Panne: So you thought to throw yourself in front of an onrushing cavalry?
You're lucky you're still alive.

Gregor: You have worry for master Gregor, yes? You are noticing his wound of
gapingness?

Panne: Master Gregor can stick his head in a dragon's maw for all I care.

Gregor: Argh! Gregor's wound! The stitches, they tear open!

Panne: What? Where? Are you bleeding? Quickly, let me see! ...Hm? No,
everything looks fine. Bandages in place are-

Gregor: Oh ho ho ho! Gregor makes jape!

Panne: Do that again and I'll give you more real wounds to worry about!

Gregor: Yes, yes! Is perfect! Now do again with more anger.

Panne: ...What?

Gregor: Panne must learn to express feeling more. Is first step to intimacy.
Holding anger inside and never learning to forgive? Very bad. Is reason why
Panne has few friends.

Panne: ...I have no idea what you are talking about.

Gregor: Is, how to say, baby steps, yes? You will learn like good bunny.
Until then, Gregor protect you.

Panne: .....
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Gregor S

Gregor: Panne! Hellooo? ...Where is favorite pupil?

Panne: *Pant, pant*

Gregor: Ah-ha! Gregor finds you.

Panne: How did you-

Gregor: Why does Panne hide from Gregor? Do you hate him so?

Panne: You act like a reckless fool when you're near me. I don't want to see
you hurt.

Gregor: Ho ho! You worry about old man too much. Gregor knows well how to
protect self.

Panne: I don't need you hovering around trying to defend me all the time.

Gregor: But is not about what you need. Is about what Gregor need. If Gregor
gives you one good reason, will you let him protect you?

Panne: Well, it had better be very good.

Gregor: Gregor is wanting to marry you.

Panne: Are you... ...Is this another one of your japes?

Gregor: Gregor never joke about love! ...Well, not this time. Here, see?

Panne: A ring?

Gregor: You know what ring mean for human, yes? Now you know, is no joke. Is
love.

Panne: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!

Gregor: Oy! Why do you make with the screaming and the crying and the
noises?!

Panne: I am releasing pain and anger from my heart. It is what you told me to
do if I was to make friends with anyone.

Gregor: Ah, yes. Gregor is remembering now. So, what is result? How does
Panne feel?

Panne: I am not so sure... I am feeling many strange things. Joy?
Contentment? Even... hope? I have not felt this way in a long time.

Gregor: Gregor is delighted! His heart is swelling to burstiness!

Panne: But you don't get to protect me all the time. Understand? We're going
to protect each other.

Gregor: Very good! Now you come, little bunny! Jump into Gregor's arms!
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A6. Libra C

Libra: Might I beg a moment of your time?

Panne: You get a moment. State your business, priest.

Libra: I wanted to thank you.

Panne: You owe me nothing.

Libra: But I do. You saved Lady Emmeryn from assassination. As an Ylissean
citizen and a man of the cloth, I owe you my gratitude.

Panne: I saved no one. Emmeryn only lived long enough to fall into the next
snare.

Libra: ..... You were there, then. When she... Ah, I fear we both witnessed
it.

Panne: .....

Libra: I see that what happened to her pains you even now. I, too, still
grieve. I cannot help but feel that I failed her somehow.

Panne: What, then? You would have the two of us sit around licking each
other's wounds?

Libra: No, I merely thought to-

Panne: You are human. I am taguel. Linger near me and you'll be viewed with
suspicion by your kind.

Libra: You're worried for my reputation? That's very gallant.

Panne: Watch your words, man-spawn, lest you get yourself hurt.

Libra: My apologies...
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Libra B

Libra: Hello, Panne.

Panne: What now, priest?

Libra: I apologize for disturbing you, but there's something I need to ask.
Why did you come to the exalt's aid?

Panne: Can you not believe a taguel would help a human?

Libra: Apologies. That isn't what I meant. Had you even met her before?

Panne: No. The night of the assassination attempt was the first I saw her. I
knew neither her face nor her name. All I knew is she was descended from the
first exalt.

Libra: Your debt was to a man who died over a thousand years ago?

Panne: It is the debt of all the taguel. We are told the story as kits. In
his time, the taguel were slaves to humans. Kept as labor - or even pets - we
were treated worse than livestock. The slightest resistance would earn a
swift execution, to serve as an example.

Libra: I've never heard of such cruelty.

Panne: Humans are quick to forget history. ...Or rewrite it. But the first
exalt had the strength and courage to end the horror. He stood up for the
taguel, though it earned him the ire of his fellow humans. "We are all the
same," he said. "Equal beings. No difference separates human and taguel."

Libra: .....

Panne: It was a platitude then, as now. But in that platitude, my kind found
salvation. Liberation and equality took time, but in those words we found
dignity. And so we teach our young of the debt we owe him. Should any exalt
ever need our aid, we will give it regardless of the cost.

Libra: I see.

Panne: Despite our history, I never hated mankind. The exalt proved your
race's worth. Until man-spawn slaughtered my people and put my warren to
ruin, that is.

Libra: Panne, I haven't the words to tell you-

Panne: I've spoken all of mine as well, and wasted both of our time.

Libra: Not at all! You've allowed me to better understand who you are, Panne.
And convinced me you are someone I would dearly love to know still better. I
thank you for sharing your story with me.

Panne: Hmph.
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Libra A

Libra: Panne, I just had a word with Chrom. I hear you were involved in an
altercation with some of the other soldiers?

Panne: I don't see how that's your concern.

Libra: Isn't it, though? The next time you find yourself in a situation like
this, please, let me know. You needn't sully your hands for my sake. I can
express my own displeasure.

Panne: ...You heard, then?

Libra: Indeed. A little bird told me the cause of your scuffle. Apparently
you intervened when someone began telling off-color jokes about me?

Panne: Hmph. Perhaps I was just in the mood to hit someone that day.

Libra: You always insist on hiding your kindness and denying your compassion.
I would dearly love to see you embrace these traits more openly.

Panne: I didn't ask your opinion. ....... Speaking with you made me feel
better. And hearing those soldiers angered me. That is all. Now we're even.

Libra: You amaze me, Panne. The light within you shines so brilliantly. Never
losing its purity of character or allowing the world to dim its luster... I
thank the gods and the exalt for granting me the chance to bask within its
glow.

Panne: You're mad. And a terrible flatterer.

Libra: Apologies. Have I embarrassed you?

Panne: ...Hmph.
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Libra S

Libra: Panne. There is a matter of import that I would discuss with you.
Might I-

Panne: Speak your business.

Libra: Very well. I would like to ask only that you listen and give me a fair
chance. ...And that you accept this ring.

Panne: ......

Libra: ......

Panne: ......

Libra: Er, Panne? I thank you for accepting the ring, but, um... Have you
nothing to say?

Panne: You asked me to listen.

Libra: Of all the times to start doing as you're asked...

Panne: Come again?

Libra: N-never mind. I retract my prior request for listening. Please, speak
your mind. Be frank.

Panne: I feel like leaping across a mountain range.

Libra: ...Is it safe to assume that means you're happy?

Panne: That's not it. Something greater. I suspect this is... bliss.

Libra: Well, I'm blissful to hear it! And relieved...

Panne: What made you think to give me this?

Libra: Greed, I fear. I succumbed to my baser inclinations. When presented
with your brilliant light, I knew I had to have it all to myself.

Panne: That's quite the desire, to have driven a man of the cloth to fall
from grace. Perhaps I should be the one thanking your gods and your exalt.

Libra: Mostly I feel like thanking you, Panne.

Panne: Hah. You've done pretty well, yourself.
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A6. Henry C

Panne: Nnh? Wha--? Who is...? G-get off me, man-spawn! Wake up!

Henry: Mmm? Oh, hey! Mornin'!

Panne: Do not "morning" me, Plegian curse slinger. Get away at once!

Henry: Hey, I've got a name, you know. It's Henry!

Panne: I have no use for the name of a filthy Grimleal craven.

Henry: That's not very neighborly, now is it? What difference does one's
religion make? I just want to be friends!

Panne: I will have no dealings with your ilk! Your lot killed the exalt in
cold blood. You stole Emmeryn from her people.

Henry: Hey, I haven't killed a single exalt! And besides, I tried to save
her. I was the one who told you the exalt was going to be killed, remember?

Panne: I remember. You made quite a spectacle of yourself in the process.

Henry: Yeah, well, I knew I had to do something!

Panne: What reason would you have to spare the exalt's life?

Henry: Ylisse is weak enough as it is. If the exalt were assassinated, I
worried they'd lose the war in a week! That would have been a terrible waste
of a perfectly fun war.

Panne: THAT was your reason?!

Henry: Not that it made much difference in the end. Whoops! Nya ha ha.

Panne: Bah! You are strange and unpleasant. Do not speak to me again.
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Henry B

Henry: Hey, Panne!

Panne: Keep your distance, Plegian viper.

Henry: Aww, did you forget my name again? It's Henry! Hey, so are you bad
with names because you're a half-beast?

Panne: Are you eager for me to kill you, boy?

Henry: Aw, that's sweet of you to offer, but no thanks! And I meant it as a
compliment!

Panne: What part of "half-beast" is a compliment?!

Henry: Er, the beast half, I guess. I love animals! I wish I could be one.
Even a half one would be okay with me.

Panne: For what possible reason?

Henry: My parents abandoned me in the woods when I was little. So it was
mostly the nice animals there who raised me. I still love their smell. It
relaxes me in a totally nostalgic sort of way.

Panne: I suppose that explains the odd feral air about you. ... As much it
pains me to say so, I find your scent acceptable.

Henry: Nya ha! Yay!

Panne: But understand this-- I have no intention of forgiving what you
Grimleal have done.

Henry: So if I went out and killed them all, could we be friends?

Panne: Are you mad? Have you no sense of fealty to your warren?

Henry: Eh, not really. I'd kill pretty much whoever you want me to, Panne.

Panne: You are a child tearing wings from flies, and nothing more. You have
no idea what the taguel have gone through. What horrors Plegia has wrought.
.. Still, perhaps you are simply too young or stupid to know better.

Henry: I'm not that young, and I don't think I'm stupid. But hey, who knows,
right? Still, I'd like to know more about you, Panne! Can I stick with you?

Panne: Only if you can keep up.
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Henry A

Panne: When I said you could follow me, I didn't mean indefinitely. Just how
long do you intend to keep this up?

Henry: I was thinking indefinitely, actually. Why, do you not want me around?

Panne: Of course not. I hate humans. I've always hated humans.

Henry: Oh, riiight. That. Hey, tell ya what. In that case, howzabout I curse
Chrom to death?

Panne: Are you mad?!

Henry: Everyone would panic, and the war would escalate more and more. Humans
all over would suffer like never before, and blammo! Panne's happy!

Panne: I do not wish for any of that! It would dishonor the memory of
Emmeryn. No future can be built upon hate, and random human suffering buys me
no joy.

Henry: Geez, Panne. What WILL convince you to let me stick around? You remind
me of the fuzzy animals that raised me, and they all died, and now I... Come
on, Panne. Please don't abandon me like my parents did. I'll do anything you
want. A-n-y-t-h-i-n-g! Enemies? Gone! Rivals? Kaput!

Panne: I don't doubt that. The lives of others mean nothing to you. You have
so much to learn, Henry. And if I am the only one capable of teaching it,
then so be it. I won't abandon you.

Henry: Woo-hoo!
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Henry S

Panne: Lesson one: everyone in this camp is an ally to be cherished.

Henry: Could you be a bit more specific?

Panne: Hmm... Treat them the same as you would the animals that raised you.

Henry: But you hate humans.

Panne: I've come to learn some humans aren't so bad. For example, I don't
hate anyone here.

Henry: All right. If you say so, I'll play nice.

Panne: Good. Coexist with them long enough, and I'm sure you'll find your
humanity. ...Heh. To think the day would come when I'd encourage someone to
be MORE human.

Henry: Hey, Panne? Will you take this?

Panne: Hmm? What is it?

Henry: It's a wedding ring! It's a promise that you'll always stay with
someone. I don't ever want to be alone again, but I need a promise. So, um,
please? Please be my family?

Panne: ...I think I finally understand why I was never able to really get mad
at you.

Henry: Oh?

Panne: We're too alike, you and I. We both lost our families and lived alone
too long. But no more. I accept your ring. From now on, we are each other's
family.

Henry: Great! It's a promise! Thanks, Panne!
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Cordelia!

A7. Frederick C

Cordelia: The supplies have been unloaded, and everything is accounted for,
sir.

Frederick: Ah, good work. Thank you. Next, may I ask you to-

Cordelia: Inspect the worn weapons and scrolls? Already done, sir. Oh, but I
did have a number of questions regarding the layout of the camp.

Frederick: .....

Cordelia: Frederick?

Frederick: I was just thinking how little you have changed from when I knew
you in Ylisse. Back when you served the royal pegasus knights. Always working
harder than everyone and finding some task that needs doing... Phila once
confessed to me that she'd have been lost without your help. I'm convinced it
was her intention to eventually name you her successor.

Cordelia: Ph-Phila said that?!

Frederick: I envied her, in truth. I've often wished that I possessed a
successor of your caliber.

Cordelia: Come now, Frederick, sir! You go too far. People will get the wrong
impression if they overhear such flattery.

Frederick: The wrong impression? ...Ah, yes. I see. Apoligies, milady. I'm
afraid I'm not as sensitive as you to how such things can be perceived.

Cordelia: Of course not. Sometimes it feels like as if every man only wishes
to woo me...

Frederick: Indeed, the stories of your colorful past certainly do precede
you.

Cordelia: Er, stories? What stories? ...Frederick, what stories?
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Frederick B

Frederick: Might I have a word, milady?

Cordelia: Ah, Frederick. Of course. What is it? Why are you so fidgety? Wait,
is this about your inexperience in the matters of the heart again? Aha!
You've come to me for love advice, haven't you?

Frederick: Er, n-no, milady! I assure you, my intentions are entirely
innocent. I was hoping you'd show the new recruits how well you handle a
spear.

Cordelia: ...I suppose I could. But what would be the point? A common soldier
is never going to be capable of wielding a spear the way I do.

Frederick: No. But at the very least, I want them to experience your
legendary skills firsthand. Then they'll understand that your skills are born
of effort, and not a matter of luck.

Cordelia: ...Luck? But why would they think that in the first place?

Frederick: Well, you see... Er, how shall I put it? For mere military mortals
such as our new recruits and myself... Well, your martial genius places you
on an entirely different plane. So far above us, in fact, that it's different
to understand how skilled you really are.

Cordelia: Laying it on a bit thick, aren't you?

Frederick: I'm quite sincere. It must be very difficult having talent of your
sort. It must be frustrating to be so constantly misunderstood and
underappreciated. For our army's morale, I think it's important that our new
recruits understand this.

Cordelia: .....

Frederick: I know it's an onerous request. You have every right to refuse.

Cordelia: Oh, no. I'll do it. In fact, I'm delighted you asked...

Frederick: You are?

Cordelia: I've always felt... apart from the rest of society. Like I'm in a
different world. And when I'd complain about this or that, no one would take
me seriously. People would say, "Oh, you're a genius. What do you have to
complain about?" You're the first to realize that... Well, it's not easy
being me.

Frederick: Well, I am pleased that milady is pleased!

Cordelia: So! Now that we've settled that, tell me all about your love life!

Frederick: Heh, er... perhaps later? ....Much, much later?
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Frederick A

Cordelia: Frederick!

Frederick: Milady, you seem giddy with excitement... Did something fortunate
occur?

Cordelia: Not yet, but it's about to.

Frederick: Oh? I'm pleased to hear that.

Cordelia: You're always willing to help me, aren't you? If I ask a favor?

Frederick: If it is in my power to do so.

Cordelia: Great! Then put your boots on. We're going out.

Frederick: Do we need to secure more supplies?

Cordelia: Oh, no. This is going to be MUCH more interesting than some
shopping trip.

Frederick: You say that with such an ominous bent! I'm starting to feel
rather apprehensive. (...Wait. Could it be that I inadvertently insulted her
the other day? Is she so angry at me that she is plotting to exact revenge?
Ye gods! She's going to lure me to some dark place and stick a spear in my
back!)

Cordelia: Frederick, what ARE you mumbling about? I want us to talk about
your love life! I know you so want to pour your heart out, but you're afraid
to take the first step. So you and I are going to a nice, quiet spot to see
if we can't sort it all out.

Frederick: Er, what?

Cordelia: I've already picked out a place with absolutely no chance of being
disturbed. Oh, and I made sanwiches! Mmm...

Frederick: Ah, Cordelia. Even with all your preparation, you still made one
fatal mistake... You failed to account forthe possibility that I might refuse
you invitation!

Cordelia: No, I didn't. I assumed that if you refused, I'd have to eat all
the sandwiches myself. So I made only my very favorute kinds-chutney, blue
cheese, and pickled beets.

Frederick: I... see. Then I concede that your preparations are flawless. I
think I have little choice but to grid myself and submit to this, er, liason.
But only on one condition: you must tell ME of YOUR love life.

Cordelia: Hold on to your helm, Frederick! I've got LOTS to say!
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Frederick S

Cordelia: Frederick! When ARE we going to discuss your love life?!

Frederick: Didn't we do that already?

Cordelia: We had that meeting in the gazebo, but you never really said
anything!

Frederick: Perhaps because I was unable to get a word in edgewi-

Cordelia: Are you saying I talked the entire time?!

Frederick: Do you even recall our conversation? ...If, indeed, it can be
called that? You spent two hours describing in vivid detail your unrequited
passion for Chrom. You also sobbed repeatedly and kept asking me "Why
Frederick?! Why?!" Then you devoured all the sandwiches and ran off with the
picnic hamper.

Cordelia: Er, yes. Thank you for... reminding me. But I assure you, our next
conversation will not be nearly as shameful! This time it will be all about
you. You'll have my undivided attention for the whole day, if that's what it
takes.

Frederick: Heh. Is this a solemn vow?

Cordelia: Absolutely!

Frederick: In that case, I shall begin my confession immediately...

Cordelia: Goody!

Frederick: *Ahem* Time to get down to brass tacks. No beating around the
bush, so to speak... The truth is... *ahem* Yes, quite. Well, the truth is...
I am in love with you.

Cordelia: Huh?! ...Is this a jape? It is, isn't it? A silly jape! I bet
there's a pack of jestors waiting behind that tree to surprise me!

Frederick: No jape, milady. Not for me.

Cordelia: Oh. But... I thought... I mean... All this time I was asking... I
had no idea your love troubles had anything to do with ME!

Frederick: Yes, and I know your heart belongs to Chrom. But even so, I will
not give up. I have no desire to speak ill of Chrom, for I am his man in all
things. But, Cordelia, I would never give you cause to weep so bitterly as
you have for him. I would devote my whole existance to ensuring your
happiness.

Cordelia: Why, Frederick... When you say something like that, I know that
you're telling the truth. B-because it's how I feel, too. Day in and day out,
I have those very same thoughts. ...Except they're for Chrom.

Frederick: And just as you love Chrom with all your heart, so do I love you
with mine. Here. Let this be the proof.

Cordelia: ...An engagement ring?

Frederick: It doesn't matter that right now your heart belongs to another.
It's enough for me to hope that someday you'll find it in yourself to love
me. Will you marry me, Cordelia?

Cordelia: Oh, Frederick! This is... Yes, I will marry you!

Frederick: You will?

Cordelia: I know that Chrom will never love me. ...I think I've always known
it. And frankly, I've grown weary of unrequited love. Just the thought of
giving it up is like a weight falling from my shoulders, Oh, Frederick, thank
you for making me face reality at last! If I promise to love only you, will
you make me the happiest woman in the world?

Frederick: I swear it, milady.
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A7. Virion C

Cordelia: Say, Virion... Do you have a moment?

Virion: My dear Cordelia! For you, I have all the moments in the world.

Cordelia: Er, yes, well... I just have a question.

Virion: Ask away! I count myself an expert in music, astrology, cuisine, art,
and more besides! How might humble Virion assist the lovely and talented
Cordelia? She whose wisdom and knowledge are sung by bards throughout all of
Ylisse!

Cordelia: Actually, that's somewhat related to what I wanted to discuss. See,
the truth is...  Um...

Virion: Tsk! It is most unlike my good lady Cordelia to speak with such
hesitation. Gallant Virion cannot help but shed a tear of pity at such a
plight. Mayha-

Cordelia: Will you PLEASE stop interrupting and let me finish?! Gods, this is
awkward enough as it is...

Virion: Apologies... It seems your presence reduces me to blathering like a
lovesick schoolboy. However, leaving my verbal disruptions aside, you still
seem a bit lost for words. Perhaps I can rescue you from your traumatic
tongue-tied trial? For in my boundless perspicacity, I believe I have
identified your trouble!

Cordelia: ...Go on.

Virion: Indeed! Yes, well. *ahem* Here goes... You are lovely, but firm and
simple minded, which leads you to treat others harshly. You regret this flaw
with all your being, and wish to reform your character. ...Well? Has Virion
once again struck the bull's-eye?

Cordelia: That's... That's exactly what I was thinking. ...How did you know?

Virion: Do not ask the gods why they bring sunshine to the land, dear
Cordelia! Milady's sweet words carry easily on the wind, if one is only
attentive.

Cordelia: You've been spying on me?! How dare you, sir!

Virion: Well, "spying" is overstating it a bit, don't you think? I merely
overheard...

Cordelia: Well, I... Hrmmm... Do you see? This is what I'm talking about. I
mean, you shouldn't eavesdrop on me, but I shouldn't have said that, either.

Virion: There are those who prefer criticisms wrapped in soft silks, it's
true... But rest assured, many of us prefer the honest and forthright
approach.

Cordelia: Oh, this is hopeless...

Virion: Wait, milady! Virion has yet to impart all of his sage and sapient
advice!
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Virion B

Virion: Ah, Cordelia. I cannot help but notice that you seem troubled as of
late...

Cordelia: Oh? I feel fine. Have you noticed a problem on the battlefield?

Virion: You fighting is impeccable as always! But your brow seems creased
with worry... Our cares always find a way to rising to the surface, mmm? And
your beautiful visage cannot help but mirror the turmoil in your heart.

Cordelia: Or you've been eavesdropping again.

Virion: Never! For sharp-eyed Virion, milady's anguish is writ large on her
features.

Cordelia: Well, maybe there is something... But that is all I'll say. And
keep that to yourself! I don't want anyone else knowing I am troubled.

Virion: And whyever not?

Cordelia: Because then they might start to pity me. And I hate pity! It makes
me feel like I've... lost.

Virion: Lost? Ha! How very like milady to frame it in terms of competition.
But... dare I ask, why are you willing to let me know this?

Cordelia: Because you're flippant and fancy-free... You take everything in
your stride. My blunt manner never seems to phase you in the least.

Virion: Ho ho! Say no more, milady... Virion has heard this speech before. A
prelude to a confession of love! Milady, I am most gratefu-

Cordelia: It has nothing to do with love!

Virion: Aaaaah... Y-yes, then. Just so... *ahem* In any case, perhaps
sometime we might discuss the source of your troubles... Such a beautiful
face is ill served by the sombre shadow that clouds it!

Cordelia: ...Perhaps. Sometime. But no more of this "love" talk, understand?!
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Virion A

Cordelia: Virion, well met.

Virion: Cordelia! How my heart leaps when I set eyes upon your perfect
visage.

Cordelia: Heh, laying it on thick, as always... I was hoping we could talk.

Virion: My ears await the sound of your gentle voice...

Cordelia: I wanted to thank you, actually.

Virion: Oh?

Cordelia: I've been feeling much better recently. I snapped out of my glum
mood.

Virion: That is wonderful news! But why do you thank me?

Cordelia: Because you were so patient with me, listening to my grumbling...
What's more, by talking to you I was able to sort out my own feelings. I had
no call to be so gloomy. Not when others suffer far worse than I. If there
are things about me that I don't like, I should just fix them.

Virion: 'Tis true that when we share our troubles, we are halfway to ending
them. I'm delighted to have played a role in returning a joyful glow to your
cheeks!

Cordelia: I'm just amazed that talking to you helped lighten the burden... I
guess I just thought such things... I don't know. Made me weak?

Virion: There is no weakness in honesty!

Cordelia: Well, thank you again, Virion. I'm truly grateful for all your
help.

Virion: Ah, and so the seeds of your love for me have finally taken root,
blossoming in-

Cordelia: WRONG!
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Virion S

Cordelia: *Yaaaaaawn*

Virion: Ah, someone slept well!

Cordelia: ...Yes? What are you staring at, Virion? Do you mind, sir?!

Virion: Shhh, let me look into your eyes... Alas, no. Nothing. Such a pity.

Cordelia: You're starting to concern me here, Virion. Explain yourself.

Virion: I'd hoped that such a mighty yawn might cause a tear or two to well
in your eyes.

Cordelia: And that would be interesting... why?

Virion: What could be more beautiful than a single tear glistening on
milady's snowy cheek?

Cordelia: Heh, Virion... Flattery is more potent when it's not spread across
every girl in camp.

Virion: Why, you wound me! Milady mistakes the pure motives of her humble
servant!

Cordelia: Oh, really? Come now, Virion. I'm many things, but not an idiot. I
see you sidling up the maids and whispering sweet lies in their ears... Are
so many damsels truly in distress that you must attend to them all?

Virion: Ah ha! Then the green-eyed monster has finally taken your heart...
You DO love me!

Cordelia: .....

Virion: ...Isn't this the point where milady flies into a feverish denial?
Mmm?

Cordelia: I won't deny what's true... B-but, that is not... I don't mean...
Argh! I don't know what I mean!

Virion: Ah, but the words have been spoken, and Virion has taken them into
his heart!

Cordelia: It's just that-

Virion: Here, milady. A gift from me to you. I have long held it in the deep
hope that such a moment might arise.

Cordelia: A... ring?

Virion: A ring that proves the sincerity of my love. Sweet Cordelia, will you
marry me?

Cordelia: I... Well, I...

Virion: I know you once yearned for another man. Perhaps you still do. And on
this front I cannot compete. For our brave leader is more deserving of your
affections than I.

Cordelia: ...H-how did you know?

Virion: I am ever watchful of you and have learned to read your joys and
sorrows. But finally I sensed that the scales of your affections tipped away
from Chrom.

Cordelia: Yes, and toward you... Oh, Virion, I had no idea you were paying so
close attention...

Virion: Now you do. And thus am I so emboldened to propose, with all my hopes
that you will accept!

Cordelia: How could I say no to a man who knows me so very well?

Virion: You need never carry your burdens alone ever again, my sweet. From
now on we share them, as we share everything: together.
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A7. Stahl C

Cordelia: Hello, Stahl.

Stahl: I was drawn here by the sound of sweet music. Was it you playing?

Cordelia: You are kind to say so. But in truth, I'm quite out of practice.

Stahl: What? No, you play beautifully! And one of my favorite Ylissean folk
songs, to boot!

Cordelia: It's been so long since last I played. When I saw this harp at the
local market, I just couldn't resist.

Stahl: I remember how you entranced the court by playing at Chrom's birthday
ceremony. Those were some good times... Say, why don't you put an encore
performence? It'd be huge for morale.!

Cordelia: Oh, that court concert was a long time ago. I don't even remember
the music. Although I suppose I could muddle through if I had the score in
front of me.

Stahl: Wait, you were just playing from memory? That's even more impressive!

Cordelia: Please, Stahl, I'm serious. Stop trying to flatter me. Compared to
Phila, I'm just a clumsy amateur.

Stahl: Well, sure. But Phila was the best I've seen. She could have joined
the royal orchestra.

Cordelia: I always dreamed that one day I might be as skilled as her. It's
silly, I know.

Stahl: Hey, never say never! Especially when you're so abundantly talented.

Cordelia: Stop it, seriously! See, now I'm just getting embarassed... Er, oh,
her! Would you look at that? It's chore time. ...Gotta go!

Stahl: That Cordelia... She's never satisfied with being second best in
anything. I'm going to have step up my game if I ever hope to compete with
that!
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Stahl B

Stahl: Tickling the old strings again, are we?

Cordelia: Why, hello, Stahl. Yes, I was- Um, is that a harp?

Stahl: Yep! Just bought it down at the market. Oh, and I got some sheet
musci, too.

Cordelia: Heh. Sounds like someone is itching to play a duet!

Stahl: Well, at some point, sure. But right now I can barely make noise on
this thing. I was hoping you might be my teacher instead of my duet partner.

Cordelia: Well, I've never taught before, but I'd be happy to help.

Stahl: I'm going to practice like a madman until I'm good enough to play with
you. I'll practice until my fingers are bloody and raw! I'll pratice until my
eyes-

Cordelia: Well, it's... good to have a goal.

Stahl: Hey, I'm just trying to be as dedicated to things as you are,
Cordelia.

Cordelia: Heh. Perhaps I have been TOO dedicated... Speaking of which, I
think we should start your lesson. Now, watch carefully as I pluck the first
few bars of this song...

Stahl: You have my undivided attention. .....

Cordelia: Er, won't your eyes dry out if you keep them open so wide? Er,
right, then. Never mind. Let me begin... .....

Stahl: Wow, you play that note so beautifully...

Cordelia: Huh? No, I didn't!

Stahl: No, no! The tone was lovely!

Cordelia: Stahl, it's just one note. Will you please let me finish?

Stahl: Er, yes. Right. Sorry. Go ahead.

Cordelia: ...Look, I don't think I'm quite ready for teaching. Give me some
time to work out a lesson plan, okay? I don't want to do this until I'm sure
my methods are... sound.

Stahl: But, Cordelia! Gods, she's more of a pefectionist than I thought. This
is going to be tough.
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Stahl A

Cordelia: Stahl, I'm sorry about the other day. When I was suppose to teach
you- ...Er, that song. Yes, the song you're playing... right now. Goodness,
Stahl, you're doing very well! How did you learn that?

Stahl: When I saw how passionate you were about a single note, I knw I had to
practice. I'm still kind of murdering it, but I think it's getting better...

Cordelia: I wouldn't say murder! ...Maybe more like assault.

Stahl: I knew I had to work twice as hard as you if I wanted to play that
duet. So I've been practicing every waking moment- even in the latrines!

Cordelia: Oh! Um, yes, that is... quite dedicated. By the by, I've never
heard that song played with the faster tempo you employed. I rather like it!
Such a nice twist on an old classic.

Stahl: Yeah, it's just an idea that struck me as I was studying the notes.

Cordelia: How very astute of you.

Stahl: I think it was more blind luck than astuteness, but thanks.

Cordelia: Stahl? There are many in this camp who play the harp better than I.
Why have you settled on me for this duet and concert idea?

Stahl: Because you don't just play... You make the harp sing! You can do
anything, Cordelia. You have a natural gift. I wish I could be more like you!

Cordelia: I'm not sure that being naturally gifted at something is always a
good thing.

Stahl: Muh?

Cordelia: Well, if you don't have talent, it takes a lot of time and effort
to aquire a new skill. And through that process, you learn things that more
naturally talented people miss. Like your discovery of the faster tempo.

Stahl: Hmm... I suppose so.

Cordelia: And that persisitence leads to you becoming just as good as anyone
else. To be honest, there are times when I've thought I'd rather be more lik
you!

Stahl: Hah! Well, we can't BOTH be right!

Cordelia: This isn't about right or wrong. It's just two ways of looking at
the same problem. ...In any case, your practice has paid off, and I name you
my equal in the harp. We should play that duet soon.

Stahl: It would be my honor!
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Stahl S

Cordelia: Phew...

Stahl: That was wonderful.

Cordelia: It was, wasn't it? We played in exquisite harmony and every note
was perfect. I'd love to put on a performance for everyone in the camp!

Stahl: And I, as well! Cordelia, playing so well as a duet has made me
realize something... I think you and I should spend more time together.

Cordelia: I'm not sure how that follows...

Stahl: What if I were to offer you this ring? Would that make my meaning
clear?

Cordelia: Stahl!

Stahl: Look, I'll understand if your heart belongs to another man... I've
known for a long time now that you've had eyes for Chrom. But I can't keep my
love a secret any longer.

Cordelia: You... know about Chrom?

Stahl: Sure. Ever since that birthday bash. The song you played for Chrom was
so full of love, it was like declaring it to the world. But I thought that if
I tried hard enough, I might be able to someday win your heart. Er, so,
right... I'll just hold on to this ring in case that day ever comes.

Cordelia: Why can't I have it now?

Stahl: ...What?

Cordelia: You don't need to take Chrom's place. You already have.

Stahl: I... have?

Cordelia: I've never been happier than when we played together just now. I
want to be able to know that joy each and every day!

Stahl: Then I shall wake you with the sounds of my harp every morning for the
rest of your life!

Cordelia: Wonderful! But, er... EVERY morning?
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A7. Vaike C

Vaike: Chrom! Hey, CHROOOOOOM! Come out, come out, wherever you are!

Cordelia: Vaike.

Vaike: Ah HA! Found ya!

Cordelia: Do I look like Chrom, you oaf?! I wish you'd stop chasing him
around.

Vaike: I ain't chasin, no one. We're archrivals! Our paths are destined to
cross.

Cordelia: Destiny doesn't need your help, and Chrom doesn't need a rival.
Stop bothering him. Let the man concetrate on winning this war.

Vaike: Bothering him?! He loves sparrin' with ol' Teach! Ain't turned me down
yet.

Cordelia: That's because you corner him and refuse to go away until he
agrees. Hear me, Vaike. If you hold any love for Chrom, you will let this go.

Vaike: Hmm... The Vaike is starting to think this ain't about Chrom at all-
it's about YOU!

Cordelia: Oh, for the love of... Fine then. If it`s a duel you want, I accept
your challenge.

Vaike: ...YOU? Bwa ha ha ha ha!

Cordelia: That's right. If you want to fight Chrom, you have to go through me
first.

Vaike: Oh, I get it-you think you can weaken me so I'll lose when I take on
Chrom after? Hah! I could take the two of you with both hands tied behind my
back! Let's go, sister!
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Vaike B

Vaike: GYAAA! I almost had Chrom that time.... I was so close!

Cordelia: No matter how often you lose, you never give up, do you? It's
almost... admirable. But why do you insist on using an axe? Chrom has the
advantage with his sword.

Vaike: Pshaw. I don't go in for that weapon-matchup mumbo jumbo. If I start
thinkin' on the battlefield, I'm done for! I stick with what I know:
instinct, brute strength, and the stupidity to keep fightin'!

Cordelia: Do you really want to beat Chrom?

Vaike: What do you think?!

Cordelia: I've been watching you fight. You have the ability and talent, no
doubt. But it's obvious you never learned the basics. Too pigheaded, I'm
guessing...

Vaike: Hey, who you calling a pig?! I wash all the time!

Cordelia: There are better ways to fight than swinging the axe wildly around
your head. If you like, I can show you some techniques.

Vaike: You really think you can help me beat Chrom?

Cordelia: I can give you the tools. It's up to you to make them work.

Vaike: Well, I got nothin' to lose. Let's do it!

Cordelia: I should warn you, though... I don't go easy on my students.

Vaike: Well I should warn you: you ain't never had a student like the Vaike!
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Vaike A

Cordelia: Phew. Let's take a breather.

Vaike: *Pant, pant* S-s-so soon...? B-but I can... keep... going...

Cordelia: Bold words... if we ignore the fact that you can barely gasp them
out. Rest and recovery are important parts of training. So now, we rest.

Vaike: *Wheeze* Well, if... if you insist... I'll... just sit here... on the
ground. Blistering bulls... I'm damn near dead...

Cordelia: I must say, Vaike, you've impressed me. I didn't expect so much in
such a short period of time.

Vaike: Me either! I never had much patience for learnin' the basics... But
you make it kinda fun. I'm pickin' up stuff I'd never learn alone. Hmm... I
guess my way isn't always the best way after all.

Cordelia: Why, how very unlike the Vaike to recognize that.

Vaike: Takes a real man to admit when he's wrong! ...Or consider it, I guess.

Cordelia: In any case, I'm very pleased with your progress.

Vaike: There is one thing that's botherin' me, though...

Cordelia: What's that?

Vaike: Well, you know how me and Chrom are archrivals of destiny and fate? By
teaching me, aren't you helpin' to take him down in a way?

Cordelia: By making you stronger, I help Chrom to grow strong as well. Only
by being challenged can we hope to better ourselves.

Vaike: Hmm... Yeah, I guess that makes sense.

Cordelia: The Shepherds need everyone at their best, and that includes you.
So your training is actually for the benefit of everyone.

Vaike: Gads! When it comes to usin' yer noggin, you could give Avatar a run!

Cordelia: It's only because you never use your own head that we all seem so
intelligent.

Vaike: Hey, now wait just one-

Cordelia: Looks like someone has his wind back! Shall we get back to work,
then?

Vaike: Yes, ma'am!

Cordelia: Remember: this is REAL training. I won't be going easy on you.

Vaike: Gimme everything you got! The Vaike's gotta defeat Chrom!
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Vaike S

Vaike: Har har, yes! Didja see that?! I won a round against Chrom! I mean, he
won too, so I guess it's technically a draw. But still!

Cordelia: I did see- it was quite the spectacle. Both of you fought to your
limits.

Vaike: The sword's not my first choice, but I SWORE I'd win eventually!
'Sides, I reckon beatin' Chrom was the only way to cut through your heart's
defenses...

Cordelia: ...What are you talking about?

Vaike: Maybe it's time you stop waitin' on Chrom. There're others just as
worthy.

Cordelia: I... I have no idea what you are talking about. And furthermore-

Vaike: And when I say "worthy," I'm talkin' about the Vaike, natch! What say
ya turn some'a that single-minded devotion my way?

Cordelia: B-but, I'm still not sure I properly understand...

Vaike: You've got passion, and I got passion! I'm thinin' we can fan each
other's fires and really set things ablaze! ...Here, I want ya to have this.

Cordelia: ...This is a ring. Vaike, are you...proposing?

Vaike: It's custom made, ya know? Had it crafted a while ago. I was hopin' I
might knock Chrom outta your heart. And, well... I guess I'm still hoping.
What do you say? I got a chance or what?

Cordelia: I, er... Well... What I want to say is... Yes, Vaike. Yes.

Vaike: Truly? You'll marry me?! Gods blow me down if this ain't the best day
of the Vaike's whole life!

Cordelia: Well the Cordelia feels the exact same way, hee hee...
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A7. Kellam C

Cordelia: ...Good. It seems that I have gone undetected.

Kellam: Oh, hey, Cordelia. What are you doing?

Cordelia: K-Kellam?! How long have you been there? ...Gods, but it's
impossible to do anything in secret with this guy hovering around.

Kellam: Sorry, did you say something? I didn't mean to interrupt your
training.

Cordelia: Ah, it's fine. Don't worry about it. It's my fault I got caught.

Kellam: Practicing your stealth moves, eh? Are you planning some sort of
covert op?

Cordelia: A good warrior should never neglect the chance to practice ALL her
skills. You never know when they might come in handy.

Kellam: Wow, Cordelia. You're so dedicated.

Cordelia: Yes, but when it comes to stealth, you have us all beat.

Kellam: Yes, but I don't know if that counts. It's not like I practice or
anything. People just seem to... overlook me.

Cordelia: Oh, come now. There must be SOMETHING special that you do!

Kellam: Not really. I just kind of stand here and fade into the background.
Anyway, I'd better be on my way. Good luck with your training.

Cordelia: Kellam, wait! I wanted to talk more about- How does he DO that?!
You'd think that armor would be a big clanking giveaway...
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Kellam B

Cordelia: *Pant* O-okay, I think I did it...

Kellam: Hello, Cordelia. Are you practicing your stealth moves again?

Cordelia: Kellam, there you are! Listen, I think I've got the hang of this
now. I just circled the whole camp without being spotted by anyone!

Kellam: Really? Oh, well done! That must have been hard.

Cordelia: But here's the thing: I made a count of everyone, and I never found
you.

Kellam: That's because I was on guard duty patrolling the camp's perimeter.

Cordelia: What?! B-but I was sneaking AROUND the perimeter! I didn't see you
anywhere! Are you sure you weren't taking a nap in one of the tents? I won't
tell.

Kellam: No, I was on the perimeter. I even saw you when you hid behind that
raspberry bush.

Cordelia: Wait. You SAW me circling the camp? Then I didn't... Then I
wasn't... Oh, blast it all!

Kellam: Aw, don't be glum. It's hard to be stealthy when you stand out as
much as you do.

Cordelia: You think I stand out?

Kellam: Well, I mean, you're just so pretty, and you have that long hair,
and-

Cordelia: That's it. I'm getting a haircut.

Kellam: Oh, no! Please don't do that!

Cordelia: I'm just joking, Kellam. Don't worry. But... thanks for the
compliment.

Kellam: Oh, um... You're welcome.
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Kellam A

Kellam: Hmm... I haven't seen Cordelia all day. I wonder if she's practicing
her stealth moves again?

Cordelia: Correct!

Kellam: GYAAAH! How long have you been there?!

Cordelia: Yes! Nailed it! I finally managed to sneak up and catch you
unawares! Gods, but that took forever.

Kellam: Congratulations!

Cordelia: Well, I still can't just disappear at will like you can.

Kellam: I find it helps to turn sideways. But sometimes I just stand there.

Cordelia: I'll never have that skill, no matter how much I practice.

Kellam: Why are you so worried about stealth? You have lots of other skills.
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Cordelia: Oh, I have lots of skills, all right. But I haven't mastered any of
them. I just wish there was ONE thing I could be better at than anyone else!

Kellam: Aw, I bet there is. Just let me think... Oh, I know! You're better at
being able to do more things than anyone else!

Cordelia: That's... not quite what I had in mind.

Kellam: But it's an amazing skill! You learn new things nearly every day,
right? That means you're the best at being average at everything!

Cordelia: Um... okay? I suppose that IS something to be proud of, huh?
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Kellam S

Kellam: *Pant, pant* Okay. This time I won't blink for 17 minutes. Ready...
Gwwwaaarrrrrrfff!

Cordelia: That's quite a workout, Kellam.

Kellam: My eyes! They burn! ...Oh! Hi, Cordelia. I'm practicing the exercises
you used to see me.

Cordelia: I never expected that I'd be teaching them to you one day! But I
kind of like it. It's fun to have a secret training partner.

Kellam: I think it's fun that someone actually talks to me. Which is why I
went out and made you this ring.

Cordelia: Oh, Kellam, this is beautiful! Did you really craft this?

Kellam: Yep. It's probably not worth much, but there's only one like it in
the whole world.

Cordelia: I didn't know you could make jewelry!

Kellam: Well, I can't really. But I tried my very best. It took a lot of
trial and error, but...

Cordelia: You did all that for me?

Kellam: I... I really like you, Cordelia! More than anyone! Not to mention,
you can actually see me. So, I got to thinking, and, um... Well, I'd really
like you to accept this, and... you know, be my...

Cordelia: Oh, dear. Kellam, I'm so sorry. I don't know how to say this...

Kellam: Uh-oh.

Cordelia: Just kidding. YES! Yes, yes, and yes again! I accept your proposal!

Kellam: Oh, y-you do? Gosh, that's great! I kinda thought you'd turn me down.

Cordelia: Now why would I do that?

Kellam: Oh, you know. Because I'm kind of a wet leaf of lettuce...

Cordelia: You'll have to ditch that attitude if you want to be MY husband,
mister!

Kellam: R-right! You got it!
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A7. Lon'qu C

Cordelia: Lon'qu, we`re about to hold the war council. It`s time to return to
camp.

Lon'qu: Very well. ...Er, may I ask you something?

Cordelia: Of course.

Lon'qu: Why did you come to my assistance in our most recent battle?

Cordelia: Well, you were beset by foes and looked as if you needed the help.

Lon'qu: I see. You are not wrong in this. I would like to settle the debt
quickly. Is there anything you need?

Cordelia: It's hardly a debt, Lon'qu. We're on the same side. But I see
you're serious, so let me see... I'd love to get some fencing lessons, but I
suppose that's not possible. I mean, what with your crippling phobia of
standing near women.

Lon'qu: Er...

Cordelia: By the way, does this phobia mean you can't help me on the
battlefield, either?

Lon'qu: No. In the heat of battle, I am able to overcome my... inclinations.

Cordelia: Well, that's a relief. I'd hate to think you'd stand there while
some brigand ram me through.

Lon'qu: If you ever require assistance, you need only say the word.

Cordelia: I'll keep that in mind!
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Lon'qu B

Lon'qu: What has happened to my oaken practice sword?

Cordelia: Oh, I replaced the blade. The old one had a split in it.

Lon'qu: How diligent of you.

Cordelia: No one had checked the training equipment since the start of this
campaign. I took it upon myself to sort though the wooden blades, shields,
and dummies.

Lon'qu: I see.

Cordelia: Er, Lon'qu? Did you know that sweat is puring down your face?

Lon'qu: Yes, of course. I was just finishing my leg strengthening drills.

Cordelia: Well, it's good timing, because I have a fresh pile of towels from
the laundry. I'll leave one here for you.

Lon'qu: ......

Cordelia: Right then! To the sound of thunderous gratitude, I'll go and
prepare supper. You like cabbage stew, don't you?

Lon'qu: It is my favorite dish. Are you the one who keeps preparing it at
every meal?

Cordelia: Oh, so you DID notice! Yes, that's me. I like to keep morale up by
serving little treats now and then. Anyway, see you at supper!

Lon'qu: You help people even when they don't know it? ...Wait. Let someone
else cook tonight. It's time for your first fencing lesson.

Cordelia: Er, what about the whole pathological fear of women thing?

Lon'qu: I shall instruct you from a distance. Now tell me what you wish to
learn.

Cordelia: Why, that's downright gentlemanly of you.
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Lon'qu A

Cordelia: Hmm? Someone tidied up all the practice equipment. Also the
laundry's been brought in, and supper is on the boil. What manner of
witchcraft is this?!

Lon'qu: I did these things.

Cordelia: You?!

Lon'qu: Yes. I discovered a problem during our fencing lesson. You are too
worried about everything else going on in this camp. This means you are
incapable of the proper focus required for fencing. I have removed the
distractions so that you might concentrate properly.

Cordelia: Oh, er. Right. I see.

Lon'qu: Ungh...

Cordelia: Lon'qu? What's happening? What are you doing? You just went pale!

Lon'qu: I am steeling myself for our next session. It's a complicated
procedure that cannot be shouted from a distance. I must... approach you...
and hold your arm... to show you how... to perform the action...

Cordelia: Gracious, Lon'qu! If it's so stressful, we can skip the lesson.

Lon'qu: N-no! I owe you... a debt... Just... watch well. I don't want... to
do this again.

Cordelia: You have my undivided attention!
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Lon'qu S

Cordelia: Hi-yah! Gwaah!

Lon'qu: Interesting. You adapted my moves and wrought them into something
new. The result is a new fencing art entirely of your own devising

Cordelia: It's going to be incredibly useful in the battles to come. And I
couldn't have done it without your help, Lon'qu.

Lon'qu: ...... Who do you intend to protect with this new skill of yours?

Cordelia: Why, my comrades, of course. Everyone in this army.

Lon'qu: You lie. I have watched you in battle. You have eyes for only one
man.
You are in love with Chrom.

Cordelia: I did love him, once. For the longest time...

Lon'qu: You speak as if that was in the past. Has your heart changed?

Cordelia: Actually, yes. It has. Now you tell me something, Lon'qu. Why do
you care about my heart?

Lon'qu: Er...

Cordelia: No, wait. I'm not finished yet. You've given me help and fencing
lessons under the guise of repaying a debt. But I told you you owed me
nothing. So what is the real reason?

Lon'qu: That was the reason. ...At least in the beginning.

Cordelia: You overcame your phobia of me while performing countless menial
chores... I would know your reason for this, sir.

Lon'qu: I am not a man who... expresses himself well with words. Perhaps this
gift will tell you what you want to know.

Cordelia: Let me see--- Ah, a ring! Oh, and what a nice big stone! So many
carats... Wow...

Lon'qu: Put that loupe away! If you don't want the ring, discard it and we
will speak no more of this.

Cordelia: I don't want to throw it away, Lon'qu! I want to WEAR it.

Lon'qu: You do? Then...?

Cordelia: Yes, Lon'qu. I've fallen in love with you as well. And I'd be happy
to marry you.

Lon'qu: Even in my wildest dreams I dared not hope that you'd say yes.

Cordelia: Heh. Yes, and you're stuck with me now, I fear. But don't worry. I
think we're going to be very happy together!
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A7. Donnel C

Donnel: The sun is gold, them clouds is white! Land's far below, 'cause I'm
in flight!

Cordelia: I never thought to hear that song sung by a simple villager.

Donnel: Hey, Cordelia! Reckon ya know that song too, huh?

Cordelia: Any pegasus knight worth her wings knows that one, Donnel. But I
had always thought it was nearly unknown outside the order.

Donnel: A lady visited my village- donkey's years ago, it- and taught me the
words. I confess I don't really get what it's about, exactly... But it's a
rousin' tune that makes me think of bravery and valiant derrin'-do!

Cordelia: Well, it IS about bravery. It celebrates the exploits of one of
history's greates pegasus knights.

Donnel: Well, ain't that somethin'?

Cordelia: Yes. She lived back in the legendary time of the first exalt of
Ylisse. She was his greatest knight and his most stalwart defender. She
watched over him like the sun itself, swooping down to dispatch foes. The
slow, heavy knights feared her aerial dance most of all. At night they
huddled together and told tales of a death-dealing lance from the sky.

Donnel: Gosh! She sounds might impressive.

Cordelia: Oh, she was. But she was more than just a warrior. She had the
courage of a demon, yes, but the heart of an angel. They say the people loved
her even more than she loved the exalt. In fact, for every foe she defeated,
she won two more to her side with her charisma.

Donnel: Golly! Tough as a badger, but charmn' as an old fox! Reckon I can see
why they wrote such a fine song for her.

Cordelia: They built statues, too- one of which still stands in the Ylissean
capital. I could take you there to see it after the war, if you would like.

Donnel: Ya bet yer gold teeth I would! It's a date, Cordelia!
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Donnel B

Donnel: Cordelia, I was hopin' ya might spin me more yarns 'bout that pegasus
knight.

Cordelia: Heh. Seems like I piqued your curiosity.

Donnel: Piqued and pricked it, too! I think I'm fallin' in love with her!

Cordelia: Well, keep this under your hat, but it's long been my dream to
become just like her. I'm truly delighted that you're as interested in her
life as I am! ...Although needless to say, I'm nowhere close to realizing my
dream. They'd probably laugh me out of the Shepherds if they knew.

Donnel: She must'a been mighty special if a gal as amazin' as you can't
measure up.

Cordelia: Oh, I'm not amazing, Donnel. I'm actually a very ordinary knight
and woman.

Donnel: Aw, donkey dung! You're amazin' in more ways than I could ever count!

Cordelia: Stop that. You shouldn't try to flatter me- charming thought it may
be.

Donnel: I ain't flattern' ya, Cordelia! Cross my heart and hope to spit! And
to prove it, I'm gonna start listn' 10 good things about ya every day!

Cordelia: Er, every day?

Donnel: Yep! Monday to Sunday, no days off!

Cordelia: Well, this should be amusing. I wonder how long you'll last.

Donnel: Oh, just you wait. I can do this for ages!
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Donnel A

Donnel: Welp, let's see... Beautiful, kind, strong, wise... Um, beautiful...

Cordelia: You said beautiful twice. Not to mention, you've listed all those
other things before as well.

Donnel: W-wait! I ain't done yet! Mmm... thinkn' hard... Mmmmmnnn... Ya got a
huge nose!

Cordelia: ...That's not a compliment.

Donnel: It ain't?

Cordelia: Look, just admit that you've run out of good things to say about
me. I'm still impressed you managed to keep it going for so long. I'm
starting to think perhaps I AM a little bit amazing!

Donnel: I told ya that already! Loads's times! Fact is, the more I get to
know ya, the more amazin' I think ya are.

Cordelia: Well, I've never been quite so flattered in my life, that's for
sure. ...And as a little thank-you gift, I made you this.

Donnel: What is it? A letter?

Cordelia: We've been spenting a lot of time together, and I've grown to know
you quite well. So I drew up my own list, for you.

Donnel: Gosh! That's a lot of writtn'! ...Them's all my good points?

Cordelia: Oh, no. Those are your faults.

Donnel: ...Oh. Ain't quite what I was expectin', but... Hmmm... Yup. Okay, I
see... Yikes, there's a second page... And a third?!

Cordelia: Flattery is well and good, but we must know our faults if we want
to grow. So I made this list to help you, and I want you to do the same for
me. Then I can fix my weaknesses and make myself a new pegasus knight of
legend!

Donnel: Well, if that's what ya want, I reckon I'll give it my best. But I've
gotta warn ya, it ain't gonna be easy findn' fault with you!
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Donnel S

Donnel: *Cough* Er, Cordelia?

Cordelia: Yes, Donnel. What is it?

Donnel: It's about that list ya asked me to make. The one about yer bad
points? Well, I, er... thought up a couple'a things.

Cordelia: Excellent! Come then, show them to me. ...Ah, yes, good. You have
quite a lot.

Donnel: Yeah, but actually... That ain't why I wanted to talk at ya.

Cordelia: Oh?

Donnel: What I'm really here for is to give ya this here ring.

Cordelia: Oh. What's it for?

Donnel: Well, I guess I'm hopin' you'll wear it. I've been spendin' a lot of
time thinkin' about ya. Both good points and bad. And frankly, I ain't had
much time lately to do anythin' else.

Cordelia: ...Ah. I think I understand now. This is an engagement ring, isn't
it?

Donnel: Yep.

Cordelia: Well, what a coincidence. I have something for you, too.

Donnel: Ya do?

Cordelia: Let me just grab it right... Oof! ...Here.

Donnel: Creepin' carrots, this is heavy! How much paper ya use in this stack?

Cordelia: I've spent a great deal of time listing your good and bad points.
That's my final report.

Donnel: Gosh! Ya came up with way more stuff than the last time... S'pose I
got a whole mess'a things to fix this time, huh?

Cordelia: Quite a few, yes. I don't believe in sugarcoating the truth, as you
know.

Donnel: Aw, horse pucky! What'n the heck was I thinkn'? I'm just some dumb
farm boy what tried to marry a pegasus knight!

Cordelia: Oh, dear. It seems I missed one of your faults. Here, give me that.
I'll just write on the last page... "Comes to hasty conclusions."

Donnel: ...Reckon I'm a hair confused.

Cordelia: Oh, I already have "easily confused." It's back on page 19. But
anyway, what makes you think I'm turning down your proposal?

Donnel: Ain't it obvious? Look at this huge list of stuff about me what needs
fixin'!

Cordelia: When you were thinking of my faults and strengths, you fell in love
with me. ...Right? Well, I think the same thing happened to me when I was
making your lists.

Donnel: And you started likin' me in spite'a all... THIS?

Cordelia: I did indeed. And so, Donnel, yes. I accept your proposal.

Donnel: Yeeeeee-haw!

Cordelia: Of course, once we're married, we'll likely have to expand these
lists a great deal. Getting to know you will be an adventure- I'll have to
remember to sharpen my quill!

Donnel: Er, yeah. An adventure! ...Definitely. Ha ha... yeargh.
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A7. Ricken C

Cordelia: Ricken, how are you feeling? Are your little legs tired from all
the marching?

Ricken: Hey, I'm not a child, you know.

Cordelia: Apologies. I didn't mean to imply that you were a child. I'm just
worried you might be overdoing it. There's no shame in admitting you need the
rest- we all get tired sometimes.

Ricken: Not you! You're always full of beans! I've never heard you complain
once. I don't know how you keep going all the time without stopping...

Cordelia: It would take a lot more marching than this to wear me out, I
assure you.

Ricken: Ha! I know. I could march all day!

Cordelia: Then why are your legs still quivering like pudding?

Ricken: M-my legs are NOT quivering like pudding!

Cordelia: Ricken, you can barely stand. If the enemy were to fall upon us
now, you'd be dead. Listen, when we set off again, I want you to ride in one
of the convoy wagons. You might even have time for a quick nap. You could use
one.

Ricken: Hey, I don't need a nap! I'm not a-

Cordelia: Once you're feeling better, I need your help with some camp chores.
But you're no good to me right now. So sleep. And that's an order!

Ricken: Fiiiiiine. Sheesh.

Cordelia: Goodness. THAT was difficult...
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Ricken B

Ricken: Er, Cordelia? Thanks for before. I have to admit, I was pretty beat
up from all that marching.

Cordelia: Are you feeling better now?

Ricken: Much better! I don't know why I was being so stubborn. That was dumb.
You know, you sure do spend a lot of time worrying about everyone else,
Cordelia.

Cordelia: I like to think that's my most important role here. Once in the
past, I tried to do too much, and got myself into trouble as a result. At
that time, it was Chrom who stepped in and rescued me from myself. If it
hadn't been for him, I don't know what would have happened...

Ricken: So you used to be young and foolish, too? Hard to imagine!

Cordelia: We all were. But now that I'm older and wiser, it's my turn to help
others.

Ricken: Yeah! And now that I'M older and wiser, I'm gonna help people out as
well. First thing I'll do is go around camp and remind everyone not to be
pigheaded!

Cordelia: Everyone? Including me?

Ricken: Okay, okay. Maybe not EVERYONE...
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Ricken A

Cordelia: Ricken, you've been busy lately, haven't you?

Ricken: Yep! I've been working my fingers to the bone.

Cordelia: You really have grown into a reliable young man! Color me
impressed.

Ricken: Heh. That's the first time you've ever called me a man.

Cordelia: Do you mind?

Ricken: Only if it's just idle compliments. ...Which that probably was.

Cordelia: A man grown, and a clever one to boot! Clearly, I must work on my
flattery.

Ricken: I knew it!

Cordelia: Don't be upset, Ricken. You've come a long way in a short time.
You're far ahead of most people twice your age.

Ricken: I just wish people would treat me like the man I am, you know? I
mean, I know I'm younger than most folks here, and smaller, but still...

Cordelia: Respect is earned in time, Ricken. Try to force it, and you'll end
up passed out from exhaustion on a baggage wagon.

Ricken: Yeah, I know...

Cordelia: Still, if you're determined to improve yourself, that's half the
battle.

Ricken: It is? Great!

Cordelia: Keep working at it, and someday you'll be more powerful than me!

Ricken: Hey! I told you to stop with the idle flattery!
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Ricken S

Ricken: Hey, Cordelia? Can we talk?

Cordelia: Of course, Ricken. What's on your mind?

Ricken: I was wondering what kind of person I am to you. I mean, how do you
see me? Do you still think I'm some ignorant kid who can't be trusted to wash
his own ears?

Cordelia: Why do you ask?

Ricken: Well, er... I was kind of hoping you'd accept his gift.

Cordelia: ...A ring?

Ricken: It has my family's crest on it, right there. It's our most treasured
heirloom.

Cordelia: And you want to give it to me?

Ricken: Listen, I know that you're smitten with Chrom. Heck, everyone does!
But I like you far more than he ever will, Or could, for that matter! So I
was thinking that perhaps we could get... you know, married?

Cordelia: Wow, I... I wasn't expecting anything like this. I don't know what
to say. Honestly, I've always thought of you as something of a kid brother.

Ricken: Well, I'm not your brother, Cordelia. I'm nearly a grown man. And now
I'm asking you to look at me as the man who's fallen in love with you.

Cordelia: You still seem young to me, Ricken. But when I look to the
future...

Ricken: Yes?

Cordelia: I see you becoming something amazing. My equal, my partner, and my
champion.

Ricken: Does this mean...?

Cordelia: Yes. I accept your ring.

Ricken: Yippee! We're going to get married! I can't wait for the ceremony!

Cordelia: But wait we must. There'll be no ceremony until you come of age.

Ricken: Oh, all right. But meanwhile, I'll do all I can to be the man you
dreamed of. Plus, you'll be around to make sure I become strong, right?

Cordelia: Of course. Although I'm starting to wonder if I have anything left
to teach you. You've already made me proud, Ricken. I'm looking forward to
our future!
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A7. Gaius C

Cordelia: Ah, Gaius. Weren't you wearing those exact clothes yesterday?

Gaius: That a problem?

Cordelia: And unless I'm very much mistaken, you also wore them the day
before that.

Gaius: Yeah, well, this is my favorite outfit. Why are you so interested in
my attire? You fancy me or something?

Cordelia: I'm simply trying to offer a piece of friendly advice here. Perhaps
you don't realize that you took and smell like the floor of a tavern. That
shirt is covered in honey, and the less said of your pantaloons the better.

Gaius: Oh. Actually, uh, I hadn't noticed.

Cordelia: Not to mention your hair needs a trim and you have crumbs stuck on
your face. ...And is that a turkey leg I see sticking out of your pocket?!
Heavens, Gaius! Don't you care about your appearance at all?

Gaius: Well, as long as it's not slowing me down on the battlefield, right?
I'm not some fancywaist who needs to strut about like a peacock

Cordelia: Well, perhaps you should consider it regardless.

Gaius: All right, all right. Message received. I'll put on some new clothes,
mother.

Cordelia: Don't forget to comb your hair. And wash those old clothes in
vinegar, or you'll never get the smell out.

Gaius: ...I'm going now.

Cordelia: Once washed, if you want to reduce he wrinkles, take a willow reed
and... Hey! Don't walk away when I'm talking about laundry!
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Gaius B

Cordelia: Gaius! Isn't that the same outfit you were wearing yesterday?

Gaius: Yeah, but it was CLEAN yesterday. One extra day won't kill me, right?

Cordelia: And have you combed your hair?

Gaius: Er, no. But I DID dunk my head in a watering trough a couple nights
ago. Why do you care so much, anyway?

Cordelia: Because.

Gaius: Er, because why?

Cordelia: By the way, don't think you can run off again in the middle of our
conversation. I have my pegasus saddled and waiting, and we WILL hunt you
down.

Gaius: Crivens. Are all your chats this happy and carefree, or am I a special
case?

Cordelia: No, just you. Now come over here and let me trim that hair.

Gaius: I suppose I'm not getting out of this, am I? All right, do your worst.
but you still haven't explained why you're so obsessed with my grooming.

Cordelia: Because you are one of Chrom's staunchest and most valuable allies.
*Snip* Turn your head a little, please... Thaaaank you.

Gaius: Staunchy ally, eh? I like the sound of that. All right. Message
received. I'll dress like a dandy so as not to make Chrom look bad. Oh, and I
like the sides short, if you'd be so kind.

Cordelia: *Snip* Already on it. Oh, and before I forget, use this soap when
you launder your clothes. You have stains dating back to the dark ages, but
this should get them out.

Gaius: I'll wash them so bright, it'll hurt your eyes to look at me...

Cordelia: We'll see.

Gaius: Hey, now. How about showing a bit of trust for your staunchy ally?

Cordelia: Trust is earned, my dear Gaius. Especially when it comes to
laundry.
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Gaius A

Cordelia: Oh, Gaius... What a sight you are!

Gaius: Huh? Aw, now what?! I combed my hair as soon as I got up, and these
clothes are fresh out of the stream!

Cordelia: You look very presentable.

Gaius: So if my hair is fixed, and my clothes are clean, what's the problem?
I'm doing my best here, Cordelia.

Cordelia: Oh, no, you misunderstand me. What I mean is, you look so smart and
serious. You look like a grown man.

Gaius: Oh. Uh... yeah. Guess I'll take that as a compliment. Although, I
appreciate the help, even if I didn't at first.

Cordelia: Really? You're actually grateful?

Gaius: Yeah, and to prove it, I bought you this ribbon down at the market.
You know. For days you don't have time for a proper hair wash.

Cordelia: Oh, er, thank you. I suppose I have been neglecting my own
appearance somewhat.

Gaius: It's because you're too busy worrying about how everyone else is
doing! But don't worry. Now that I'm cock of the walk, I can help out once in
a while.

Cordelia: Er, yes. I suppose--

Gaius: It'd be a shame for a beautful woman like yourself to look less than
her best.

Cordelia: I see all that cleaning didn't scrub the silver from your tongue...
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Gaius S

Gaius: Er, Cordelia? Do you have a moment?

Cordelia: Yes. What can I do for you?

Gaius: ...Hey, you're wearing my ribbon!

Cordelia: Hee hee. You noticed?

Gaius: Sure. Although you always look beautiful to me, with or without it.

Cordelia: You can be very charming when you put your mind to it, Gaius.

Gaius: Only to you, Cordelia. Anyway, I was wondering if you have time to
give me a trim.

Cordelia: Again? But I just gave you one the other day.

Gaius: Sure, but don't you think it's getting a bit shaggy? Look here, over
my ears...

Cordelia: Well, I suppose there are a few stray strands here and there.

Gaius: Hmm...

Cordelia: Um, why are you clutching my hand?

Gaius: Just checking the size for this... riiight... here.

Cordelia: Oh, what a lovely ring! Did you make it yourself?

Gaius: Yeah, but I wasn't sure about your size. Glad to see it fits. See,
because now that I'm all cleaned up, I thought you might want to... be with
me?

Cordelia: Is this a proposal, Gaius?

Gaius: Look, I'm no Chrom, and I won't pretend to try to convince you
otherwise. But I couldn't live with myself if I didn't at least try to win
you over. So what do you say, Cordelia? Will you marry me?

Cordelia: How very sly of you to slip the ring on before I had a chance to
argue. But it IS very beautiful... I would hate to take it off again.

Gaius: I'll take a yes out of laziness. I'm not picky.

Cordelia: Then yes, Gaius. I would be thrilled to be your wife.

Gaius: Sweet! This'll save me a load in barber's fees... Ha ha. Kidding!
..Just kidding, dear. You won't regret this, Cordelia.
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A7. Gregor C

Cordelia: *Sigh* Oh, how can I ever make him love me?

Gregor: The sound of lovelorn sigh sends shivers down spine of Gregor!

Cordelia: Eek! G-Gregor? What are you doing lurking in the shadows?

Gregor: To be prepared is big part of battle. Is true in war. And love! If we
were love-fighting, this first skirmish go to Gregor.

Cordelia: A brazen statement for one you have barely even met! And what does
sneaking up on people have to do with love?

Gregor: Is good that Cordelia want to learn! Gregor will enlighten. On
battlefield of love, to be adored is to have high ground. Surprise attack can
lay groundwork for great success.

Cordelia: Aren't you taking this "love is war" metaphor a little far?

Gregor: Surprise attack leaves heart's fortress unmanned, yes? Then gates can
be knocked over with battering ram of charm! Heart is then defenseless for
final assault.

Cordelia: ...I see. You've clearly given this a great deal of thought.

Gregor: Gregor more clever than he looks. Now you can also be victor in love!

Cordelia: Yes, sir!

Gregor: Hmm... Gregor hope he not just bite off more than he can be
chewing...
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Gregor B

Cordelia: Gregor? Hello? Are you there, Gregor?

Gregor: Oy, why you having long face like horsey just died? Did surprise
assault on fortress of love meet with horrible failure?

Cordelia: H-how did you know?

Gregor: Gregor is already telling you! He is very wise in matters of love.

Cordelia: So what am I doing wrong?

Gregor: To make other people love you is easier saying than doing, yes?

Cordelia: Especially if you're a boring stick-in-the-mud like me.

Gregor: No, no, love is coming to everyone sooner or later. Just need
practice, yes?

Cordelia: Yeah, and I apparently need a lot of practice. I tried the surprise
attack you talked about earlier, and he just got mad. I probably shouldn't
have leapt out of the bushes in a Risen mask...

Gregor: Is not concern! Even best plan is failing if pieces on board are
wrong type, no?

Cordelia: Oh, forget it. I'm going to go curl up with a pint of figgy
pudding...

Gregor: Never surrender! Cordelia can win battle! This is Gregor's guarantee.
You are beautiful and charming, yes? Maybe attack was overwhelming. Is like
sending armored knight to smoosh fly buzzing in kitchen. Instead of smooshy
fly, you are getting only pile of broken crockery.

Cordelia: Oh, this is all so confusing. You have to help me! Please!

Gregor: Ho ho! Gregor shows how to navigate stormy seas of love to safe
harbor.

Cordelia: Thank you, Gregor. I don't know what I'd do without you.
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Gregor A

Gregor: There! Gregot outdo himself, no? Cordelia is looking like perfection!

Cordelia: Er, look, Gregor. I appreciate all your help with this. I really
do... I mean, who even knew you could sew or apply makeup? But, um, I'm not
sure any of this is going to strike at the real problem...

Gregor: Eh?

Cordelia: Shouldn't we have just found out more about the man and what he
likes?

Gregor: No, is crazy talk! You are like tulip bulb in flower patch, yes?
Tulip is only needing water and manure to grow into lovely flower. Tulip does
not ask gardener what color she should be, yes? Tulip just grows!

Cordelia: I'm really starting to lose my grip on your analogies, Gregor.

Gregor: Gregor knows his way can be very confusing sometimes. But Cordelia
have passion and beauty! He knows she can succeed.

Cordelia: ...Wow. You're quite skilled at pep talks, I'll grant you that.
Just be careful you don't get my head too big, or I might just float off!

Gregor: Woman so charming as you should for sure have huge swollen head!
Gregor says you are perfection, and he never wrong about such things. Now go
claim victory, yes? Do this for Gregor.

Cordelia: Y-yes, sir! I won't let you down.

Gregor: Ah, Gregor... You have let fair woman take your heart while you not
looking. ..... *Sigh* Ah, well. Gregor must soldier on...
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Gregor S

Cordelia: Oh, Gregor!

Gregor: Cordelia! You must tell Gregor: how did his soldier do on love's
battlefield?

Cordelia: A-actually, there's nothing to report. I haven't done anything yet.

Gregor: Did Gregor not give you enormous confidence boost?

Cordelia: *Sigh* I know. You've done everything you can, and now it's up to
me.

Gregor: That is spirit!

Cordelia: Well, anyway. Here goes nothing...

Gregor: I am wishing much luck to you!

Cordelia: Thank you. Now... Erm... *Cough* I... think I've fallen in love
with you...

Gregor: Ho ho! Is very good! Is exactly how you do it! Not even Gregor can
resist charm!

Cordelia: I was hoping we might see more of each other...and perhaps even get
married?

Gregor: Oy! Is so cruel to practice this on Gregor! Cordelia must save
proposal for real deal!

Cordelia: I have been. That was it.

Gregor: ..... ...Oy, THIS is real deal? You propose to Gregor?!

Cordelia: I propose to Gregor.

Gregor: Then man you chase like lovesick puppy all this time was Gregor?

Cordelia: Not at first, no. But the more time I spent with you, the more I
knew I'd been wrong.

Gregor: Gregor is confused, yes? All this... very not expected.

Cordelia: You think I'm charming, right?

Gregor: Like newborn baby napping in litter of tiny kittens!

Cordelia: And you think I'm pretty, right?

Gregor: Like sun over field of flowers on a cloudy-less spring day!

Cordelia: And you like me. Right?

Gregor: Oh yes. Gregor likes Cordelia very much.

Cordelia: Then I think you have your answer.

Gregor: Yes, is right! Gregor and Cordelia should make with the hitching!

Cordelia: Oh, good! Then I think you owe me a ring.

Gregor: Gregor have old sock of coins under bed. He buys Cordelia finest ring
in land!

Cordelia: Then Cordelia and Gregor become so much very happy, yes? Hee hee.
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A7. Libra C

Cordelia: *Grunt* Oomph! These crates... are heavy...

Libra: Cordelia?

Cordelia: Gyah?! Oh gods, look out!

Libra: Oh, I am SO sorry! I started you, didn't I?

Cordelia: N-no, not at all! I just tripped over this pebble here... It's my
fault for carrying too much at once. I couldn't see where I was going.

Libra: Are you unharmed?

Cordelia: Yes, thanks. Just a bruised toe.

Libra: Well, that's good news at least. Here, why don't you let me help you?

Cordelia: They're very heavy...

Libra: Not a problem. One... two... Oomph! Now then. Where would you like
them?

Cordelia: Well, if it's not too much trouble, I was taking them down this
way.

Libra: Lead on, milady! Is here all right?

Cordelia: Yes, perfect. Thank you. You've been such a help!

Libra: 'Twas my pleasure. But do you always haul such heavy crates by
yourself?

Cordelia: Well, I hate to bother anyone else, and if I can do it myself, why
not?

Libra: That simply won't do. Next time, you must call for me so I can help!
I won't take no for an answer.

Cordelia: Oh, well, if you're going to be that insistent about it, then sure!
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Libra B

Cordelia: *Grunt* Oomph!

Libra: Cordelia, let me help you!

Cordelia: Ah, Libra. Thank you. They ARE rather heavy.

Libra: Every time I see you, you're hard at work on one chore or another.

Cordelia: In such times of strife, it seems almost immoral to sit around and
do nothing.

Libra: The gods do frown on sloth, it's true. But they also dislike stubborn
pride.
You mustn't overdo it, Cordelia. You've been rather ashen of late.

Cordelia: It's true I haven't been sleeping well. Whenever I close my eyes, I
can't help thinking horrible thoughts about the future.

Libra: That is a troublesome thought. Are you eating three square meals?

Cordelia: Er, sort of?

Libra: Unacceptable.

Cordelia: No, I'm fine.

Libra: Cordelia, put those crates down, and return your billet right away.

Cordelia: But-

Libra: No buts!

Cordelia: ...But I can't leave you to do all this by yourself!

Libra: That was a but! ...And ironic, coming from you. Who is the woman who
insists on doing every job herself? The one too foolish or proud to ask for
help?

Corderlia: Er... me?

Libra: Yes, you. Cordelia, you have to learn to look after yourself. Now get
something to eat and lie down! I'll be over later with a concoction.

Cordelia: Oh, if you insist...
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Libra A

Libra: Cordelia!

Cordelia: ...Blast! He found me. Er, hello, Libra!

Libra: Are you allright? I heard from Lissa that you had a fainting fit.

Cordelia: Just a little one. And I didn't say anything because I didn't want
you to worry.

Libra: This is not the time to be fretting about MY feelings. How are you
feeling now?

Cordelia: Oh, I'm fine. I even saw a physician, if that makes you feel
better. She said I just need to get more rest and drink lots of tea.

Libra: Well, that's good to hear.

Cordelia: ...And I AM very sorry.

Libra: What about?

Cordelia: For not listening to you. For not taking it easy like you told me
to.

Libra: It is not me who you should be apologizing to.

Cordelia: Who, then?

Libra: Why, to yourself, of course! You're the one who has to suffer all the
exhaustion and pain!

Cordelia: Uh, sorry, self!

Libra: You want to help people and be there for them when they need you,
right?
But you can't do that if you're working yourself into the ground.

Cordelia: I just can't help it! I see a job, and then another, and then
another...
Libra, would you maybe stay with me and scold me if I try to do too much?

Libra: I'm afraid scolding isn't in my nature. I'm more of the forgiveness
type. What I can do, however, is offer my support and words of wisdom. Some
gentle reminders to let you know you're trying to do the impossible.

Cordelia: I'd be grateful if you would!
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Libra S

Cordelia: *Grunt* Oomph! This... is... a heavy one...

Libra: Cordelia! What are you doing! You're supposed to be recovering!

Cordelia: Oh, hello, Libra. Yes, I'm feeling much better now!

Libra: Your problem is that you're incapable of not doing anything for five
minutes...

Cordelia: You might be right, at that.

Libra: Oh, Cordelia. I can't take my eyes of you for more than a minute, can
I?
Is there any way to get you to relax?

Cordelia: Well, I suppose you could just follow me around nonstop!

Libra: ...Yes. That is indeed the only solution. You're going to have to let
me be with you day and night.

Cordelia: What?! That's absurd!

Libra: ......

Cordelia: Er, what I mean is...that would be sort of... odd... Unless we were
married, of course. But you don't mean that! ...Or do you?

Libra: Perhaps this ring will make my intentions clear.

Cordelia: ...Oh.

Libra: There are whispers in camp that Chrom rules supreme in your heart. But
even so, I could never forgive myself if I did not tell you how I truly felt.
So as doomed and foolish as my entreaty may be, I must ask-will you marry me?

Cordelia: It isn't foolish, Libra. Or doomed, either.

Libra: It isn't?

Cordelia: Libra, no one has ever worried as much about my welfare as you
have.
You try to stop me working too hard... You rush to my aid when I collapse...
I've been thinking how nice it would be if you were always there for me. So
nice, in fact, that I will gladly accept your ring!

Libra: Oh, Cordelia! You have made me so very happy!

Cordelia: Do you swear to look after me, make me tea, and lug crates until
death do us part?

Libra: I do so swear!
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A7. Henry C

Cordelia: There. It took a while, but it's finished at last!

Henry: Hey-o, Cordelia! Whatcha makin' there? Is that a scarf?

Cordelia: Yes. Who knows when we might be called upon to battle in frigid
conditions?

Henry: Neat! Plegia's all hot and sunny, so there's not much call for
scarves. Hey, so I'm no expert, but isn't that more of a man's scarf?

Cordelia: Er, well, the scarf is actually an item that can be worn by
either... Um... It's not for me. It's a present.

Henry: Oooh, lucky guy. I wish someone would make ME a nice cozy scarf!

Cordelia: Heh. Well, you can have this one, if you like it that much.

Henry: Huh? But what about the special fella you were gonna give it to? I
don't want an angry boyfriend pounding on my tent flap in the dead of night!

Cordelia: Well, now that I think about it, the gift probably isn't such a
good idea.

Henry: Aw, but it's so beautifully made! I'm sure he'd love it.

Cordelia: Yes, but I doubt his wife would.

Henry: Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh. Say, what if the wife was dead? Could
you give it to him then?

Cordelia: Henry, that's terrible! Never say that again! ..... And in any
case, it's a moot point, because I'm giving it to you. ...Thank you, Henry.
(Cordelia leaves)

Henry: What a weirdo. Why'd she thank ME for taking HER present?!
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Henry B

Henry: Hey, Cordelia! Thanks again for the sweet scarf!

Cordelia: Not at all. I'm glad you like it. *siiiiiigh*

Henry: Uh-oh. Looks like someone's got a case of the bloody Mondays...

Cordelia: Ew! ...And I'm fine, really. Just indulging in a little self-pity.

Henry: That's kind of like making yourself sad on purpose, isn't it? You want
help? 'Cause I've got a curse that'll REALLY make you miserab-

Cordelia: No, thank you! ...I was just moping about the married man I've
fallen for. Still, I've no one else to blame but myself, so I have no right
to grumble.

Henry: That's for sure!

Cordelia: Henry, sometimes you are honest and straightdforward to a fault.
You know, I wish I could just decide to stop liking someone.

Henry: I've got a curse for that, too! One little chant will take your
heartache away.

Cordelia: Truly?

Henry: Sure! Just tell me who you're yearning for, and I'll pluck the love
out like a weed! You'll feel much better, I promise.

Cordelia: I appreciate the offer, and it IS tempting... But I have to say no.

Henry: Why?

Cordelia: No matter how much it pains me, I don't want this love to go away.

Henry: Huh. So you ARE making yourself sad deliberately!

Cordelia: I know, Henry. I know...
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Henry A

Henry: Yikes, I think my arms have gone numb from carrying so much stuff!

Cordelia: I appreciate your help. I had no idea I'd bought so much until it
was too late. It was very good of you to come and escort me around the
market.

Henry: so, now that we've been shopping, how's the lovesick heart? Better?

Cordelia: What do you mean?

Henry: I asked Lissa for advice, and she told me to take you on a big
shopping trip. She said a few hours trying on dresses and armor would fix
that broken heart, pronto!

Cordelia: So this was all a plot to make me feel better, was it? Well, I
would never have believed it, but I DO feel better. Thank you.

Henry: Great! So now that we know shopping works, let's go to the market
again!

Cordelia: Er, but we were just there.

Henry: I can go back and forth all day if that's what it takes! Plus, they
had this eyeball in a jar that I wanted to-

Cordelia: Henry, you're very kind, but I think you've done enough for one
day.

Henry: Then how abour some comfort food? Fruit pies and cream? Candy apples?
Macaroni and cheese with fried boar crisps and crumbled horse-

Cordelia: Definitely not! I have to stay in fighting shape. Anyway, it wasn't
the shopping that made me feel better- it was being with you.

Henry: What, really?

Cordelia: Just knowing that you care enough to help is comfort in itself. We
could have done anything and you would have lifted my spirits.

Henry: I don't really get all this "feelings" stuff, but if you say so. Er,
but if you're REALLY grateful, you could join me for a fruit pie...

Cordelia: Oh, all right. ...But just the one!
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Henry S

Henry: *Pant* A-avast, fiend! Prepare to wear your guts for garters! *Pant,
pant* It's n-no good... I can't even lift the thing...

Cordelia: Henry, what in the world are you doing with that battle axe?

Henry: I'm practicing how too look more manly! I figured you might like me
better if I was a little bigger and tougher.

Cordelia: Is this another one of your schemes to make me feel better?

Henry: Nya ha! No, it's a scheme to make you fall in love with me.

Cordelia: It's a... Wait, what?

Henry: I know I'm not as tough or brave or handsome as Chrom, but maybe-

Cordelia: D-did you just say Chrom?

Henry: Well, that's the guy you're always pining for, isn't it? That's what
Lissa said, anyway. Was she wrong?

Cordelia: *Sigh* No, she wasn't. Oh, this is so embarrassing! I didn't want
anyone to know.

Henry: Aw, it's okay. I'm just gonna work hard so you end up liking me
instead!

Cordelia: Henry, you don't have to impress me by trying to be more like
Chrom. There's plenty of things about you I already like. ...In fact, I've
found myself thinking about you more than Chrom lately.

Henry: Really?

Cordelia: You've been so kind and thoughtful and considerate toward me. I'm
ashamed I didn't realize you were falling in love with me before my eyes!

Henry: Well, if you REALLY feel bad about it, you could accept this ring...

Cordelia: Oh, Henry! I'll gladly accept it! No one knows how to make me happy
quite like you...
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Nowi!

A8. Frederick C

Frederick: Ah, Nowi.

Nowi: Eeek!

Frederick: Wh--?! No, wait!

Nowi: Yes? What is it?

Frederick: Why did you attempt to flee, milady? Have I done something to
anger you?

Nowi: Last night, I had a nightmare about my basket of fruit being stolen...

Frederick: Ah. Yes, I see how such a thing might be... Er, except I don't.
Why did that make you want to run away?

Nowi: Because YOU were the thief, and I didn't want to lose any more fruit!

Frederick: This is unfortunate. I hate to think I wronged you- dream or
otherwise.
Perhaps it would clear the air if I offered you my ration of fruit this
evening? And I only ask one small thing in return.

Nowi: For extra fruit, I'll do anything!

Frederick: Well then, I was hoping we might spend more time together.

Nowi: ...Yeah, no. That's not worth fruit. Plus you're not really my type.

Frederick: Milady! I did NOT mean it as a proposal! What a dishonorable idea!
..I want you to show me your dragon might.

Nowi: Huh? But why?

Frederick: Opportunities to spar with a dragon are few and far between. To
get even a taste of dragon combat would be a most valuable experience!

Nowi: Won't you be all scared and stuff?

Frederick: That is why I need your help. Fear of the unknown is the fear most
dangerous.

Nowi: I'm not sure about this...

Frederick: ...You'd have two rations of fruit?

Nowi: Oh, right! I almost forgot! Okay, sure!
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Frederick B

Nowi: Frederick, are you all right?

Frederick: *Groan* Y-yes, milady... Completely fine... Such a small burn... I
c-can hardly feel it. If I just ignore it, it will heal. Eventually...

Nowi: Are you sure? I burned off an awful lot of hair. What if it grows back
all weird?

Frederick: Oh. D-does it appear grievous?

Nowi: Well, it's kind of all frizzy and spiky and sticking out. Hee hee! It's
actually pretty funny! Hee hee hee!

Frederick: Then we had best stop for now and give my body a chance to
recover. This has been a very educational experience, thanks to you. I must
return to my training while the pain of the wounds remains fresh in my mind.

Nowi: .......

Frederick: Are you all right, Nowi? Are you injured?

Nowi: I'm just thinking how stupid you are! Getting yourself all hurt like
that, with no one to look after you properly!

Frederick: I must put myself through such trails if I am to protect everyone.

Nowi: But why do you insist on doing it by yourself? You can ask for help!

Frederick:What are you driving at, milady?

Nowi: You said you were going to return to training, right? Meaning, on your
own? But that'll make you lonely. I should know. Before I came here, I was
all alone, too. It makes me sad to see you working and training so hard with
no one around you.

Frederick: Milady, you have a kind and gentle heart. But I couldn't possibly
be lonely when those like you are thinking about my welfare.

Nowi: So you don't feel lonely at all?

Frederick: Not a bit. So once my wounds have healed, perhaps we can spar once
again?

Nowi: Sure! That'll be fun!
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Frederick A

Frederick: Nowi, are you free? I was hoping we might have another sparring
session.

Nowi: But we just had a fight yesterday! AND the day before that!

Frederick: Yes, but I am so close to anticipating when you unleash a breath
attack.

Nowi: Oh, okay. If you want to play THAT much... Why are you always so
obsessed about getting better at fighting?

Frederick: I must be strong so I can protect Chrom and our allies. This war
demands no less. Also, the more I learn, the more I can pass on to the other
Shepherds. This will reduce battlefield casualties and increase the odds of
eventual victory.

Nowi: And it'll make you the biggest hero ever!

Frederick: Unlikely. And in any case, I do not do this for praise or glory.
MY only aim is to ensure that as many of my comrades as possible survive this
war.

Nowi: I love being praised more than ANYTHING! Don't you care about the glory
even just a little bit?

Frederick: I am but human, milady-any praise that comes my way is highly
appreciated. But approbation and glory cannot by themselves be your goal.

Nowi: Gosh, you're just like a real knight! But SOMEONE has to tell you how
great you are-and it might as well be me! So, er... Well done, Frederick!
Good job! You're the best knight ever!

Frederick: Heh. Why, thank you, Nowi. You remind me of my mother.

Nowi: Well, don't forget, I AM like several centuries older than you!

Frederick: Yes, of course. I often forget that you are a wise, mature woman.

Nowi: Tee hee hee! NOW you're praising ME! And you do it ever so well!

Frederick: I only speak the truth.

Nowi: In fact, you're so good at it, I think we should spend more time
sparring.

Frederick: It would be my pleasure!
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Frederick S

Nowi: Frederick! Let's practice some more. I'll turn into a dragon for you!

Frederick: Now this is unusual- normally, it is I who challenges you to
battle. Has something piqued your interest in our training sessions?

Nowi: Not really. I just decided that you and me should practice together
more often. See, when you try hard, I always remember to praise you and say
how brave you are. Even if no one else appreciates all your hard work, I want
to make sure I do. And, another thing. When you take a day off, I want to
take a day off with you! Then we can keep each other company, and neither of
us will ever be alone. We'll get stronger, we'll be able to help out Chrom
more, and it'll be fun!

Frederick: But then we would be spending nearly every waking moment together.

Nowi: ...You don't hate do you? Please say you don't! Because I really,
really, REALLY like you!

Frederick: I like you, too, Nowi.

Nowi: No! I don't mean that kind of like. I mean, I LIKE YOU like you.

Frederick: ...Ah.
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Nowi: I love how you're always working so hard for others, even when you're
tired. Plus I love how you're always thinking of ways to protect people. It
makes ME want to protect YOU! So, um, do you like me? Like as a woman and all
that? 'Cause if you feel about me like I do for you, I... I want you to tell
me. Please, Frederick! Don't keep me in suspense!

Frederick: After such a forthright confession, it would ill behoove me not to
answer in kind. In truth, I was planning to do this when I was better
prepared... ...But, Nowi, I have in fact fallen in love with you. We have
spent so much time together lately, and I came to realize... Well, that you
are the most important person in my life.

Nowi: YAAAAAAAAAY! So I suppose we should get married now, right?

Frederick: If you will do me the great honor. But unfortunately, I have not
yet picked out a suitable ring for you. I shall go to the jeweler in town and
order one immediately.

Nowi: Oh, wait! Before you go, let's have another fight!

Frederick: Well, I suppose there is always time for just one more...
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A8. Virion C

Nowi: Ouch! I really scrapped my hands when I slipped back there...

Virion: I hear a fair maidne in need of medical aid! Shall Virion tend the
wound?

Nowi: Oh, could you?

Virion: But of course! A dab of ointment, a small, clean bandage... There!
Danger has been thwarted thanks to my speedy and skilled treatment.

Nowi: Aw, thanks!

Virion: No need for thanks, sweet Nowi.

Nowi: Hey, so I've noticed that you keep calling me "sweet." Don't you think
it's a little belittling or whatever?

Virion: If I have offended, you have my apoligies. 'Tis but a habit of mine.
Pray, do you not like it?

Nowi: No, pray! I do not!

Virion: Then I shall endeavor to correct myself with all due haste! A
nobleman must take care how he addresses others, you know. Especially one as
distinguished as you!

Nowi: What's so special about me?

Virion: Why, you are over a thousand years old! You lived in the time of my
great ancestors. You are practically immortal! Divine, even! It ills behooves
me to disrespect you.

Nowi: Okay, knock it off! You're making me sound like some old lady.

Virion: Nonsense, Nowi my sweet! You are charming, young, and beauty itself!

Nowi: You really think I'm beautiful?

Virion: Let the gods strike me down if it is not so! You see? No lightning
strikes. No fire ants nibble at my drawers.

Nowi: Wow. You really ARE good at this whole philandering thing.

Virion: Ph-ph-philandering?! Where did you hear such a vulgar word?!

Nowi: Um, that's what everyone says about you. ...Seriously. Everyone. Even
Chrom. Didn't you know?

Virion: I most certainly did not!
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Virion B

Nowi: I'm SOOOOOO hungry! When do we EEEAT?!

Virion: An empty stomach will not do. I, Virion, shall bring hither victuals.

Nowi: Er, Virion?! Where did you go?! VIIIIIIRIIIIIIOOON?! Oh! There you are.

Virion: Apologies for the delay, sweet Nowi. I have collected some lovely
some lovely fresh lettuces.

Nowi: Um, that's nice, but... I hate vegetables.

Virion: Ah! How foolish of me, offering plants to a dragon! I shall sally
forth and find a fatted calf with all haste!

Nowi: Wait, Virion! Look, if you want to help, I'd rather you just... kept me
company. If we played a game or whatever, that would take my mind off the
hunger.

Virion: Very well. What would you like to play? Chess? Tiddlywinks? Naughts
and crosses? I also know checkers, blind man's bluff, king of the bean, field
bowling, falconing-

Nowi: I want to play duck duck dragon!

Virion: Duck duck... dragon? Well, I say. I'm not familar with that game.

Nowi: It's easy! I turn into a dragon and chase you while spewing white-hot
fire. And if I catch you, I totally win!

Virion: That sounds dreadful!

Nowi: So, let's start, okay? I'll count to... um... one million, and you go
hide.

Virion: One million? Do you realize how long that will take?

Nowi: OOOOOONE... TWOOOOOO... THREEEEEE...

Virion: My life is flashing in front of my eyes! ...Very, very slowly. Well,
I'll not wait for her to finish. Virion, AWAY!
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Virion A

Nowi: Hee hee hee! Today was so much fun! I LOVE duck duck dragon!

Virion: Insofar as a terrifying brush with death can be fun, then yes...

Nowi: What? I didn't quite catch that.

Virion: Er, I was muttering to myself about how much I enjoy these games of
ours!

Nowi: I know, right? Playing games is pretty much my favorite thing ever. But
no one ever want to play with me! It's crazy!

Virion: I can't imagine why no one else is clamoring to join in...

Nowi: But now I have you, and we can play duck duck dragon over and over
again!

Virion: Over and... over? Dear gods, I don't think my poor heart can take it.
And yet I cannot bring myself to wipe that smile of joy from her face...

Nowi: Virion? You're doing that thing again. The one where you mumble to
yourself?

Virion: I am? My apologies. I was just thinking about how sad I'll be when we
stop playing.

Nowi: I KNEW you liked duck duck dragon!

Virion: Er...

Nowi: You know, you really should have told me sooner. It's not even dark
yet! That means we have time for ONE MORE ROUND! OOOOOONE... TWOOOOOO...
THREEEEEE...

Virion: No, Nowi! I beg of you, no! I cannot abide the remorseless tick of
death's grim's clock!

Nowi: Geez, what's with the wailing, Virion? I can bearly hear myself count.

Virion: Um, sweet Nowi? Do you know any games beside duck duck dragon? I'm
concerned you might, er, waste all your dragonstones! ...Yes, that's it.

Nowi: Aw, don't worry. Now that I know how much you like it, I'll make the
sacrifice! Okay, so where was I? FOOOUR... FIIIIIVE...

Virion: NOW she decides to take my feelings into consideration?! ...Still, if
she is willing to give up things for my sake, then I must do the same for
her. I shall take part in her game, even if it means the death of me! Virion,
AWAY!
(Virion leaves)

Nowi: SEEEEEEEEEVEN... EEEEEEEEEIGHT...
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Virion S

Nowi: .....

Virion: Why the scowl, sweet Nowi? Do you not feel like playing duck duck
dragon?

Nowi: No. I don't.

Virion: But I thought it was your favorite game and that you would never tire
of it! I'm willing to have a match right now, if you like. My singed
hindquarters have nearly healed from the last match! Or perhaps you have
thought of some other game? A safer one, perhaps?

Nowi: I want to get married.

Virion: Playing house is a bit beneath a 1,000-year old woman, but if you
like, I'm all for it. Shall I take on the role of minister? I deliever a
crackling good sermon!

Nowi: No! I want to marry YOU!

Virion: Yes, but then who will play the minister? I suppose we could ask
Frederick, although it would be a terribly dull affair...

Nowi: Do I really have to spell this out? I don't want to PLAY marriage,
Virion! I want to BE MARRIED! ...TO YOU!

Virion: Y-you want... Wait, to me? Are you serious?

Nowi: Yes, yes, and YES!

Virion: Right then! I see! ...No, wait. I'm still confused. You, Nowi, wish
to marry me? ...Virion?

Nowi: AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGH! Yes, you dunderhead! Why do you think I've been
chasing you all over the place?!

Virion: B-but that was a game! And on I spent in a state of mortal terror,
besides.

Nowi: *Sniff* D-do you hate me, Virion? Is that it? Do you th-think I'm...
ugly? *Sniff* B-b-because I... I couldn't take that! Waaaaaaaaaaaah!

Virion: Good gracious, no! You're lovely! Oh, please do stop crying!

Nowi: Oh, yay! That means you love me! For a moment there, I thought you
might turn me down.

Virion: Er...

Nowi: Aw, Virion. I liked you since the first moment we met! Everyone treats
me so seriously because... Well, you know. 'Cause I'm really old. But you're
fun and funny and silly and it's just great! I don't ever want to lose that
feeling!

Virion: Oh, sweet Nowi. It is true that the times I've spent with you haven't
been... entirely unpleasant. And your confession of love makes me realize how
truly fond you I've become. So let us marry, fair Nowi. Not as a game, but
for true.

Nowi: So you ARE saying yes?! Oh, I'm so excited! We have to go buy a ring
right away! That's the rule, right?

Virion: We shall buy a mgnificent ring fit for a true noblewoman.

Nowi: Yay! I can't wait!
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A8. Stahl C

Stahl: Hmm? I hear the chirping of a bird. And it's very close indeed.

Nowi: Heya, Stahl! Just the man I wanted to see. Can you spare some of that
healing tonic you're always carrying around?

Stahl: What do you want it for?

Nowi: This little bird hurt a wing, and I want to help him out.

Stahl: I'm not sure my tonic works on birds. ...It's mainly for diarrhea.

Nowi: Well, THAT'S not going to help. Hmm... Wait, I know! A healing staff
should do the trick!

Stahl: Nowi, I know you just want to help, but healing staves are very
valuable. I'm not sure we can spare one for a bird, regardless of how cute it
is.

Nowi: What? So we just let it DIE because Chrom might get a boo-boo?!

Stahl: Well, Chrom. Or me. ...Er, or anyone, really.

Nowi: Ugh! How could you be so cruel! Waaaaaah!

Stahl: ...Gods, maybe she's right. This war is turning me into a heartless
brute. Nowi, wait. I'm sorry. You're right. Let's call Lissa and have her
help this poor little critter.

Nowi: *Sniff* R-really? You'll do that? Thanks, Stahl...
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Stahl B

Stahl: Hey, Nowi. I brought some fresh bandages.

Nowi: Thanks, Stahl. The bird is feeling much better now!

Stahl: I'm not surprised, with how you've been looking after him.

Nowi: Yeah but I'm tired of calling him "the bird." I think he needs a name.
What do you think of Janaff?

Stahl: Er...

Nowi: That totally sounds like a bird, right? I thought of it myself, by the
way.

Stahl: I'm not sure it's the best idea to give him a name. It'll just make it
that much harder when it comes time to part company.

Nowi: But we're not going to part company Me and Janaff will be friends
forever.

Stahl: Okay, now you're just being absurd. First of all, how are you going to
look after him in the middle of battle? And second, what are you going to
feed him? We're low on food as it is.

Nowi: I'll find a way! I'll be like his mother and take extra good care of
him! So can I keep him? Pleeeeeeeeeeeease?

Stahl: Oh, for the love of... Fine. I'll talk to Chrom. Maybe you and I can
look after him together.

Nowi: Yay! Thanks, Stahl!
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Stahl A

Stahl: Janaff seems to be full of beans today.

Nowi: Yeah, we just got back from a flight around the camp. It was lots of
fun!

Stahl: Well, glad you found a friend. Perhaps now it... Hmm? What's that
shadow?

Nowi: Oh my gosh! Look at that huge flock of birds!

Stahl: Janaff seems awfully excited, Nowi. I think maybe he wants to join
them.

Nowi: What? No he doesn't! Liar! He's MY friend!

Stahl: The flock keeps circling us like they're waiting for something...
Nowi, I think Janaff's friend and family have come to take him home.

Nowi: No! I'M his family now! I'm his mother! I'm going to turn into a dragon
and chase those stupid birds away!

Stahl: You can't do that, Nowi.

Nowi: But... But...!

Stahl: What do you think Janaff would want? ...I mean, besides worms. Do you
really want to keep him from his true family? From his friends?

Nowi: Oh, fiiine. I know you're right, but it's still sad and unfair. I'm s-
sorry Janaff. I shouldn't have tried to hold you against your will. *sniff*
You can... *sob* go... *sniffle* If you really... want to...

Stahl: Wow! Look how fast he flew into the flock! He looks happy, doesn't he?
He's doing little somersaults in the air. Farewell, Janaff! May all your
meals be huge grubs and the like!

Nowi: *Sniff* Bye, Janaff. I hope you have fun... with all your friends...

Stahl: ...And he's gone.

Nowi: *Siiiiiiiiigh*

Stahl: You did the right thing, Nowi.

Nowi: H-he was my best friend ever... *sniff* Oh gods, I miss him so much!
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Janaaaaaaaaaff!

Stahl: Heh. Easy there, Nowi. We don't want you to pull something...
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Stahl S

Stahl: Nowi?

Nowi: Hee hee. Hi, Stahl.

Stahl: What are you up to? You're looking inordinately cheery.

Nowi: Last night, I had a dream where I was flying through the sky with
Janaff! He said he visited me in my dream to tell me he was doing okay.

Stahl: Hey, that's great! he must have really cared for you.

Nowi: By the way, why are you here? Do you want something?

Stahl: Um, yes, actually. I've been thinking about you lately. Ever since you
released Janaff, I mean. Seeing you make such a huge sacrifice for the
happiness of someone else... Well, it kind of made me realize that I have
feelings for you. So, um, I got you this ring. ...If you'll take it.

Nowi: Does this mean you want to get married?

Stahl: Oh, good. You know about this, then. I was afraid I'd have to explain
and... Well, yes, Nowi. I want to get married.

Nowi: And if we marry, that makes us family, right?

Stahl: It sure does. You and me and all the little bird we can adopt.

Nowi: Never mind birds! I wanna be a mom and have dozens of children!

Stahl: Er, dozens?

Nowi: Oh, okay. Maybe just one dozen. Anyway, can I have the ring now?

Stahl: R-right, of course.
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A8. Vaike C

Nowi: *Sniffle*

Vaike: Hey! What's all the snifflin' about?

Nowi: Oh, n-nothing...

Vaike: Ha! You can't fool the Vaike! I'm a master of psych... Er, psik... Ya
know. Mind Stuff!

Nowi: I had a frightening dream.

Vaike: A nightmare, eh? What about? Beasts? Ghouls? Snaggletooth witches?

Nowi: I was all alone. Everyone had left me. Even Chrome and Avatar.

Vaike: Well, that's quite a dream! Chrom and Avatar would never do that!
Heck, no shepherd would do that!

Nowi: But in one hundred years you will. You'll all be gone.

Vaike: Oh. Well, I guess so, yeah.

Nowi: Then I WILL be alone! Waaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Vaike: Look, ya can't go weepin' over what might happen a hundred years from
now! Ya gotta live in the present and have fun while ya still can.

Nowi: That's easier said than done.

Vaike: If you've got time to brood about the future centuries, you've got
time to have fun. In fact, let's play a game right now! How about Headless
Soldier?

Nowi: Yaaay!
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Vaike B

Nowi: Okay, I think I've got it this time... PLTHTHTH... PSZZZTHTHTH!

Vaike: BWAHAHA! That's the worst whistlin' I've ever heard! Here, let me show
ya again...

Nowi: No! I've almost got it. Listen... PLSHTHTHTHTH... *splutter*

Vaike: Ya sound like a camel that swallowed bagpipes. But you're lucky. You
got all the time in the world to practice.

Nowi: Lucky? I don't see what is so great about it.

Vaike: Gallopin' geldings, what I wouldn't give for an extra century or two!
Then I know I could make my dream come true!

Nowi: Dream? What dream?

Vaike: To become the greatest warrior in the land and to help the children of
my old slumtown. To want to improve their lot so they can help pull up folks
around 'em. By the time I'm done, I'll have made life better for EVERYONE!

Nowi: Oh! What a wonderful dream!

Vaike: I was inspired by the exalt. She made a speech in my town once, see?
But the thing is, I don't have enough time to make that happen. If I had a
few extra decades, I might be able to make something of it.

Nowi: Hey, I have an idea! If you die before you fufill your dream, I'll take
over! Withthe two of us together, I know we could make it come true.

Vaike: Really? You'd do that for 'Ol Teach?
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Vaike A

Nowi: *Siiiiiigh*

Vaike: Aw, come on! You're too young and pretty to be mopin' like this!

Nowi: Vaike, I'm older than you... MUCH older.

Vaike: Yeah, I know. But you're still a kid at heart, right? Anyway, what's
the matter, another scary dream?

Nowi: The thing is, Vaike, I really like you. And that makes me sad. *sniff*
Because it means I'm really gonna miss you when you're gone!

Vaike: hey, don't bury me yet! And besides, you'll be helpin' me with my
dream. It's like havin' me right there!

Nowi: I promised to do that, and I will. But it's going to be so awful and
sad and... and lonely without you. And then everyone else is gonna go away
and... and... WAAAAAAH!!!

Vaike: H-hey now! Don't start cryin', Nowi! I ain't goin' nowhere.

Nowi: Promise?*sniff*

Vaike: Guarantee it! So wipe away those tears and let's start enjoyin' the
day!

Nowi: Th-thanks,Vaike. I feel better.

Vaike: Har har! That's more like it!
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Vaike S

Nowi: Hey Vaike, is it true that you'll never leave me?

Vaike: This again? Look, Nowi! I promised, didn't I? How many times are you
gonna ask the same question?

Nowi: I'm sorry, But I just can't help thinking it's a promise you wont be
able to keep.

Vaike: All right, all right1 One more time. I vow to never leave you- cross
my heart!

Nowi: Oh, thank you, Vaike! As long as YOU'RE with me, I'll never be lonely!

Vaike: My company's that good?

Nowi: Sure is!

Vaike: Well then, uh... Maybe You'd do me the honor of accepting this.

Nowi: Oh, a ring! How pretty!

Vaike: Now you don't have to ask if I'm leavin' you again. This proves I'll
stay.

Nowi: It... proves it?

Vaike: That's right. It means I'll be your friend and stay by your side
forever.

Nowi: But what about-

Vaike: Yes, even after I'm worm food! All ya have to do is close your eyes,
hold this ring, and imagine me. Next thing ya know, I'll be standin' right
next to ya! So stop worrin', all right?

Nowi: Th-thank you, Vaike. You have... no idea what this means to me...
*sniff*

Vaike: Aww, don't start cryin' again!
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A8. Kellam C

Nowi: Hmm? What's this piece of paper doing on the ground?

Kellam: Um, that's mine.

Nowi: Really? Let's see what it says... "Dear everyone. How are you?"

Kellam: Hey, that's private! Don't read it!

Nowi: Oh, it's a letter! Did you write this?

Kellam: It's for my family back home. My parents and brothers. I just want to
let them know I'm okay.

Nowi: You have brothers?

Kellam: Oh, sure. Five of 'em. We grew up in a pretty lively house.

Nowi: *Sniff* I wish I had brothers and sisters. It's so boring when you're
all alone...

Kellam: Gosh, that must be rough... But, uh, please don't cry. You know, I
always wanted a sister... So if you want, maybe you could pretend that I'm
your brother!

Nowi: That's a great idea! From now on, I'll be your big sister!

Kellam: Oh, right. You're older than me. I always forget that.

Nowi: Okay, Little Brother, let's play a game! I get to pick because I'm the
oldest.

Kellam: Um... okay?
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Kellam B

Nowi: Keeelllaaaaaam! It's time to play hide-and-seek!

Kellam: Actually, you might not want to play that game with me.

Nowi: Don't you try to wriggle out of it. Your big sister orders you to play!

Kellam: Well, if you insist...

Nowi: I'm going to count to a million, so you run off and hide somewhere.

Kellam: A m-million?! Well, okay...

Nowi: OOONE... TWOOO... THREEEEEE...
(Time passes)

Kellam: I was afraid this might happen. I'm hungry and it's almost dark. She
must've gone home by now... I'll give it five more minutes, and then I'll
come out and head for supper.

Nowi: Ah-HAH! Gotcha!

Kellam: Gah?! You were still looking?

Nowi: Well, I HAD to find you, right? Otherwise, you'd have been waiting
forever! Sitting in a bush... All alone... Not a single friend to talk to...
But don't worry about that, Little Brother! I'll NEVER leave you alone!

Kellam: ...Never?

Nowi: Okay, your turn! Now you have to find me!

Kellam: Um, Nowi? It's dark, and I'm hungry, so maybe we can-

Nowi: Hey! Your older sister commands it!
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Kellam A

Kellam: Found you, Nowi!

Nowi: Aww! Not again! Why are you so good at this stupid game?!

Kellam: Oh, I've had a lot of practice.

Nowi: But how do you hide so well? You have to teach me! Pleeease?!

Kellam: Aw, shucks, Nowi. I can't teach you, because I don't know. It just...
happens. Our family was real poor, see? So my brothers and I had to share
everything. But I was a mean kid who hated sharing, so we'd always get into
fights. Eventually my family got tired of my selfishness and started ignoring
me. Well, I got mad and they stayed mad, and now... Well, it's like I'm just
not there.

Nowi: Oh, Kellam... That's the saddest thing I've ever heard in my life!

Kellam: It is?

Nowi: You may have had a family, but really you were all alone like me!

Kellam: Well, I suppose so. In a way.

Nowi: Well, never mind all that. I'm your sister now, and I KNOW you exist!
So no more hiding from me, all right? ...Unless we're playing.

Kellam: Heh heh. This sister thing ain't half bad!
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Kellam S

Nowi: What are you doing, Kellam? You look so serious.

Kellam: Er, hello, Nowi. I'm just... polishing this ring.

Nowi: Wow, it's so shiny!

Kellam: My parents gave it to me when I first left for the capital. I'm
supposed to give it to someone who I want to bring into the family.

Nowi: You mean like your big sister?

Kellam: Um, I guess so.

Nowi: Oh, I'm just kidding. I know an engagement ring when I see one.

Kellam: .....

Nowi: ...Well? Are you going to give it to me or not?!

Kellam: Wh-what?! Well, I was planning on making more of a deal out of it. I
mean, with some music or maybe a big cake or... something? ...Here. Do you
accept?

Nowi: Yay! Of course I do!
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A8. Lon'qu C

Nowi: Lon'qu! Play with me!

Lon'qu: No.

Nowi: Oh, come on, please? It's boring playing by myself. Aren't you soooo
booored?

Lon'qu: I like being alone. Go ask someone else.

Nowi: I was going to, but they all look super busy.

Lon'qu: Are you saying I don't? Because I am busy. Very busy indeed.

Nowi: *Sniff* *sniffle*

Lon'qu: Your tears have no effect on me! Besides... everyone know I have a
crippling fear of women. ...And yet, why do I not feel that fear around her?
I must learn why!

Nowi: *Sniffle* Wh-what did you say? I can't hear because I'm CRYING!

Lon'qu: Nothing of importance. However... I have decided that I will play
with you- but only for a short time.

Nowi: Yippee! You're the best!

Lon'qu: Yes, yes. Stop hopping around. Now what game do you wish to play?

Nowi: Erm... er... thinking hard... er... Oh, I know! Let's play house!

Lon'qu: I do not know that game. But it does not sound like something I'd
enjoy.

Nowi: It'll be fun! You get to play Dad!

Lon'qu: *Sigh* If you insist. But only for a short while!

Nowi: Great! And I'll be Mummy!

Lon'qu: Is that it for the rules, then? ...I was hoping dice were involved.
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Lon'qu B

Nowi: Lon'qu, let's play!

Lon'qu: I've already played with you once. Surely it is someone else's turn.

Nowi: Yeah, but that game is still going! Plus no one can play Dad but you.
And if you don't play with me, well, I guess I'll have to-

Lon'qu: Put that dragonstone away, you little extortionist. You don't scare
me. However, I will play one more time. ...But only because I happen to feel
like it!

Nowi: Works for me!

Lon'qu: It is not entirely unpleasant, after all. With you I do not feel that
icy grip of fear...

Nowi: Hee hee! Well, duh! Who'd ever be afraid of me whrn I'm not in dragon
form?

Lon'qu: Enough talk! Begin the playing of house! But know that this is my
last time.

Nowi: Sure, whatever.

Lon'qu: Now, where were we? I was just about to leave and go work in the
fields...

Nowi: Hear's your breakfast. dear! Eat it all! You need to keep your strength
up!

Lon'qu: Munch, munch. Ah. That was delicious. Now, I am off to work. Fare
thee well.

Nowi: See you tonight!

Lon'qu: Now I shall pretend to engage in agriculture. Chop, chop, shovel!

Nowi: .....

Lon'qu: Nowi? Why are you just standing there?

Nowi: Well, er, I'm at home, right? So when Dad gets off to work, what does
Mummy do? *Sniff* Oh, how sad! I don't know! I don't know anything about
families!

Lon'qu: ..... Nowi, come here.

Nowi: Why?

Lon'qu: You cannot simply stand there all day. Let's work the fields
together.

Nowi: Oh, yay! I like working in the fields! Chop, chop, chop!
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Lon'qu A

Nowi: Here you are, dear husband! I've made you supper.

Lon'qu: Munch, munch, munch. Chew. Swallow. Blech! This food is terrible!

Nowi: Eek! Dad's angry!

Lon'qu: Of course I am! How do you expect me to eat this pig swill?

Nowi: It's all we can afford on your pathetic salary! Maybe you should pull
your thumb out and start providing for this family! That's it! You're
sleeping in the stables tonight!

Lon'qu: Very well. I shall attempt to earn more. .....

Nowi: ..... Lon'qu! You're doing it wrong! You're supposed to argue back!

Lon'qu: Are you sure this is the correct way to play house? It seems to me we
should be doing things other than arguing all the time.

Nowi: Nope! This is totally the right way to play. Remember when I told you I
didn't know what families actually do at home? Well, I went to town and spied
on one of the families who lived there.

Lon'qu: And this is how they acted?

Nowi: Yep! All the time! This game is totally based on reality!

Lon'qu: Do you think it's possible that the family you observed was not...
typical?

Nowi: I dunno. Maybe. So what should a typical family do then?

Lon'qu: How should I know?

Nowi: Well if you don't know, then why can;t we just play it my way? I'm
going back to the game now. So, er, where was I? Oh, right... You're a lousy
providet, husband! Oh, why didn't I marry the blacksmith?!

Lon'qu: *Sigh*

Nowi: Come on, put some effort into it! It's a boring arguement if you just
sit and sigh.

Lon'qu: I don't like this family you invented! Here, I have an idea. Why
don't you go to town and spy on a few more families? Then we compare them all
and choose our favorite family to copy.

Nowi: I guess I could do that... But only if you come with me!

Lon'qu: If it stops you from berating me, I shall do as you ask.

Nowi: Yay! I bet no one's better at sneaking around people's houses than you!

Lon'qu: ...What is that supposed to mean?
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Lon'qu S

Lon'qu: Good-bye, sweet wife. I'm off to work in the fields.

Nowi: Have a good day, dear husband! Now, what do I do first again? Cleaning,
right? Then, lunch, then chop firewood. Hee hee! I'm so busy!

Lon'qu: Don't forget to draw water from the well.

Nowi: Oh, right. Thanks for the reminder! I never realized just how many
things a typical mother has to do in a day. It's hard to keep track of
everything.

Lon'qu: Don't worry. The more we play, the better you'll get at it.

Nowi: You mean we're going to keep playing? So you finally admit you like
playing house?

Lon'qu: I do. As a matter of fact... Here.

Nowi: Gosh, what a beautiful ring! But, wait- this is real! Isn't this
terribly extravagant for a game?

Lon'qu: This is a game no longer, Nowi. I want us to be a real family. And so
I must offer you a real ring.

Nowi: What kind of family? Like brother and sister or something?

Lon'qu: No, silly. I want to be your husband.

Nowi: Gosh! You mean we wouldn't have to pretend anymore? We could have our
own real-life family? Oh, Lon'qu- tell me I'm not dreaming!

Lon'qu: Like you, I have been alone for a very long time. I find this new
life agreeable, and I wouldn't want to share it with anyone but you.

Nowi: This is going to be MUCH more exciting than that stupid pretend game!
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A8. Donnel C

Nowi: Hey, can I see that rock?

Donnel: Huh?

Nowi: Ker... FLING!

Donnel: Horse apples! What'd ya go and do that for?!

Nowi: Yay! I got it!

Donnel: H-hey! Hold up a minute!
(Time passes)

Nowi: Check it out, Donny! I bagged a pheasant!

Donnel: *Huff* *Pant* Forget yer bird, Nowi! The stone! Where's my stone?!

Nowi: What, this one?

Donnel: Aw, there she is! Whew...

Nowi: Oh, sorry. Was it important?

Donnel: More than anythin' I won. It's my one real treasure. ...It belonged
to my pa.

Nowi: O-oh my gosh, Donny! *sniff* I'm s-sorry! I didn't know! I...
Waaaaaaaaah!

Donnel: Hey, now! No need to start bawlin'! I ain't mad! ...Least not
anymore.

Nowi: *Sniff* ...Y-you're not?

Donnel: Naw. Ain't no harm done.

Nowi: H-here. You should take this pleasant. I'll even roast it for you! I'm
not sure what temperature to put my breath at, but I figure about 10,000
degr-

Donnel: Gah, wait, wait! I'll just build a fire! This ain't the time nor the
place to go turnin' into a dragon, Nowi.

Nowi: ...But I like turning into a dragon.

Donnel: Look, we got us plenty of dry wood. Just sit back, and I'll have us a
fire goin' in two shakes of a pig's tail.

Nowi: Okay. Thanks, Donny!

Donnel: Gosh, but that was close...
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Donnel B

Nowi: Hey, Donny. You still have that stone from before?

Donnel: You mean my pa's stone? Course I do.

Nowi: Can I see it? I promise not to throw it! Pleeease? ...Oooh, it's so
pretty. Is that why it's your most favorite treasure?

Donnel: Looks ain't got nothin' to do with it. The stone's part of a promise
with my pa.

Nowi: A promise?

Donnel: He gave it to me back 'fore he died. He always loved rocks and stones
and such, but this was his favorite. He said it had a kinda power in it, all
hidden away. That it was greater than it looked. Reckon I don't quite
understand all that, but it's what he believed. So I promised him that one
day I'd figure it out and release that hidden power!

Nowi: Wow. I'm jealous.

Donnel: Of my stone? But you got one what turns ya into a dragon!

Nowi: No, of your promise with your father! I never knew my father. Never got
to talk to him...

Donnel: I'm real sorry to hear that.

Nowi: Oh, but I do remember where I was born!

Donnel: Oh yeah? Where's that?

Nowi: I forgot!

Donnel: Huh? But ya just said-

Nowi: No, I do remember, but just not right now. Next time I have it, I'll
tell you!

Donnel: Er, I don't quite understand all that, but I guess I'll look forward
to it.

Nowi: Hey, let's play! You're the most fun to play with around here!

Donnel: Aw, shucks, Nowi! I think yer a real hoot, too!
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Donnel A

Nowi: Hey, Donny! I remembered where I was born!

Donnel: Oh, yeah? Where at?

Nowi: It's all the way left from here!

Donnel: What, ya mean west?

Nowi: No, left! Across the ocean and way to the left!

Donnel: I ain't sure I follow. You don't know any landmarks or nothin'?

Nowi: No, not really. I was kidnapped right after I was born.

Donnel: Oh, gosh! That's terrible!

Nowi: It's my dream to go back to my homeland someday.

Donnel: Oh yeah?

Nowi: I mean, maybe I've got friends and family there, right?!

Donnel: Well, if I find it first, I reckon I'll be sure to come runnin' and
tell ya!

Nowi: You promise? Yay! Oh, oh! And if I find it, I'll come tell you, too!

Donnel: Now that there's a square deal!

Nowi: Yeah! I'm really hungry!

Donnel: ...I sure do have trouble keepin' up with ya sometimes, Nowi. But if
yer tummy's a'rumblin', I set me a trap a couple days ago. Wanna go see if we
caught anthin'? If we got us a rabbit, I'll fix ya a Donny special!

Nowi: Yaaay! You're the bestest, Donny!
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Donnel S

Donnel: Hey, Nowi. So, I was thinkin'... We both got things we're lookin'
for, right?

Nowi: Right!

Donnel: Well, why don't we look for 'em together?

Nowi: Oh, that's a great idea! Here, let's promise! Pinky swear!

Donnel: Er, I was thinkin' of somethin' a mite different than a pinky
swear...

Nowi: ...Thumb swear?

Donnel: I reckon this one's gonna need yer ring finger...

Nowi: Oh... I see! Donnel, are you saying what I think you're saying?
Because-

Donnel: Sure am. It's a marriage promise.

Nowi: Hee hee, I knew it! People forget I've been around the block a few
thousand times.

Donnel: Well, now it's finally time to take things to the next level. Let's
have yer hand, then.

Nowi: Here...

Donnel: Yee-haw! It's a perfect fit!

Nowi: Yaaay! We did it!

Donnel: Now we're promised to each other.

Nowi: No take-backs!

Donnel: Don't ya go and worry 'bout that. I'm gonna live out my life at yer
side.

Nowi: Thanks, Donny! You're the best!

Donnel: Aw, I'm so happy, I gonna dance a jig! Yeeeeeeeee-haaaaaaw!
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A8. Ricken C

Chrom: Fortunately no one got hurt, but you MUST be more careful in the
future.

Ricken: I'm so sorry! It wont happen again--I promise! I just didn't think
the flames would spread so fast.

Chrom: Now is not the time to discuss it. Come to my tent first thing in the
morning and you can explain yourself then.

Ricken: Y-yes, sir.
(Chrom leaves)
Ricken: *Sigh*

Nowi: I'm sorry, Ricken. I didn't mean to fall asleep, honest. But I couldn't
keep my eyes open.

Ricken: Geez, Nowi! You have to promise to stop taking that dragonstone to
bed! I don't want to wake up to the smell of burning tents again.

Nowi: B-but, I can't get to sleep if I'm not holding on to it...

Ricken: Look, what if I read you a book instead? Would that help you sleep?

Nowi: Oh, sure! That ought to work!

Ricken: Fine. ...Now let's keep this dragonstone accident our little secret,
okay?

Nowi: Okay! Thanks, Ricken!
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Ricken B

Nowi: Ricken, are you still angry?

Ricken: No. I guess not.

Nowi: Oh, that's good. Because I've never seen you so angry! ...It was kind
of scary.

Ricken: Yeah. I'm sorry I shouted like that. I just sort of. ...snapped.

Nowi: What did those townspeople do to set you off like that?

Ricken: They were saying bad things about Chrom. It really made my blood
boil!
Don't they realize how much he's sacrificed and risked so they can live in
peace?

Nowi: It's not very fair, is it?

Ricken: No. But I was wrong to be so angry. There are ungrateful fools
everywhere. I can't afford to lose my temper whenever someone says something
dumb.

Nowi: I don't blame you one bit! Especially when I think how much you admire
Chrom. If someone said bad things about a person I liked, I'd probably just
eat 'em

Ricken: You think so?

Nowi: Definitely! You're the kind of person who wants to protect people.
..Just like me.

Ricken: I do my best!

Nowi: Well, anyway. It looks like we have another secret, don't we?

Ricken: Er, right. If you can avoid telling anyone about this, I'd be really
grateful.

Nowi: Hee hee! No problem. After all, you're holding on to a secret for me,
too!

Ricken: Geez! Let's hope we won't need to keep any more!
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Ricken A

Ricken: That wedding was so fun! I'm glad we got to go.

Nowi: Yep. It seemed like the whole village was celebrating!

Ricken: Even though they didn't really know who we were, they gave us so much
food. It was like a harvest festival.

Nowi: A harvest festival? I haven't been to one in ages! Oh, I love
festivals! People are laughing, and dancing, and eating tasty food!

Ricken: You like it when you're surrounded by lots of people, don't you?

Nowi: When I was young, which is a REALLY long time ago, I had no one to talk
to. Sometimes, it got so lonely I thought I was the only person in the world.
That's why whenever I see a party going on, I just HAVE to join in.

Ricken: You don't get lonely now, though, do you?

Nowi: Oh, no! Now I have lots of friends, and there's always someone to talk
to!
Like you! And Avatar! And all the other nice people in the army!  But...

Ricken: But what?

Nowi: But someday, everyone is going to leave and go their separate ways,
aren't they? And when that happens, I'll be alone again, just like before.

Ricken: No way! I'm not going to let that happen! In fact, when the war
finishes, why don't we go on a tour of all the festivals we can find?

Nowi: Like, all around the whole world?

Ricken: Yeah! We'll invite the others and travel to every last corner of the
map!
Every single day would be a new festival with music and candied apples for
all!

Nowi: Oh my gosh! We could try to see every festival in the world! Promise
me, Ricken! Promise you'll take me on this tour!

Ricken: It's a promise!
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Ricken S

Nowi: Hey, Ricken. Let's play a game!

Ricken: Sure! How about a guessing game? For example, see if you can tell
what I have for you in this bag.

Nowi: I love guessing games!

Ricken: Here, then. You can put your hand inside, but you're not allowed to
peek!

Nowi: Hmm... It's hard... and round... and small... Is it a dragonstone?

Ricken: Nope. Besides, you have one of those. Can you tell anything else
about it?

Nowi: Wait, yes! It's got a hole in the middle... Oh! It's a donut! I love
donuts!
No, wait. It's not a donut. It's metal... Um, is it a ring?

Ricken: That's right! Here, you can look now.

Nowi: Hey, I know what this is! It's just like the one the lady was wearing
at the wedding!

Ricken: This is my most treasured heirloom See this here? It's my family
crest.
And the reason I brought this today is because I wanted to... give it to you.

Nowi: A-are you asking me to marry you?

Ricken: Yes! I really like you, Nowi, and I want you to be my wife.

Nowi: B-but, you're going to get older and older and I'll hardly change! And
then--

Ricken: It doesn't matter how we look! It's what's in our hearts that counts.
Do you think you could still love me when I'm a wizened old man?

Nowi: Of course I could! I promise I will! I'll never stop loving you, ever!

Ricken: Good! Because I certainly won't stop loving you!

Nowi: Yaaaaay! I'm never going to be lonely again!
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A8. Gaius C

Nowi: Hey, Gaius! Who did you vote for?

Gaius: Huh? Vote? I don't know what-

Nowi: Don't play dumb with me! I saw all you men standing around earlier! You
were voting on who's the best-looking girl in the Shepherds, right?

Gaius: Oh, that. Yes, there may have been a bit of ranking going on. I'm not
interested in that nonsense.

Nowi: Yeah, but you still haven't told me who you voted for!

Gaius: Yes, I did. I told you that I left. I didn't vote for anyone. While
those fools were haggling, I went to the mess hall and stole their desserts.
THAT'S what I call interesting.

Nowi: Okay, okay. I get it. You're not into that sort of thing. Good for you.
But still, you must have a favorite type, right? I mean, every guy does! So,
like, do you prefer older women? Blondes? Tall? Short? Chubby?

Gaius: Egads, but you're a persistent little creature. All right. I prefer
older women. Satisfied? Now will you please stop talking so I can eat Chrom's
dessert?

Nowi: Oh, what a coincidence! I'm older, so I must be your type!

Gaius: Huh? But... Oh, yeah. You're older than me. I always forget that. But
most older women have a certain gravitas that you... lack.

Nowi: Hey, I'm over 1,000 years old! We don't come much older than that, you
know.

Gaius: I'm not debating your actual age, kid. I'm just saying that... Well,
the appeal of a mature woman is in her confidence and poise.

Nowi: Poise?

Gaius: You know, how you carry yourself. A poised woman has class and
bearing, but still knows exactly what she wants.

Nowi: That? Oh, I've got poise, mister! Thousand of years' worth of it! I
can't BELIEVE you don't think I have poise! I am SO mad at you right now!
Ugh! The nerve, I swear...

Gaius: Right. Let me explain this again...
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Gaius B

Nowi: Oh, Gaius! Yoo-hoo!

Gaius: Hey there, kid. How's the dragon business treating- *Sniff* sniiiff*
Oh, sweet flaming onions... What's that horrific stink?

Nowi: I put some perfume on! I think it gives me more poise.

Gaius: How much did you use? My eyes are burning up...

Nowi: Well, the whole bottle, of course. What did you expect?

Gaius: Er... If I say you have lots and lots of poise now, will you go wash
that off? *cough*

Nowi: Really?! So I'm your type now? Being older and poised and everything?

Gaius: Um... sure. Absolutely and without hesitation. *hack, hack* *cough*

Nowi: Hee hee. Sounds like someone is in loooooove with me.

Gaius: Not likely.

Nowi: Rude! ...Also, why not?

Gaius: Look, I don't actually care about older women, all right? I just made
that up on the spot so you'd leave me alone.

Nowi: ...Oh. Fine then. No, that's fine. Let's start over, then. And this
time, give me a serious answer. If I match the answer, it means you're
totally in love with me and I win!

Gaius: Oh, for the love of... Fine. I like women who are broad minded and
tolerant of others. Which you aren't. So you lose.

Nowi: ...Broad-minded and taller than others? What's height got to do with
it?

Gaius: No, that's not what... Gods, this is like discussing literature with a
horse. Tolerant, Nowi. Tolerant. T-O-L-E-R-A-N-T. Someone who's kind, warm,
and willing to embrace different cultures and ideas.

Nowi: Oh, I get it. Hey, if I turn into a dragon, I can embrace you AND keep
you warm!

Gaius: Um... please don't? I like my bones to be solid and nonliquefied.

Nowi: Gods, you are SUCH a hard man to please... Just tell me what I can do,
okay? And use normal-person words!

Gaius: Ugh, I'm no good with kids. Even kids that are a thousand years old...

Nowi: Come on, Gaius! I'm waaaitiiiiiing...
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Gaius A

Nowi: So Gaius. Besides being seven feet tall, what else do you look for in a
woman? Come on, don't be shy. You can tell me! We're besties now, right?

Gaius: Listen, kid, how much longer are you going to follow me around? Wait a
second. I have an idea... Heh heh heh... Hey, Nowi. What would you say to a
deliciously sweet candied fig?

Nowi: Oooh, I LOVE sweets! Gimme!

Gaius: All right. I'll give you this one if you go stand waaaaaay over there.

Nowi: Okay!

Gaius: Great. So here's the fig... Now you go do what you promised. Go on,
off with you.

Nowi: Bye!

Gaius: Finally... Peace and quiet at last. I'll just setlle down here and-

Nowi: Hey, Gaius?

Gaius: Gya! What are you doing here, kid? You promised to stay away! ...Um,
what's this for?

Nowi: It's a flower! I picked it for you. You know? To say thanks! Hope you
like it, Gaius! See you around!

Gaius: Huh. Here I was about to chase her away with the flat of my sword...
And all she wanted to do was thank me and then run off again. ..... I'm going
to need more figs.
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Gaius S

Nowi: Thanks for the candied fig, Gaius. It was deeeeee-lish!

Gaius: I'm glad you liked it.

Nowi: Me too!

Gaius: Hey, did you ever find out who was voted most beautiful woman?

Nowi: Oh, that? Meh, I don't care.

Gaius: Huh? B-but you followed me around for weeks trying to find out! What
about all those absurd questions you peppered me with?

Nowi: Well, that's because I wanted to know what YOU liked in a woman.

Gaius: Why do you care so much, anyway?

Nowi: Well... you know. Because... I like you. And I want you to like me,
too!

Gaius: You... like me?

Nowi: Yeah! I mean, you pretend to be all grumpy all the time, but you're
actually very nice. I mean, look at all the candied figs you made for me!
You're always doing stuff like that. Slaving away on behalf of others.

Gaius: Er...

Nowi: I know I don't have a lot of poise, and I'm actually kind of short...
But I know if I try really hard, I'll eventually become the kind of woman you
like. So that's what I'm gonna do. Even if it takes a hundred years!

Gaius: Cripes. I'll be pushing up daisies by that point!

Nowi: Oh, no- you're right. I hadn't thought about that... *Sniff* Then... I
guess... I'll never be good enough... for you... I'll b-be alone and...
and... *sniff* Waaaaaaaaah!

Gaius: Hey, come on, stop the blubbering. Oh, gods, please stop... Listen,
Nowi. I know how you feel. And the thing is... I think I like you, too. I
can't believe it, but it's true.

Nowi: B-b-but... what about the poise stuff? And being tolerant? And mature?

Gaius: Sometimes things that seem important actually aren't. You know?

Nowi: Really? So does this mean... um... You want to get married?

Gaius: You know what? Sure. Why not? Let's get hitched and see what happens.

Nowi: Yay! Till death do us part! ...Well, until you die, anyway.
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A8. Gregor C

Nowi: Heya, gramps!

Gregor: "Gramps"? What is this "gramps"? If Gregor is "gramps," then little
girl is great-great-great-great-granny.

Nowi: So you know how old I am, huh? Weird. Most people can't stop talking
about how young I look.

Gregor: Is just, how you say, flatulence? No, wait. ...Flippery? ...Flatness?
..Gregor does not remember. Is that word when people say lies to make other
person feel better.

Nowi: No idea what you're talking about. Anyway, I have something to ask you.

Gregor: If you want borrow money, answer is no. Gregor is poor like beggar.

Nowi: Yes, I know that. That's why I want to give you something.

Gregor: You give Gregor shiny gold coin?

Nowi: No, Chrom doesn't let me have money. I always end up losing it.

Gregor: Agreed. Gregor too is sooner trusting senile squirrel with life
savings!

Nowi: Hey, for your information, I happen to be quite smart! I just don't
care about money, is all. Us manaketes don't use it much.

Gregor: Ah, is very good. Money is root of evil. So then, what you give
Gregor?

Nowi: I knitted you a big, wooly sweater! See? It's got shoulder pads built
in!

Gregor: ...Now this looks like "gramps" clothing. Also, Gregor is no good in
sweater. Is too hot, yes?

Nowi: Yeah, but this one is really light. It really breathes! I lined it with
manakete scales.

Gregor: Scale of manakete? Gregor is stunned. How are you finding such
priceless artifacts?

Nowi: See? I thought you'd be impressed. I just had some lying around, so
don't worry about it.

Gregor: Then Gregor accepts wonderful gift, with much gratitude!

Nowi: Hee hee! Glad you like it.
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Gregor B

Gregor: Nowi, you have time, yes? We can speak?

Nowi: What's up, Gregs?

Gregor: Gregor's name is Gregor! ...But at least you are not calling him
gramps.

Nowi: Alll right, so? What is it?

Gregor: You remember sweater you give to Gregor? Is very fine sweater. Best
ever! Is helping to deflect dangerous blows in last battle. Gives Gregor
peace of mind.

Nowi: Oh, goody! I'm glad you like it.

Gregor: Gregor is... not exactly say he is liking it.

Nowi: No? I kind of think you were.

Gregor: When Nowi makes sweater, how many scales is she using?

Nowi: Oh, I don't know. A few?

Gregor: Gregor not knowing this "few." Meaning is more than two, yes?

Nowi: Um, yeah. Definitely more than two.

Gregor: Now Gregor knows where you get scales. They come from Nowi's own
body. But this must be hurting terribly, yes? And missing scales means no
armor for you. Gregor grateful you make sacrifice for him, but is very
foolhardy!

Nowi: But I just wanted to-

Gregor: Since you lose armor, we make new rule: you stay close to Gregor in
battles.

Nowi: I think I can handle that!
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Gregor A

Gregor: Nowi, in past days, you and Gregor are fighting many times side by
side.

Nowi: I know, it's so fun! I'm doing my very best to protect you.

Gregor: No, is backward! Gregor protecting you! ...Ah, but never minding now.
When allies fight together, bonds grow strong and become more powerful, yes?
So Gregor thinks we should train together, becoming unbeatable force!

Nowi: What? Now? 'Cause, see, I kinda promised to eat with Chrom and some
friends. And I thought you might want to come along? Pleeease?

Gregor: First we do training, then maybe we can do visiting friends. You know
saying?" Youth must work like dog to make future better!"

Nowi: ...Actually, I've never heard that one. Besides, I'm hardly a youth.
You know that.

Gregor: Ah, yes. Gregor is sometimes forgetting you are old crone. Okay then,
meddling Gregor will leave Nowi alone to her fun...

Nowi: Gregor, wait! Don't be upset.

Gregor: No! Gregor is old fool who is only thinking about self. Gregor tries
to help you be stronger, but already you are smarter than Gregor.

Nowi: Oh, Gregor... You know, now that I think about it, I do want that
special training!

Gregor: Oy, this is worse! You agree just to make old man not be feeling like
sad sack!

Nowi: No! Look, you spend all this time worrying about me, so I should listen
to your advice. I'm really grateful for the offer, okay? Honest! So let's
train together.

Gregor: ...Nowi not pitying Gregor, yes? You swear on mother's grave?

Nowi: Really, I can't wait to train! It's such a great idea!

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Gregor S

Gregor: Bond-building training is complete! Now we are like unbeatable team!

Nowi: So now we can relax and have some fun, right?

Gregor: Ah. You are remembering that?

Nowi: Don't tell me you're going to back out! You promised!

Gregor: Gregor remembers. Is man of his word, yes?

Nowi: Good! Then let's go play!

Gregor: Before the romping and the frolocking, Gregor has gift to bestow...

Nowi: Oh, what a beautiful ring!

Gregor: Ring is symbol of solemn vow. Gregor is wishing to spend life with
Nowi. Er, you will... accept?

Nowi: You mean we can play and hang out every day from now on? Gimme!

Gregor: No, no. Not play. Gregor is mangling language once more. Ring is
sacred vow, yes? I meaning that we-

Nowi: Oh, silly Gregor. Of course I know what it means. I'm 1,000 years old,
remember? You love me and want to get married, right? So just come out and
say it.

Gregor: But... is difficult. Gregor is... very shy man.

Nowi: So are you sure you love me? Because, if you don't-

Gregor: No, no! Gregor's heart is true! He seeks solemn bond as man and wife!
Okay, then! Gregor proves this to you! *cough* *ahem* ...Gregor love you,
Nowi.

Nowi: That wasn't so hard, now was it? And I accept! But you have to promise
to live as long as you can, okay?

Gregor: Ho ho! Gregor will be doing his best!
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A8. Libra C

Nowi: Libra, give me a piggyback ride!

Libra: Ah! Careful there, Nowi! I didn't see you coming.

Nowi: Hey, what's this scar, Libra? Here on the back of your neck?

Libra: Don't touch it!

Nowi: Eep! S-sorry! Does it hurt?

Libra: N-no, it doesn't hurt. Not there, anyway. The wound is long healed...

Nowi: So why aren't I allowed to touch it?

Libra: Because it might reopen a deeper wound that yet causes me pain.

Nowi: Like... inside your neck?

Libra: I'm speaking of a wound of the heart.

Nowi: Ooooooooh! I get it! ...Wait, so your heart hurts? Why?

Libra: When I was a child, I was raised far from the home of my parents.
..In truth, I was abandoned by them.

Nowi: Oh no, that's terrible! Why would your mother and father do that?

Libra: Perhaps they hated me. Perhaps they had a better reason. I do not
know. When they left me at that place, I began to howl most piteously. I
clung to my mother so desperately I had to be forced off... Which is when I
sustained the scar you see now.

Nowi: *Sniff* That is so sad!

Libra: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. And it's long in the past now.

Nowi: Well, I don't care! I'm going to make you feel better!

Libra: How will you do that?

Nowi: Just like a cramp --- I'm going to rub your heart until the pain goes
away!
So, er... Where do you humans keep your hearts, anyway?

Libra: I've spent years avoiding what lies within mine... I'm not entirely
sure if I could find it again if I tried.

Nowi: Okay, fine. Then I'll help. We'll find out where your heart is hiding
and get rid of the pain together!
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Libra B

Nowi: How about here?

Libra: Hee hee! S-stop it! M-my backbone is very... t-t-ticklish!

Nowi: Dang! This is harder than I thought... How about here? Is this your
heart?

Libra: Ah ha ha! Now you're... t-tickling my ear!

Nowi: How about here?

Libra: Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha! N-not my s-sides! P-please!

Nowi: Libra, we won't get anywhere if you don't start taking this seriously!

Libra: Hooo... I-I'm trying, Nowi. I just had no idea that I was so ticklish.

Nowi: I'm just touching you! I'm hardly even moving my fingers!

Libra: I suppose it's because I'm not used to it. I've spent so much of my
life trying to avoid simple human contact. Now the slightest touch makes my
nervous system go into convulsions.

Nowi: But why do you avoid touching people? Don't you like hugs even?

Libra: I suppose it's because I lost the ability to trust people and so...
feared them instead.

Nowi: Hmm. I can understand that. I mean, I was afraid of humans, too.

Libra: But you aren't anymore?

Nowi: Nope! Well, maybe a little bit. But not as much as before. I mean, I
know there's lots of scary humans around, but there're lots of nice ones,
too.

Libra: I envy you. Fear still holds me in its grip, no matter how I try to
overcome it.

Nowi: Why don't I help you? For a start, I could introduce you to the nice
people in camp.

Libra: Well, I suppose I'm willing to try if you are...
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Libra A

Libra: Er, Nowi!? How much longer are we going to traipse through the camp?

Nowi: There are still loads and loads of nice people you haven't met yet!

Libra: Yes, but I'm worried we might be making a nuisance of ourselves.

Nowi: Don't be silly! People love it when you visit their tents unannounced!

Libra: I wonder.

Nowi: Trust me! Plus, the faster we find that heart of yours, the faster
you'll make friends.

Libra: Yes, that would be wonderful. If it were to truly happen...

Nowi: Okay, where next? ...Oh, right! We haven't visited the storehouse yet.

Libra: The storehouse?

Nowi: Yeah, it's almost supper time. People'll be running in and out fetching
ingredients.

Libra: You are much more familiar with the goings-on of the camp than I
imagined.

Nowi: You didn't know stuff like that?

Libra: I'm afraid I've never paid much mind to how our meals are made.

Nowi: So you just slurp up your rations without a single thought for the folk
in the kitchens?

Libra: To my shame, yes. I'm very selfish, aren't I? *Sigh* It appears I have
a great deal more to learn from you than I realized!

Nowi: From me, of all people? Gosh.

Libra: Yes, you are quite remarkable. I'm lucky to have you as my teacher!

Nowi: Hee hee! I liked being remarkable!
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Libra S

Nowi: Phew! I'm exhausted, Libra.

Libra: Me, too. I had no idea it would take so long to meet everyone in camp.

Nowi: I told you there were a lot of nice people!

Libra: I'm ashamed I never realized it before. Thank you, Nowi.

Nowi: Hee hee! I'm just glad you met everyone and liked them all! So, how
about it? Have you found your heart yet?

Libra: I'm not sure...

Nowi: Will it still hurt if I touch your scar?

Libra: ...I honestly don't know. Would you... care to try?

Nowi: Sure. Here goes...

Libra: ......

Nowi: Well?

Libra: It's... slightly ticklish.

Nowi: But it doesn't hurt anywhere?

Libra: ...No. In fact, quite the opposite. It's like a... warm and tender
feeling.

Nowi: Where are you feeling it?

Libra: Right here... in my chest.

Nowi: The same place it used to hurt?

Libra: Yes... Yes, exactly!

Nowi: Well, then. I think we've found your heart!

Libra: How remarkable.

Nowi: Are you glad?

Libra: Of course. I'm... overjoyed.

Nowi: Hehe. That's good! 'Cause when your happy, I'm happy, too.

Libra: Nowi, what would you say to us spending even more time together?

Nowi: I'd say that would be amazingly awesome, that's what! I was going to
ask you the same thing since the last few weeks have been such fun.

Libra: In that case, perhaps you would do me an even greater honor? I'd like
to give you this ring as proof of my love for you.

Nowi: Oh, Libra... You mean, like... as your wife?

Libra: Yes. I do believe that's exactly what I mean.

Nowi: Of course I will! This is the happiest day of my life!

Libra: If this fluttering in my chest is any indication, then it mine, too,
Nowi.
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A8. Henry C

Nowi: Whew! I've been playing all and I'm pooped! What cute little kids!

Henry: I've seen them around. They're from one of the villages near the camp.
But what do you mean, "cute little kids"? Aren't you a kid, too?

Nowi: No! I'm an adult woman who's more than a thousand years older than you!

Henry: Oh, right! Nya ha ha! Sorry, short stuff!

Nowi: H-hey! Do you always speak to your elders like that?

Henry: Nope! Just you. After all, how many "elders" do you know who play
hide-and-seek as much as you?

Nowi: What's wrong with hide-and-seek? It's fun! ... In fact, you should join
us next time.

Henry: Okay!

Nowi: Wait, really? Oh, that's so exciting! I've asked just about everyone in
camp, but they always turn me down.

Henry: It's 'cause you're always so full of energy, "One more time, one more
time, pleeease!" Most people just can't keep up with that kind of raw
enthusiasm!

Nowi: I know, right? It's so annoying how quickly some people tire out. I
mean, ten hours? Come on! That's like a warm-up! Do you know I haven't found
a single playmate since I joined this dump army? ...Until now, that is! Hee
hee! We're going to play game from dawn to dusk!

Henry: I know how you feel! Ya know, I don't tell many people this, but I was
kind of abandoned when I was young. My family ignored me completely, and I
didn't have any playmates. But it was find, because I leaned to amuse myself!
Oh, and make friends with animals.

Nowi: Then we're exactly that same! But now we have each other, right?

Henry: Nya ha ha! You know it!
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Henry B

Henry: Jeepers! I don't think I've ever seen a gaggle of children run away so
fast!

Nowi: ...I think I goofed up.

Henry: Well, yeah! How did you think they'd react to a dragon appearing in
their midst?

Nowi: I just wated to give them a ride on my back! I mean, everyone likes
flying, right? *Sigh* They were absolutely terrified, huh? I suppose they
won't play with us again.

Henry: Yeb! They're probably quivering in fear under their beds and crying
like babies. But no worries! There'll be more victim-er, that is, village
kids-at our next camp.

Nowi: Kids are stupid! Why didn't they see it was just me in dragon form? And
doesn't everyone want to play with a dragon? I mean, come on... Flying in the
sky... Exchanging fire breath... Listening to my bloodcurdling roars...

Henry: If they exchanged fire breath with you, they'd end up as little clumps
of charcoal.

Nowi: *Sigh* I wish I had some manakete friends. That would be more fun.

Henry: Well, I can't promise anything, but I might be able to conjure one for
you.

Nowi: You could?

Henry: Sure! I'll need to make some preparations first, though,. Might take
some time.

Nowi: Oh, that's fine! Everyone knows I'm the best at being patient!
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Henry A

Henry: Ta-daaah! What do you think?

Nowi: Wow! It's a dragon!

Henry: Pretty little thing, isn't she? Now you'll have someone to breathe
fire with!

Nowi: I-is she a manakete like me? Where in the world did you find her?!
Hello, dragon. My name is Nowi! It's super nice to meet- Huh? My hand just..
went right through her like she wasn't there...

Henry: Right. You can't actually thouh her. My magic is good, but not THAT
good!

Nowi: You mean...she's an illusion?

Henry: Yep! So, what do you think? Do you like her?

Nowi: No! She's stupid!

Henry: Hey! I spent a lot of time and effort on this, you know!

Nowi: I want a real friend! Someone I can laugh with and talk with and cry
with! I'm going to look super dumb exchanging jokes with a mute astral
projection!

Henry: Aw, nuts. I thought you'd really love her.

Nowi: I know you're just trying to help, Henry, but this isn't going to work.

Henry: No problem! I'll come up with a better idea, that's all. Easy peasy.
And as soon as I do, you'll be that first to know!

Nowi: Aw, you're such a good friend, Henry. Thank you!

Henry: Nya ha ha! No sweat!
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Henry S

Henry: Hey, Nowi. I've finally conjured up a plan that'll solve your problem.

Nowi: You mean about find me a manakete friend?

Henry: Yep. And unlike the hologram, this will be a real live, talking,
laughing dragon. The only catch is it's going to take time. ...Lots and lots
of time.

Nowi: Aw, I don't care. Didn't I tell you I'm really good at being patient?

Henry: Okay. So first of all, you have to accept this.

Nowi: It's a ring..? What's this for?

Henry: Because you and I are going to get married! Chrom did that and ended
up with that cute little daughter. So my plan is, we'll get married and have
a bunch of children. They're going to be part manakete, what with you being
the mum and all. And then once they grow up, BAM! Manakete playmates for
life!

Nowi: Gosh, Henry! That's ingenious! Why didn't I think of that? Hee hee! So
I suppose this means we're going to be husband and wife?

Henry: Sure does! A lifetime of fun and games, coming right up!
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Tharja!

A9. Frederick C

Frederick: This exercise really works the stomach muscles. Ready? Just 300
this time! 299... 298... 297...

Avatar: Going... to... die...

Tharja: That's some dedication, Avatar.

Frederick: That's enough for today. Remember to hydrate and eat your
hardtack. Diiiis-MISSED!
(Avatar leaves)

Tharja: What a taskmaster. I thought he'd never finish. Look at Avatar with
those fools... I hope they realize he/she belongs to me. I suppose I could
curse them all. ...Gods, that would take forever. It would be easier to just
curse Avatar. A stink spell, perhaps? If he/she caused people to pass out and
retch, I'd have him/her all to myself! ...Except that he/she would smell like
an outhouse. Hmm... Maybe a different plan...

Frederick: Come at last, eh, Tharja? I fear you missed the session.

Tharja: Oh. ...Darn.

Frederick: We did look for you, but it's important that we keep to schedule.
In the end, I had to start Frederick's Fanatical Fitness Hour without you.
But seeing as you're here, I suppose I can work in a private session.

Tharja: Um... Actually, that's not... Oh dear gods...

Frederick: Next up, biceps! I should warn you, this may burn a little. Aaand
ONE! Aaaaaand TWO! AAAAAAND THREE!

Tharja: *Pant, pant* Wh-what's...happening to me... Vision... fading...
Blackness... everywhere...

Frederick: ...I say, Tharja. You appear to be unwell. Let's pick this up
again tomorrow. Get a night's rest and eat some beans.

Tharja: *Huff, huff* T-tomorrow... You're.. joking... Why... want...*huff*
torture me...?

Frederick: A sound body leads to a sound mind. You're just a little out of
shape is all. See you tomorrow at dawn.

Tharja: ...I'm... a dark mage... *huff* Don't need biceps... the size... of
beer barrels...
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Frederick B

Frederick: Tharja! A word, if you please?

Tharja: I don't, actually.

Frederick: Why did you not keep our appointment at the training ground?

Tharja: We had an appointment?

Frederick: Don't play the fool with me! *sniff* I waited the entire day and
most of the evening hoping you would show! That training ground is chilly at
night, and I seem to have caught a cold. *sniff*

Tharja: Oh? I thought you'd be far too healthy to catch a cold.

Frederick: Erm, well...

Tharja: Tsk, don't feel bad. Cursed colds are harder on everyone.

Frederick: What?! You deliberately gave me a cold?!

Tharja: Hee. You seem angry.

Frederick: A-angry? OF COURSE I'm angry!

Tharja: Well, you should be. I'm very wicked. If I were you, I'd avoid me
completely.

Frederick: You know why you did this, don't you? Weak physical conditioning!
Your unsound body has resulted in a most unsound mind!

Tharja: I don't like where this is going...

Frederick: AAAAAACHOOOOOOOOO! ...Ah, better. My cold has gone.
I'm so fit, one good sneeze gets rid of all my symptoms.

Tharja: Er, that makes no sense.

Frederick: Now that I am recovered, we shall continue your training. Here,
tomorrow. At dawn. And this time, you WILL come. Do I make myself clear?

Tharja: Yes, we'll see about that. Hmm... I lied about the curse, but even
so, how did he shake a cold so quickly? Heh... Maybe next time I WILL case a
hex...
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Frederick A

Frederick: Ah, Tharja. I've been waiting for you. Finally ready to build a
healthy body?

Tharja: No. The reason I'm here... Is to check THIS!

Frederick: Argh! Wh-what are you doi... OUCH! Unhand me, woman!

Tharja: There! I knew it. You suffered a deep wound in the last battle.

Frederick: I didn't think anyone saw that...

Tharja: It happened because I cursed you.

Frederick: What?! We are allies! Why do you insist on plaguing me with dark
magic?!

Tharja: It wasn't supposed to be harmful. It only made me invisible to you.
It was the only way I could think of to avoid your insane training. But
somehow, you still sensed that I was in danger and shielded me from the blow.
Even though you were cursed. Even though there was no way you should have
seen me!

Frederick: Ah. This explains a great deal. I was unable to shake the
persistent feeling that you were somewhere nearby. I feared I was losing my
mind, to tell the truth.

Tharja: You can tell Chrom if you want. He'll probably want to hang me by my
thumbs or... something.

Frederick: The Shepherds do not engage in torture! Especially not with our
stalwart comrades. In any case, it was not your fault. I should never have
exposed myself to the hex. My guard slipped. The responsibility is mine.

Tharja: Gods, but you are a trusting fool. Is there any sin you won't
forgive?

Frederick: You will not mind if I take that as a compliment?

Tharja: Take it however you want. Now let me take a look at that wound.
*Grumble* For someone who cares so much about health...

Frederick: Tharja, do I detect a note of affection in your voice?

Tharja: I'm only looking after you because Avatar likes you.

Frederick: Ah. Then I'd best recover soon... For her sake, of course, heh.
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Frederick S

Tharja: Has your wound healed?

Frederick: Good as new, thanks to you.

Tharja: Well then... ...... ...Yes?

Frederick: Yes, what?

Tharja: You're fully cured. No need to see me anymore. So why are you still
here?

Frederick: I wanted to make absolutely certain that you'll come to the next
training session.

Tharja: I've promised you five times already! Surely that's enough. Look,
what do you really want? If you're not going to leave, I will.

Frederick: N-no, please! Wait! I had something else to ask!

Tharja: *Sigh* What is it?

Frederick: You didn't cast another curse on me recently, did you?

Tharja: Why?

Frederick: Because lately, a powerful... emotion has taken root in my heart.
That wouldn't be the result of some evil hex, now would it?

Tharja: Not from me.

Frederick: In that case, the passion I'm feeling must come from within. Which
makes this the perfect time to present this...

Tharja: This better not be a cursed ring.

Frederick: How can a love so powerful ever be called a curse?

Tharja: Love...? Wait, are you proposing?!

Frederick: Indeed I am.

Tharja: ...Are you mad?!

Frederick: If I were a poet, I could use sweet words to explain how my love
came to be... But alas, I am not. I can only tell you what I know in my
heart. I love you, Tharja. I want you at my side for all of my days.

Tharja: That's... really sweet, actually.

Frederick: Then will you accept my ring?

Tharja: On one condition...

Frederick: Name it!

Tharja: We do the life's journey without the exercises. I don't care about a
sound body, and I don't WANT a sound mind. Mages need to stay a little crazy,
or we lose our edge...

Frederick: Agreed. No more exercising for you, and no more curses for me!

Tharja: ...... ...*Sigh* Oh, fine.
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A9. Virion C

Tharja: ......

Virion: ......

Tharja: Oh, how nice. I was just going to ask for a volunteer from the
audience.
Tit for tat... become a CAT!

Virion: Meow!

Tharja: Oh my. That was fast. Let's try another one, shall we? Jeepers
creepers... Close those PEEPERS!

Virion: Zzzzzzzzzz...

Tharja: THIS guy's a walking curse magnet. I've never seen anything like it.

Virion: *Snore* You are... so beautiful... *snort* Please... marry me..
Zzzzz...

Tharja: Oh, that's quite enough of that. Spiders and flies... Open your EYES!

Virion: Whu--? Huh?! What?! Where am I?!Oh, alas! It was but a vivid dream.
I've never slept so soundly in my life. Such a pity I awoke at that moment.
She was on the verge of saying yes. We would have exchanged sweet nothings,
and then, under the light of the moon--

Tharja: *Ahem*

Virion: Ah, greetings! ...Tharja, I believe? How may I be of service this
fine day?

Tharja: Service, eh? That's not a bad idea at all. Oh, you're going to be
perfect.

Virion: Aha ha ha! Oh, my good lady, you flatter me! Though I must admit,
you're not the first woman to tell me such a thing. However, you ARE the most
lovely! Perhaps I'm still dreaming, mmm?

Tharja: Enough chatter. You've got chores to do. Sputter and spidge... Build
me a BRIDGE!

Virion: As you command, milady! Virion, AWAY!

Tharja: Oh, I'm going to like him a LOT. Eee hee hee!
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Virion B

Tharja: Dasher and derricks... Remodel the barracks!

Virion: As you wish, milady! Virion, AWAY!
(Time passes)

Tharja: Flower and beast... Cook the whole camp a feast!

Virion: It shall be done, milady! Virion, AWAY!
(Time passes)

Tharja: Hmm... What should I make him do next?

Virion: I shall do anything you ask.

Tharja: Did you say something?

Virion: I said, "I shall do anything you ask." You don't even have to rhyme.

Tharja: ...Wait. Have you been awake this whole time?

Virion: Of course.

Tharja: That's impossible. A victim of a curse enters a tance state with no
memory or awareness of his actions.

Virion: A curse? Is that what you're trying to do? Tsk! You should have told
me before. Those little hex doodads never work on me.

Tharja: But you've been doing everything I demand without hesitation! Are you
playing me for a fool? Because that would make me... angry.

Virion: Not at all! I simply find it impossible to say no to a beautiful
woman.

Tharja: What if I told you to... Oh, I don't know. Pluck out your own eye? Or
sacrifice your life?

Virion: If necessary, I would do either one without hesitation. Ooh! Then I
could wear a fine diamond eye patch.

Tharja: If necessary?! What does that mean? You're evading the question. Or
you're lying.

Virion: I never tell a falsehood to a lady, even in jest. In time, you will
come to see the sincerity of gallant Virion's heart.

Tharja: Hmph...
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Virion A

Tharja: You are a fool.

Virion: An unfair accusation, on its face. But it does harbor a grain of
truth. When in the presence of a lady so fine, it ill behooves me to appear
so slovenly.

Tharja: I'm not talking about your wardrobe! I'm talking about what you did.

Virion: Perhaps if milady were to tell me what I did, I might better explain
why I did it.

Tharja: In our last battle, you threw yourself in the front of a blow that
was meant for me.

Virion: Don't you remember our talk?

Tharja: When you said you would give up your life if it were... necessary?

Virion: Exactly! Well, there was also a bit about eyeball plucking, but
that's beside the point.

Tharja: You are immune to my curse, which means you chose to take the blow in
my place. What I fail to understand is why.

Virion: Once, in the not-too-distant past, I was responsible for the lives of
many people. Yet when that dastard Walhart attacked, I was unable to fulfill
my solemn duty. We were overrun, and those who had placed their trust in me
were... cut down. In response, I swore to devote my life to the service of
others. The dead are gone, but if I save others in their name, they will not
have died in vain. It is... the proper thing to do.

Tharja: That makes no sense.

Virion: Plainspoken and blunt, as always. I do like that in a woman!

Tharja: You are... Hmm... How do I put this?

Virion: A gentleman of impeccable manners? A dashing rogue of countenance
fair?

Tharja: An idiot who bleeds on my behalf. I hate it when people bleed for me.
I'd rather they bleed BECAUSE of me.

Virion: Are you SURE you didn't mean to say the dashing rogue one? Because I
think-

Tharja: Enough of your japes! Now be quiet while I tend to those wounds.
Otherwise, I might be tempted to stitch your mouth shut while I'm at it.
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Virion S

Virion: Sweet Tharja. I wanted to thank you for your gentle nursing the other
day. In gratitude, I brought you a small token of my goodwill. I wonder if
you would do me the honor of accepting it?

Tharja: This is a ring. ...A fancy ring. I smell a rat.

Virion: No rats, my sweet! Only common sense. If I am ready to give my life
for you, I must be at your side night and day. Otherwise, I might miss my
chance were it to come.

Tharja: So. If someone else asked you to give your life for theirs, would you
do it? Is your kind offer open to strangers and village idiots alike, or am I
a special case?

Virion: I have found myself pondering that question of late. But no, Tharja.
I will sacrifice myself for no one save you.

Tharja: Why?

Virion: When love blossoms in a man's heart, must he explian himself? But if
you were to press me, I would say I have fallen for your gentle kindness.

Tharja: You must be thinking of someone else.

Virion: Oh? The bridge you had me build was so children could cross the
stream in safety. The barrack repairs kept the soldiers dry, and my feast
filled their rumbling bellies. You could have used me in any way possible,
and yet you chose to benefit others. What is that, if not kindness? I would
be honored to give my life in service of such an extraordinary woman!

Tharja: I don't want you to exchange your life for mine.

Virion: You would deny me the inestimable honor?

Tharja: Don't worry. I have a different plan for you. I want you to live,
Virion. So promise me.

Virion: B-but that is no proper oath for a gallant warrior such as I!

Tharja: Nevertheless, it is what I desire. And if you want to marry me,
you'll do it.

Virion: ...So be it. As milady commands, I pledge to defend your life. But I
also swear to never risk my own life in service of this task! ...Good
heavens. These are the strangest wedding vows ever!
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A9. Stahl C

Stahl: Hey there, Tharja. Catch!

Tharja: ...A fig? And what do you want me to do with this?

Stahl: Just thought you might be hungry. You barely touched your lunch, and
you're pretty scrawny, yeah? Figured a nice juicy fig might hit the spot.

Tharja: You were spying on me in the mess tent?

Stahl: Well, I'd hardly call it "spying"... I mean, it's a public place,
right? Anyway, I just noticed you were pushing beans around with a fork.

Tharja: Oh. Well, all right then. Very thoughtful of you.

Stahl: I actually have a whole bag. I could leave 'em right here if you-

Tharja: One is enough.

Stahl: Right. Got it. Well, I guess I'd better, um... Yeah. Just let me know
if I can do anything else for you, all right?

Tharja: I am suspicious of this unbidden kindness.

Stahl: Sorry, what was that?

Tharja: Nothing, nothing... ..... You know, in my home, it is customary for
new friends to exchange locks of hair. Perhaps you would give me a strand or
two from your head.

Stahl: Huh? Oh, well, sure, I guess. I mean, if it's a custom...

Tharja: Thank you. You have been most helpful... Eee hee hee...
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Stahl B

Stahl: Hey, Tharja. You have a moment? I was wondering about that hair-custom
thing. See, because I've been asking around, and no one else has ever heard
of it.

Tharja: You mean that nonsense about friends exchanging bits of hair?

Stahl: Er, nonsense?

Tharja: Hee! I'm a dark mage. You know what people like me do with locks of
hair, right?

Stahl: Hey, wait a second... Y-you're not gonna put a hex on me?

Tharja: Oh, don't look so put out about it. It's really a tiny little thing.
It just forces you to speak the truth to me... Or else die in a horribly
painful manner.

Stahl: What?! But that's so... mean.

Tharja: Now, speak! Why are you so kind to me? Answer with truth, or else!

Stahl: *Gulp* I was... I mean, I was just kind of... um... concerned.

Tharja: You thought I might be a Plegian spy? Yes, I figured as much. But you
should know I never liked that dastard Gangrel. What kind of king would
sacrifice his realm to suit his own twisted goals? It's a travesty he ever
took the throne.

Stahl: No, that's no what-

Tharja: I have been loyal to Chrom from the very beginning. Not that I
imagine any of you sad sacks will believe me.

Stahl: That's not what I meant when I said I was concerned, Tharja?

Tharja: Oh, this should be interesting. So what exactly did you mean?

Stahl: Look, you always seem to be sitting off on your own without any
friends. I thought you might be lonely. That's all.

Tharja: If I wanted friends, I would conjure them forth from the black abyss!

Stahl: Rrr... right. Got it. I'll just be... walking... over here now.

Tharja: Oh, stop. You don't have to go. I'm just surprise that you are what
you claim to be. That's all.
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Stahl A

Stahl: Hey, Tharja. Whatcha doing with that big crystal orb?

Tharja: Divination.

Stahl: Soooo, is that some kind of hex or what?

Tharja: Divination is the art of seeing into the future. Right now I'm trying
to see who is going to win our next battle.

Stahl: N-no! Don't do that!

Tharja: ...Come again?

Stahl: If you see victory for us, we might get complacent and lose. And if
you see defeat, we'll give up before we've even tried. Don't you see? No good
can come of what you're doing.

Tharja: I suppose that's one way to look at it. I thought that's one way to
look at it. I thought you'd be more confident.

Stahl: Oh, no. I go into every battle expecting to get my lunch handed to me.

Tharja: How inspiring.

Stahl: But don't worry! You're my special friend! I'll die before I let
anything happen to you!

Tharja: ...What?

Stahl: Oh gods. Did I really just say "special friend"? I meant "stalwart
ally." That's it! That's all.

Tharja: That's weird.

Stahl: Ugh... Well, you're the one who put that stupid truth spell on me. I
can't help it if everything I say comes out in shades of pink.

Tharja: Hmm. I'd forgotten about that.

Stahl: Still, it's funny. Having to speak the truth is almost... relaxing, in
a way.

Tharja: That's the first time one of my vicitms has thanked me. ..... Still,
if you are so eager to be friends, perhaps it wouldn't be so terrible.

Stahl: Really? You mean it? My heart bounds like a thousand fluffy kittens!
.... Uh, do you think you could remove this hex now?
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Stahl S

Stahl: Ha! Hya! Eeeya! ...Nope. Still not right.

Tharja: You'll get it eventually.

Stahl: Yeah, but when? I need to hone my skills if I want to serve Chrom and
the others. Plus you'll never like me if I don't get strong and powerful.

Tharja: ...Like you?

Stahl: I mean you're always strong and tough and scary, right? Well, I'm not.
I'm just some guy who floats through life on a breeze. So if I don't get
stronger, I'm never... you know. Gonna have a chance?

Tharja: Bashing a pratice dummy to smithereens will not improve my opinion of
you.

Stahl: Yeah, but it couldn't hurt, right?

Tharja: You're missing the point. Your modesty and filghtiness ARE your
strengths. They are also... oddly charming.

Stahl: Wait, really? They are?

Tharja: Yes, I suppose. Though gods help me if I understand why.

Stahl: Oh, Tharja! Marry me!

Tharja: Is this some kind of joke?

Stahl: I love you! I hunger for you with the passion of ten thousand dying
suns! I can't breath around you. I.... *wheeze* *gasp* Look, I even went out
and got a ring and everything. ...Please?

Tharja: For someone so mild mannered, you can be quite forceful... Very well.
I accept.

Stahl: Really?! WOO! Tharja, this is the best day of my entire life! And you
know that's true because I'd die a horrible death if I lied to you.

Tharja: Actually, I removed that curse some time ago.

Stahl: You removed... Wait, what?!

Tharja: Oh, yes. You had the power to hold your tongue all along.

Stahl: Really? ...REALLY really? ..... I think all the kittens in my heart
just died of shame...
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A9. Vaike C

Avatar: Hello, Tharja.

Tharja: Oh. Avatar! *siiiiiigh*

Vaike: HEEEEEEY, THARJA! Whatcha up to, sister?!

Tharja: Nothing you'd be concerned with. ...Or understand.

Vaike: Hah! That's where you're wrong. When some creepy mage is followin' a
friend around, Teach MAKES it his concern!

Tharja: I'm not going to hurt Avatar. I just find him/her fascinating. You on
the other hand...

Vaike: Hey, that Avatar's a handsome lad/lass, and no denyin'. Soft, silky
hair... Strong, bulging-

Tharja: Gods, you men are all the same. Completely obsessed with appearences.
My attraction to Avatar is something I experience on a higher plane. It's a
meeting of the minds.

Vaike: Well, maybe you and me could meet minds! Folks say the Vaike is pretty
spiritual.

Tharja: You'd need to have a mind before I could consider meeting it.

Vaike: Aw, come on! Gimme a chance! I'm all about meetin' stuff!

Tharja: I'd have a better chance conversing with a donkey. ...Now go away
before I decide to stab you.
(Tharja leaves)

Vaike: Monkey dung! What's that Avatar chump got that I don't? Well, I'm
gonna find out, or my name ain't the one and only Vaike!
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Vaike B

Tharja: It was so very nice to see Avatar today. Hee. I think I'll just sit
here for a bit and bask in the glow of-

Vaike: HEY-OOOOOO, THARJA!

Tharja: ...Or perhaps I'll end my day by killing a man. What do you want, you
great sack of suet? Are you spying on me again?

Vaike: Nope! Well, I mean, I WAS for a while, but I trust ya now. I had to
make sure ya weren't up to any witchy business with my pal, Avatar.

Tharja: If I catch you spying on me again, I'll turn you into a toad.

Vaike: Hey now! Ain't no need for those kinda threats!

Tharja: I don't make threats. I make promises. Besides, isn't that what you
want?

Vaike: Turnin' into a toad? Are ya batty?

Tharja: Nothing is more intimate than having a hex cast upon you. The spell
creates a bond between the mage and victim- a resonance of souls. You WERE
eager to connect with me on this level, were you not? And besides, being a
toad might increase your intellectual capacity.

Vaike: Sweet, crispy goat haunch! I barely understand a thing you say! But
ol' Teach thinks bein' soul mate to a fine gal like you would be preeetty
sweet.

Tharja: I'd have better luck being a soul mate with the gunk beneath your
fingernails.

Vaike: Waaait. Are you implin' I'm stupid? 'Cause if you are, you're WRONG!

Tharja: Evidence suggests otherwise.

Vaike: Oh, he does, does he?! Well, I'm gonna find this Evidence fella and
give him what for!
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Vaike A

Vaike: Oh ho! Now THIS is a surprise.

Tharja: Shouldn't you be off eating dinner with the others? I hear they're
having lamb. You can throw the bones on the ground and everything.

Vaike: Yeah, well, shouldn't YOU be havin' dinner, too?! Whatcha doin' here
all alone?

Tharja: Nothing that concerns you.

Vaike: Look, you can't brush me off that easily. Teach knows why you're here.
Yer thinkin' about the battle today, yeah? And about some folks got hurt?
Don't go blamin' yerself for that, now. You did all ya could.

Tharja: ...I should have done more.

Vaike: Look, you're a creepy lady and all, but ya still shouldn't be so
focused on the dead. I mean, there's plenty of livin' around here still,
right? So why not focus on them? Here, I brought ya figs and part of a pie.
Thought ya could use a meal.

Tharja: You planned this!

Vaike: ...Huh?

Tharja: You didn't just pass here by accident. You knew I was upset and
followed me!

Vaike: Look, if ya keep askin' questions, this pie's gonna get cold.

Tharja: ...Perhaps I stand corrected.

Vaike: About what?

Tharja: I thought you lacked the ability to understand my mind. I may have
been wrong.

Vaike: Didja say that? I totally forgot. Now dig in!
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Vaike S

Tharja: One bat wing... A dash of pig tail... And then...

Vaike: I hope that ain't dinner yer makin'! Bwa ha ha ha ha! ...Er, no,
seriously. Whatcha up to?

Tharja: I'm brewing a potion for a spell.

Vaike: Har! What is it? Fireballs? The Vaike loves fireballs!

Tharja: I'd rather not say.

Vaike: Why not? Ya gonna cast it on me? Bwa ha ha ha!

Tharja: .....

Vaike: Hey, wait! Ya ARE gonna cast it on me?! N-now look, sister! Ol' Teach
told ya he don't wanna be no toad!

Tharja: It's not a toad, I promise. ...Ah, there we are. Done. All right,
Vaike. Drink.

Vaike: Heck no!

Tharja: You need to trust me, Vaike. This potion is special. It will allow me
to capture your heart.

Vaike: Wait, it's a LOVE potion? Har har! I coulda saved ya the bat wings!
Before ya go pourin' stuff down my throat, take a look at this.

Tharja: This looks like a ring.

Vaike: See? Ya don't need spells or magic or whatnot to get my heart. Ya
already got it!

Tharja: Very well. I accept your proposal.

Vaike: Aw, see? That's just swell! So, uh, maybe you'll just pour out that
potion there, eh?
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A9. Kellam C

Tharja: Now where did I put that...

Kellam: Looking for something?

Tharja: ...! The last person who snuck up on me like that isn't a person
anymore. How do you stay so quiet? Is it a spell of some kind?

Kellam: Um, no. Not that I know of, anyway.

Tharja: Right. Well, nice talking to you, quiet man. Now if you excuse me, I
have a letter to mail.

Kellam: Oh! I'm here to mail a letter, too.Can I give you a hand?

Tharja: ...I know how to mail a letter. I just hope the postmen are still
going to Plegia.

Kellam: Hmm. I imagine they would, but it is hard to say for certain. Why
Plegia? Is that where your family lives?

Tharja: Yes.

Kellam: I suppose you're worried about them,huh? I worry about mine a lot.

Tharja: I come from a family of powerful mages. They can usually take care of
themselves. But times like these... Well, who knows?

Kellam: A family of spellcasters? Oh, wow. Ibet they're safe as houses!

Tharja: I hope so...
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Kellam B

Kellam: Say, Tharja?

Tharja: Agh! What did I say about sneaking up on me? Next time, I'll turn you
into a newt.

Kellam: I wasn't sneaking, honest! That's just how I walk. Anyway, I came to
give you this. It arrived in the morning post.

Tharja: A letter? For me? Give it here.

Kellam: ......

Tharja: Oh, good.

Kellam: Is it your family? Are they all right?

Tharja: ... Are you still here?

Kellam: I was just anxious to know the news.

Tharja: What do you care about my family? It's kind of creepy. But if you
must know, it's from my parents, and everyone is just fine. ...And your
family?

Kellam: Um, nothing yet. I've been coming here every morning, but... yeah. My
eldest brother has a wife, and they usually answer right away. But this time,
I don't know...

Tharja: I can check for you. I mean, if you want.

Kellam: How?

Tharja: I'm a mage, quiet man. There's not much we can't do.

Kellam: Gosh, would you really? That would be a load off my mind!

Tharja: Sure. Now, tell me about this brother of yours, and omit no detail.
If I'm missing important information, the spell might go... horribly wrong.

Kellam: *Gulp* Um... D-does that happen a lot?
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Kellam A

Kellam: Hey, Tharja?

Tharja: Argh! ...That's it. Newt time for you.

Kellam: I'm sorry! I tired not to startle you! I clanked two pots together
and everything! P-please don't turn me into a newt...

Tharja: Oh, all right. I'll give you another chance. Anyway, I assume this
means you've heard from your brother?

Kellam: That's right! He was in a refugee camp, just like you said. His
letter says he and his family evacuated to avoid fighting. I'd still be
looking for him if not for you.

Tharja: Don't worry about it.

Kellam: Also, if sounds like he and his wife has a little baby boy. Which
makes me an uncle, I suppose.

Tharja: Hee. That's good news.

Kellam: Um...

Tharja: What?

Kellam: N-nothing. I've just never seen you smile before. It's nice, is all.

Tharja: Maybe I'll turn you into a new tafter all...
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Kellam S

Tharja: Kellam?

Kellam: Gah! Y-you scared me! How did you see me?

Tharja: Heh. At least, revenge for all the time you crept up on me... I just
had to modify a little invisibility spell I've been working on.

Kellam: Gosh. It must be handy being able to use magic like that.

Tharja: Here. I brought you something.

Kellam: What is it?

Tharja: It's a charm. It protects the wearer from misfortune and bad luck. I
made a big pile and had some spares. I thought you could give it to your
nephew.

Kellam: Aw, thanks! My brother and his wife will be so excited! You've been
so nice to me, Tharja. I don't know how to repay you.

Tharja: I had some left over, that's all. Don't freak out.

Kellam: So actually, I have something fo ryou, too. It's... Well, here.

Tharja: ...A ring? Did you win this at a carnival or something?

Kellam: I like you, Tharja. You're smart, and pretty, and you've been good to
me and mine. Anyway, I've been thinking that maybe you and me could... be
together?

Tharja: You are very strange, quiet man. But I suppose I'm not exactly the
harvest-festival queen myself.

Kellam: Don't say that! You're prefect!

Tharja: Now I know there's something wrong with you. But alright. Let's get
married and make a strange life for the both of us.

Kellam: Wonderful! I can't wait to tell my brother the good news!
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A9. Lon'qu C

Lon'qu: Tonight we're holding a war council. Don't be late.

Tharja: Is Lissa hosting again? Maybe she'll make more of those little honey
cakes. Oh, hold on. You've got a bug stuck in your hair...

Lon'qu: Don't come any closer!

Tharja: Well, if I repulse you THAT much...

Lon'qu: You are not special. I feel the same way about all women.

Tharja: Well, that makes it all better. Hmm... I wonder if someone cast a
curse to make you fear women.

Lon'qu: I think not.

Tharja: Then why are you so afraid of us?

Lon'qu: Something at the core of my nature has always made me... uneasy
around you.

Tharja: Yeah, still sounds like a curse to me. I wonder who cast it?

Lon'qu: ......

Tharja: You want me to fix it?

Lon'qu: What?

Tharja: It must be hard turning into a gibbering idiot whenever you meet a
woman.

Lon'qu: You have the power to rid me of this fear?

Tharja: Someone's iiiiiinterested...

Lon'qu: I am not.

Tharja: Sure, whatever. When you change your mind, you know where to find me.
(Tharja Leaves)

Lon'qu: ......
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Lon'qu B

Lon'qu: Tharja.

Tharja: I'm not goingt to move accross the room, if that's what you want.

Lon'qu: ......

Tharja: Okay, I have better things to do than watch you stand there with your
mouth agape. You want me to dispel your fear, right?

Lon'qu: Can you truly release me from this crippling aversion to your kind?

Tharja: Only if you promise to never refer to women as "your kind" again.
Also, I need to know exactly where this fear comes from.

Lon'qu: ...All of it?

Tharja: Unless I know the true nature of what ails you, cannot destroy it.

Lon'qu: Every night, I am plagued by a dream. A dream of true events. Of a
young girl who lost her life because of me. She was an ordinary village girl
who lived on the outskirts of town. We became friends despite the fact that I
was an impoverished youth from the slums. In time, she began to steal away
from her parents to see me. Love flowered between us. But then...

Tharja: Go on.

Lon'qu: I'm sorry. This is... difficult for me. One day we went into the
fields to picnic and spend time by the river. ...The bandits were so fast. So
many. I fought them with all I had, but she still... They...

Tharja: I'm sorry, Lon'qu.

Lon'qu: From that day on, the presence of a woman has filled me with fear. A
woman died because of my failings. I would not let it happen again. And
though that day is long past, I relive it every night...

Tharja: It is not unusual for powerful incidents to grip our hearts for many
years after. You aren't cursed by mortal means, Lon'qu--the memory IS the
curse.

Lon'qu: Can you help me?

Tharja: Perhaps. But it will take time. I must learn about you, this girl,
and your youth spent in the slums. If I am to break the curse, I must know
everything there is to know about you.

Lon'qu: If that is what it takes...
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Lon'qu A

Tharja: Lon'qu? I'm ready to perform the ritual.

Lon'qu: Do you avow this ritual will cleanse my soul and finally grant me
peace?

Tharja: Yes. It will erase everything and give you a fresh start.

Lon'qu: Good.

Tharja: However, the curse has been with you for years, and its roots reach
deep. The only way to eradicate it is to uproot it along with all your
childhood memories.

Lon'qu: You mean, I will forget everything? My life in the slums? The times I
spent with... her?

Tharja: Every last bit. But these memories torment you, right? You should be
pleased to lose them.

Lon'qu: No. I cannot go through with this.

Tharja: Hey, I spent hours collecting wing bats. You can't back out now!

Lon'qu: Even as I told you my story, I realized how important the memories
are to me. My life in the streets? Her death? These experiences make me
strong. If I lose the memories, what happens to the lessons I learned from
them? I fear that they, too, will be lost.

Tharja: ...Seriously, do you have any idea how many bat wings I had to
collect?

Lon'qu: I have confidence a woman of your ilk will have another use for them.
Even so, I'm very grateful for your help.

Tharja: Okay, don't thank me. That just feels weird.

Lon'qu: Then I shall think of some other way to pay you back.
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Lon'qu S

Lon'qu: Tharja.

Tharja: Oh. Lon'qu. How are you planning to waste my time today?

Lon'qu: Nnngh...

Tharja: Are you... forcing yourself to stand closer to me? Don't tell me you
let someone else erase your memories?

Lon'qu: This is... my own doing. I can overcome my fear... through tyranny...
of will...

Tharja: Well, charmed, I'm sure. But at this rate, it's going to take you
years to cure yourself. Why don't you let me help you?

Lon'qu: No. I don't want to rely on magic or tricks...

Tharja: Not with a curse, idiot. ...I mean you can practice on me. We could
be friends. Companions, even. Be there for each other in times of trouble. If
we were together day and night, you'd have to overcome your fear.

Lon'qu: What do you mean?

Tharja: Sometimes, I swear you're about three arrows short of a quiver. Here.
I'll use small words, okay? Let's. Get. Married. Of course, if you're not up
for it, that's okay, too. It'll give me more time to follow Avatar around.

Lon'qu: Your proposal might have worked better without that last bit. Even
so... Marriage has long seemed like a distant dream to me. However, there is
a strength and grace about you that I find appealing. You are the first to
look so deep into my heart and accept what you saw there. With you at my
side, I might finally free myself of the painful past.

Tharja: To be honest, I was expecting you to throw up or something.

Lon'qu: I fear making friends with any woman, lest ill fortune strike them
down. But you are frighteningly fierce. I wager you can look after yourself.

Tharja: It's true. People who mess with me tend to get turned inside out.

Lon'qu: I find this thought oddly comforting.

Tharja: All right, then. We'll get married and see if we can't make you
normal again.

Lon'qu: And as proof of my dedication, I offer you this ring.

Tharja: ...Wait. You had this ready the whole time? Oh, you are a sly dog,
Lon'qu.
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A9. Donnel C

Tharja: You there. Boy. Do you know where I can find a newt's eye?

Donnel: Yes ma'am! I've seen tons of them slimy critters up in yonder stream.
Hold and I'll fetch you one!

Tharja: You there. Boy. Where can I get the tail of a white sow?

Donnel: Fresh out, I'm 'fraid. But I can run ask the camp butcher if ya like!

Tharja: That dunderhead wouldn't possibly have such a thing...

Donnel: Well, I suppose I could hop down the valley and check the local
swineherd. I reckon one a them pigs'll have a white tail!

Tharja: You there. Boy. Bring me a bat.

Donnel: Shucks, they mostly live in caves down by the ol' fishin-Er, beg
pardon, ma'am, but... did you just order me to go fetch a bat?

Tharja: Yes, I did. Sometime today, please.

Donnel: Well, all right then! I'll just toodle on down to the caves andflush
one out!

Tharja: ...I can't imagine why that hayseed keeps following my order. I
haven't even had a chance to place a curse of servitude on him yet...
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Donnel B
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Donnel: Howdy, ma'am! I got them two venomous black snakes you been lookin
'fer!

Tharja: Yes, thank you. Just throw them in the usual place.

Donnel: You got it!

Tharja: *Sigh* ...Well? Aren't you going to ask me?

Donnel: Ask ya what, ma'am?

Tharja: Tsk. Don't play coy. The favor, obviously.

Donnel: I reckon I don't quite follow.

Tharja: You want me to use my magic powers to do something for you, right?
For weeks, you've been running hither and yon, collecting specimens. At first
it was amusing, but you've actually proved to be quite helpful. So then? Name
your price. What do you want in return?

Donnel: Well, I imagine I'd like ya to do nothin', ma'am.

Tharja: I don't understand.

Donnel: I don't want nothin' in particular, so I'm askin' ya to do nothin!

Tharja: Surely you must have some reason for helping me.

Donnel: Gosh, ma'am. That's just how we do things back in my village. If a
mage was settin' about to cast a curse, see, we was all duty dound to pitch
in. Just like we all help build the barns and mend the fences, and clear the
pastures!

Tharja: Wait. You used to help mages cast curses? Cast curses... on you?!

Donnel: That's what curses are all about, right? Usin' dark arts fer the
greater good?
By helping you, I reckon I'm helpin' everyone in the Shepards. Ain't that
right? Gosh, maybe THAT should be my favor! I should ask ya to cast more nice
magic!

Tharja: I don't know who taught you about curses, but that's not how they
work.

Donnel: It ain't?

Tharja: Gods, it's a wonder your village is still standing... But all
right... I'll see if I can find a way to cast some, er, "Nice" magic. And in
the meantime, you can keep collecting speciments.

Donnel: Yee-haw! It's a dilly of a deal!

Tharja: I think this is going to be a very useful arrangement!
..Particularly for me.
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Donnel A

Donnel: Tharja, your hexes sure are powerful! Everyone's feelin' on top 'a
the world!

Tharja: Hmm...

Donnel: The cold what was goin' 'round done threw us all for a loop. I didn't
know what we was gonna do till ya cast yer hex and fixed us all up.

Tharja: Snuffing out a sniffle is a fairly simple matter, actually. You just
have to direct the curse at the cold instead of the person.

Donnel: Well, you sure done impressed me! There's just one thing I don't
get... Why don't ya want want me tellin' no one it was you what cured them
alignments?

Tharja: People might get the wrong idea.

Donnel: Whatcha mean?

Tharja: They might think I did it for some kind of...common good...or out of
the goodness of my heart. I only did it to thank you for the help you've
given me. If people think I've gone soft, I'm finished as a dark mage...

Donnel: Well, either way, the result's the same.

Tharja: Yes, well. If you need some diasease cured again, you know where I
am. However, I want something of you in return.

Donnel: Don't worry! I'll keep on collectin' all them creepy crawlies for ya!

Tharja: ...Heh heh. You really are quite useful.
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Donnel S

Donnel: Heya, Tharja. I've went 'n collected all of them things ya wanted.

Tharja: ...Ah, good. Then I have everything I need for my next spell. Just
stand still please... Whew... It is done...

Donnel: Dancin' donkeys! That there's a fine ring!

Tharja: ...It's for you.

Donnel: Fer me?!

Tharja: I made another one just like it for myself.

Donnel: Well shucks, this is startin' to sound like yer fixin' to get us
hitched!

Tharja: Well, yes, as far as society at large is concerned, we would be wed.
However, in practice, I want you to be more like my... personal servant. I
consulted a few books: this seemed the easiest way to secure cooperation.

Donnel: Books? Yer dark-magic tomes talk about weddin's?

Tharja: Well, what became weddings, yes...You'd be surprised how many social
rituals have come out of two people will stay together until death.

Donnel: Gosh. Sounds like someone's in love with ol' Donny!

Tharja: That... would be another way to put it, yes. In any case, I would
like you answer. Will you join with me?

Donnel: If you promise to love me all my life, then we got a deal! Collectin'
bats and watchin' you cast hexes is excitin' as all get-out! I wouldn't mind
doin' nothin' but fer the rest of my days!

Tharja: Excellent! Then it's settled. Now put that ring on like a good boy...
And become mine FOREVER! Ehh hee hee...
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A9. Ricken C

Ricken: Say, Tharja? You can... you know... do magic and stuff, right?

Tharja: Yes. I can do magic and... stuff.

Ricken: Cool! So, um, can you maybe teach me how to cast a curse?

Tharja: Did someone steal your lunch money?

Ricken: Oh, jeepers, no! I just like learning new skills is all.

Tharja: Curses and hexes are no simple matter. ...But perhaps you possess the
talent.

Ricken: Oh, I do! I'm sure I do! So you'll teach me then?

Tharja: No.

Ricken: What? Oh, come on!

Tharja: Casting hexes is not a hobby to be picked up on a whim.

Ricken: I know! This is serious business! Super-deadly serious business! I'm
trying to get as strong as possible so I can be a key part of Chrom's army.
I'm studying fencing, wyvern riding, and even butter sculpting! ...You know.
Just in case.

Tharja: hexes and curses are a different animal. A wild, untamable beast. Now
forget we had this conversation, and go practice your butter sculpture.

Ricken: Well, phooey. I was hoping she'd just say yes. But no worries! She's
going to learn that Ricken never, ever gives up!
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Ricken B

Tharja: ...Are you still following me? Shoo.

Ricken: I'll stick to you like an ant on honey until you teach me how to cast
curses.

Tharja: Maybe the first lesson will be me casting one on you.

Ricken: Seriously? That'd be great! Just let me gird my loins here... Okay!
Ready when you are.

Tharja: ...Gods, but you are persistent. *sigh* Fine.

Ricken: Really? You'll teach me?

Tharja: ...No. But I'll tell you why I CAN'T teach you. My own powers are not
fully developed, so I'm in no position to instruct anyone.

Ricken: Oh. ...Wait, really?

Tharja: Just because I'm a powerful dark mage doesn't mean my training is
complete. I have many hexes yet to learn, and even the ones I know don't
always work.

Ricken: When it comes to cursing, you're awfully conscientious.

Tharja: The hexing arts are a capricious master, and I do not like mistakes.

Ricken: But if you're afraid of slipping up, how can you learn new things?
Everyone knows the best way to learn is to just do it and see what happens.

Tharja: That seems like a rather dangerous attitude for a mage. Although...
Hmm... That actually might be fun... All right. I'm going to start
experimenting with new and unknown magic. I'll go out to the woods alone and
cast every curse and hex I've ever heard of! ...Hee.

Ricken: Hey, wait! This was all my idea. You have to let me come!

Tharja: ...I'll think about it.
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Ricken A

Tharja: Do you have the materials I asked you to prepare?

Ricken: Yep, all here! I'm ready to get cursing!

Tharja: Then you can begin. But make sure to follow my orders exactly.

Ricken: I will. ...Oh, wait.

Tharja: Yes?

Ricken: You haven't told me who I'm supposed to cast it on yet.

Tharja: You can try it on me.

Ricken: ...Er, are you sure?

Tharja: It's the quickest and easiest way to determine if you did it
correctly. And I'm not sure these other chumps would appreciate being test
subjects.

Ricken: No, I guess not. Okay, here goes... Hyaaa! ...So how do you feel? Did
it work?

Tharja: Huh. It would appear that I'm cursed. That's very good for a first
attempt.

Ricken: Hurray!

Tharja: ...Hurray! Oh! I see you chose a happiness-contagion hex. How sweet
of you.

Ricken: I was actually kind of surprised someone invented nice curses. I
thought they were all scary and cruel and just turned people into weasels.

Tharja: Don't be fooled by the name. Curses are a kind of magic that gives
life to dreams. Whether it is a dream of joy or horror depends very much on
the victim.

Ricken: People are all wrong about you, Tharja. You're actually really nice!
I mean, even though you seem creepy, you let me practice on you. Maybe you
should show more of that side instead of the doom and gloom. I mean, your
smile is pretty, you know? You should show it more.

Tharja: I like the way I am.

Ricken: Well, okay, I guess. Seems like a waste though...

Tharja: Life would be dull if everyone was happy and polite. Also, don't tell
anyone about this. I have an image to maintain.

Ricken: Okay, Tharja! It'll be our secret! So does this mean you're going to
teach me more curses?

Tharja: Maybe some simple ones.

Ricken: Aw, can't I learn them all?

Tharja: Let's start small.
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Ricken S

Tharja: You really are good at this. I see you've already mastered the basic
hexes.

Ricken: Thanks to you!

Tharja: Keep your thanks. Our lessons have helped me learn more about my art.
Working with you has helped focus my thinking.

Ricken: Sooo, the more you teach me, the better you're going to be?

Tharja: I suppose. But you really don't need me to continue your studies.
You've got plenty of talent without me mucking around in there. As long as
you're curious and dedicated, you'll be fine.

Ricken: But I only learned so fast because you're such a good teacher! I want
you to show me more creepy spells and teach me how to sneer and stuff!

Tharja: ...Teach you how to sneer?

Ricken: A-actually, I think we can learn a lot from each other, you know? So,
um, I kind of got you... this.

Tharja: That looks expensive.

Ricken: It's a family heirloom. I was told to give this ring to the woman I
marry. I'm going to be of age soon, and when that happens, I want you to be
my wife!

Tharja: ...We do make a pretty good team, don't we? If I can just convince
you to be a little more evil... ...Heh.

Ricken: So that's a yes, right? ...Um, is that a yes?
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A9. Gaius C

Tharja: You.

Gaius: Me?

Tharja: Yes, you. You're a thief, right? Skilled at pilfering and all that?
I've got a little job for you.

Gaius: I'm listening...

Tharja: I want you to bring me a strand of Avatar's hair.

Gaius: That's... unbelievably creepy. What do you need his/her hair for?

Tharja: Hee hee...

Gaius: Um, yeah. I don't usually take sinister chuckles as an answer. Sorry,
kid. Go find someone else to help with your weird hobbies.

Tharja: This is not a negotiable request.

Gaius: Oh? And what are you going to do about it, Sunshine? Curse me?

Tharja: Yes.

Gaius: Heh. Ain't a hexer alive that's managed to put a curse on Gaius the
Nimble! Go on, Sunshine. Do your worst.

Tharja: You are making a terrible mistake...

Gaius: Ooh! So scaaary! Do you see me shaking here?
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Gaius B

Gaius: Hey there, Sunshine.

Tharja: .....

Gaius: Look, I know I'm unbelievably sexy, but you don't have to stare so
hard.

Tharja: Don't you feel... different?

Gaius: What do you mean?

Tharja: I cursed you. Some time ago, in fact.

Gaius: Nope! I'm right as rain.

Tharja: Impossible. My frog eyes were fresh... My newt tail was still
twitching... Ah, wait. Maybe that's it.

Gaius: You figure something out there?

Tharja: I must have added the wrong herbs to my cauldron. Instead of cursing
you, I've just enhanced your stamina and lifted your mood... Damn and blast!

Gaius: Yep. That's a real bummer right there. But now that you mention it, I
have been feeling pretty frisky today. It's like all my cares have melted
away! So the good news is, your little spell actually works.

Tharja: That's very encouraging. Now, let's see... If I simply recast the
spell like so... And replace the lambswort with a pinch of wyvern saliva...

Gaius: *Yawn* Are you still trying to curse me?

Tharja: Hee hee... Thanks to you, I'm one step closer to perfecting the
ultimate curse.

Gaius: Right. Well, Sunshine, you just let me know when you get that- Huh.
She's gone. That's a bit disconcerting... Ah, well. Anyway, let's see if
Lissa has any more of those little cakes!
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Gaius A

Tharja: .....

Gaius: Hey there, Sunshine. Curse anyone lately?

Tharja: Look at me carefully. Do you feel... different?

Gaius: You mean aside from the pale woman staring into my eyes like a
lunatic? Nope. All aces over here.

Tharja: Blast and damnation!

Gaius: Maybe you should consider a new line of work there, Sunshine. What was
this curse supposed to do, anyway? Turn me into a toad?

Tharja: It was meant to help you see my good side.

Gaius: Wait, what? Are you trying to make me fall for you?

Tharja: It's just an experiment, fool! I have to test it somehow.

Gaius: Guinea pig, eh? I gotta say, I'm a little surprised.

Tharja: About what?

Gaius: I didn't realize you fancied me! I mean, I know I'm a charming devil
and all, but-

Tharja: I'd rather fall in love with a kraken. And besides, love brewed in a
cauldron isn't real. If I ever decided to look for love, I would insist on an
unsullied version. ...Although, I'm not above using a potion or two to get
the boulder rolling.

Gaius: Oh, fair maiden... I never imagined you were such a romantic!

Tharja: Don't be sarcastic.

Gaius: No, I'm serious. Knowing that actually makes you much more attractive.
I've always had a soft spot for bad girls, and they don't come much badder
than you.

Tharja: ...Perhaps my spell is working after all.

Gaius: Ah! I've been a fool! A blind, stupid fool! Your radiant hair! Your
stunning eyes!

Tharja: All right, then. Experiment complete. Now stay there while I go mix
up an antidote.

Gaius: No, don't do it! I don't want to be cured!
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Gaius S

Gaius: Um, Tharja? Why are you following me around?

Tharja: I want to make sure the antidote continues to work.

Gaius: Oh, right. That. Um, ha ha ha! Of course it worked! Of... course.
..Er, it DID work, right?

Tharja: You are completely free of any spell, curse, or hex.

Gaius: Huh. 'Cause you see, there's one little problem with that... I still
find you incredibly attractive, and I think I'm in love with you.

Tharja: Wow... Okay, that IS a problem.

Gaius: There's only one cure for this condition. You must accept... this.

Tharja: ...A ring?

Gaius: I had to be sure it wasn't your magic that made me fall for you.

Tharja: .....

Gaius: Okay, look. You want the truth? I've been interested in you for a
while. Long before you ever tried casting a spell, anyway. I just didn't know
a way to chat you up that didn't end with you hurling fireballs at me.

Tharja: ...In that case, I accept.

Gaius: What? You do?

Tharja: You are a sarcastic and coarse man, but there is something...
interesting about you. Plus, you let me test spells on you. That has to count
for something.

Gaius: Glad to be of service. But, um, you're not STILL going to use me as
your guinea pig, are you?

Tharja: Not unless you disappoint me. ...You WON'T disappoint me, right?

Gaius: Not after that, I won't!
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A9. Gregor C

Gregor: Ah-ha! There is Tharja! Gregor is needing to ask question. Is all
right, yes?

Tharja: I'm busy.

Gregor: Ah! You are not wanting to be seen talking to old man like Gregor.

Tharja: Age has nothing to do with it. I'm just not interested in talking.

Gregor: Oy, little girl have tongue like snake. Very full of evil. Tharja
could pretend to not liking old-man smell at least. Then Gregor is less
insulted.

Tharja: You could smell like roses and fresh-cut grass. It wouldn't matter.

Gregor: Why are you hating friendly Gregor?

Tharja: I said I didn't want to talk to you. ...So why are you still talking?

Gregor: Old man like Gregor only hears what he wants. Very useful skill in
life, yes?

Tharja: ...Is that true?

Gregor: Oy, NOW evil girl is expressing interestedness in Gregor!

Tharja: Because that would explain why my curses never work on you.

Gregor: Oh no! Why are you trying to cast evil hex on poor Gregor?!

Tharja: What does it matter? The damned spell didn't work anyway.

Gregor: Ah-ha! This is why you are being so rude. Gregor is immune to your
witchery! I make you look like... how you say? Fool? Amateur? This sort of
thing?

Tharja: Go ahead and mock me, old man. I'll have my revenge, just you wait...

Gregor: Wait, evil girl! Gregor is still having long list of questions to
ask!
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Gregor B

Gregor: Oy, why is evil girl still not talking? Gregor is nice guy! Laugh
like bowl of jelly!

Tharja: ...I should inflict a permanent silence curse on you, old man.

Gregor: Ho ho! Evil girl's spells not work on Gregor! Are you remembering
this?

Tharja: I have... never been... this angry... in my entire life!

Gregor: You should forget with all the anger and the making of the clenched
fists. Gregor only want to chat. Make with the small speech, yes?

Tharja: You want to be friends with me?Then prove your loyalty. Give me nail
clippings and a lock of hair so I can cast a spell that sticks.

Gregor: If Gregor agrees to your unholy terms, you must answer question, yes?
Most times Gregor only wants to know if evil girl have dinner plans. But, not
today.

Tharja: ...You get one question.

Gregor: Oh, this is too bad. Gregor have long list. But he will narrow
down... Does evil girl know magic spell that can, how you say, bring back
dead?

Tharja: Seriously? That's your question? It's almost as bad as "can you make
me immortal?" Ugggh!

Gregor: So then, you cannot do this?

Tharja: No, Gregor. I can't. No one can. Now if you want to TALK to the dead,
that's something I could maybe arrange.

Gregor: Is for truly? Oh yes, that would be more than enough! Please, you
must help Gregor talk to dead person.

Tharja: It's not easy, you know. It takes a lot of work, and a LOT of
preparation.

Gregor: Please, you must do this! Gregor gives you soul in exchange, yes?

Tharja: ...Really, now?

Gregor: Cross Gregor's heart and hope to die!

Tharja: Well, if you're that desparate, maybe I can do something...

Gregor: Then Gregor is being always in your debt.
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Gregor A

Gregor: Tharja! You finish researching spell, yes? Read all tomes? Collect
bat wing? Please say yes. Gregor is very much wanting to talk to dead person!

Tharja: I am ready. Now then... Whose soul do you wish to summon?

Gregor: Gregor's brother. His name is Gregor.

Tharja: ...You have the same name?

Gregor: When he died, Gregor took Gregor's name. Is fitting tribute, no?

Tharja: ...Oh, gods. That's why the curses never worked! The brother whose
name you took must have died with unfinished business. If he clings to this
world, the name would still belong to him.

Gregor: And that make spooky magic not work right, yes?

Tharja: A curse won't stick if you don't know the true name of the intended
target.

Gregor: You want to know Gregor's real name now, yes? So you can charm him?

Tharja: Later. Right now, we need to focus on your brother. Imagine his
face... Imagine his voice... Now... Talk to him.

Gregor: Hello? Gregor? Yoo-hoo! Are you hearing?

Tharja: (Brother... Is that you...?)

Gregor: Oy, is sounding just like him! Tharja is summoning soul of brother!

Tharja: (My brother...)

Gregor: Oh, Brother! I am so sorry you die because of bad thing I did! If you
bear grudge, tell me now. I atone for injustice!

Tharja: (I bear no grudge against you... You did all you could to save me...
You must not feel guilty... I am proud of you...)

Gregor: Oh, Gregor! I try to save you, but bandits were so many!

Tharja: (You must forgive yourself, Brother... Forgive...)

Gregor: *Sniff* Oy, G-Gregor...

Tharja: Well? Did you say what you had to say?

Gregor: Y-yes. All thanks to Tharja. Gregor's brother was taken by bandits,
and he could not save him. Gregor had large hole in heart, but now hole has
filled in. Gregor have no more regrets. You can take soul or whatever now.

Tharja: ..... I'm... a little tired. Perhaps next time.

Gregor: Gregor brings soul next time we meet. You take then, yes?
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Gregor S

Gregor: Gregor must thank Tharja again.You did him great favor! Brother hears
apology and forgives Gregor. Now he is like new man!

Tharja: Yeah? Well that makes one of us who's happy.

Gregor: Oy, but Gregor says thank you many times over. Why are you giving him
that evil glare of fury?

Tharja: Ever since I hosted the soul of your brother, something has been...
wrong with me. I can't stop thinking about you. It's... incredibly annoying.

Gregor: Ah... You fall in love with Gregor? Is okay. He sees same thing
before. But, is good. Gregor likes you, too. That is why he is bringing you
present!

Tharja: ...This is a ring.

Gregor: Look on inside. Is having Gregor's name carved in! If you accept,
then we carve your name next to Gregor's. Together forever!

Tharja: ...You intend to continue using the name of your brother?

Gregor: Thanks to you, I know he forgives Gregor for unfortunate and violent
death. So now Gregor bears his name with pride! ...He also very used to it by
now.

Tharja: Well, it's as much yours as your brother's, I suppose. ...Hmm. Maybe
now some of my curses will actually stick.

Gregor: For you, Gregor do anything. Even if it turns him into toad.

Tharja: I don't think that will be necessary. Besides, I've got a better
idea... Heh heh...
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A9. Libra C

Tharja: Spoonful of frog's wart... One lizard tail... Cockscomb of a coal-
black rooster...

Libra: What are you doing, Tharja?

Tharja: Trying to invent a spell that can change memories.

Libra: Is such a thing even possible?

Tharja: Well, I'll never know if you stand there and bother me, will I?

Libra: Ah, of course. I'll leave you to it. Er, but before I go, can I ask
you one thing?

Tharja: Make it snappy.

Libra: How are you going to determine if the experiment is a success?

Tharja: I'll cast the hex on someone and see what happens. Same as always.

Libra: In that case, I would like to volunteer to be your test subject.

Tharja: Oh? A priest wants to sacrifice himself for the greater good?
Shocker...

Libra: Unfortunately, my motives are largely selfish.

Tharja: Sure, whatever. I accept anyway. Just don't blame me if it all goes
horribly wrong.

Libra: Er, is that a possibility?

Tharja: No curse is without danger. There's always a risk of harm- to body
AND to soul.

Libra: I see. Then, I shall prepare for the worst, but hope for the best.

Tharja: Pray to whatever gods you believe in, Priest. ...This is going to be
fun.
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Libra B

Tharja: I shall now attempt to cast the memory-transformation spell...

Libra: Ready when you are.

Tharja: We should act on a memory that won't affect your ability to fight in
battle.

Libra: Something from my childhood would probably work best. For example--

Tharja: Hey! I'm calling the shots here. But, er, just for fun... If you
could choose a new memory, what would it be?

Libra: I'd like to remember a time spent with doting parents in a warm,
loving home. Could you conjure such a memory?

Tharja: That sounds positively nauseating. But who am I to criticize? Think
hard about the scene... Visualize it in your mind's eye...

Libra: Ah! I can see it now!

Tharja: All right... here goes... ...Nmmm... mmm... nnngh... ...What? Th-This
cannot be.

Libra: Is something wrong?

Tharja: ...Er, no! No, no, nothing at all. There, done. The hex is cast. Do
you feel different?

Libra: Um, no, not really.

Tharja: Huh. Well, I guess it didn't work.

Libra: Maybe I'm the problem.

Tharja: No. It failed because I don't yet have the talent and knowledge. Er,
but Libra. When I cast the hex, I saw... Well, I saw a terrible darkness in
you. What was that?

Libra: ...Ah. I see. I tried to hide it from you, but it appears I failed. My
hope was that your hex would extinguish it before you knew of it.

Tharja: So that's why you volunteered to be my guinea pig.

Libra: As I said, my motives were selfish. I'm sorry for using you like this.

Tharja: No skin off my back. But now I'm very interested in all that darkness
festering inside you... If I could tap into it, it could power some truly
intense hexes.

Libra: In that case, would you like to continue experimenting on me?

Tharja: Doesn't it scare you to go delving into that dark place?

Libra: I am beyond fear, dear Tharja. Nothing can terrify me.

Tharja: A lot of dark mages would take such a boast as a challenge.

Libra: Heh heh. Perhaps I'm not beyond fear after all.
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Libra A

Tharja: ...... I... I saw it. I saw everything. I know what lies in the dark
depths of your heart.

Libra: Then you know my most secret of secrets... That my parents believed I
was possessed by demons and abandoned me. And you know the terrible price
this inflicted on my soul.

Tharja: You were alone and loved by no one. An urchin, wretched and
friendless. Until you found the faith and became a priest, your only memories
are pain. ...I don't know how you manage to survive with such a burden.

Libra: Nor do I. But, strangely, now that you know of it, the burden has
grown lighter. It's as if the very act of your witnessing my sorrows has
blunted their power.

Tharja: When hearts and minds come together, they sometimes change each
other. It's like a spell of sorts--if one side is transformed, the other is,
too.

Libra: Perhaps your magical hex has somehow dispelled my darkness.

Tharja: Doubtful. I didn't cast anything of the sort. In any case, I can no
longer use you as a test subject.

Libra: Why not?

Tharja: Because I have nothing further to learn from you. Once you know
someone's secret pain, curses become a bit too easy.

Libra: That is unfortunate. I'd hoped I could help you more. Well, if you
ever think of something else I might do, will you tell me?

Tharja: Maybe you should just focus on being happy for a bit, you know? Now
you can face life without all that pain dragging you down.
(Tharja leaves)

Libra: Yes... Hmm. Thank you, Tharja. I shall do just that!
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Libra S

Libra: Tharja? Might I have a word?

Tharja: What is it?

Libra: I wonder if you wouldn't mind looking into my heart once more.

Tharja: Why?

Libra: It will be easier for you to look than for me to tell you.

Tharja: You know, you priests can be very pushy when you want to be. Maybe
this time I'll do more than look. Did you consider that? Maybe this time I'll
plant a seed of terror in your soul.

Libra: Anytime you're ready.

Tharja: Wow, someone's serious today. All right, don't move...

Libra: I won't.

Tharja: ...... Wh-what is... I don't understand...

Libra: You looked into my heart, didn't you? You saw the feelings I have for
you.

Tharja: Why did you make me do this?

Libra: When hearts touch, they affect each other. Much like a curse does, or
so you said.

Tharja: I maybe said... something like that.

Libra: So how do you feel? Any changes in your heart? Any new yearnings or
feelings?

Tharja: You seek to put a hex on MY heart? Y-you're a priest! How dare you!

Libra: Well, you started it.

Tharja: I most certainly did not.

Libra: Ah. Then the love I feel must have grown naturally from my own heart.
And how is it YOU feel, Tharja? Because while priests can do many things,
casting hexes is not one of them.

Tharja: Liar! You're lying! You have to be! O-otherwise...

Libra: Otherwise we have fallen in love with each other naturally.

Tharja: Are you sure this isn't a trick?

Libra: Love has no value if it is won by deception.

Tharja: Then I guess I have no choice but to believe my heart.

Libra: So if I were to offer this ring and propose marriage, would you
accept?

Tharja: You had a ring all ready? That's rather bold, Libra.

Libra: Such fateful moments come but rarely in our lives. I did not want this
one to pass me by.

Tharja: It's strange, but you seem completely different from the man whom I
first met.

Libra: Different in a good way, I hope?

Tharja: ...Yes. Different in a very good way. And now you'll be the second-
most important person in my life. ...After Avatar.

Libra: Um, well, I... suppose I can live with that?
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A9. Henry C

Tharja: I know you.

Henry: You do?

Tharja: When I still fought for Plegia, we heard all sorts of stories about
you.
A silver-haired youth with a knowledge of curses and an extraordinary gift
for magic. A man guarded by fierce crows so that very few had seen the true
extent of his powers.

Henry: Oh wow! Now that's a reputation! Yeah, crows always had a thing for
me, I guess. Dunno why.

Tharja: Perhaps you'd be willing to teach a trick or two to a fellow dark
mage?

Henry: Sure! You want me to cast a death curse on someone?

Tharja: Someone in camp? Mmm... No. That could be problematic.

Henry: Hee hee! Yeah, I guess. Too bad, though. See, 'cause I've got one that
makes blood come out your-

Tharja: Thank you, I get the picture. What's with the smiling, anyway? No
one's going to trust you if you're grinning like the village idiot.

Henry: Hee hee! Smiling? This is how I always look.

Tharja: Hardly reassuring. Tell me what you're plotting and I may yet spare
you.

Henry: Sorry! Nothing sinister over here. I'm just a hale and hearty mage.

Tharja: Ugh... Hale? Hearty? Have you no respect for our ancient profession?
We're supposed to be harbingers of pestilence and famine and doom!

Henry: Mm... I love doom.
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Henry B

Henry: Hello, Tharja!

Tharja: *Mumble, mumble* *hiss*

Henry: Heey! Did you just put a curse on me?

Tharja: Yes. Now, if you do not speak the truth, you will DIE! Answer me
clearly and without hesitation. Are you a foreign spy?

Henry: Nope! Not me! Although I do own a cloak and a couple daggers.

Tharja: Who do you serve? Ylisse or Plegia?

Henry: Aw, I don't get into politics. I just want to toss fireballs at bad
guys.

Tharja: Interesting. That's the same reason I joined up.

Henry: Really? Hey, would you maybe tell me all about it?

Tharja: I'm doing the interrogating here. Now then, one final question... Do
you vow to never cause harm to Avatar, no matter what?

Henry: No problem!

Tharja: ...How strange. My magic ensures that you are telling the truth. But
I find your heart difficult to read. It seems devoid of human emotion. What's
inside that head of yours? What are you thinking?

Henry: Right now, I'm thinking about you. And how much you must really really
REALLY like Avatar!

Tharja: Mind your own business, little man.

Henry: Is that why you're always following him around?

Tharja: I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand affairs of the
heart. In any case, you may go. I've no further use for you.
(Tharja leaves)

Henry: Hey! Tharja! You forgot to remove the curse! Oh, well. I suppose it'll
fizzle out eventually. La la la...
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Henry A

Tharja: Here you are.

Henry: Yep! Here I am!

Tharja: I have a rather urgent problem, and I need your help.

Henry: Do you need a death curse? Please say you need a death curse.

Tharja: No death curses! ..... It appears that I, myself, am victim of a
curse from an unknown assailant. I have tried to remove it, but the magic is
too powerful. I'm hoping that if we combine our might, we may be able to-

Henry: Hecka-necka, jimma-jamma, woozle-wazzle! Aaand presto! Curse
dispelled! Actually not dispelled. I tossed it back at the original sender.
Hee hee!

Tharja: That's impossible. ..... By the gods! It IS gone...

Henry: Yeah, dispelling curses is kind of my speciality. Right now, whoever
cast that curse must be in one confused pickle! Too bad we can't be there to
see it. That would be swell!

Tharja: With that kind of power, you could have easily deflected my earlier
curse...

Henry: Oh yeah. I guess so, huh? Although you didn't really need to put a
truth curse on me, you know? I don't have anything to hide, and I've never
told a lie in my life.

Tharja: Aha! At last you reveal the source of your power. You disarm your
foes with terrifying honesty and sincerity!

Henry: Well, usually I disarm my foes by removing their arms. But your way
sounds impressive, too!

Tharja: It's not a compliment.

Henry: Hee hee! I know!

Tharja: Stop being so blasted cheerful, or I'll... I'll twist your tongue in
knots!

Henry: Oh, you can try to cast a hex on me... if you dare!

Tharja: Don't think you're the only one who can deflect curses!

Henry: Wizard fight! Wizard fight! Yaaaaaay!
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Henry S

Henry: Hey, Tharja! Look at these flowers I found! Aren't they pretty?

Tharja: Er, yes. Sure. I suppose they are.

Henry: Aw, Tharja. You're just saying that. You don't think they're pretty at
all!
Poor little flowers-after they went to all that trouble to bloom and
everything.

Tharja: Are you actually talking to them? That's more than a little creepy.
If you don't cease at once, I'll cast a hex and turn them into dry sticks.

Henry: Tharja, would you like that better? Would you prefer these poor
flowers to be twigs?

Tharja: You make it sound as if I'm being rude to your ridiculous bouquet.

Henry: I don't mean to! It's just that if you wanted a bundle of twigs, I'd
be happy to oblige.

Tharja: Wait, what are you-

Henry: PRESTO! ...There you go.

Tharja: You were so pleased with those flowers, yet you destroyed them just
like that...

Henry: Nya ha! Oh, I don't care-as long as you're happy, that's all that
matters.

Tharja: Wh-where is this going?

Henry: Tharja, I'm head over heels for you! In fact, I'd rip my heels clean
off if it would put a devious grin on your face! Heck, I'll destroy this
whole army if that's what you want. ...Do you want that?

Tharja: Ugh, of course I don't. Do you think I'm completely insane?

Henry: No, I was just using it as an example. So anyway, you want to get
married?

Tharja: Egads, you do know how to sweep a girl off her feet, don't you? And
yet... If you promise to protect Avatar, I just might consider it. If we both
fall into some mortal peril, I want you to save Avatar first. Is that clear?
You must be ready to sacrifice me for his/her sake. If you can bring yourself
to promise me that, then yes, I will marry you and-

Henry: Is that all? Easy peasy! No problem what-so-EVER!

Tharja: Good. ...I think.

Henry: This is great. I thought you'd make the conditions really, really
onerous.
Like, so hard that I'd think twice about the idea. But you didn't! So,
anyway, I'd better go down to the smith and get a ring made.
(Henry leaves)

Tharja: You know, he may actually, truly be crazy... I mean, what kind of
proposal was that? Still, it's not like I'm the most normal person around
either. Who knows? Perhaps it's the perfect match...
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Olivia!

10. Chrom C

Chrom: Hey, Olivia. What are you doing here all by yourself?

Olivia: Oh! Milord! C-Chrom! Sir! Sir Milord! ...Hello! Er, I l-like to come
here for peace and quiet. ...To relax.

Chrom: Then I'm intruding. I'll leave you to your-

Olivia: NO! Er, I mean, it's all right. I don't mind. Really.

Chrom: Well, if you're sure you don't mind...

Olivia: ......

Chrom: ......

Olivia: ......

Chrom: ...... Heh, not very talkative, are you? That's all right. I was never
much for-

Olivia: Oh, look at the time! Gotta go!

Chrom: Er, Olivia?
(Olivia leaves)
Chrom: ...Gods, I'm supposed to be leader of Ylisse and commander of the
army. If I can't even talk to my soldiers properly, how am I going to rule my
subjects? Or inspire people? Or forge alliances with other nations? But every
time I try to talk to Olivia, it ends in this awkward silence... Well, no
more. I'll find a way to break through if it kills me!
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Chrom B

Chrom: Ah, there's Olivia now... ...Right! Today I shall be charming and
witty, and we will talk of this and that. I'll make her forget her painful
shyness as we quickly become fast friends. Maybe a joke would lighten things
up. Friendly ribbing always puts me at ease... Ha ha! Why, if it isn't
Olivia! Ha ha! Here by yourself again?

Olivia: EEK! Oh, milord! I mean, Chrom! Sir! I was just... practicing my
dancing. ...Since I'm useless at fighting. It's what I do, you know? Dancing,
that is. Not fighting. ...Yes. Well. Anyway.

Chrom: Ha ha! Oh, Olivia, what a wit you are! But you mustn't sell yourself
short. If you were a poor dancer, I'd just kick you out of the Shepherds!

Olivia: Wait, what?! Oh my gosh, I'm so... I mean, I'll do my best! Please...
I don't...

Chrom: N-no! That was a joke! Just... joking! Ha ha! Ha ha ha! ...Ha? See, if
you were ACTUALLY bad, I wouldn't joke about it. ...Right? Look, Olivia, we
all think you're an excellent dancer. Honest. So please - there's no need to
be so self-effacing all the time. All right?

Olivia: Y-you are very kind. But I'm so clumsy, and there's still much that I
have to learn.

Chrom: You're doing it again.

Olivia: Oh! *gulp* S-sorry! I forgot-

Chrom: I do think it's great that you want to better yourself, though. I
could take a page or two from your book when it comes to practicing
swordplay!

Olivia: Oh, Chrom! Please! You're embarrassing me!

Chrom: But, I didn't mean to...

Olivia: Um...

Chrom: Er, Olivia? Is something wrong? You're... staring at me...

Olivia: I am?! Ah, SORRY! I mean... Um... I think I left the campfire
burning! Gotta go!

Chrom: No, wait! Olivia!
(Olivia leaves)
Chrom: ...That girl is a puzzle. Still, we actually exchanged a few words
today. I suppose that's progress.
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Chrom A

Chrom: Oh, hello, Olivia.

Olivia: Eeek! Chrom!

Chrom: Practicing again?

Olivia: I was just finishing, actually.

Chrom: Oh? I was hoping that you might show me what you've been working on.

Olivia: Y-you mean dance... in front of you? Ah ha ha! Hee hee! Hoooooo... N-
no, I couldn't possibly.

Chrom: But on the battlefield, you never hesitate to dance when called upon.

Olivia: Yes, but... well, that's... different. The setting... The
atmosphere... There's no time to think about it, or worry about it... I
just... do it.

Chrom: It amazes me that someone so shy could be such an amazing performer.
Your dances are really quite wonderful. I don't know how you can't see it.

Olivia: Lord Basilio told me much the same thing. ...Albeit with different
words. Something about charming the butt off a butterfly, I think?

Chrom: Ha! That sounds like Basilio, all right. You and he go back a long
way, right? How did you first meet?

Olivia: ...I owe him my honor and my freedom. Once, when I was with a
traveling theater group, I caught the eye of a corrupt noble. He would have
stolen me and forced me into marriage if not for Khan Basilio.

Chrom: Hah, and here I thought Basilio more likely to carry you off himself!

Olivia: Oh no, you have Basilio all wrong... He's not like that. Not really.
He told me a khan doesn't need such tricks to find himself a partner.
..Actually, he was much cruder about it, but you get the idea.

Chrom: Let me guess: it was something about his "big brown arse"?

Olivia: Hee hee! I guess you DO know Basilio pretty well after all!

Chrom: Hey, look at that!

Olivia: What?! D-did I say something wrong? I did, didn't I?!

Chrom: No, I just... I don't think I'd ever heard you laugh before. At least
not in a nervous way.

Olivia: Oh, geez. Did I really laugh?

Chrom: Yes. ...It was actually quite lovely.

Olivia: Oh, Chrom, you mustn't say that! Gods, I wish the ground would
swallow me up right now!

Chrom: Well, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. But I enjoyed seeing you today.
I feel like we're finally really getting to know each other... I look forward
to our next conversation.

Olivia: Oh, yes! Absolutely! Me, too!
(Chrom leaves)
Olivia: I can't believe Chrom and I can actually talk to each other like
normal people! Gosh, I was SO terrified of him at first. But he's actually
quite charming once you get to know him...
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Chrom S

Olivia: Hello, Chrom!

Chrom: Well, Olivia, this is a pleasant surprise. Usually I have to track you
down.

Olivia: Well, you always make a point of talking to me, right? I thought it
was time I repaid the favor.

Chrom: Ha! Well, I'm honored. I remember the days when you couldn't say two
words at a time.

Olivia: I know! The old me wouldn't dream of just coming up to you and saying
hello. In fact, sometimes, when I'd see you coming, I'd run and hide in a
barrel!

Chrom: ...In a barrel? Er, yes. Well in any case, it seems I'm very much in
Basilio's debt. If not for him, we'd never have had the chance to become
friends.

Olivia: Oh, don't say that!

Chrom: To think I might have lived my whole life without knowing you...

Olivia: I know, I... I feel the same way. You even helped me be less shy
around other people! 'Cause if I can talk to you, I can talk to ANYONE!

Chrom: ...Am I so terrifying?

Olivia: Oh, no! No, it's not like that! You're an important person, you know?
A prince and our leader and all that? It's not folks just walk up to you and
start blabbing away.

Chrom: Hmm.. I see your point.

Olivia: But it's all right, because I'm not scared of you at all anymore. Hee
hee hee!

Chrom: I do so love that laugh.

Olivia: And I love seeing you relax instead of reading war books or whatever
you do!

Chrom: Well then, perhaps you would like to see more of me.

Olivia: Oh... Yeah, sure! Why not?

Chrom: Then perhaps you'd like to see me... all the time?

Olivia: Well... I would have to eat and sleep at some point, but...

Chrom: ...But perhaps we can do that together as well, if... ...If we were
married.

Olivia: Oh my gosh, WHAAAAAT?!

Chrom: Will you do me the honor, Olivia? Will you marry me?

Olivia: Hmm, let's see... Will I marry this smart, funny prince who's also
super handsome? YES! Of course I will! Yes!

Chrom: Well now you're making ME blush... Here, then. I've been carrying this
around and waiting for the right moment. Please take it as proof of my love
for you.

Olivia: C-Chrom, this ring bears the crest of the royal house of Ylisse! This
is priceless! I can't take it!

Chrom: My parents had it made on the occasion of my birth. They told me to
give it to the woman I would spend my life with. I'm only doing what it was
designed for in the first place.

Olivia: Th-thank you, Chrom. I shall wear it proudly for the rest of my days.

Chrom: I've been waiting for this moment my whole life, Olivia. Today I'm the
happiest man in all the realm!
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Chrom Special

*This is a special support conversation that happens after Chapter 11 if
Chrom marries Olivia. It plays after Lucina is shown to her father.

Olivia: G-good day, milord.

Chrom: Oh, hello, Olivia. What a pleasant surprise.

Olivia: Oh! Is it strange? ...Or untoward? I don't mean to be so! I just
thought, since you're always so nice to me, I should...

Chrom: I'm happy you're here. I've always like talking to you. Especially
since you've become less... Well, terrified of me than before, heh heh...

Olivia: Heh ha, I know! It is so very strange. I've always been painfully shy
around strangers, and even some acquaintances. Even a nod sends me running!
But... not with you.

Chrom: Basilio deserves my thanks. Were it not for his introduction, we may
never have met.

Olivia: I... I suppose not.

Chrom: You're smiling! ...Heh. It suits you.

Olivia: Really? I'm still so new at it. ...Smiling, I mean. ...At you. Until
recently, the very thought of you had me weeping in despair!

Chrom: What? But why?

Olivia: No! Not in a bad way! It's just... Well, you're our leader, and such
an important man, and we could never...

Chrom: ...Be together?

Olivia: But it's all right! I've made my peace with it. It's just... I've
never felt this way about a man. It's strange. In a good way. ...I think.

Chrom: You're smiling again.

Olivia: So are you! And I never get to see THAT on the battlefield!

Chrom: I'm never this happy on a battlefield. And rarely this happy off it...

Olivia: Milord...

Chrom: Olivia, I'm going to say something, and you're likely going to think
me mad. I know that we barely know each other, but I feel something...
extraordinary for you.

Olivia: Y-you do?

Chrom: And not just when you dance! I feel it all the time. You're all I
think about.

Olivia: Are you saying...

Chrom: I think I love you. And I know that's madness! I KNOW it! But you know
what? It doesn't matter. My sister always followed her heart, so now I'm
going to follow mine... Olivia, will you marry me?

Olivia: Holy gods! I mean... Yes... Yes, Chrom! Yes, oh yes! I will marry
you!

Chrom: I can't promise it will be easy, but I can promise you my heart.

Olivia: Your heart is all I need.

Chrom: I... I can't believe you said yes. I was worried you might run
screaming, heh heh. Oh! Wait! I nearly forgot. I have something for you...
Here. Take it as a sign of my devotion.

Olivia: Your royal ring? But this must be so precious to you!

Chrom: I've found something more precious... My parents had this ring crafted
to celebrate my birth. They wanted me to give it to the woman I would spend
my life with. Take it, and know I will stand by you until the day I die.

Olivia: Chrom, this is... It's all too much.

Chrom: This is a love kindled quickly, but it burns bright in me. It is a
love that will last. I believe it with all that I am.

Olivia: If this is madness, then lock me up and discard the key! I hope to
never draw sane breath again!

Chrom: So be it! We'll be crazy in love, together.
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10. Frederick C

Olivia: Er, Frederick?

Frederick: Yes, milady? How may I be of service?

Olivia: Well, see, I was wondering... And this may be an odd question, but...
Well, what do you think of me?

Frederick: Think of you, milady? *Ahem* Well, you are flexible of limb and
move with an economy of motion. You have the qualities of a superior fencer.
I would recommend a light rapier to start.

Olivia: No, I'm not talking about being a soldier. What I mean is... What do
you think of me as a woman?

Frederick: Do I find you attractive? Is that your meaning?

Olivia: I suppose so, yes.

Frederick: Hmm... A difficult question, if I may speak bluntly. I'd not
thought of you in such terms before, and so cannot provide a meaningful
answer.

Olivia: Oh. That's just what he said...

Frederick: Who?

Olivia: Khan Basilio. He never takes me seriously, no matter what I do. I
guess I just don't have any appeal for older men. My dance teacher once told
me I had to learn how to captivate anyone. Otherwise, no one would believe my
performance.

Frederick: So your interest was professional rather than personal. I see...
While I'm sure you are blessed with many charms, they are sadly lost upon me.
I'm sorry I could not be more encouraging. Now, if you will excuse me...

Olivia: Er, yes. Thanks, I guess.
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Frederick B

Frederick: Might I have a word, milady?

Olivia: What is it?

Frederick: I wanted to return to our conversation from the other day. I took
it upon myself to ask some fellow soldiers wheter they found you attractive.
Almost to a man, they asserted that you are extremely charming! Many also
commented most heartily on some of your... other features. Futhermore, most
of the respondents are older than you, in some cases very much so. In
conclusion, therefore, I think we can safely say that you possess wide
appeal.

Olivia: ...Wait. How many people did you ask?

Frederick: Well, let's see. I spoke with all the Shepherds, so that would
be... Oh, and I also queried those farmers in the last village we passed...
Ah, and the beggars at the side of the road! Mustn't forget them. So that
means-

Olivia: AAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGH!

Frederick: Er, milady? Are you not pleased by these most favorable results?

Olivia: FREDERICK! Everyone's going to think that I asked YOU to ask THEM!

Frederick: ...I had not considered that.

Olivia: Oh, gods... I have to leave. I have to run away right now...

Frederick: W-wait, milady! I am so terribly sorry! Please allow me to make
amends. Perhaps I could travel with you whenever you go out in public. Then
you can simply hide behind my person whenever someone approaches.

Olivia: ...This is the worst day ever.
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Frederick A

Olivia: I'm really surprised how easy it is to hide behind you, Frederick. I
don't think anyone has seen me in the camp for days!

Frederick: I am delighted to be of service, milady. For one such as I, whose
life is devoted to such endeavors, it is no small matter.

Olivia: So, um, you don't mind that I'm hiding behind you all the time?
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Frederick: Quire the opposite. I am happy to perform my duty.

Olivia: Oh, goody! Thank you, Frederick!

Frederick: I must say, milady, having spent so much time with you recently,
I... Well, I am starting to see why the others found you so charming.

Olivia: Y-you are?

Frederick: Yes, I am.

Olivia: Erm, I don't suppose you could tell me exactly what you like about
me?

Frederick: Please, milady! Do not stare at me with those beseeching eyes!

Olivia: Some details would be nice, Frederick. ...You know. For professional
reasons.

Frederick: I see. May I have the time to put it into words? My feelings on
the subject are still... vague.

Olivia: Okay. But just don't take too long!
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Frederick S

Olivia: Ha! I finally cornered you! Have you been trying to avoid me? You
know you cannot hide forever!

Frederick: A-avoid you, milady?! Perish the thought! Nothing was further from
my mind.

Olivia: So why haven't I seen you around camp in forever? Hmmm?

Frederick: I've been busy with... preparations. For example, I had this made.

Olivia: A ring? But why did... Wait, there's something on it... "To Olivia,
with all my love." Frederick?! I don't understand.

Frederick: I am not a man accustomed to speaking of affairs of the heart, so
I shall be brief. This ring is meant as an expression of the great love and
affection I feel for you. You would do me a great honor if you were to accept
it.

Olivia: ...You want to marry me?!

Frederick: That is my intent, yes.

Olivia: Oh, how did you know?! Oh my gosh, yes! Yes, yes, yes! I've been
crazy about you forever!

Frederick: I hereby swear that I will lay down my life in order to protect
you!

Olivia: Well, that's... a bit harsh, but I like the sentiment, I guess. Oh,
thank you, Frederick. You gallant, wonderful man! I'm so excited we're
getting married! It's like a dream come true!

Frederick: For both of us, Olivia. For both of us!
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10. Virion C

Olivia: Tra-la-la-la-LAAAAAA!

Virion: Oh ho!

Olivia: Eek! Wh-who's there?!

Virion: My apologies, fair maiden. I had no wish to startle you.

Olivia: Virion? Oh, thank goodness it's only you.

Virion: Goodness, indeed! It appears the young maiden trusts me as a friend.
Although, speaking as a man of passion, I am unsure if this pleases me or
not.

Olivia: Huh? What do you mean?

Virion: Ah, it is no matter. Now please! Tell me more of your intoxicating
promenade! I find it strange that you are performing a dance for two all by
your lonesome.

Olivia: You're familiar with this dance?

Virion: I have, on many occasions, taken the gentleman's part.

Olivia: Erm, I don't suppose you'd care to show me the steps? I m-mean, if
it's no trouble! I'm trying to learn it, you see, but it would be SO much
easier with a partner!

Virion: Virion has never refused a plea from a damsel in need, and he shall
not begin now! I will teach you what I know. I will teach you... EVERYTHING!

Olivia: Oh! That's great!
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Virion B

Virion: And STEP and STEP aaand... BACK!

Olivia: L-like that?

Virion: Ah, it brings a tear to my eye. You have captured it perfectly!

Olivia: Well, it's all thanks to my kind and patient teacher!

Virion: A lady should be handled like a baby bird. Gently... and yet ever
mindful that at any moment she could fly away!

Olivia: No one would care if I flew away...

Virion: My lady Olivia appears to be unaware of her many talents and charms!

Olivia: Oh, stop it, Virion. You're just saying that because I happen to be
standing here.

Virion: That they are hidden behind that gawky exterior makes them all the
more beguiling!

Olivia: Okay, maybe don't stop.

Virion: That is why your dances inspire so many of us on the battlefield.
But, if I may be so bold, a little more confidence would not be entirely
remiss.

Olivia: Th-thank you for your honesty, Virion. I appreciate the praise. Even
if it's just idle flattery, it makes me want to try harder.

Virion: Idle flattery?! My lady, you wound me! I speak as one possessed by
beauty.

Olivia: See, now I KNOW you're lying! You say the exact same things to all
the girls.

Virion: Perhaps. But it is never a lie!

Olivia: Er, right. But if EVERYONE is as beautiful as you claim, doesn't that
mean-

Virion: *Ahem!* That's enough chitchat for today! We must continue our
lesson.

Olivia: Yes, of course. Ready when you are!
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Virion A

Olivia: Tra-la-la-la-LAAAAAA!

Virion: Ah, if it isn't my little dancing bird. Practicing solo again, are
we?

Olivia: Oh, hello, Virion. I was just rehearsing the steps for this new
dance. It's very... ardent.

Virion: Yet you find it difficult to do so alone. Am I correct?

Olivia: Er, well, yes, actually. How did you know?

Virion: Tsk-tsk. I am your teacher! I know these things. Well then! I shall
simply have to instruct you... personally.

Olivia: W-well, that would be fine, except...

Virion: Yeeeeeeeees?

Olivia: Well, it's just that you're so very good! Far better than me,
actually. I have two left feet! No, two left HANDS where my feet should be!
So when you're close, I just... I get so nervous.

Virion: So you prefer to dance alone, then? This is your solution?

Olivia: Er, yes...

Virion: Very well. As you are a fair lady, I shall respect your wishes.
HOWEVER! As you dance, I shall be dancing right along with you. There is no
need for hand-holding or the exchange of sultry glances! I can instruct you
perfectly well from across the room.

Olivia: W-would you mind?

Virion: Ha ha! My dear lady, I have done far worse in the name of far less.
Shall we begin? And a one, and a two...

Olivia: Hee hee! You're right! It's SO much better when you have a partner!
Even if the partner is spinning across the room...

Virion: 'Tis a dance meant for two, my lady. That is the only way to do it
justice.

Olivia: Oh, Virion! I'm so glad I asked for your help!

Virion: You are not the first to utter such a sentiment.

Olivia: Thanks to you, I've perfected yet another dance. I'm starting to
believe I might have some talent after all.

Virion: I'm pleased that the knowledge granted by my noble pedigree could be
put to use.

Olivia: *Siiigh* He's soooo dreamy...

Virion: Pardon? Did you say something?

Olivia: What? Who, me? Oh, gosh no! Um, but... Do you think I could maybe
have another lesson soon?
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Virion S

Olivia: *Sigh*

Virion: Tsk! Such a world-wear and forlorn sigh ill suits my young protégé!

Olivia: S-sorry...

Virion: I might be able to help, if only you would share with me the nature
of your sorrow. In my time, I have lifted cares from the shoulders of many a
mournful maid.

Olivia: N-no. Please, Virion. Just leave me alone.

Virion: It breaks my heart to see a woman in such desperation... Especially
one whom I love with all of my being.

Olivia: Oh, stop it. Just stop. You don't love me. You're just saying things
again.

Virion: You do not believe me?

Olivia: Ha! I wager you say that to every girl you see! Love probably strikes
you three times before breakfast.

Virion: Then you are wrong! I have never said it to anyone, ever.

Olivia: T-truly?

Virion: Truly, my dear.

Olivia: B-but you're always asking girls to marry you.

Virion: I admit, I am quite fond of proposing to... Well, most anyone I meet.
But I have told none that I loved them with all my heart.

Olivia: I don't know...

Virion: Olivia, tell me! Do you feel for me as strongly as I feel for you?

Olivia: *Sniff* O-of course, you foolish man! I've loved you from the moment
we met!

Virion: Then perhaps you will accept this gift as proof of my affections?

Olivia: It's... a ring. For me?

Virion: Look how beautiful it is upon your finger! Like a butterfly in the
moonlight it sparkles!

Olivia: It DOES look beautiful...

Virion: At last, I have made you smile. Would you care to dance together to
celebrate this wonderful moment?

Olivia: Oh, Virion! Of course!
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10. Stahl C

Stahl: Say, Olivia? Could I trouble you for-

Olivia: Aah!

Stahl: Um, sorry. Did I startle you?

Olivia: N-no, you were just... so close.

Stahl: Er, but I'm... way over here. Funny, I tend to think of myself as one
of of the less-imposing Shepherds.

Olivia: I'm sorry. It's just that when people look at me, I get... nervous.

Stahl: Is that so? I have just the thing. Wait here!

Olivia: Um, Stahl? Where did you-

Stahl: Here we are!

Olivia: A letter?

Stahl: I wrote my request down. That way you don't have to talk to me.

Olivia: Oh! Right. Well then, let me see... Oh, you want a needle and thread?
Sure! Shall I bring them by your tent later?

Stahl: Just drop 'em by the front flap. That way you won't have to worry
about another conversation.

Olivia: Outside your tent, then. Got it. Th-thank you. I'm sorry...

Stahl: Hey, you're the one doing me a favor! This is the least I can do.
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Stahl B

Stahl: I'll just leave the letter here, Olivia. No rush.

Olivia: I'll be sure to read it. And sorry again.

Stahl: I've told you, it's no trouble at all. Though it might be nice to have
a leisurely conversation at some point. Anyway, so long as it's nothing
personal, I'm not worried.

Olivia: Oh, n-no! It's like this with everyone until I get used to being
around them. I'm just... not good with strangers.

Stahl: I see. So you can't talk to strangers, but you can talk to friends?

Olivia: U-usually?

Stahl: All right. In that case... *AHEM!* Bwa ha ha! Aye, lass! Bring me some
meat and mead! Let's rumble!

Olivia: Er... what?

Stahl: Well, since you've known Basilio for so long, I thought I could act
like him. You know? To make you feel more at ease?

Olivia: THAT was your Basilio impression?!

Stahl: It sounded a lot better in my head...

Olivia: Wow, that was seriously terrible! But you know what? Seeing something
that embarrassing has made me less embarrassed!

Stahl: Well then, I guess it was worth it. Next time I'll try to come up with
a plan that lets me retain a shred of dignity.

Olivia: Hee hee. I'm looking forward to it.
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Stahl A

Stahl: You seem calm today, Olivia. Perhaps you've gotten used to me?

Olivia: It seems so, doesn't it! I'm sorry it took so much time and effort.

Stahl: Hey, no apologizing! Everything worked out in the end, right?

Olivia: I still can't believe you did impressions of everyone I know AND my
entire family!

Stahl: I can't believe how bad I am at doing impressions.

Olivia: Basilio was the best of the bunch. ...Which is terrifying.

Stahl: Heh heh heh...

Olivia: Hee hee!

Stahl: Pfffaaah ha ha ha ha! Man, that was so bad...

Olivia: Hee hee hee! You have a gift for making people laugh, Stahl. You're a
comedic genius!

Stahl: Heh. Funny looking, maybe. I dunno about my future on stage, though.

Olivia: I wish I had your talent. It would be nice to make people smile in
these dark times. All I do is wind up making them uncomfortable...

Stahl: Not when you're dancing! That's some motivational stuff right there.
It makes me feel alive somehow. It gives me the courage to continue.

Olivia: You... really think so?

Stahl: Hey, I'm a genius, remember? So can the negativity!

Olivia: I think that may be the kindest thing anyone's ever said to me,
Stahl. I'm so glad we're friends.

Stahl: The pleasure's all mine.
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Stahl S

Stahl: Hello, Olivia.

Olivia: Hey, Stahl! Did you need something?

Stahl: I have something to give you.

Olivia: ...A letter? I think we've moved past the letter stage now, Stahl.

Stahl: I know, but this time I'M feeling shy.

Olivia: Uh-oh. Did I say something to make you uncomfortable?

Stahl: No, no. You're perfect. It's just... Look, just open it. Please?

Olivia: Well, all right.

Stahl: .....

Olivia: Er, Stahl? The envelope is completely... Oops! Something just fell
out! ...Is that a ring?

Stahl: It's for you.

Olivia: Oh! Then you...

Stahl: I... I love you, Olivia. And I want to be with you as your husband, if
you'll have me.

Olivia: Er, I'm... I don't...

Stahl: You don't have to answer right now. Take some time and think it over.

Olivia: N-no, that won't be necessary. I know my answer. I was just a bit
surprised you were actually asking me. But I guess if we're both a bit
bashful about this, it's a good sign. So yes, Stahl. I'd love to marry you.

Stahl: Oh, Olivia! Thank you! I swear I'll make you happy!

Olivia: Hee! You already have.
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10. Vaike C

Vaike: ...Huh?

Olivia: *Sob*

Vaike: What's wrong there, Olivia? Whatcha cryin' about?

Olivia: The scent on the wind...

Vaike: *Sniff*...Huh? Wind smells fine to me! What's wrong with it?

Olivia: It's the fragrance of change-of the passing of the seasons. I cannot
help but weep.

Vaike: It's the what now?

Olivia: Oh, no! Did I say that out loud?! Oh, I'm so EMBARASSED! D-don't look
at me!

Vaike: Er, yeah. I'm gettin' increasingly confused by this conversation.

Olivia: Why do these kinds of things ALWAYS happen to me?!

Vaike: You mean sniffin' the air and breakin' into uncontrollable sobs?

Olivia: Stars on a cloudless night... A single strawberry on a plate... A
flock of birds soaring across the blue skies... Such beauty strikes my heart
and overcomes me with emotion!

Vaike: Just sounds like yer cryin' over a buncha weird stuff, if ya ask me.
But hey, we've all got our problems, right?

Olivia: Yes... I suppose so.

Vaike: Er, so these mooning fits of yours don't happen on the battlefield,
right?

Olivia: Oh, no! In combat, I remain totally focused at all times.

Vaike: See then? Ya got nothin' to worry about! Still, ya might wanna avoid
sniffin' the air with other folks around. People might think you're weird.

Olivia: Er, yes. I'll try to keep that in mind. I'm sorry for putting you to
trouble.

Vaike: You ain't gotta apologize to ol' Teach! Just keep yer chin up, all
right?

Olivia: Oh, yes. Of course. I'm sorry I'm not more cheer-

Vaike: Ogre's teeth, lady! Stop apologizin'!

Olivia: S-sorry...
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Vaike B

Vaike: .....

Olivia: Oh, I'm SO sorry, Vaike!

Vaike: Lemme guess: ya saw a wildflower at the bottom of the cliff and got
all weepy. And THEN ya nearly fell off the dang thing 'cause ya couldn't see.
That the gist of it?

Olivia: Th-that's about it, yes. If you hadn't come along...

Vaike: You'd have plummeted to your death. I know. Listen, why are you like
this?

Olivia: I don't know! I just... *sniff*

Vaike: You're like one'a them long-haired weirdos that bangs gongs in the
street.

Olivia: *Sniff* I'm sorry...

Vaike: Gads, you do like to apologize, don't ya? I really wish you'd knock it
off.

Olivia: S-sorry...

Vaike: Look, stop it. Try to say somethin' else for a change, all right? Like
"Oh, Vaike, yer so wonderful!" or... somethin'.

Olivia: Er, well... That is...

Vaike: C'mon, you don't have to be so shy! You're talkin' to the Vaike here!

Olivia: Th-thank you.

Vaike: Hmmmmmmm?

Olivia: For... you know. Saving me. Just now.

Vaike: Oh, that. Har har! That ain't nothin'.

Olivia: Oh, gosh. That wasn't a very good thank you, was it? I'm so sorr-

Vaike: DON'T say it! It was great! Perfect! No need for any more apologizin'!

Olivia: Oh, you must forgiv- Er, I mean... all right.
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Vaike A

Olivia: Oh, er, Vaike?

Vaike: Yep?

Olivia: I... wanted to say something about earlier. When I almost fell off
the cliff?

Vaike: Just so long as ya don't go apologizin' again!

Olivia: Oh, no. Actually, what I wanted to say was... Vaike, I think you're
wonderful.

Vaike: Huh?

Olivia: Oh, GODS! Did I say the wrong thing?! I did, didn't I? Oh, I'm just
going-

Vaike: No, it was fine! I just... wasn't expectin' it, is all. And while I
agree about the wonderful bit, what's it got to do with the cliff?

Olivia: Well, er, it's just that when we spoke afterward, you told me... That
is...
See, you asked me to say that you're wonderful. So I thought about it, and-

Vaike: That was AGES ago!

Olivia: Er, so?

Vaike: Look, Olivia. Ya can't just go savin' up compliments for whenever. If
somebody does somethin' great like savin' yer life, ya tell 'em right away!
Not weeks later when everyone's forgotten about it!

Olivia: Oh. Sorry...

Vaike: .....

Olivia: But you DID save my life. So now I have to find some way to repay
you.

Vaike: Well, there is ooone thing you could do for me, I s'pose. Wanna hear
it?

Olivia: Oh, yes! Please, I'd love to!

Vaike: No more apologizin' to me. Ever.

Olivia: Er...

Vaike: "Sorry this" and "sorry that" makes it impossible to have a proper
chat.
And, frankly, I was kinda hopin' we could sit down and talk sometime!

Olivia: Oh? I-I see... Then I'll try...
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Vaike S

Vaike: Say, Olivia, you got a sec? I was hopin' we could chat.

Olivia: Of course, Vaike. What is it?

Vaike: Well, I was just thinkin'... Ever since ya stopped with the
apologizin', we've been havin' some great times! Don't ya think?

Olivia: Oh, er... yes... I suppose... I mean, I like talking to you! ...I
think. Mostly.

Vaike: Right! And 'cause it's all goin' so swimmingly, I thought I'd give ya
this. If ya take it, we'll be able to keep talkin' till we're old and batty!

Olivia: ...Oh my gosh, Vaike. Is this a ring?

Vaike: Oh, and uh... You know our little rule? Well, consider it suspended
for now.

Olivia: What do you mean?

Vaike: I mean, ya can apologize to me right now if... ya know. If ya need to.
Otherwise it'd be hard for ya to turn me down and all. I mean, if that were-
Hey, are you backin' away from me?

Olivia: Oh, gods, I'm SO embarrassed, I have to... I have to...

Vaike: Hey, it ain't like I do this every day either, sister! Mopin' monkeys,
she just took off! She's a funny one, that girl. Hope she comes back soon.
The Vaike don't wanna stand here all day long like a chump... ..... Yup.
Aaanytime would be great. Just any old time now.

Olivia: ...Er, Vaike?

Vaike: There she is!

Olivia: Um, that was... I mean... I shouldn't have run off like that.

Vaike: It's all right. You can say it. I told ya, apologies'll be accepted.

Olivia: No. That's the thing... You don't have to lift the rule. ...See?

Vaike: ...You're wearin' it? You're wearin' the ring!

Olivia: I think it suits me.

Vaike: Course it does! I ordered it all special for ya!

Olivia: I'm very honored, Vaike. Er, Vaike?

Vaike: Yep?

Olivia: I.. I love you.

Vaike: Holy ogre toes! Why didn't ya say so before now?!

Olivia: Because I'm... bad at communicating...

Vaike: Look, I tell ya what. You marry me, and I'll do the talkin' for the
both of us. Sound like a plan?

Olivia: It certainly does!
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10. Kellam C

Olivia: Um, excuse me. Do you have a second? I need some advice...

Kellam: What, me? S-sure, I suppose.

Olivia: It's just that I've been feeling, well... useless lately.

Kellam: That's crazy talk! Your dancing is an inspiration to us all!

Olivia: There must be SOMETHING I can do besides flail my arms about...

Kellam: Hmm... Well, can you cook?

Olivia: I mean, my grandmother taught me how to bake cakes and other
desserts... Would that really be helpful?

Kellam: Are you kidding? Everyone LOVES dessert! It's the best meal of the
day.

Olivia: Hmm, I suppose I could give it a shot. Let's see... I'll need honey
and raisins... Oh, and a whole lot of butter!

Kellam: Mmm... I'm drooling already!

Olivia: Hee hee. You're pretty smart for a tree, you know that? Thanks for
listening!

Kellam: Oh. She was... talking to the tree. Guess she didn't notice me there.
Er, well, good luck all the same, Olivia!
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Kellam B

Olivia: Oh, Mr. Tree, it was wonderful! Everyone loved my cakes!

Kellam: Um, I'm not a tree...

Olivia: But the strangest thing happened! See, I couldn't find any honey...
But right when I was about to give up, a big jar appeared in my bag! Some
gallant stranger must have helped me in my hour of need! *siiigh*

Kellam: Happy to help, Olivia. I just... I... Uh-oh... WAAAAAA-CHOO!

Olivia: K-Kellam?!

Kellam: Stupid pollen! It's just been so out of control these past... Oh. Um,
hello, Olivia.

Olivia: Goodness, you scared me! Where did you come from? Oh, wait. You
dropped something.

Kellam: Wait, you don't have to-

Olivia: ...Honey? Kellam, was that you?

Kellam: S-sorry. I'll be on my way.

Olivia: Wait, Kellam! ...Thank you.

Kellam: N-no! Thank you! The cakes were delicious.

Olivia: Then I'll have to make more right away. You mind if I take this
honey?

Kellam: It's all yours.
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Kellam A

Olivia: Kellam? Keeeeeellam... HEY, KELLAM!

Kellam: I'm right here.

Olivia: Oh, there you are! I've been calling your name all over camp.

Kellam: Do you need more honey?

Olivia: No, not today. I just...Here. This is for you.

Kellam: Oh, it looks like a little star. What is it?

Olivia: It's called rock candy. I thought you could eat it while you march.

Kellam: What a good idea! I'm sure everyon will appreciate the boost.

Olivia: No, they... It's not for them. I made it for you.

Kellam: Just for me?

Olivia: J-just you.

Kellam: That's very kind, Olivia. Thank you. I can't wait to try it.

Olivia: I hope you like it.

Kellam: If there's, um... anything else I can ever help with, just say so.

Olivia: I will. Thank you.
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Kellam S

Olivia: .....

Kellam: Hello, Olivia.

Olivia: WAAH! Hee hee... You caught me again. I was going to slip this flower
into your bag.

Kellam: Heh. It's tough to slip past me undetected. I'm kind of an expert,
after all.

Olivia: You're always sneaking ingredients and little treats into my things,
Kellam. It's not fair that I can't do the same...

Kellam: Speaking of which... Um... Have you checked your purse today?

Olivia: ...Oh, you're right, there's a little pouch! You rascal. I can't
imagine what- ...Kellam? This is a ring.

Kellam: It's nothing fancy, but my mother made it and it;s very special to
me. She said I should give it to the woman I love, and so... Um... Olivia,
will you marry me?

Olivia: .....

Kellam: Oh... S-sorry, forget I-

Olivia: NO! I m-mean, not no! I mean yes! Yes, Kellam. Yes, of course. It's
just... I'm overcome, is all. I feel... Happy. So very, very happy. ...Thank
you, Kellam.

Kellam: I love you, Olivia. I have since the very first moment I saw you.

Olivia: Ooh... That makes me all... wobbly inside. D-don't look at me!

Kellam: Anytime you start feeling shym I'll just disappear into the woodwork.
That's part of what makes us such a great pair.

Olivia: Oh no you don't. This is my weird problem, and I'm going to fix it.
So I'm going to need you to help me.

Kellam: We have the rest of our lives to work it out, Olivia.

Olivia: Yes, we do, don't we... Oh, Kellam, I'm so happy!
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10. Lon'qu C

Lon'qu: Hiii-YA! ....Hmph. Another failure

Olivia: Oh, that's too bad.

Lon'qu: Olivia? Have you been watching me?

Olivia: Oh, sorry. I hope I wasn't intruding It's just that Khan Basilio used
to practice that same move.

Lon'qu: It is a strike that I have yet to master. But one day I shall! When
Basilio slices the water jar open, not a drop is spilled.

Olivia: I know! It's crazy, huh? Somehow, he slices through it so cleanly
that the flask doesn't shatter.

Lon'qu: I have power, accuracy, and speed... What am I lacking?

Olivia: Not that I'm an expert, but I don't think power has anything to do
with it.
When Basilio does it, he barely even swings his blade.

Lon'qu: You have observed him this closely?

Olivia: Well, er, yes. I suppose so.

Lon'qu: Then watch me as I attempt the trick again. Tell me if you see what I
do wrong. But please-do not stand so close to me!

Olivia: Oh, um, okay...
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Lon'qu B

Lon'qu: Hii-YA! Damnation! Again I fail! The flask shatters under the blow
every time...

Olivia: Hey, Lon'qu? Perhaps you should take a break? Dinner's almost over.

Lon'qu: Stay, woman! Not one step closer!

Olivia: Eeek! Sorry! I didn't mean to... Wait, do I make you nervous?

Lon'qu: Anyway, I am not hungry. You may give my portion to someone else.

Olivia: I don't know if that's a good idea. You need to keep you energy up.
Although, I guess if anyone can skip meals, it's you. Basilio did say he
never knew anyone with more self-discipline.

Lon'qu: ...Basilio said this to you directly?

Olivia: Well, yeah. He talks about you all the time, actually. Always saying
you're a genious with the blade and his true rival and blah blah blah. He
talks about you to anyone within earshot. We're all bored of it, honestly.

Lon'qu: I did not know Basilio felt thus.

Olivia: You look pleased.

Lon'qu: Wh-what? *cough* No, n-not at all. I care not what he thinks of me.
..Perhaps I will eat after all. Excuse me.
(Lon'qu leaves)

Olivia: Hee hee. He can't fool me! That stern facade of his COMPLETELY fell
away. He was blushing like a tomato!
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Lon'qu A

Lon'qu: ...Curses. Will I never do this?!

Olivia: Oooh, you were SO close that time!

Lon'qu: You call that close? I call it pathetic. I've yet to strike a flask
without it shattering into a million pieces!

Olivia: Well, sure. But-

Lon'qu: Bah, I'll never be a match for Basilio, let alone his better...

Olivia: Have you forgotten what Basilio said?

Lon'qu: That I'm a genious? His greatest rival? Empty words, designed only to
flatter. I have talent, but I lack the true heart of a warrior. THAT is his
meaning!

Olivia: That's not true at all! You WILL become his rival someday. You musn't
give up, Lon'qu!

Lon'qu: I understand now why I cannot cleave the flask. I have speed and
power, but my heart is weak and irresolute. Without courage and conviction of
purpose, my blade wavers and shatters the flask.

Olivia: Um, okay?

Lon'qu: Yet, even though I know this, I am powerless to cure myself.
Especially in your prescence!

Olivia: Hey, I've got an idea!

Lon'qu: Wh-what are you doing?! Release me! Release my hand, I say!

Olivia: Breathe, Lon'qu. Let the tension flow from your body... I know you
can do it, Lon'qu! I believe in you!

Lon'qu: O-Olivia...

Olivia: No one is more resolute in purpose than you. You just have to
believe.

Lon'qu: V-very well... Just let go of me!

Olivia: Oh, gosh! Sorry! I didn't mean to be so... um... sweaty. Yikes this
is embarassing. I left a big red handprint on your wrist. Um, does it hurt?

Lon'qu: It does not hurt, but the experience was nonetheless terrible.
However, I hear what you say, and I shall not give up.

Olivia: That's the spirit! I believe in you, Lon'qu! I know you'll make
Basilio proud!

Lon'qu: We shall see.
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Lon'qu S

Olivia: ......

Lon'qu: Hiiiyaaargh!

Olivia: Huh? Did you miss it?

Lon'qu: ...Look again.

Olivia: Oh my gosh, Lon'qu! You did it!

Lon'qu: At last I have succeeded.

Olivia: I'm so proud of you!

Lon'qu: ......

Olivia: Whoops-sorry! I guess I kinda grabbed your hand there, huh? I know
you don't like being touched, but I just got so excited and-

Lon'qu: I don't mind. ...With you.

Olivia: Y-you don't?! oh, sheesh. This is SO embarassing!

Lon'qu: Hm? But you're the one who grasped MY hand.

Olivia: Er, right. I know, but... Look, it's complicated.

Lon'qu: In any case. I must thank you for helping me master this skill I
couldn't have done it without you, Olivia. You make me stronger. And that is
why I would like to offer you this...

Olivia: Wow, what a pretty ring! Wait. Does this mean...

Lon'qu: I would like us to marry.

Olivia: I thought you didn't like women?

Lon'qu: *Cough* Er, I don't... As a rule. But you are no ordinary woman. With
you, I feel no embarassment. I do not tremble, or grow tongue-tied, or-

Olivia: You don't actually dislike women at all, do you? You just get nervous
around us!

Lon'qu: Are you saying I'm scared? Of women? Absurd! Because I'm not. Well,
mostly not. ...Well, perhaps. Olivia: Hee hee... I would never have guessed!
Hee hee hee hee!

Lon'qu: Why are you laughing?

Olivia: Don't you see? This means we're exactly the same! We both get
embarrassed, and we both have a hard time around people! We're gonna get
along PERFECTLY!

Lon'qu: D-does that mean... you accept my proposal?

Olivia: Do you even need to ask? I've liked you for ages, Lon'qu!

Lon'qu: I am delighted to hear that. I hereby vow to never leave you side...
I dedicate my sword to protecting you.

Olivia: And I promise to stay by your side as well for therest of my life!
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10. Donnel C

Donnel: The swan princess done lost her love, and now her luck is buuuuusted!

Olivia: She looks so sad beside the lake, her wedding ring a'rusted!

Donnel: Yikes! You done scared me, ma'am!

Olivia: Oh, did I? Gosh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. But that's
one of my favorite ballads, and I couldn't help but join in!

Donnel: Eh? You know that song?

Olivia: Oh, yes! All dancers dream of the day when they might perform as the
white swan.

Donnel: It's a sad song somethin' fierce, and I always get to feelin' low
when I sing it. Just the way that poor white swan princess is out lamentin'
her black swan prince. She sets out to journey 'round the world, hopin' to
meet him one more time. But while she's gone, the evil swans wreck her home
and put her realm to the torch! That's why she gets to cryin' out by that
pond in the song, most-like.

Olivia: But, Donnel, it doesn't end there. Don't you know the other verses?

Donnel: ...It don't end with that line about brewin' up tea?

Olivia: No, that's just the end of the middle act! Here's the rest... The
moon sees the swan princess sadly sipping her tea and takes pity on her. He
calls out to the black swan prince and tells him how the princess suffers.
When the prince hears this, he summons his allies and chases the wicked swans
away.Then prince and princess are reunited in the smoldering ruins of her
palace! There they embrace tenderly while the princess smiles softly up at
the moon.

Donnel: Well pluck my feathers and feed me grits! That ain't a sad song at
all!

Olivia: No, it's not.

Donnel: Gosh, thanks for settin' me straight, ma'am. I reckon I like it even
more now!

Olivia: Oh, you're very welcome!
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Donnel B

Donnel: Say, Olivia? I've been a'ponderin' that swan princess from the song.
You wanna know what I think? I reckon it really is a sad story.

Olivia: Oh? How so?

Donnel: The princess's whole kingdom was burned up, but they never got put
right.

Olivia: Well, it's true that the song doesn't mention rebuilding...

Donnel: So even if the white swan hitches up with her true love, her home's
still rubble. I don't see how she can be properly happy like that. I surely
don't.

Olivia: I'd...never thought of that.

Donnel: Right? It ain't no cheerful ditty at all- it's one'a them funeral
dirges!

Olivia: And if that's so, it casts her final act in an entirely different
light...

Donnel: Olivia? You chewin' on straw there? Whatcha mumblin' about?

Olivia: Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about the choreography for that song.
There was one point that always puzzled me, but I think you've given me the
answer.

Donnel: I did?

Olivia: In the choreography, the princess smiles at the moon when they
embrace.
But the movements are slow and sad, as if they were full of loss. I never
understood how she could be so sorrowful in the midst of an embrace.

But now I think I get it.

Donnel: She's happy for herself, but still thinkin' 'bout her home bein' all
busted up.

Olivia: Yes, exactly. Thank you, Donnel. This has been an eye-opening talk! I
might be able to add a whole new dimension to this dance.

Donnel: Gosh! I'd pay anythin' to see that!

Olivia: Erm well, I need much more practice. I'm not much of a dancer...

Donnel: Well, you get to rehearsin' and lemme know when yer ready to go!
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Donnel A

Olivia: Donnel? Do you mind coming over here for a second?

Donnel: What's up, Olivia?

Olivia: Er, well... I was hoping that you might want to watch me dance.

Donnel: Jumpin' jacksnakes! You're all done practicin'? Show me! Show me!

Olivia: Yes, but I can't dance without music. Would you be so kind as to
sing?

Donnel: Aw sure! But I only know the words partway.

Olivia: That's all right. I'll sing as I dance, in the sections you don't
know.

Donnel: Okeydokeys. Ready? Here goes nothin'! The moon was smilin' gently
down...
(Time passes)
Donnel: And now at last, the two embrace, and in his arms the swan does
sigh...

Olivia: Up she looks, with smile so wide, to gaze at the moon in the sky.

Donnel: ......

Olivia: Er, Donnel? ...Hello? Did you like it?

Donnel: Aw, shucks, Olivia! That's the purdiest thing I ever seen in m' while
darn life! *Sniff* Gosh... Aw, shucks...

Olivia: *Sniff* Donnel? You're crying!

Donnel: *Sniffle* So are you...

Olivia: *Sniffle* Heh... I guess I am. I got so caught up in the dance, I
actually became the white swan!

Donnel: I know! I'd a'sworn you were the princess!

Olivia: Oh, well now... It wasn't THAT good...

Donnel: I reckon I could watch you dance all day! ...Don't suppose ya would,
though.

Olivia: I might be up for one more...
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Donnel S

Donnel: ......

Olivia: Donnel?

Donnel: ......

Olivia: Donnel!

Donnel: What in tarnation? ...Oh, hi, Olivia.

Olivia: Is something wrong? You're just sitting there like a stunned toad. W-
was my dance that bad?

Donnel: Jeepers, no... I couldn't tear my eyes away, you were so beautiful.

Olivia: T-truly?

Donnel: It's like I was hypnotized or somethin'. Hope I ain't gettin' sick...

Olivia: Oh dear...

Donnel: I just get so weepy when I imagine you as the white swan. It's almost
like I'm the black swan and I've fallen in... Er... Which is by way of sayin'
I went'n bought ya this.

Olivia: Is that... a ring?

Donnel: Now, I know I'm no prince or black swan. ...More of an odd duck, I
s'pose. And I know a grubby old ring like this won't make a princess smile at
the moon but-

Olivia: Donnel, any gift from you has the power to make this princess smile.

Donnel: So does that mean...?

Olivia: I think it's time for me to dance again. Except, in this performance,
I won't be dancing for the black swan prince.

Donnel: N-no?

Olivia: No. This time I'm dancing for you. For you... my love...

Donnel: Aw, gosh! I'm gonna sing that song like it ain't never been sung
'fore!
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10. Ricken C

Ricken: Oh, cool. That's very interesting...

Olivia: Hello, Ricken. That sounds like quite the book you're reading.

Ricken: Hee hee hee! Oh, NOW I get it!

Olivia: *Ahem* Er, Ricken?

Ricken: Aaaaaaaah! Okay, okay, riiight... That makes perfect sense...

Olivia: Okay, now he's just ignoring me. HEY, RICKEN!

Ricken: Gyaaaaaaah!

Olivia: Eeeeeek!

Ricken: Jeepers, Olivia! What's the deal? You scared me out of my skin!

Olivia: I-I'm sorry! I just... Gosh, it's not like me to yell like that. How
embarrassing.

Ricken: Okay, well, I'm paying attention now. So what do you want?

Olivia: Er, nothing important, actually. You just seemed so absorbed in that
book of yours. I wanted to say how much I admired your dedication to
learning.

Ricken: Oh! Uh... right. Heh heh.

Olivia: So, then! That fascinating subject are you studying today?

Ricken: Actually, I'm not learning anything. This is a book of stories.

Olivia: Oh? Like fairy tales?

Ricken: More like ancient myths and legends. The one I'm reading now is about
a prince who falls in love with a forest maiden.

Olivia: It's a love story? Oh, wow. Those are my favorite kind.

Ricken: You, uh... You want to read it together?

Olivia: Oh, I'd LOVE to! Here, let me sit down next to you...

Ricken: Whoa! Space-bubble violation! I thought you were the shy type.

Olivia: Oh, I don't mind as long as you don't. Now come on, turn the page!

Ricken: Er, oookay. But why do you have that strange look in your eyes?
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Ricken B

Ricken: C-c-crikey, this story is giving me the heebie-jeebies!

Olivia: .....

Ricken: WAAAARGH! Hooo! That was a scary bit!

Olivia: *Yaaaaawn*

Ricken: Um, aren't you scared? Not even a little tiny bit? Not even when
Shanty Pete left his hook on the side of the carriage?

Olivia: Er, no. Not really.

Ricken: Wow, I thought you'd be shaking and telling me to close the book.

Olivia: *Shrug* I dunno. I've heard much scarier stories.

Ricken: Scarier than THIS one? *gulp* But, wait. I didn't think you were much
of a reader.

Olivia: It's true. Books are too heavy to carry when you travel as much as I
do. The stories I know are all spoken tales.

Ricken: So you just keep all your stories in your head?

Olivia: Exactly!

Ricken: I'm impressed! Not only can you dance, you have have an awesome
memory, too!

Olivia: Stop it. You're embarrassing me!

Ricken: Listen, for our next story, why don't you tell me one of yours?

Olivia: ...I'm not sure that's a good idea. I'm not a very good storyteller.
I probably won't do it justice... B-but if you REALLY insist, I suppose I
could tell you the scariest story I know.

Ricken: Y-you're getting that weird look in your eyes again...
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Ricken A

Ricken: Hey, Olivia! You have to finish the story you were telling!

Olivia: I didn't realize that you liked it so much!

Ricken: Are you kidding? I was totally into it! Besides, when you're telling
it, you really look like you're enjoying yourself. Your enthusiasm is
infectious!

Olivia: It's the performer's blood in me, I suppose. I simply love having a
rapt audience! There's nothing better than putting a smile on someone's face.

Ricken: You get a kick out of making other people happy? Man, you're awesome!

Olivia: R-really? Wow, no one has ever... Anyway, you wanted to hear the rest
of the story, right? I'll keep going, but you have to promise me something...
If anything scares you, stop me right away!

Ricken: Huh? But then I won't know how it--

Olivia: If you don't I can offer no assurances about what might happen... in
the night. There. I have warned you once. I will say no more on the subject.
Mwa ha ha ha ha...

Ricken: W-wait, is the story THAT scary?! Come on, really?!

Olivia: Well... ........ ....... BOO!

Ricken: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

Olivia: Hee hee. I'm sorry, Ricken. I was just setting the mood. It's a
little trick that Khan Basilio taught me. Do you like it? ...Ricken? What's
wrong? You're shaking like a leaf.

Ricken: It's just s-s-so scary. I don't know if... Oh, gosh... Look at me...
Pfft... Hee hee... Heh heh ha ha ha! Oh man, you really freaked me out there.
Ha ha!

Olivia: Hee hee! I really did get you, didn't I? You were terrified! Anyway,
shall we get on with the story? We left off at the haunted castle...

Ricken: Yep, I can't wait! Go on, get to it! You really are a great
entertainer, Olivia!
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Ricken S

Olivia: ...So, after overcoming many tribulations, the little cow concluded
its thrilling journey.

Ricken: Uh-huh? And then?!

Olivia: Safe at last, it grew a thick pelt of wool... and turned into a
sheep! ...The end.

Ricken: Hah! No WAY! Is that really how it ends?! That is SO awesome! Ha ha
ha!

Olivia: I like it, too. Of all stories I know, it's probably the silliest.

Ricken: Hee hee hee... Oh man, Olivia. You sure know how to spin a yarn! When
I'm with you, I'm pretty much laughing the whole time!

Olivia: R-really? Well, that's very kind of you to say.

Ricken: Wouldn't it be great if we could stay together forever?

Olivia: Hee hee. That would be great, wouldn't it? So anyway, do you want to
hear another story?

Ricken: N-no, Olivia. I don't think you understand.

Olivia: Hmm?

Ricken: Here. Th-this is for you...

Olivia: Ricken, is this a... ring?

Ricken: I... I really like you, Olivia! You're smart, and cute, and just
about the funniest person I've ever met! So what do you say? Do you want to
get married?

Olivia: Oh my gosh, Ricken! YES!

Ricken: REALLY?

Olivia: The truth is, Ricken, I've grown very fond of you. You enjoy my
stories like no one else... And you scream like a girl when I scare you,
which is awesome!

Ricken: Ha ha! You've started saying awesome! Thanks, Olivia. You won't
regret this!

Olivia: Hee hee. Of course, Ricken. And thank you, too. I'm looking forward
to spending an awesome life together!
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10. Gaius C

Gaius: Hey, baby.

Olivia: Ah! Gaius, isn't it? What can I do for you?

Gaius: I was wondering if you might give this a little taste test for me.

Olivia: Is that a frosted fruit pie? Sure, give it here!

Gaius: Well?

Olivia: *Cough* G-gracious! It's so sweet... *hack* *cough* Also, the crust
is oddly... soggy. No crunch or texture at all. *cough*

Gaius: Oh... yeah, huh? Shoot.

Olivia: If I were you, I'd march over to the baker and demand a refund!

Gaius: ...I made this.

Olivia: Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I didn't realize-

Gaius: No sweat. Wouldn't be the first time I went overboard with the sugar.

Olivia: Oh, Gaius, I'm SO sorry...

Gaius: Like I said, don't worry about-

Olivia: Sorry, sorry, SORRY! ARGH! Can you forgive me? Please?!

Gaius: Holy crap, lady! What's gotten into you?

Olivia: *Sniff* I didn't know it was YOUR pie! I said such rude and horrid
things! I just... When I think about the look on your face, I... Oh, dear...

Gaius: Hey, enough already. Seriously already. Seriously, you have GOT to get
control of yourself here. So my pie was awful. So what? At least now I know,
right?

Olivia: ...Oh. R-right.

Gaius: Look, would you be willing to try one of my pies again? It'd be nice
to get a comparison taste test.

Olivia: W-well, if you think it will help.
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Gaius B

Gaius: Hey, babe. You got a second?

Olivia: Of course. What do you need?

Gaius: I whipped up another pie. Went easy on the ol' sugar pile this time,
too. Anyway, you mind letting me know if it cuts the mustard?

Olivia: Um... Well, sure. Why not? Hand it over!

Gaius: Well? How is it?

Olivia: ...You know what? It's not bad.

Gaius: You're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?

Olivia: Absolutely not! Besides, you'd know. I'm a truly terrible liar.

Gaius: Well, all right then! Glad you like it.

Olivia: Say, Gaius? Why do you ask ME to taste your pies? There are tons of
people in camp who'd be happy for a free bite.

Gaius: It's 'cause you're a dancer. See, the way I see it, you've got a
sensitive soul. The Shepherds are a stout bunch and great if you need to
throw down. But most of those clods couldn't tell a turnip from a sirloin. I
think I saw Chrom eating an unpeeled orange the other day. No kidding!

Olivia: Hee hee! That sounds about right!

Gaius: See? You know what I'm talking about.

Olivia: You're trouble, mister. Saying such mean things about our fellow
Shepherds...

Gaius: Evem if they're true?

Olivia: Especially if they're true! Hee hee hee! Oh, but who am I to laugh?
I'm useless at everything.

Gaius: That's so wrong, I don't even know how to respond. So you know what?
I'm gonna just pretend you never said it. Anyway, I'm still working on my
recipe, so I'll be needing your services again.

Olivia: O-of course! Anytime...
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Gaius A

Olivia: Hello, Gaius! Do you have another pie for me?

Gaius: You bet I do, baby! Now strap yourself in, and get ready to ride the
flavor stallion!

Olivia: Oh my goodness! I don't know if- Er, well, all right. Gimme that.

Gaius: ...Well?

Olivia: *Horf, snarf, chomp, munch* Oh gods... So good... Soooooo gooooood...

Gaius: We have a winner! Ding ding ding!

Olivia: I wish there was more! But say, Gaius. Doesn't it get exhausting?
Making pies all the time, I mean. Just gathering all the ingredients alone
must be a full-time occpation.

Gaius: You got that right. Even basic stuff is rare in times like these.

Olivia: Then why do you do it?

Gaius: I dunno. I guess I just like pie. Although there's a challenge to it
that I find kind of fun, too. And it's always nice to see fellow fighters'
eyes light up when I bring 'em a snack.

Olivia: Hmm...

Gaius: You're humming. What's going on?

Olivia: Gaius, I don't think you're being completely honest.

Gaius: Huh? Honest Gaius is what they used to call me back in school!
..Well, that and Booger Brain. But mostly it was Honest Gaius.

Olivia: Hmm... I suppose we'll see, won't we? But if you make another pie,
you have to promise to bring it to me! All right?

Gaius: What the lady wants, the lady gets!
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Gaius S

Gaius: So, Olivia. How's the pie today?

Olivia: *Munch, munch* Can't talk. Eating.

Gaius: The tension is killing me!

Olivia: ...It's DELICIOUS!

Gaius: Truly?

Olivia: Gaius, that pie was pastry perfection. Don't change a thing.

Gaius: Well then, maybe you should have another slice.

Olivia: Don't mind if I do! *munch, munch* ...OW! What the heck? I just bit
something really hard! Wait a minute. Gaius, there's a RING in this pie!

Gaius: I know.

Olivia: Oh, that is so unsanitary!

Gaius: It is? Um, yeah. Guess I didn't quite think about it like that. See,
because I was hoping to use it to propose to you.

Olivia: Wait, what?

Gaius: You liked my pies so much I just kept baking more. And before I knew
it, I was thinking about you the entire time. So, what do you say? Will you
be my wife?

Olivia: I must confess, Gaius, I enjoyed our little meetings a great deal.

Gaius: ...That mean you're into me or not?

Olivia: Yes, Gaius. I'd be honored to be your wife.

Gaius: Sweet. I hope you're ready for a lifetime of delicious fruit pies!

Olivia: Oh, you know I am!
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10. Gregor C

Olivia: Um, excuse me, Gregor? I have your dinner if you're hungry.

Gregor: Gregor is very big man, yes? And big man is always hungry! So, it was
your turn to make with the cooking, eh?

Olivia: Yes, I'm on chef duty today. It's actually my first time, so if you
don't like the food, just... let me know.

Gregor: Gregor shall sample and give report. *sluuuuuurp*

Olivia: W-well?

Gregor: This is tastiest live stew Gregor has eaten in whole life!

Olivia: Oh! You recognize it? N-not many people outside of Regna Ferox know
this dish. ...Er, or like it, for that matter.

Gregor: Gregor is sellsword. He serve masters and travel to countless lands.
Ah! Is good for the reminding! Gregor has large bag of secret spice. ...Here.
He put in stew and you taste.

Olivia: Um, okay... *slurp* Oh, it's twice as good! And you only added that
tiny bit!

Gregor: Gregor's spice can turn thin bowl of gruel into feast fit for king!

Olivia: It's amazing what a tiny pinch of seasoning can do for a meal. So,
um...Would you be willing to share some with me? ...Pleeease?

Gregor: Many regrets, but Gregor is out of spice. He can make more, but it
takes time, yes?

Olivia: Perhaps I can help? I mean, I could gather the ingredients or
something?

Gregor: This is happy idea! When you finish cooking meals for local oafs, you
come find Gregor, yes?

Olivia: I'll do that!
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Gregor B

Gregor: Today is okay, yes? You join Gregor on trip into woods?

Olivia: You mean to gather ingredients, right? For your secret spice blend?

Gregor: Yes. We must go deep into woods, so Gregor is thinking we pack lunch.

Olivia: Oh, all right. I can make sandwiches if you want.

Gregor: No, no, Grego not let girl with small hands do all the work!

Come. Gregor will help with the making of sandwiches.

Olivia: All right...
(Time passes)

Gregor: Good. Thanks to you, we now have picnic hamper full of tastiness!

Olivia: You're being kind-I'm sorry I wasn't much help. I'm so terrible at
making sandwiches...

Gregor: Gregor is being... confused. Perhaps he not hear your language so
well?
Olivia is sad, yes? Is thinking she bumbles about in the kitchen like drunk
bear?
But Olivia is fine cook. When is her day in mess hall, Gregor salivate with
excitement!

Olivia: Really?! Oh my gosh, I never... I mean, people don't usually tell me
that.

Gregor: Then people are idiots. You listen to Gregor and learn truth. Olivia
is tasty cook and lovely dancer, Gregor thinks she would make fine wife.

Olivia: Oh, stop that, you're embarrassing me! I'm none of those things.

Gregor: But is true! Sellsword know how to see true value in people, yes? And
Gregor is master of sellswords! Gregor never make mistake.
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Olivia: Oh stop it, Gregor! I know you're just saying these things to be
nice. But um... Thank you.

Gregor: You are being most welcome.
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Gregor A

Olivia: Gregor! There you are.

Gregor: What is wrong? You look to be making with the yelling at any moment.

Olivia: Gregor, let me look at your back. I think you may be injured.

Gregor: Why are you thinking so?

Olivia: Because you're limping around like a two-legged mule!

Gregor: You have been spying on Gregor's movements...

Olivia: I'm a dancer, Gregor. I always notice how people are moving around.

Gregor: Ah, well. You have taken cat out of bag. Gregor may be tiny bit
injured.

Olivia: See? Now lift up your shirt and let me take a look at... Eek! Gregor,
I can see the bone!

Gregor: Ha! Is nothing! One time Gregor's leg fall off and he sew it back on.
But if pretty lady with small hands want to nurse Gregor, he will not
complains.

Olivia: Oh my goodness. It's hard to look at. Okay, so just hold still. This
might sting a little bit...

Gregor: Ho ho! Gregor... He feels nothing!

Olivia: Gregor is going to feel something if he doesn't hold still!

Gregor: ...Ahhh, is good. Gregor is feeling better already.

Olivia: Listen, I want you to go talk to one of the healers, all right? Just
to make sure you don't get gangrene or something.

Gregor: For old man like Gregor, being nursed by beautiful woman is best
medicine of all.

Olivia: Hop to it, mister!
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Gregor S

Gregor: Oy, Olivia! Gregor have big surprise for you today.

Olivia: Oh? What is it?

Gregor: Is small pouch of secret spice blend! Just as Gregor promised.

Olivia: Oh, thank you, Gregor! This is going to be so... Um, wait. There's
something hard in here. Oh! It's a ring! You must have dropped this in here
when you were grinding.

Gregor: Is... how you say? No problem? Gregor is giving you ring, yes?

Olivia: Gregor, this is huge. It must have been so expensive! I can't take
it.

Gregor: Okay, okay! Gregor is not putting in pouch by accident. He does this
on purpose. Is all part of sneaky and elaborate plan. Gregor goes to
dangerous places and collects many rare spices. Then he can give you
expensive ring in unexpected and charming manner.

Olivia: Dangerous places... Wait, is that how you hurt your back?

Gregor: Olivia not need to know! ...Is embarrassing story anyway. Involve
slippery rock and angry squirrel.

Olivia: Oh, I'm so sorry... You went to so much trouble on my account...

Gregor: Gregor not sorry! Gregor will face army of angry squirrels for you.
You are the first woman Gregor truly loves, and now is time for the proving.
So what does Olivia say? You accept ring and proposal of marriage, yes?

Olivia: I... I don't know, Gregor. It's all so sudden...

Gregor: Hmmm... This is not answer Gregor is hoping for.

Olivia: I'm sorry, it's just... My mind is whirling in a thousand directions
at once!

Gregor: Then you have answer.

Olivia: I do?

Gregor: your mind is spinning because of the happiness, yes? So if you marry
Gregor, you can be happy forever!

Olivia: Hmm... You know, you just might have something there... All right!
Let's do it! Let's get married!

Gregor: Oy, Gregor feel huge pain in chest when you bat eyelashes like that!

Olivia: I'm sorry, I'll try not to... Oh, wait. That's a good thing, isn't
it?

Gregor: Is very good thing!
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10. Libra C

Libra: In Naga's name, we sing...

Olivia: Oh! How lovely...

Libra: Oh, excuse me. Olivia, isn't it? Can I help you with something?

Olivia: Oh, er, no. I was just passing by and saw you and well... sorry to
intrude.

Libra: Not at all. I was just finishing.

Olivia: I'm sorry, but were you dancing just now?

Libra: I was, or at least I was attempting to. A professional like yourself
must have gotten a good chuckle out of it.

Olivia: No! Quite the opposite. I've just... I've never seen a dance like
that before. The way you clutched at your chest and looked skyward
was...Well, it was kind of amazing, to be honest.

Libra: It is a devotional dance meant to serve as a prayer to the gods. I am
at best a clumsy dancer, so I do not do it justice. However, it is ritual
that all the faithful learn at some point.

Olivia: It was beautiful! Truly it was.

Libra: To be praised by one of such divine talent is no small honor.

Olivia: Er, would you mind terribly if I watched you again some time? I mean,
as long as it isn't blasphemous or something...

Libra: You would be welcome. Such praise is meant to be shared with all.

Olivia: Oh yay! Thank you!
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Libra B

Olivia: La de dum... La de dum de doooo...

Libra: Goodness...

Olivia: Oh, Libra! I didn't see you there.

Libra: Very impressive, Olivia. But who taught you the movements of our
sacred devotional dance? As far as I know, The only time you saw it performed
was when you watched me.

Olivia: I usually only need to see a dance once to be able to learn it. But
this one is different. It's like I'm just going through the motions.

Libra: To truly perform the devotional dance, you must understand its
subtext.

Olivia: Um, could you maybe explain it? I mean, if you have the time?

Libra: It would be my pleasure. Now, this initial movement...
(Time passes)

Olivia: Okay. And in this bit you're offering thanks for the blessing of
rain?

Libra: Yes. As you raise both arms, you lift the prayer from the ground to
the heavens.

Olivia: Got it.

Libra: ...Well, I believe that's everything. Do you have any questions?

Olivia: No, thank you. You explained everything perfectly!

Libra: I'm glad to be of service.

Olivia: You're really good at this, you know? You should be a priest, or
something!

Libra: Actually....
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Libra A

Olivia: Aaand ONE and TWO and...

Libra: .....

Olivia: Oh, hello, Libra. What do you think? Am I getting better?

Libra: *Sniff*

Olivia: Libra? Are you all right? You're not crying are you?!

Libra: ...Do forgive me, my dear. *sniff* *sniffle*

Olivia: What's the matter?

Libra: ...I'm sorry, I don't think I've wept like this in years. It's as if
your dance has freed my heart from a prison of ice!

Olivia: Gosh, really? Was I that good?

Libra: I thought the gods themselves had descended to dance in your person!

Olivia: Oh, wow! That's high praise.

Libra: It is no easy thing to lift prayers to the gods. Yet your dance was
flawless.

Olivia: Well, er, thanks! But, of course, I couldn't have done it without
you. I mean, you're such a good teacher, and you made everything so clear.

Libra: No, it is you who has taught me with your magnificent dance. I am the
one who is grateful!

Olivia: Well, if that's the case, you're welcome to come watch. I mean, if
you want.

Libra: Thank you. I shall do that.
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Libra S

Libra: Though its in my palm before me, I cannot believe I have taken this
step...

Olivia: Hi, Libra!

Libra: Ah! Olivia! ...What did you see?!

Olivia: Um, you standing there? A couple of trees, maybe?

Libra: You didn't see anything in my hand?

Olivia: Um, no? ...Geez, you're acting really weird right now. Anyway, I came
by to give this. As thanks for the dancing lessons.

Libra: A crown of flowers? Why, its beautiful! Did you make it yourself?

Olivia: Yep! It took a while, but it was the least I could do. Here...

Libra: Thank you.

Olivia: So... okay then! Guess I'll be going now.

Libra: ..... Olivia, wait.

Olivia: Huh?

Libra: I also have a gift for you, Olivia. Would you accept this small token?

Olivia: Oh, look! It's a ring! ...Gosh, this is really pretty.

Libra: This is more than a mere trinket, Olivia. It is a symbol of my love. I
wish to spend the rest of my life with you.

Olivia: Oh, Libra! That's wonderful! I'd love to get married!

Libra: Your words bring joy to my heart.

Olivia: Yes! And we have your sacred dance to thank for it!
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10. Henry C

Henry: ...Aw, poor little doggy. The silly mutt stepped in a hole and hurt
its leg.

Olivia: DON'T TOUCH THAT DOG!

Henry: Huh? What the hey?

Olivia: I know you! You're that creepy kid who likes blood and magic and...
blood magic! You stay away from that poor little doggy!

Henry: But this dog is hurt. See, his leg has this-

Olivia: N-no! Stop! I'll take care of him and nurse him back to health!

Henry: Huh? Oh, okay, sure! We can take care of him together!

Olivia: T-together? Waaait a second. Aren't you going to sacrifice him to
your dark god or something?

Henry: You're a crazy lady. Why would I do that? I love doggies! I want to
save his life! Right, boy? Who's a good boy? Aren't you glad the crazy lady
wants to help us? Yes you are!

Olivia: Hey! How am I crazy? You're the one who's obsessed with blood!

Henry: Hey, that's a medical condition! Show some respect!

Olivia: Oh, never mind. Right now, we have a dog that needs looking after.
Will you run and get me some bandages?

Henry: You got it, crazy lady!
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Henry B

Olivia: Um, Henry? What are those red stains on your clothes?

Henry: Oh, will you look at that? It's blood! ...Wonder where it came
from?*Lick* ...Oh, hey! It's MY blood! Nya ha! I must have been wounded in
battle! Oh man, good times.

Olivia: GROSS! ...And also really creepy. And why are you laughing about
it?!That wound needs to be dressed immediately!

Henry: You wanna help? It's kind of out of the way, so I can't reach it.

Olivia: ...Oh, gods, look at how deep this is! How could you not notice?

Henry: Oh, I've got a high pain threshold. It's a genetic thing. Nerve
damage. I've had a lot worse than this!

Olivia: You've had WORSE? Where? And how?!

Henry: When I was a kid, my parents put me in this exclusive wizard school.
Well, as you can imagine, some of the experiments got a biiit out of hand.
Once, I almost set my face on fire! Nya ha! Those were the days...

Olivia: Your teachers were negligent. Why didn't your parents pull you out of
there?

Henry: Meh, my parents didn't care what I did as long as I wasn't expelled.
Heck, the whole reason they sent me to wizard school was to get rid of me.
But hey, no worries! I turned out fine!

Olivia: I see now... Your cheerful demeanor is just a mask you use to hide
your pain. You use it as a cover to tamp down your deep-seated resentment and
anger...

Henry: That's what all my psychiatrists said. But nope! Not true. I'm just a
happy guy.

Olivia: No, no... You can't fool me. I've never seen a real smile from you,
one from the heart. I'm a performer, you know! I can tell a faker when I see
one. Shhh... It's all okay now. You never need to visit that terrible school
again. Now come on, let down your guard. Show me the real Henry!

Henry: Wow. You really ARE a crazy lady!

Olivia: I am not crazy! I'm trying to help, so you could at least be polite!
*Sigh* All right, your wound is bandaged. But this isn't over, you hear? I
want you to come see me again so I can help you get over these emotional
issues.

Henry: Hey, sure. I got time.
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Henry A

Olivia: Now, when you feel sad, you pull your face like so...

Henry: You mean like thiiiiiis?

Olivia: No, down! The corners of your mouth are supposed to go DOWN!*Sigh*
I'm starting to think that you're incapable of changing your expression.
Look, Henry. Life is like dancing... You can't just mimic the moves. You have
to FEEL them!

Henry: Nya ha! You compare everything to dancing. It's hilarious!

Olivia: I don't think this is a laughing matter. I'm trying to help you, you
know!

Henry: Look, crazy lady. I like you. I really do. But you have GOT to let
this go.
I smile because I'm happy, all right? Theres nothing more to it.

Olivia: N-no. That just can't be possible. *Gasp* Ungh... urg...!

Henry: Hey, are you okay there? You're making funny noises.

Olivia: M-my chest... suddenly... feels tight... C-can't breathe... It h-
hurts...

Henry: Aw, jenkies! You've been cursed! I'd know those symptoms anywhere.
Someone must have-

Olivia: *Pant* Henry... please. You have to get... out of here...

Henry: What? Oh come on, that's crazy talk. You're gonna die here in a
second.
Now you just sit there while I dispel the curse... Hmm, let's see... *Mutter,
mutter, mutter* KA-BLAMMO!So long, curse! See ya in hell!

Olivia: .....

Henry: Olivia? H-hey, Olivia. ...You being crazy again, Olivia? Olivia?! Aw,
come on, Olivia! You can't die now! NOOOOOO! OLIVIAAAAAA! Come back to me,
Olivia! Stay out of the light! STAY OUT OF THE LIIIIIIGHT!

Olivia: S-stop crying. I'm... I'm all right.

Henry: ...Huh? Aw, thank goodness! I was worried there for a sec.

Olivia: Well, at least I finally got to see a different expression on your
face...

Henry: Did you? ...I totally didn't notice.

Olivia: Thank you, Henry. You saved my life.
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Henry S

Olivia: Henry, I want to thank you for your help the other day.

Henry: Aw, don't worry about it. Really, I should have recognized the
symptoms faster.But don't worry! I'm gonna find who did it and make sure they
never curse you again. Oh, yes. There will be blood...

Olivia: Eek! I'm just glad you're on our side!

Henry: Well, I'm glad I'm on YOUR side!

Olivia: You do have a very nice smile, Henry. Even if it is a little creepy
sometimes.

Henry: Aw, hamburgers. Really?

Olivia: Absolutely! And what's more, I was wrong to have ever doubted its
sincerity! I think I'm done giving you lessons.

Henry: Hey, I like your lessons! And I like YOU! In fact... I wanna be with
you all the time!

Olivia: Henry?

Henry: You don't think I went to all those frowning lessons because I wanted
to frown, do you? Heck no! I went because I wanted to see you and be with
you!
So let's get hitched! What do you say? I've got a blood-magic spell all
ready!

Olivia: Wh-what?! Um, but, H-Henry, I don't...

Henry: Ha! Just kiddin'. I bought you a ring. Here, see? It's huge and
everything.

Olivia: ...Oh my goodness. That IS huge! You are a very odd man, Henry, and
yet I find myself strangely attracted to you. So yes. All right. Let's get
married.

Henry: Awesome! You won't regret this, Olivia. I promise!

Olivia: Oh, this might just be the happiest day of my life!

Henry: Nya ha! Just hearing that makes me even happier than before!

Olivia: Hee hee. I didn't think that was possible...
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Cherche!

Frederick C

Cherche: HIYAH! YAH!

Frederick: Excellent technique.

Cherche: A true gentleman would announce himself rather than skulk about in
the shadows.

Frederick: My sincere apologies, milady. I was loath to interrupt. Especially
when I was being treated to such a virtuoso display of skill.

Cherche: Heh. 'Tis an honor to be praised by such a renowned and accomplished
soldier.

Frederick: The technique you just used--is it commonly practiced in Valm?

Cherche: No, actually. It is part of a secret art passed down within my
family.

Frederick: Then I've wronged you more than I thought, for I had no intention
of pilfering secrets. Pray forgive my accidental insolence, milady.

Cherche: Don't apologize, please. I don't mind sharing our traditions with
allies. In fact, I can teach it to you if you're interested.

Frederick: I do not wish to impose.

Cherche: We fight for the same cause. It's in my interest to help you. Who
knows? One day, you might use it to save my life in battle.

Frederick: In that case, then yes. Thank you. I would like to learn what you
know.

Cherche: When shall we begin?
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11. Frederick B

Frederick: Cherche, I want to thank you for teaching me your family's
fighting art.

Cherche: I hope you'll find it useful.

Frederick: I'd like to return the favor if I could.

Cherche: Perhaps in the next battle, you can fight alongside me so I might
observe you.

Frederick: That hardly seems a sufficient reward for your services. I was
taught that a lady of your standing should expect gifts of gold or silk.

Cherche: Do I strike you as the sort to be satisfied with trinkets? Why, if I
didn't know better, I'd say you'd taken advice from Virion!

Frederick: Ha! I'd be dead in the grave before I'd take counsel from that
ill-behaved scallywa... Er, that is, from Virion! From LORD Virion, a fine
and outstanding member of--

Cherche: Oh, shush. I know what Virion is like. Yes, he was once my liege,
but he lost his domains and is no longer a lord. I'm my own woman now. I can
go my separate way whenever I choose.

Frederick: And yet, you do not.

Cherche: Strange, isn't it?
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Frederick A

Frederick: Ah, Cherche. Perfect timing. Do you know where I might find
Virion?

Cherche: No. And wouldn't bother trying to look for him, either. Knowing him,
he's probably off whispering sweet nonsense into some poor maid's ear.

Frederick: But we are to be marching soon! Will he be ready in time?

Cherche: Oh, probably. I'm getting his equipment ready as we speak.

Frederick: That is very loyal of you, especially considering what a cad he
is. I think you could teach me a thing or two about serving one's lord!

Cherche: I told you, he is no longer my lord. And besides, you are the very
paragon of loyal and chivalrous knighthood. None can compare to you when it
comes to knightly virtues.

Frederick: You are far too kind. Yet when I see how devoted you are, it
humbles me somehow.

Cherche: How so?

Frederick: Hear me, Cherche. For a knight, loyalty is the primary virtue. But
to what--or to whom--should it be directed?

Cherche: To the realm, I suppose. Your liege lord's domain.

Frederick: And if that realm is destroyed?

Cherche: Well, er...

Frederick: The knight's vow of loyalty still holds, but it is directed not to
the land.
Nor is it to a castle, or to a town, or any particular place. The vow is to
the people who make up the realm. As a knight, you owe fealty to Virion and
the smallfolk of his domain. You understand this and act accordingly. It is
an honor to fight alongside you.

Cherche: Well, well! High praise indeed, coming from the famous Frederick!
But in all seriousness, thank you. And I may say, it is an inestimable honor
to fight in the same army as you.

Frederick: Then that we may both continue to fight bravely, and until
victory!

Cherche: Shoulder to shoulder!
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Frederick S

Cherche: Frederick? In the last battle, you went too far trying to protect
me. You almost let that Risen have a bite of your hide!

Frederick: I-I was merely careless! My training must have been insufficient.

Cherche: Normally, you'd dispatch such a foe without a thought, but you were
distracted. Distracted, I saw, by what was happening to me...

Frederick: I apologize for the error, milady. If a knight is to defend his
charge, he must be able to see every threat and danger.

Cherche: I'm not your charge, and I'm asking you to forget me and worry about
yourself!

Frederick: I cannot, milady.

Cherche: And why not?

Frederick: Because you are as important to me as any prince or lord.

Cherche: Is this some kind of jest?

Frederick: I fear I do not joke, milady. I never did develop a skill for it.
For how can a man as wretched as I find room in his heart for humor?

Cherche: Oh, don't be so melodramatic.

Frederick: Listen to me, Cherche.

Cherche: ...Yes?

Frederick: When we first came to know each other, it was as fellow knights
and comrades. But as we fought, the bonds of friendship drew us closer
together. So close, in fact, that I find myself thinking about you night and
day. Cherche... will you do me the honor of accepting this?

Cherche: An engagement ring?

Frederick: A vow of love and loyalty, until death takes me from you.

Cherche: Why, Frederick! This is so gallant! ...Of course I accept!

Frederick: Splendid! Then I shall live and die a happy man!

Cherche: Oh, enough with the talk of dying. You're under MY protection now.
..Oh, and Minerva, of course!
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11. Virion C

Cherche: Virion? I've been searching for you. It's time for our training
session.

Virion: Is it that hour already? Well then, prepare your sparring gear and---

Cherche: Already done. I'm ready of you are.

Virion: Ha ha! Of course you are! I always said you were my most dedicated
vassal.

Cherche: Your flattery's wasted on me.

Virion: Flattery? Surely you know by now that gallant Virion always speaks
from the heart! If I had not been so cruelly robbed of my domains, you would
still---

Cherche: But you DID lose your lands, so there's no point discussing what
might have been. This is reality, where we face each other on the training
grounds as equals.

Virion: Ah, reality. I have come to loathe that place of late. You know that
when my lands were stripped, your bonds of vassalage were ended, yes? You
have no obligation to me, Cherche. No obligation to train me as you do. You
are free to serve whomever you choose.

Cherche: I am aware of that. But I never served you because of your land
holdings.

Virion: You didn't? Oh ho ho! Then was it, perchance, for love?

Cherche: One more comment like that and I'll have Minerva eat you.

Virion: *Gulp* My deepest apologies, milady! My lips are hereby sealed!
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Virion B

Virion: *Sigh*

Cherche: Is something the matter?

Virion: Ah, my sweet Cherche. As always you see directly into Virion's heart.
You come upon me lovelorn and lonely, spurned by a fair lady with a sharp
tongue.

Cherche: Do you mean me? Oh goodness! It's not often someone calls me fair.
But seriously, what troubles you? Are you still crestfallen about how Walhart
so rudely seized your lands?

Virion: Enough! That was a tragedy, and many of my people died. I'll not have
you speak so lightly of it.

Cherche: That was not my intent, Virion. I know that many suffered under
Walhart's cruel heel. But I also know that, short of the dead, you have
suffered more than any of us.

Virion: Loyal Cherche, your kind words fill me heart with courage and hope!
Could it be that you have fallen helplessly in love with your gallant
Virion?!

Cherche: Hah!

Virion: Ah, sweet nostalgia. It's been so long since last heard that derisive
snicker.

Cherche: I do not jest, Virion. The deed has been done, and you could not
have stopped it. It's time you looked to the future and stopped blaming
yourself for the past.

Virion: I do not think it would be so hard to forgive myself...

Cherche: Behind your carefree facade, you've always been terribly
uncompromising. But you must promise that you won't surrender to hoplessness
and despair.

Virion: Then I shall promise it, but only because you ask. But in return, you
must promise me something, sweet Cherche. If the day comes when you must
choose between loyalty to me or your own path... I want you to do whatever is
best for you and give no though to me. Agreed?

Cherche: Why, Virion, what a serious speech! But it's hardly necessary. I had
no intention of taking you into account when making such choices.

Virion: W-well, good. ...Yes, good. Exactly as I would have it. Though I
suppose you could think about me a LITTLE bit! If you... wanted to.

Cherche: Now, now. Don't give it another thought. ...I certainly won't.
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Virion A

Virion: I wish I knew what was happening to our homeland right now.

Cherche: The sooner we win this cursed war, the sooner we'll be able to find
out.

Virion: Tell me, Cherche, what do you intend to do when this war is over?

Cherche: Return home and help rebuild the domains of House Virion. I assume
your plan is much the same?

Virion: Yes, of course. My domains shall have great need of me.

Cherche: Are you sure you can handle going back? That broken landscape will
have many painful memories carved into it.

Virion: True. But it is also filled with many joyous memories as well.
..Many of which involve you. You'll scoff, but the happiest moments of my
life have been spent in your company.

Cherche: Come, Virion. You know I'm not one of your dizzy maids who falls for
that flattery.

Virion: Why is it that when I speak from the heart, no one believes me? Is
this the price I must pay for my flippant yet debonair charm?

Cherche: I think we just know each other too well to speak of such emotional
matters.

Virion: Hmm... Perhaps you are right.
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Virion S

Cherche: Time for you to go, Virion.

Virion: Alas! Am I to be shooed away so soon?

Cherche: You're practically nodding off. I don't want to sit here and listen
to you snore.

Virion: Yes, I'm afraid I haven't been sleeping well recently. My cot is
cold, and I've no one to share it.

Cherche: Have you tried seducing a lonely kitchen wench?

Virion: Do you think I can find happiness with just any random lass? I have
standards, dear!

Cherche: There are as many maids as stars in the sky. There must be SOMEONE
you like.

Virion: Yes, and you know full well who it is.

Cherche: Oh, Virion. We talked about this before. We're too close to each
other.

Virion: Yes, we are close. Closer perhaps than any two people have ever been!
I can no longer imagine being without you than being without air or water!
How can another woman be anything but a shadow of what you are to me?

Cherche: Now you're just practicing lines for your next conquest.

Virion: You, of all people, should know when I'm being sincere.

Cherche: Yes. I suppose I do.

Virion: And though I fear I know your answer, I have one final card to play.
..I have brought you something.

Cherche: Is that what I think it is?

Virion: If you think it's an engagement ring, then yes. It is indeed. Do you
believe me now?

Cherche: I suppose I must.

Virion: Then what is your answer? Will you accept?

Cherche: Heh. I think I have to. Who else would agree to be YOUR wife? I warn
you though: once we tie the knot, your days of maids are over. Stray from me
but once, and I'll have you to Minerva as a snack.

Virion: Nothing will be further from my mind! ...Well, the maid part. I'm
always quite concerned about your little pet.

Cherche: Did you hear that, my sweet Minerva? You must ensure he keeps his
promise.

Virion: Er, can we please save the threats? This is meant to be a happy
moment!

Cherche: Just doing my due diligence, love!
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11. Stahl C

Stahl: Phew... Another load done. Just one more basket and... Hmm? Whose
cloak is this?

Cherche: Hello, Stahl. I see it's your turn for laundry duty today.

Stahl: Oh, hey, Cherche. Say do you know whose cloak this is? It has the most
delightful smell!

Cherche: Oh, that's mine. I sprinkle it with a special fragrance I find
soothing.
It helps me get a good night's rest, even when we're camped in the wilds.

Stahl: *Sniff* Gods, it's like nothing I've ever smelled before!

Cherche: It smells of home to me. It's quite common back where I come from.

Stahl: It's interesting how things vary from place to place. Smells,
fashions, art, manners...

Cherche: Before the empire swallowed up all of Valm, the land was split into
small, unique realms. You can still see those differences today as you move
from town to town.

Stahl: Someday I'm going to buy you an ale and have you tell me about it!
But, um, what about the cloak? Won't all the smell run out if I wash it?

Cherche: That's fine. I'll just add more fragrance when you're done.

Stahl: Then laundered it shall be!

Cherche: You know, people in some areas of Valm have unusual ways of washing
clothes. If you're interested, we can do laundry together and I'll show you
some tricks.

Stahl: Milady, I will ALWAYS take free assistance on laundry day. Plus you
can tell me more about Valm as we work!

Cherche: And in return, you can tell me some things about Ylisse. Er, and
speaking of manners and customs, it is... Um... Well, in my land, it's
considered very bad form to go sniffing a lady's cloak.

Stahl: Then why do you make it smell so good? It's like a trap!

Cherche: Heh, I suppose it is, at that.
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Stahl B

Stahl: Tents? ...Check. Stew meat? ...Check. Firewood? ...Uh-oh. Low on
firewood.

Cherche: Is something the matter?

Stahl: Oh hey, Cherche. No, nothing's the matter, per say.

Cherche: Is that so? You look worried. Furrowed brow and all that.

Stahl: Oh, you can just ignore that. My brow furrows pretty easily.

Cherche: Being naturally frowny must cause many a misunderstanding, hah! Or
perhaps it just makes people feel more solicitous toward you...

Stahl: Hah! I'd never thought of it as an advantage before.

Cherche: You know, it seems like every time I see you, you're engaged in
another chore.

Stahl: I volunteer a lot. I just enjoy keeping things... tidy, I guess. Plus,
you don't want some of those axe slingers going anywhere near your laundry...

Cherche: Well, I think it's very admirable. Perhaps you could use a hand?

Stahl: Well, I WAS just about to head out to collect more firewood... Perhaps
you'd care to accompany me to the forest? I can use your talents if we
stumble across any fell beasts.

Cherche: Back in my village, an invitation to collect firewood indicates
romantic interest. Something to do with firewood igniting the flames of
passion in the girl's heart...

Stahl: Wha-?! G-good gracious, truly? I... I meant no offense. I swear!
..Also, that is a really weird first date. I'm just saying.

Cherche: Heh heh. Oh, it's quite all right. How were you to know? In any
case, I'll help out, and you can tell me more about the culture of Ylisse.

Stahl: Sounds like a plan.
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Stahl A

Cherche: Here, Stahl. This is for you.

Stahl: Oh, what a beautiful handkerchief! Thank you. ...Did you make it?

Cherche: I wanted to give you something in return for all your stories of
Ylisse.
I'm not an expert at needlework, but it's the thought that matters, right?

Stahl: I think it's great! I'd buy this in a store!

Cherche: That's very kind of you to say. You've taught me so much about the
culture of Ylisse that I'm quite anxious to visit. In fact, when this war is
over, I'm planning to tour its most famous sights.

Stahl: That's funny, because when peace comes, I've decided to visit YOUR
homeland. I want to help reunite families and rebuild their towns and
villages.

Cherche: You have a generous heart, but that really should be my job.
Besides, your duty is the reconstruction of Ylisse, is it not?

Stahl: Yes, but I have to at least visit Valm. I mean, we DID collect
firewood together.

Cherche: Hah!

Stahl: No seriously. I consider you a good friend, Cherche. And since our
last talk, I've been studying the customs of your country. This handkerchief
is a gift from one best friend to another, is it not? So forget Ylisse! There
are plenty who can rebuild better than I. Instead, I shall work to rebuild
the country of my dear, close friend, Cherche!

Cherche: Why, Stahl, that's very sweet of you. But I think you made a
mistake.
The gift of a handkerchief is only significant when exchanged between women.
From a woman to a man, it has no meaning at all. ...Well, other than a nice
gift.

Stahl: O-oh, is that true? Oh gosh, it is, isn't it? Blast, this is MOST
embarrassing... Why didn't I read that passage more carefully?

Cherche: It's quite all right. I'm flattered you thought to read about my
country at all. Besides, who cares if you don't know the ins and outs of my
culture? You're pleased to be my friend, and that's all that matters. I would
be happy to call you the same.

Stahl: I'd like that very much.

Cherche: Friendship is the best way to build bridges between cultures, don't
you think?

Stahl: Absolutely!
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Stahl S

Stahl: Cherche, do you have a moment?

Cherche: Yes, what's on your mind?

Stahl: I wanted to apologize again for not knowing about the handkerchief
thing.

Cherche: Don't be silly! What's a little mistake between friends anyway?

Stahl: We have become good friends, haven't we?

Cherche: You sound almost dissatisfied about that. Or is that your naturally
furrowed brow?

Stahl: I think you have the right of it, Cherche. Dissatisfaction, I mean.

Cherche: What are you saying?

Stahl: Cherche, when I'm with you, I want something more than friendship. I
misinterpreted your gift last time, but this time there can be no mistake.
So... here.

Cherche: You're giving me a ring?

Stahl: It's an Ylissean custom. It means I want to marry you.

Cherche: I know. We have the same custom in Valm.

Stahl: Great. Then my intentions should be crystal clear! I love you,
Cherche. and friendship just isn't enough anymore. I want us to be man and
wife, and maybe raise a family together. I want your home to be my home, and
I want to help rebuild your country. What do you say, Cherche? Shall we build
a future together?

Cherche: You look worried again.

Stahl: Er, I was going for more of an earnest and beseeching kind of thing...

Cherche: Yes, I see it now. A pleading look, especially around the eyes. Are
you sure you want to abandon Ylisse and throw your lot in with Valm? When
your ardor cools and reality sets in, you may regret your desicion.

Stahl: The ring symbolizes a lifelong oath. I shall not break it.

Cherche: Then I must make a promise, too. Stahl, I will love you and honor
for the rest of your life.

Stahl: Y-you will? Oh, thank you Cherche! You won't regret this!

Cherche: I know. Because if you break your oath, I'll have Minerva devour you
whole.

Stahl: Oh, my! Is that another one of Valm's customs? Never fear, my love. I
assure you- that is certainly not going to be necessary!

Cherche: Good! Then we're agreed.
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11. Vaike C

Vaike: Egads, lady! That STINGS!

Cherche: Hush. That's how you know it's working.

Vaike: Your bedside manner could do with a bit of work.

Cherche: You're the one who tried to fight my poor wyvern, Minerva, with your
bare hands! If I hadn't come along when I did-

Vaike: If you hadn't come along, I woulda won! I was just linin' up my
finishin' blow.

Cherche: Is this when you were curled on the ground with your hands over your
head? Or when you were running amok like a sad, headless chicken?

Vaike: H-hey! How long were you watchin' ol' Teach, anyway?

Cherche: Oh, look. Another cut. Let me just...

Vaike: YEEEEEE-OWCH!

Cherche: Hee hee! Now, the next time you fancy wrestling a wyvern, don't
expect me to save you. Stay away from the stables unless you want to serve as
Minerva's supper.

Vaike: Bah! That dumb lizard just got lucky. Next time I'll show her who's
number one!

Cherche: ...Number one in her feed bowl, perhaps.
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Vaike B

Cherche: Vaike? What are you doing to Minerva?

Vaike: Huh? Me? With Minerva? Well, I, uh... Oh, you mean THIS Minerva!
..Yeah, I ain't doin' nothin'.

Cherche: Then why are you crouched in the mud while she stands over you and
drools? Down, Minerva! Down! ...That's a good wyvern. Why, I do believe she's
playing with you! I haven't seen her this excited since the time she brought
down that wild griffon.

Vaike: Yeah, well, ya know how it is. Mutual respect grows when ya fight with
folks and... all that. Ain't that right, Minerva? Har har har!

Cherche: Are you saying you've learned to communicate with my Minerva? This
is really amazing. She's actually taken a shine to you!

Vaike: Yeah, but you're still number one in her book.

Cherche: Well, I'm glad you two are getting along.

Vaike: That's us, all right! Bosom buddies! Thicker'n thieves! Pals for life!

Cherche: ..... Just don't get TOO friendly with her. She's MY wyvern,
remember?

Vaike: Wh-what? Har har! No! Ol' Teach wouldn't dream of it.

Cherche: ...Now will you please clamber out of the mud and come over here?
You've picked up a few more scratches from your latest play session.

Vaike: You ain't gonna use more of that stingy stuff, are ya?

Cherche: We'll see...
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Vaike A

Cherche: So? How as your first experience riding on the back of a wyvern?

Vaike: It was amazin'! Everybody looks so tiny from up there!

Cherche: I'm astonished she trusts you enough to let you ride her back. You
two have truly formed a special bond.

Vaike: Well, I;ve been feedin' her and givin' her water and cleanin' out her
stable, so...

Cherche: Is that so? Why, thank you, Vaike.

Vaike: Aw, it's my pleasure! Anythin' to help out a friend, right? ...Heh, I
used to think wyverns were hideous lookin', but Minerva's just a big ol'
puppy!

Cherche: It's true-they really are the most adorable creatures around! We've
been together for over 10 years, and she's more beautiful than ever.

Vaike: Wait a second! You were ridin' Minerva back when you were a kid?!
How's that possible? And where'd ya get her, anyway?

Cherche: I met her when I wandered into Wyvern Valley.

Vaike: Blistern' behemoths! You enter that chasm of horror ALONE? As a KID?!

Cherche: I wanted to have an adventure. Minerva was just a baby then, with
the cutest round eyes!

Vaike: That's... kind of amazin'. Okay, so you brought her home, right? What
then? Didja fight duels to get to know each other or what?

Cherche: No exactly. I was training to be a cleric at the time and used a
very heavy staff. Whenever she misbehaved, I'd just bonk her on the head.
Soon she was meek as a bunny, and I was riding her to school.

Vaike: That musta been a handful for your teachers...

Cherche: Ever since then, Minerva and I have been simply inseparable. Oh, I
forgot-I also apologized for bonking her on the head.

Vaike: Beautiful, smart, funny, AND kind! You are some woman, Cherche!

Cherche: Sir, you should know that flattery will get you nowhere with me.

Vaike: It ain't flattery! It's the truth! Seriously, Ol' Teach ain't bright
enough to think up flattery on the spot like that.
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Vaike S

Vaike: Heya, Cherche.

Cherche: Oh, hello, Vaike. Are you here to see Minerva again?

Vaike: Nope. I'm here to see you. Actually, uh... I've kinda been usin'
Minerva as an excuse for a while now. I just like bein' around ya, ya know?
You're smart, and funny, and... I dunno. I like it.

Cherche: So you made friends with Minerva in order to get closer to me?

Vaike: I wasn't tryin' to deceive ya or nothin'! I just couldn't think of a
better plan.

Cherche: How delightful!

Vaike: Look, I... I kinda got ya somethin'. Ordered it special and
everythin'. It's a ring. See, I was hopin' ya might... I dunno. Marry me?

Cherche: Why, that's very sweet, Vaike. But what about Minerva?

Vaike: Oh, she'd be part of the family, too!

Cherche: Are you sure you want the responsibility? Feed costs alone are a
tremendous burden. You can't just let her fly around and pick up random
animals off the hillsides.

Vaike: Oh, that ain't good. I've been lettin' her roast wild boars and stuff.
But, uh, sure! If you want it, I'll buy her the finest wyvern chow around!

Cherche: Oh, and we'll need a house that has room for all three of us.

Vaike: Gods' beards! That's a huge house! I supoose I'll have to build it...
But, uh, can it maybe wait until after the war?

Cherche: That should be fine. Oh, wait! Another thing...

Vaike: Monkey meat, there's MORE?! Listen, I don't mind-

Cherche: Hee hee hee! I'm only joking, Vaike. ...About everything. As long as
you promise to be kind to Minerva, that's all either of us needs.

Vaike: Well, that's a relief! I thought you were gonna make a pauper out of
the Vaike! So will ya marry me, then?

Cherche: How could I possibly turn you down? Of course I will!

Vaike: Aw, ya just made me the happiest man in the realm! I can't wait to see
Chrom's face when I tell him I'VE got the prettiest girl!

Cherche: Oh, Vaike. Minerva will be so pleased that you said that about her!

Vaike: I wasn't talkn' about the wyvern...
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11. Kellam C

Cherche: Let's see... Yes, that's everything. Time to saddle up and head out!

Kellam: Cherche, wait! before you go- I wonder if you could take these
trousers to the tailor? They need patching.

Cherche: You mean this little tear? I can patch that myself.

Kellam: Oh, but would you mind?

Cherche: Ha! I wouldn't have mentioned it if I wasn't offering, Kellam.

Kellam: Wow, thanks. I'm terrible at sewing. last time, I nearly took my eye
out with a needle.

Cherche: Well, I'm sure there are plenty of other things you can do well.

Kellam: I guess. But I was always jealous of folks who knew how to stitch
their own clothes.

Cherche: I'm surpried a cute young lad like you didn't have a girl to do it
for him.

Kellam: *Gulp* C-cute?!

Cherche: Surely you know how ridiculously adorable that armor of yours is.
The village girls must have fawned all over you!

Kellam: My armor is... adorable?

Cherche: Anyway, I must be off. Don't want to be late for the market!

Kellam: Wait a second! What's this about my armor?!
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Kellam B

Kellam: Um, Cherche? I brought my trousers.

Cherche: Oh, look. It's the boy in the adorable armor!

Kellam: That's not what people call me, is it?

Cherche: No, but in my opinion, it's the perfect name for you.

Kellam: Oh. Well, um, thanks, I guess. Anyway, I brought my trousers.

Cherche: Let me see... Oh, that's nothing. I'll have it fixed in a jiffy.

Kellam: Thanks so much. Sorry again to ask you to do it.

Cherche: I don't mind at all. Oh, but while I'm at it, why don't I spruce up
your armor, too?

Kellam: Spruce it up?

Cherche: Sure! A couple changes here and there would make it look really
convincing! Say a few steel spikes on the shoulders? You'd look just like a
real barbarian.

Kellam: Land sakes, no!

Cherche: Not even if they're long and pointy?

Kellam: Especially if they're long and pointy!
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Kellam A

Kellam: Cherche, why don't you let me go to the market today?

Cherche: Really? Why?

Kellam: You're not well. I can tell. I've been watching you all day.

Cherche: Well, I was trying not to let it show, but I AM feeling a bit under
the weather... Are you sure you don't mind?

Kellam: Of course not! Golly, Cherche, you're always so nice to me. It's the
least I can do.

Cherche: You know, Kellam, I've been thinking we should spend more time
together. That is, if you wouldn't mind.

Kellam: You and me?

Cherche: Maybe this fever is making me a bit dizzy and foolish... But I can't
help thinking how nice it would be if we were a bit closer. Something about
you and that adorable armor makes me feel... safe.

Kellam: I'd love to spend more time together! Heck, I owe you for the
trousers.

Cherche: Great. Then a bit closer we shall be!
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Kellam S

Kellam: Cherche? I have something I want to give you.

Cherche: Do you need more mending done?

Kellam: No, I, uh... Well, I made you this ring.

Cherche: Why, Kellam!

Kellam: Did I do something wrong? I know it's not the best ring ever, but we
can change it if you-

Cherche: No! It's absolutely lovely! The ring is not the issue. But Kellam,
you have to understand: I'm a knight, and always will be. Cast your lot with
me, and you'll never know peace and quiet again.

Kellam: Just being in your presence gives me all the peace I need. Since
we've become close, I hardly mind the rigors of travel or the turmoil of war.
Heck, I don't care if rocks fall on my head, as long as you're with me! Well,
not WITH me. I mean, I don't want rocks falling on YOUR head... A-anyway,
will you take the ring?

Cherche: Oh, Kellam. Of course I will. Let us be partners-in-arms forever!
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11. Lon'qu C

Cherche: Say, Lon'qu?

Lon'qu: What?

Cherche: This might be a strange question, but... Did you grow up in the
slums? Living in the streets?

Lon'qu: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Cherche: Oh. Then it must be a different Lon'qu.

Lon'qu: Must have been.

Cherche: But you did know a young girl called Ke'ri, didn't you?

Lon'qu: Where did you hear that name?

Cherche: Ah ha! It was you that they told me about!

Lon'qu: Who is they? What is the meaning of all this?!

Cherche: I met Ke'ri's parents. A while back, when I was in Regna Ferox with
Minerva. I saved them from a pack of bandits outside the town. They told me
that their daughter had been killed by the very same outlaws. Later I heard a
young boy named Lon'qu was with her at the time. ...And that he fought like a
demon in a vain attempt to protect her. Naturally, when I was introduced to
you, I started thinking-

Lon'qu: I fought, yes. But in the end, it was she who died protecting me. Her
mother and father hated me. They blamed me for her death. I was a homeless
boy from the slums, and I stole their only daughter.

Cherche: Actually, about that-

Lon'qu: Enough. I cannot bear to speak of it. I would like to be alone now.

Cherche: Wait, Lon'qu! There's more to the tale than you know...
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Lon'qu B

Cherche: Lon'qu?

Lon'qu: You again. Begone!

Cherche: We have to talk. There's more to the story of Ke'ri and her parents.

Lon'qu: Even so, I have no wish to hear it. If there is any mercy in your
heart, you will leave the matter be.

Cherche: You will want to hear this.

Lon'qu: I think not!

Cherche: Her parents did not hate you, Lon'qu. They were grateful to you.
It's true that when Ke'ri was killed, they blamed you for her death. But then
they learned how desperately you tried to save her. And when you vanished
from the slum, they knew it was their fault.

Lon'qu: ......

Cherche: Soon after Ke'ri died, they found her diary. They discovered what a
good friend you had been to her.

Lon'qu: ......

Cherche: Your friendship made her happy, and that, in turn, made them happy.
So they don't hate you. Not anymore. And I know they would want you to know
that.

Lon'qu: ...... Thank you for delivering the message.

Cherche: It's my pleasure.

Lon'qu: It is... good to be forgiven. And yet, I doubt this wound can ever
truly heal.

Cherche: *Sigh*
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Lon'qu A

Cherche: You look to have the weight of the world on your shoulders, Lon'qu.

Lon'qu: I am the same as always.

Cherche: I know you better than that. You're distracted by something. I mean,
Minerva is right behind you and you haven't even noticed!

Lon'qu: Agh! W-what fool's game are you playing?!

Cherche: Heh. Well, that woke you up a little. Listen, Lon'qu. I dredged up a
past you wanted to forget, and I'm sorry.

Lon'qu: Do not apologize. You were right to talk to me, and I'm glad to know
the truth. When you spoke of her parents' forgiveness, I thought it would
only bring more pain. But, since then, the nightmares that plague me have
become... fewer.

Cherche: Nightmares?

Lon'qu: Many a night have I been forced to relive the moment she died
protecting me. Ke'ri died because she was my friend. Never again shall I
repeat that mistake. I vowed that I would let no one get close enough to be
hurt by me again.

Cherche: ...So this is why you fear to have contact with women.

Lon'qu: My nightmares will never fade completely, nor will my fear of
friendship and love. But for the first time, I can imagine a future that
might be different.
Thank you, Cherche.

Cherche: I only told you what I knew. ...But perhaps, if you would allow, we
can try to cure the remaining hurt together? For a start, we could go for a
ride on Minerva. Perhaps even bring a picnic-

Lon'qu: I am... not ready.

Cherche: Oh. Yes, of course not.

Lon'qu: But, if you can think of something else that might help...

Cherche: I will let you know.
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Lon'qu S

Cherche: All right, here we go. Let me know the moment you start to feel
queasy.

Lon'qu: I am ready.

Cherche: Hmm... I'm not sure the best place to start. Where does one touch a
deadly swordsman who does not want to be touched? What do you think, Minerva?

Lon'qu: Please just get on with it.

Cherche: Now, Lon'qu, don't be so impatient. Minerva and I are discussing the
best place to begin your aversion therapy. I bet the head would be very
scary.
..Huh? Lon'qu? What are you doing with my hand?

Lon'qu: We'll be standing here all day if I don't take the initiative. Does
it displease you when I hold your hand like this?

Cherche: No, not at all. But you're the one we should be worried about. Are
you feeling all right?

Lon'qu: At first it was difficult, but now it feels almost...peaceful. I
don't think I could do this with any other woman but you.

Cherche: Well, this is progress!

Lon'qu: Tell me, Cherche. Why do you help me? What have I done to deserve it?

Cherche: Can't I do it out of the goodness of my own heart?

Lon'qu: Few in this world would ever be so decent. Cherche, I want you to
have this.
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Cherche: A ring? Does this mean...

Lon'qu: You have healed the wounds in my heart and replaced them with love.
For the first time, I can see a future in which I am not alone. Will you join
me in this adventure? Will you marry me?

Cherche: Gladly!

Lon'qu: I was afraid you'd say no.

Cherche: I was afraid you'd never ask! Right, Minerva? ...Oh, dear. She says
that if you let me down, she'll bite your limbs off.

Lon'qu: Don't worry. I shall not give Minerva any reason to turn on me.
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11. Donnel C

Donnel: You mind if I ask ya a question here, Cherche?

Cherche: Go ahead.

Donnel: I hear there's a girl in Valm what can whup a wyvern in a fight. That
true?

Cherche: I assume you mean a human girl? If so, I doubt it. I've certainly
never heard of such an extraordinary person.

Donnel: Haw! Yeah, I figured it was just some fool spinnin' tales.

Cherche: Who told you this, anyway?

Donnel: Some old merchant what claimed he'd been travelin' back and forth to
Valm. He used to visit our village to sell goddies. Tonics what make ya
taller and the like. It was quite a tale he told, though. 'Bout the wyvern
girl, I mean. 'Parently, she wandered into Wyvern Valley when she was only
nine! She whupped up on a wyvern there and then rode the poor fella all the
way home. Haw, guess that tale's worth as much as the dang tonic he sold me.
I mean, what sad excuse for a wyvern would go and get tamed by a little girl?
(Minerva roars)

Cherche: Minerva? What's the matter?

Donnel: Don't reckon it was somethin' I said, do ya?

Cherche: I can't imagine what it might- Minerva, stop that at once!! You
mustn't eat poor Donnel!

Donnel: YEE-IKES! Yer beast is crazy, lady! I'm gonna make like a chicken and
fly!
(Donnel leaves)

Cherche: Minerva! Bad wyvern! What has gotten into you?
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Donnel B

Cherche: Er, Donnel. About our last conversation... I think I know who the
girl in that story might have been.

Donnel: Huh? But I thought we decided it was a load of horse pucky?

Cherche: Yes, except...  Well, all the events in the story happened to me.

Donnel: You?!

Cherche: Yes, I believe the old man's story is about the first time I met
little Minerva. Heh. I never thought the tale would be recounted across the
land!

Donnel: So you's the legendary wyvern-subjugatin' gal?

Cherche: You sound disappointed. Not what you were expecting?

Donnel: Gosh, no! I'm thrilled to bits! Even got the goose bumps on my arm!

Cherche: So you have.

Donnel: I don't reckon you'd mind if I maybe hung out with ya for a spell?
..Wouldja?

Cherche: Why?

Donnel: 'Cause if I watch ya, I could try'n learn how to be as famous as you!
Whuppin' wyverns, tamin' wild beasts... Why, gals'll be swoonin' at my feet!

Cherche: Well, I'm not sure. We'll have to see what Minerva thinks. ...Well,
girl?
(Minerva roars)
Cherche: ...You have her permission.

Donnel: Yee-haw! This'll be swell!

Cherche: You don't mind being so close to Minerva, do you? She rarely leaves
my side.

Donnel: Well, I've worked with livestock 'fore, so I reckon I can get used to
it.
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Donnel A

Donnel: Cherche, I've done yer laundry and finished yer mendin'!

Cherche: Thank you, Donny. Also, it's feeding time for Minerva. Would you
mind seeing to her?

Donnel: Okeydoke!
(Time passes)
Donnel: ...Hey there, girl! How ya doin'? Gosh, look at all'a them teeth. You
sure are a fierce one! I can't believe you really let a little nine-year-old
put a whuppin' on you...
(Minerva roars)
Donnel: Oh, gotcha. You're busy eatin'. I'll leave ya to it.

Cherche: Heh. You two are getting along famously now.

Donnel: I made sure to do just how you did, and she cozied right on up to me.
Not to mention I've learned cookin', and cleanin', and how to use a needle!

Cherche: But you'd rather know how I defeated the wyvern than learn household
chorse, right?

Donnel: See, I been thinkin' about that. You don't treat her anythin' like a
regular ol' horse. I reckon you two are more like old friends than master and
servant. I sure do envy it. I was never that friendly with my mule back on
the farm. Don't s'pose you'd tell me how ya managed to earn her trust?

Cherche: Through the same bonds of friendship that made you part of our
little group. Don't you notice how close you've become to Minerva? ...And to
me?

Donnel: Aw, shucks. But yer so pretty and kind, and I'm just a big lug from
the sticks. ...Ya really think we're becomin' friends?

Cherche: Oh, I know we are.

Donnel: Gosh, how excitin'! Donnel Tinhead, friends with the famous wyvern
subduer!

Cherche: And the wyvern, too.
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Donnel S

Donnel: Hey-ho, hey-ho... *pant, pant* Just... a bit farther...

Cherche: Goodness, what an enormous metal ring! It must weigh half a ton! Why
don't you ask Minerva to help you carry it?

Donnel: That's the thing... it's a present FOR Minerva... *pant* A surprise,
like! Reckon I better take a break... 'fore I hurt my back... *Thunk* Phew!
That's better.

Cherche: Did you say this is a present for Minerva?

Donnel: I'm givin' it to her as a symbol of the friendship what growed
between us!

Cherche: Donnel, this is a bit upsetting... Minerva gets a present, but I
don't?

Donnel: Actually, I got one for you, too. ...Ain't quite as big, obviously.
But givin' a lady a ring is a mighty big thing, so I been frettin' somethin'
fierce! What if ya don't like it? What if ya turn me down?

Cherche: I'm just relieved you're not asking my wyvern to marry you...

Donnel: Lordy, Cherche! That ain't never gonna happen. There's only one gal
for me!

Cherche: ...Well, it is a lovely ring, Donnel. Do you mind if I put it on?

Donnel: N-no. Course not.

Cherche: ...It's a perfect fit.

Donnel: G-gosh! Seein' that on your finger makes me happier'n I been my whole
life!

Cherche: And I as well. But I don't think it's fair we keep all this joy to
ourselves, do we? Let's go and find Minerva and hand over her present.

Donnel: You got it!
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11. Ricken C

Ricken: Hey, Cherche! Can I ask you for a big, humongous favor?

Cherche: Well, you can ask, but I can't make any promises.

Ricken: Can I pet your wyvern?

Cherche: What?

Ricken: Aw, nuts. I can't, right? I knew it...

Cherche: Hold now. I was just surprised, is all. You can pet her as much as
you like. Minerva IS very cute. I'm surprised more people don't ask to play
with her.

Ricken: Cute? More like utterly terrifying!

Cherche: Terrifying? MY Minerva?!

Ricken: Er, uh, right! Cute it is, then! ...Also totally scary.

Cherche: Well. I suppose she is a little bit scary. But you still want to pet
her anyway?

Ricken: Yep! I love animals. I'm like a monster whisperer or something. I've
never touched a wyvern before, but I bet we'll be best friends anyway. In
fact, I think I have the makings of a first-class wyvern rider!

Cherche: Oh, do you now?

Ricken: Yep! For a monster whisperer like me, riding a wyvern should be easy
as pie!

Cherche: Ah, the arrogance of youth...
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Ricken B

Ricken: Thanks for letting me play with Minerva again today.

Cherche: Yes, she seems to be growing used to your visits.

Ricken: Yeah, I think I'm ready to get my own wyvern and become a wyvern
rider! I mean, Minerva loves me, so I'm sure other wyverns would go crazy for
me too!

Cherche: I'm going to be blunt because I want to save you future
disappointment. If I wasn't around to calm Minerva, she likely would have
eaten you by now.

Ricken: Soooo, what you're saying is, we're NOT forming a bond and becoming
best pals?

Cherche: No, I'm afraid not. Why are you so fixated on becoming a wyvern
rider anyway?

Ricken: I dunno. I guess because I feel kind of useless in battle. I mean, I
can use magic and stuff, but that's all I'm really good at. So I thought that
maybe riding a wyvern would make me... more helpful.

Cherche: I understand you want to be an important part of the army. But the
way to do that is to specialize in one particular area. Do you dislike your
magic studies and training?

Ricken: No, I love it!

Cherche: Well, there's your answer. You should strive to be the greatest mage
you can be! If you love what you do, you're already halfway to mastering it.

Ricken: Yeah, I guess you're probably right. Thanks for the advice, Cherche!
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Ricken A

Ricken: Hey, Cherche. Do you mind if I try touching Minerva again?

Cherche: Of course. In fact, I probably don't even need to be there this
time. She's taken quite a shine to you.

Ricken: Really? That's great! Maybe I won't ever be a wyvern rider, but at
least I'll have a wyvern friend!

Cherche: And while we're on the subject, I'm sorry I spoke so negatively
about your prospects.

Ricken: Hey, it's always better to hear the turth and make your peace, right?
I have to learn how to be stronger and more powerful so I can help everyone.
Can't very well do that if I waste all my time chasing stupid dreams!

Cherche: I don't think it's stupid, Ricken. Just a tad unrealistic.

Ricken: My ultimate goal is to become Chrom's right-hand man and most trusted
ally. His stalwart aide and the mightest arrow in his quiver! Then maybe
people will start looking up to me and my family.

Cherche: Do people disparage your family? But, I thought you were...

Ricken: What, a noble? Oh, sure. We've got fancy shields and a castle and all
that. It's just that in recent years we've fallen on hard times, moneywise.

Cherche: So all your efforts at self-improvement are to uphold the honor of
your house? ...Perhaps I haven't given you enough credit, Ricken.

Ricken: Aw, shucks. It's not like I've actually done anything yet.
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Ricken S

Cherche: Ricken? I made you a new hat. Would you like to try it on?

Ricken: You made duds just for me?

Cherche: Well, you're always trying so hard to do your best, I thought you
deserved a reward.

Ricken: Wow, thanks so much, Cherche! No one's ever done anything like this
for me before!

Cherche: Well, I'm glad you're pleased.

Ricken: So, um, I have something for you, too.

Cherche: Oh? This is a surprise.

Ricken: Yeah, so, um... here.

Cherche: What a beautiful ring! But-

Ricken: It's my most treasured heirloom. It's been in our family for
generations.

Cherche: Ricken, I can't possibly accept such a precious gift.

Ricken: No, you don't understand. It has to stay in the family forever.
..Forever.

Cherche: Oh, heavens.

Ricken: Wait, lemme guess. You're going to laugh now, right?

Cherche: Of course not. Such a serious proposal demands a serious reply. You
do realize that marrying me involves... different responsibilites, yes?

Ricken: Oh, I know. And I promise that I'll look after you AND Minerva. My
best years are still ahead of me, you know?

Cherche: I've no doubt you will go on to do many amazing things, Ricken. And
Minerva and I would very much like to be a part of it.

Ricken: So does that mean you'll say yes?

Cherche: You have grown into a fine man, Ricken. And we will have a
spectacular wedding!
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11. Gaius C

Cherche: Hello, Gaius. Where are you sneaking off to?

Gaius: Just taking a quick stroll around the perimeter. I want to make sure
there aren't any enemies sneaking up on us.

Cherche: Such diligence should help us all sleep easier at night.

Gaius: Heh, first time a lady's ever said THAT to me. ...Still, thanks.

Cherche: Of course. You're a seasoned rogue and a man of the world. I envy
your experience. I honestly believe you are one of the most important cogs in
the Shepherd machine!

Gaius: Never been called a cog before, either. But thanks again.

Cherche: Which is why I want to put that worldly experience and wisdom to
better use.

Gaius: ...Yep. Right on schedule.

Cherche: What do you mean?

Gaius: You don't butter up a guy like that unless you want something.

Cherche: My, but you ARE a sharp one. ...And I mean that sincerely. Well, I
might as well get on with it. I've been hearing rumors about you.

Gaius: Oh? Do tell.

Cherche: I hear you're planning to sneak away from camp and abandon the
Shepherds.

Gaius: I see. So you came all the way out here to see if I'd do a runner.

Cherche: I had to know if the rumors were true.

Gaius: Look, the next time you have a question about my motivations, just
ask. I like a compliment as much as the next guy, but we could've saved a lot
of time here.

Cherche: You're not angry?

Gaius: All part of being a thief. If I got burned every time someone spied on
me, I wouldn't last a week.

Cherche: I see. Well, in the future, I shall be certain not to let you
discover me.

Gaius: Wouldn't it be easier to just stop spying on me?

Cherche: Hee hee. I'm not too sure about that...
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Gaius B

Gaius: Where'd you get that, Cherche?

Cherche: This spear? I purchased it from a traveling smith the other day.

Gaius: You mean One-Eyed Mort? Ha! I'd steer clear of that trickster. I've
seen theater troupes that wouldn't use the gear he sells.

Cherche: Now that you mention it, it is rather crudely constructed. I suspect
I'll need a replacement in the not-too-distant future.

Gaius: Tell you what. Why don't I lend you mine for a spell, and I'll try to
fix that one up.

Cherche: You can use a forge?

Gaius: I've been around the block a time or two.

Cherche: Thank you. You really are a most useful man to have around.

Gaius: Hey, you're the one who has to hold the front line in battle. If your
weapon falls apart, who'll save me from being poked full of holes?

Cherche: So your helping is just enlightened self-interest?

Gaius: Nothing more, nothing less.

Cherche: You'd like me to think that, wouldn't you? And yet, I wager that
beneath your gruff exterior hides a heart of gold!

Gaius: Look, just give me the spear.

Cherche: I look forward to seeing your handiwork.

Gaius: And I look forward to showing it to you.
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Gaius A

Cherche: Gaius, would you mind taking a look at my armor?

Gaius: ...Whoa. Did you take on a whole company in this stuff or what? A fix
like this is out of my league, sorry to say. Better take it to a professional
and see what he says.

Cherche: Oh. Well, thank you anyway.

Gaius: You impress me, Cherche. I mean it. Very few people have the courage
to throw themselves into battle like you.

Cherche: I'd not call it courage so much as simple self-preservation. Truth
be told, I hate all this fighting.

Gaius: Yet you're always in the thick of it.

Cherche: This war has scattered my family and friends. Driven them from
homes. Unless we see this through, none of us will ever go home again.

Gaius: Is that what you're fighting for? To be reunited with your friends and
family?

Cherche: If we lose, I might never see them again, and I can't bear that
prospect. So as long as I still have strength to bear a weapon, I shall stand
and fight.

Gaius: People all have their reasons, don't they?

Cherche: And what of you, Gaius? You seem a pragmatic man above all else. Am
I safe in assuming you fight for survival in place of a greater cause?

Gaius: More or less.

Cherche: It's more than reason enough, Gaius. Never let anyone tell you
otherwise. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to find that armorer.
(Cherche leaves)

Gaius: ...You know, I USED to think it was reason enough. Cherche has family
waiting for her. She has a home to go back to. And if she dies, a whole lot
of folks are going to feel it... Well, cripes. I guess I know what I gotta
do...
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Gaius S

Gaius: That last scrap was touch and go for a while, huh?

Cherche: For you, perhaps. You were so intent on protecting me, you almost
got killed. I thought you were fighting to survive. What inspired this
newfound recklessness?

Gaius: Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to start indulging in pointless
heroics. But I've got a new mission now, see? I just... I want to make sure
you make it home.

Cherche: It's wonderful to have such a stalwart champion, but I'm loathe to
see you hurt. So if you can stop hurling yourself in front of blows meant for
me, I'd appreciate it.

Gaius: I'll try to be a shade more careful. How's that?

Cherche: I don't understand, Gaius. Why the sudden interest in my welfare?
I'd always assumed you thieves didn't go much in for altruism.

Gaius: It's not altruism if you care about the person.

Cherche: What do you mean?

Gaius: It means... Well, it's like... Look, I don't know. I'm not much good
at giving fancy speeches. Maybe this'll explain things better.

Cherche: ...A ring? Gaius, did you craft this?

Gaius: Yeah, I did. See, I just... I thought I could protect you better if we
were married. I know us thieves have a poor record when it comes to honesty,
right? But this is from the heart, Cherche. I'm all in for you, if you'll
have me.

Cherche: I... I believe you, Gaius. You've repaired my weapons, acted as my
shield, and fought bravely by my side. How could I say no?

Gaius: Now that's what a sly dog like me likes to hear!

Cherche: I must say, it's pleasant to have such a frank conversation with
you.

Gaius: Well, we could have done this earlier if you weren't so intent on
spying on me.

Cherche: Yes. I believe I owe you an apology for that.

Gaius: Already forgiven.
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11. Gregor C

Cherche: Gregor, I wouldn't stand there if I were you. Minerva is coming
through.

Gregor: Oh! If there is one thing Gregor knows, is not to get in way of
mighty wyvern! But if lovely lady want to bowl Gregor over, is totally being
fine with him.

Cherche: Careful, my amorous friend. A knock from me will set your head
spinning just the same.

Gregor: Gregor's head always spinning in your presence.

Cherche: Heh... How would you like to take a trip somewhere that'll really
make you dizzy?

Gregor: Gregor would know more...

Cherche: Join me for a ride on Minerva, in the open skies!

Gregor: You mean, go up? Up into the sky? Beautiful lady is crazy, no?

Cherche: Offer's still open... Going once... Going twice...

Gregor: Never in Gregor's life has he said no to beautiful woman. But this
time...

Cherche: Don't tell me you're afraid of heights.

Gregor: When Gregor is young boy, he is stuck in top of tall tree for three
days and nights.

Cherche: Ah, that must have been quite the uncomfortable experience.

Gregor: Father say "Gregor, you must stay in tree!" He was very strict man.

Cherche: Why, that's terrible! You poor little-

Gregor: Stop! Gregor accept no pity from beautiful lady.

Cherche: ...Oh. Well, all right, then.
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Gregor B

Cherche: Phew. Well done, Minerva.

Gregor: Cherche is fighting bravely too, yes?

Cherche: As did you, Gregor. You were very impressive out there. Hmm? What's
the matter, Minerva?

Gregor: ..... Ho ho ho! Yes, Minerva! You also brave and strong.

Cherche: Wait, you can understand her?

Gregor: Gregor knows wyverns. Once long ago, he visit place called Wyvern
Valley. Was for business. ...But not so good job. Gregor not like to think
about it.

Cherche: What kind of business?

Gregor: Gregor ordered to collect claws from dead wyverns, yes? But Gregor is
with wicked men. They turn mission into wyvern-hunting party. Soon, we come
across mother wyvern trying to protect baby. ...Mother not make it.

Cherche: I see.
(Minerva roars)
Cherche: Minerva! What in the world has gotten into you?!

Gregor: What is happening? Why she act so crazy now?!

Cherche: I don't know! I've not heard her cry out like this since she was a
baby.

Gregor: ...Wait. Gregor remembers this cry. Is sounding like baby wyvern in a
valley.

Cherche: ...Oh. I... I see. Gregor, would you mind leaving us alone for
awhile?

Gregor: Yes. Gregor melt into shadows like piece of butter.

Cherche: Now, Minerva. What is it you want to tell me? ..... *Gasp* ...Are
you sure?
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Gregor A

Cherche: Gregor? You're going to catch a cold sleeping out here.

Gregor: Zzz... No, no... Gregor eat enough... Well, maybe one more pierogi...
*Snort* Eh? Wha-? ...Oh, hello, Cherche. And Minerva! Why you come see
Gregor?

Cherche: We wanted to talk to you. Is now a good time?

Gregor: For you, any time is good. But is Minerva sure she is wanting to talk
to Gregor?

Cherche: Oh, it's so sweet you take her feelings into consideration. You
know, Minerva, you're right. He's just like you said.

Gregor: Callous and heartless?

Cherche: Minerva told me all about what happened in Wyvern Valley. About how
you turned against your fellow sellswords and fought them off? You saved her
life, Gregor. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be with her today. We both owe
you a great deal.

Gregor: Gregor knows what feeling is to see parents killed before own two
eyes.

Cherche: What are you talking about?

Gregor: Gregor's parents were hard, but they were all he have. But one day...
Well, it does not matter. Gregor could not let same thing happen to Minerva.

Cherche: That's why you stepped in and turned against your comrades.

Gregor: Gregor always do duty for employer. But that not duty. Was bad
murder.
Gregor could not do. Never.

Cherche: *Sniff* Oh, Gregor. How can we ever thank you?

Gregor: Stop. No crying, please. Gregor have soft spot for weeping ladies.
Save tears of gratitude for when Gregor really deserves them.

Cherche: But, you do deserve them! And much more, besides...

Gregor: Oy...
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Gregor S

Cherche: Here, Gregor. I mended your clothes. Now it's almost time for
supper. What do you fancy this evening?

Gregor: Oy, Cherche. Is no need pamper Gregor like he is king! You already
say thanks for Minerva many, many times. So Gregor says you are welcome, and
then we are even, yes?

Cherche: Oh, I'm not doing this for Minerva's sake. What put that idea into
your head? She's perfectly capable of paying you back herself.

Gregor: Then why you always so nice to Gregor?

Cherche: Gregor, how long will you make me wait? I can't be much more
obvious...

Gregor: Ho ho! When it comes to women, Gregor is genius of hint-spotting.
Gregor is trying to overcome big challenge first, but he cannot wait. Here!
Is ring for you. You will marry Gregor, yes?

Gregor: Oh, Gregor! Yes! I accept with all my heart! ...Er, but what's this
"big challenge" that kept me waiting?

Gregor: If Gregor marry Cherche, then maybe he have to fly in the sky
sometime, yes? So before we marry, Gregor must overcome terror of high
places.

Cherche: Yes, that is important, isn't it? Well then, what do you say? Shall
we go for a little ride?
(Minerva roars)
Cherche: Oh, look! Minerva's getting excited!

Gregor: If gods want Gregor to fly, then give him wings for arms! Or big
balloon head! ...B-but if Gregor squeeze eyes tight and be with Cherche... is
maybe not so bad!
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11. Libra C

(Minerva roars)
Libra: I say... Was that the lonesome cry of a wyvern? ..... Heavens, I do
believe it's getting closer. ...Yes, there it is. My, look at all those
razor-sharp teeth.

Cherche: Minerva, stop that howling! We've heard quite enough already. I'm
sorry if she startled you, Libra. ...Although, you don't seem very startled,
actually.

Libra: Oh, it hardly bothers me. I've had plenty of past opportunites to grow
used to it.

Cherche: You must be a seasoed adventurer, to be so complacent about wyverns!

Libra: Well, not wyverns specifically. But I have tangled with the occasional
fell beast. Tell me, though. Is it not difficult to teach a wyvern to obey
you?

Cherche: Well, Minerva is not my servant, Libra. She's family. If she obeys
me, it's because she chooses to do so.

Libra: A wyvern treated as family?

Cherche: Is that so strange?

Libra: Well, I don't mean to judge you, milady, but frankly, yes. It does
seem a bit strange. I didn't even think it possible to forge bonds between
such disparate races. But I am glad to see it. Such open thinking embodies
the word of the Ylissean faith.

Cherche: Oh, now you're just flattering me.

Libra: Flattery is a sin, milady. I would not dream of using it. But you have
inspired me to follow your wonderful example. I, too, shall seek out a member
of another species and attempt to befriend it!
(Libra leaves)

Cherche: ...I hope he knows what he's doing.
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Libra B

Libra: You and I shall be wonderful friends, even if you don't understand
human speech! What does such a triffle matter when we are building a birdge
between our very hearts?

Cherche: Libra? Are you speaking to that mole?

Libra: We are establishing a connection, milady. A meeting of the minds, if
you will.

Cherche: ..... Going well, is it?

Libra: Difficult to say. I have no way to tell what the creature is actually
thinking. I don't suppose you would have any advice in this arena?

Cherche: Not much. I'm afraid. Minerva is very good at making her feelings
known. Whereas you are essentially talking to a furry beanbag.

Libra: *Sigh* This is harder than it looks...

Cherche: Well, if you like, you could try making friends with Minerva. You'd
like that, wouldn't you, girl?
(Minerva roars)

Libra: Gods save us! She sounds enraged!

Cherche: Oh no, that was her happy howl. Enraged is more... snippy. She's
taken quite a liking to you. Not many can look at her without trembling in
fear.

Libra: I appreciate the vote of confidence.

Cherche: See? You two are friends already, and you haven't even started yet!

Libra: Well, if you're sure Minerva would not mind...

Cherche: Not at all. And I'll be here to help out with advice and such
whenever you need it. ...Or if she tries to eat you. But I doubt that'll
happen.

Libra: I should hope not!
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Libra A

Libra: Hello, Minerva. How are you? Splendid weather, isn't it?
(Minerva roars)
Libra: Ha ha. Yes, yes indeed. Cloudless skies? A dry southerly wind? It's a
perfect day for an airborne tour!

Cherche: You two are as thick as thieves, aren't you!

Libra: Ah, hello, Cherche. And yes, I feel we have established a true heart-
to-heart connection. It's all thanks to you.

Cherche: Heh. I fear this is all your doing. You spend so much time with her,
Minerva has grown very fond of you.b

Libra: To think that I've become close friends with a member of another
species... But, no... I mustn't think like that.

Cherche: Like what?

Libra: I fight the instinctive urge to place indivisuals into categories. We
are all fellow creatures in the eyes of the gods. I never truly understood
this until my contact with Minerva.

Cherche: I bet she noticed the change in your thinking. She's a very wise
wyvern.

Libra: Indeed! I am starting to learn the truth of that. And if you don't
mind me saying, I think you are very wise as well.

Cherche: I've learned a lot from Minerva, I imagine.

Libra: I do envy your relationship. I would love to be so close to her. I
must continue to devote myself to building trust and friendship.

Cherche: I'm sure you'll succeed if you put your mind to it!
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Libra S

(Minerva roars)
Libra: Hmm... That's Minerva. But something sounds wrong. ...Minerva, what is
it? What happened?
(Minerva roars)
Libra: ...What? It's Cherche?! She's not feeling well? Understood. I'll come
right away!
(Time passes)
Libra: Cherche!

Cherche: Hello, Libra. What are you doing here?

Libra: Minerva came to me in a panic. She said you were ill.

Cherche: Really? She said that?

Libra: Please, Cherche, what is the matter? Shall I summon a doctor?

Cherche: A doctor will not help, I'm afraid. I suffer from an ailment of the
heart.

Libra: Ah, I see. I believe I understand, then. ...You are in love with me.

Cherche: That's... Um... I had actually expected this to be somewhat more
couched in metaphor... But yes, Libra. I am.

Libra: I see.

Cherche: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spring it on you so suddenly, but I
couldn't-

Libra: Do not apologize. Your words bring joy to my heart.

Cherche: They do?

Libra: Absolutely! I would not lie to you about such a thing. I confess, in
bouts of wild optimism, I prayed this day might come. And yet, I am a man
poor in worldly goods, and do not have a ring to offer you.

Cherche: I don't need a ring, Libra. You just have to promise to love me
forever!

Libra: Then I pledge, on bended knee, my eternal love! ...And promise to buy
a ring later.
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11. Henry C

Cherche: Oh, hello, Henry. Have you come by to pet Minerva?

Henry: Sure have! She's as cute as a button, that one. ...Well, if buttons
were cute. We had wyverns in Plegia, you know, and also the occasional fell
beast. But we didn't have a single wyvern that was as pretty as Minerva.

Cherche: You're very astute. Not many humans realize how beautiful she is.
They think wyverns all look the same, but people like you and I know better!

Henry: Yeah, it's sad that some folk can't tell the difference from one
animal to the next. I mean, pegasi, wyverns, dogs, birds... They're all as
different as you and me!

Cherche: You must really love animals.

Henry: Yep! I make four-legged friends wherever I go! And even some two-
legged ones. I'm also pals with a three-legged bear, but that's a story for
another time.

Cherche: I only hope you and I can become such fast friends one day. Now, why
don't you slowly approach Minerva and try scratching her ear?

Henry: All right, here goes! Hey there, Miss Wyvern! I'm Henry. Nice to
meetcha! Yowza! Sh-she tried to bite me! Look, I'm bleeding! Mmm, blood...

Cherche: Minerva! What's gotten into you?!
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Henry B

Cherche: Henry, I'm sorry about the other day,when Minerva almost... bit your
hand off. She was terribly excited about something, but I'm not sure what.

Henry: Aw, it's fine. I bet I just give off some kind of animal aura. Or
maybe she thought I was a big ham? I do smell kind of ham-like.

Cherche: In any case, I gave her a stern talking to. I don't think it'll
happen again. I hope you won't hold it against her, and that you're still
willing to be friends.

Henry: Are you kidding? Of course! Minerva and I are going to be besties for
sure!

Cherche: I know everyone is fond of Minerva, but you seem especially
attracted to her.

Henry: Well, when I was young, my best friend in the entire world was a giant
wolf. My parents ignored me most of the time, so that wolf became my whole
family. Then one day she came to visit me, and some hunters in the village...
They shot her full of arrows. Killed her on the spot.

Cherche: ...Th-that's terrible!

Henry: But they paid... Oh, how they paid... They paid in BLOOD. Er, but yes.
None of my magic could bring my beautiful wolf friend back. So I guess that's
why I hang out with you and Minerva. 'Cause it reminds me.

Cherche: We can never replace your wolf, but Minerva and I would love to be
friends with you. In fact, we were just about to go and fly a patrol around
the camp. If you have nothing else to do, you're more than welcome to join
us.

Henry: You mean, you'll let me ride on Minerva's back?! In the SKY?! Holy
horsefeathers, yes! Please let me come!

Cherche: Great. This will be lots of fun!
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Henry A

Henry: Cherche? Do you mind if I pet Minerva a little bit?

Cherche: Of course not. I was wondering if you were going to come by today.

Henry: I know I'm here a lot, but I always feel safe and happy when I'm with
Minerva.

Cherche: ...So now that you're here, Henry, I hope you'll let me ask you
something. You're always smiling and laughing and acting as if you hadn't a
care in the world. Yet, you never seem to make friends with people or allow
them to get close. ...Even me.

Henry: What? You think so? Nya ha ha! I'm not like that at all!

Cherche: There you go with that laugh again. It just sounds so hollow... I
wonder if it's even possible for someone to be your true friend?

Henry: Sheesh, Cherche. It's not like that! We're already friends! Anyway,
I'm glad we had that chat, but are we going on patrol today? I want to fly on
Minerva's back again!

Cherche: ...No. Not today. I think it's best if you don't see her for a
while.

Henry: Wha??!

Cherche: I'm very happy that you like Minerva and you two get along so well.
But I think you need to spend more time with human friends?namely, me. So I'm
going to carry out my patrol on foot, and you're coming with me.

Henry: Huh. Well, all right. If that's what you want, it's fine by me!

Cherche: Good. Let's go, shall we?

Henry: Forwaaaaaard, march!
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Henry S

Henry: Welcome back, Cherche! How was today's patrol?

Cherche: Uneventful. Did you come out here to meet me?

Henry: I figured the old dogs would be barking, so I brought a homemade
bunion salve.

Cherche: Why, thank you, Henry! But how did you know?

Henry: We've been on so many patrols together, I've memorized your whole
routine. After this, you'll put a cold towel on your head and drink a cup of
hot elderberry tea.

Cherche: It's quite remarkable how much more attention you pay to other
people now.

Henry: Nya ha ha! Yeah, I know. And it's all thanks to you!

Cherche: In any case, I'm pleased that we've become good friends.

Henry: Actually... being friends is nice and everything, but I want more. We
spend so much time together, I'm thinking we should make it official.

Cherche: Er, make what official?

Henry: Aw, come on. You've been around the carousel before. You know what I
mean! So here. This is for you.

Cherche: ...A ring? Henry, are you??

Henry: You've been really good to me, Cherche. More than just a good friend.
Going on patrols together is fun and all, but I want to see you ALL the time.
So, I was thinking we could, you know... get hitched. What do you think?

Cherche: Goodness, Henry, but this is sudden. However, I have found
myself...thinking about you a lot lately. Ever since we met, I've wanted to
know the real man behind that jolly façade. And this would be a chance to do
just that. Very well, Henry. I accept your proposal!

Henry: Fantastic! This is great, Cherche! You and me are gonna be a family!

Cherche: ...I think you're forgetting someone.

Henry: Who, Chrom? Well, I guess he can be involved somehow, but that
seems... Oh, you mean Minerva! Nya ha ha! I almost forgot! Yeah, of course!
Minerva'll be a part of the family, too!

Cherche: ...Was your first thought really CHROM?!
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Children Lover Supports

*In the English translation, they become companions(Cynthia/Kjelle can be as
well if Chrom is their father)

Lucina!

1. Owain C

Owain: Hey, Lucina.

Lucina: Greetings, Owain. How does the day find you?

Owain: Good, good! Just thought I'd drop in for a visit.

Lucina: That's kind of you. But... Why are you speaking so strangely today?
That is, so strangely... normal. You're typically much more, er, colorful.
Making up stories and yelling and the like. Are you feeling all right?

Owain: Y-yeah, I'm fine. It's just... You're a princess, Lucina. I figured it
wasn't exactly appropriate for addressing royals. Plus, Mom would tan my hide
if she ever found out.

Lucina: Lissa would object to you spinning yarns for royalty?

Owain: Not just royalty! Anybody! She gets really upset whenever I do it.
Heh, actually, I suppose most everyone does. They think I'm a bit batty.

Lucina: Do they now? That's a shame. Personally, I find it quite intriguing.

Owain: What, really?

Lucina: It's no simple feat to speak as you do when fantasy grips your mind.
Inventing weapon names and such requires a rich vocabulary and quick
thinking.
And of course your stories demand a particularly active imagination.

Owain: I guess they do, don't they? Thanks Lucina!

Lucina: Perhaps you might even consider demonstrating how you do it sometime?
I've oft been told that my manner of speech is somewhat... formal. If I could
learn to adopt your tone, it might prove useful to my own.

Owain: Heh, you sound like you're asking me to teach you a foreign language.
Hmm... I'm not sure if this would be such a good idea...

Lucina: And if I were to pledge never to speak of it to Lissa?

Owain: ...Then so be it! Prepare yourself, young Lucina! Your destiny cometh!
Hee hee, aw I can't wait.

Lucina: I look forward to it as well.
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Owain B

Owain: What are you working on, Lucina?

Lucina: Falchion hasn't been at full strength lately, so I'm examining the
blade for damage.

Owain: Sword troubles, eh? Leave it to me!

Lucina: Oh... all right. Thank you.

Owain: No blade nicks... No obvious flaws... Aha! Here's your problem!

Lucina: You've found something? Excellent! Can it be rectified?

Owain: Aw, this is easy. I've even got the tools I need with me. I'll take
care of it right now.

Lucina: Wonderful. Thank you, Owain! Could I perhaps ask you to speak in your
fanciful manner as you work? It would be good practice for my efforts to
adjust my own tone.

Owain: Heh! All right. I'll speak, and you can practice translating... Hark!
Your partner fang resists the remorseless arrow of time! It is infused with
the breath of gods and the passion of ages. Should a thousand thousand years
pass, it shall never know the red sleep!

Lucina: That one is simple. Falchion's blade will never dull or rust no
matter how much time passes.

Owain: But where fang meets sinew, Falchion remains a mortal work. Even
genius cannot hope to stop the turning of the great wheel! And so it is
reborn with each generation; transformed, butever the same in spirit.

Lucina: Hmm... But parts of the sword other than the blade DO wear out over
time. The guard and pommel have been replaced over the years, changing its
appearance. But it remains Falchion still.

Owain: Perfect! That was exactly right. You're amazing, Lucina.

Lucina: I suppose I did a fair job for a first time. But you are the amazing
one, Owain. To discover all that about a sword from a single glance is a
fearsome talent indeed!

Owain: Eh, taking care of weapons is kind of a hobby of mine. Oh, hold on...
..Aaaaaand we're done! Here you go.

Lucina: Thank you again.

Owain: My pleasure. Just let me know if there's anything else I can do.

Lucina: Perhaps I will take you up on that.
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Owain A

Owain: Hey there!

Lucina: Hello, Owain.

Owain: How's the sword treating you? Any better?

Lucina: Absolutely! I can really feel the difference. Never hath I spied
Pointy Demonspanker shine so brightly!

Owain: Pointy... Wait, did you say Demonspanker? But that's Falchion!
Treasure of the royal house of Ylisse!... Er, right?

Lucina: It was. But as it has been reborn so many times, I thought to change
the name. I tried to think of what you would call it. I pray my efforts were
adequate.

Owain: *Giggle* Hmm, uh... Heh heh, so... No, I mean, it's a fine name. But,
well... The cause to give one's blade a fitting name is a noble one, Lucina.
HOWEVER! You committed a grave sin!

Lucina: I did?!

Owain: To name a weapon is to imbue it with a soul. To change Falchion's name
is to insult the spirit it's bornefor millennia!

Lucina: I... did not consider that.

Owain: In your commendable haste to make the sword more dear to your own
heart... I fear you've stripped the very soul from your weapon! Though your
intentions were laudable, this slight must be undone.

Lucina: Yes, of course. I see now how thoughtless it was of me. ...Pray
forgive me, Falchion.

Owain: It is done. The blade's rightful name is restored. But do not forget
the love that spurred you to this brief folly. Keep it with you always. And
if you find yourself in need of maintenance, simply callout my name! Heh... I
mean, just in case... *giggle* Pointy Demonspanker needs it... Pffffft! Bwa
ha ha ha!

Lucina: I'm starting to suspect you didn't truly think it was such a fine
name...
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Owain S*

Owain: Might I beg a moment, Lucina?

Lucina: Hmm? Certainly, Owain. You're awfully formal today...

Owain: There's something I'd like you to have.

Lucina: Oh?

Owain: Here.

Lucina: ...A sheath?

Owain: It should fit Falchion.

Lucina: A thoughtful gesture, Owain, but Falchion already has a sheath.

Owain: Yes, I know. And it's as old and worn as the pommel I fixed the other
day.
I thought maybe it was time to retire it.

Lucina: You're always so thoughtful, Owain. Thank you. You do too much for
me...

Owain: Please, it's my pleasure. Plus, it's good for the sword... Because I
was thinking it could serve as my proxy.

Lucina: How do you mean?

Owain: There's no telling what the war holds for us. I probably won't always
be there to fight at your side when you need me. But your sheath will always
be there. If it can aid you in my stead, I'll rest easier.

Lucina: Owain...

Owain: I've been trying to think of ways I can help out for a while now, you
know? And the other day, you said you were impressed by my way with weapons.
So I figured this might be a way I could... show you how I feel.

Lucina: That's really beautiful, Owain. I'm certain it will serve me well.

Owain: You accept it then?

Lucina: Of course, Owain. And with you, this sheath, and Falchion at my side,
I have nothing to fear!

Owain: Yesss! Oh, I'm so glad I got up the nerve to give it to you!

Lucina: From this day forth, we're partners. So no more holding back. Feel
free to speak in your normal, abnormal way.

Owain: You got it! ...Wait, abnormal?

Lucina: I didn't say that. Well, no, I SAID it, but I didn't... I'm sorry,
Owain. But it's the fact that it's strange that makes it so fascinating!
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1. Laurent C

Laurent: A moment, Lucina, if you please.

Lucina: Hmm? What is it, Laurent?

Laurent: Might I take a look at your left leg?

Lucina: ...What's this about?

Laurent: If my suspicions are correct, you have been injured.

Lucina: But... How did you know? I didn't tell anyone. ...They would have
just worried needlessly.

Laurent: You're favoring your right slightly when you walk. I knew something
was amiss.

Lucina: I'm impressed by your attention to detail.

Laurent: I consider it my role to monitor this army's condition and aid in
its preservation. I ask that you seek prompt and thorough treatment for your
leg. The desire to spare your allies worry is noble, but misguided. Hobbling
yourself with a poorly healed leg will cause far greater woe than the truth.

Lucina: ...I shall have it looked at and be sure to give it proper time to
heal.

Laurent: I wish you a swift recovery.

Lucina: Ever the voice of reason... I should learn from his example.
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Laurent B

Lucina: Rgh... Strange...

Laurent: Is something amiss, Lucina? You have an air of consternation.

Lucina: Oh, hello, Laurent. I've been practicing my sword form, but something
feels off.

Laurent: In what way?

Lucina: The force behind each swing feels weak.

Laurent: Well, I fear your grasp of swordplay far exceeds my own... But I do
understand something of forces. Might I ask you to demonstrate?

Lucina: If you think it might help. On three, yes? One... two... HAAAH!

Laurent: Ah! I think I've got it.

Lucina: Already?!

Laurent: I suspect you've begun taking shallower steps due to your erstwhile
leg injury. A common phenomenon among the recently recovered, I've found. Add
another half step's length to your lunge, and you're likely to find your old
form.

Lucina: I see. I'll give it a try. One... Two... RAAH! Ah! Yes, that's it
exactly! Laurent, you're brilliant! I'm in your debt again. Such a talent
almost defies all measure.

Laurent: Not at all.

Lucina: You really do keep such a keen eye on all of us. On behalf of the
whole camp, it is most deeply appreciated.

Laurent: You are too kind. Perspicacity and analysis are the only things I
have to offer. If you ever find yourself in need of either, I am at your
humble service.

Lucina: I'm sure I'll have need of your talents again soon!
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Laurent A

Lucina: Laurent? Might I have a moment?

Laurent: Yes, of course.

Lucina: Lately, I've been hearing some disquieting talk. People are saying
that the quality of your work has... faltered, as of late.

Laurent: What?

Lucina: Mind you, it's hardly fair to complain. We all rely on you too much
as it is. And I, for one, am confident that there are no grounds for the
accusation. However, as your friend, I did want you to know.

Laurent: ...I see. Yes, well, thank you for alerting me.

Lucina: There's no truth to it, is there? I'll find the source of this
baseless rumor and make them?

Laurent: N-no! ...Er, please, say nothing. I fear they have the right of it.
Of late, I find myself... distracted.

Lucina: If something weighs on your mind, I'd be happy to lend an ear.

Laurent: Hmm... How to put it?

Lucina: No need to hold back, Laurent. You can speak plainly to me about
anything. Well, as plainly as you ever speak... I owe you at least that much
after all the help you've given me.

Laurent: ...Very well then. I fear I've lost sight of myself and the role
that I serve. As I was making my rounds, helping others in their training. I
had a thought... What if all my efforts were nothing more than idle ego?
Everyone in this army possesses tremendous skill and physical aptitude. Who
am I to tell them how to go about their training? Or take care of their
health? I worry that I serve only my own pride with these foolish endeavors.

Lucina: That's absurd, Laurent! I, of all people, know how helpful you truly
are!

Laurent: Lucina...

Lucina: The only person here you could stand to spend more time helping is
yourself.

Laurent: Er, myself?

Lucina: Yes! Work on learning to give yourself more credit. If you're unsure
how, I'll show you.

Laurent: At the risk of sounding rude, you hardly seem the most qualified
teacher. If there's anyone in this army who is harder on themselves than I,
it is you.

Lucina: Hah! Well, that just might be true! I'd be absolutely no help at all,
heh heh...

Laurent: Perhaps the two of us can work on improving together?

Lucina: Heh, a fine idea. It's a deal!
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Laurent S

Lucina: Are you free, Laurent?

Laurent: L-Lucina!

Lucina: I thought we might join minds to think up some new ideas for...

Laurent: .....

Lucina: Um, Laurent? Is something wrong? You seem unwilling to meet my gaze.

Laurent: A-apologies, milady!

Lucina: You're acting very strange. Whatever is the matter?

Laurent: No, I merely, er... It's just that...

Lucina: If something is on your mind, perhaps I might help find and answer.
I've told you before, you can always speak frankly to me.

Laurent: ...Very well then. When I spoke to you before about my distracted
state, I mentioned my doubts. Was I really helping others, and so on. You
recall this conversation, yes? Well, I fear it was... a half-truth.

Lucina: Oh?

Laurent: I was not worried about whether I was fit to support the army... I
was worried I was unfit to support you. Thoughts of how I might better aid
you and you alone consumed me! That was my true distraction from watching
over the others.

Lucina: Laurent, what exactly are you saying?

Laurent: You're Chrom's daughter, and in your veins runs the blood of exalts
and heroes. ...So how could a common man such as I ever be worthy of you?

Lucina: That's ridiculous! Birth has nothing to do with talent or ability!

Laurent: I want to serve as your support, but how can I believe it's
possible? And without such belief, nothing matters. I am but a twig floating
in a stream.

Lucina: So that's the full reason, is it?

Laurent: I am in love with you, Lucina. I can say it no plainer.

Lucina: ...Oh.

Laurent: I know I'm a fool to harbor a love far beyond my station, and yet?

Lucina: Laurent, please?have you ever heard me talk about station before? I
don't give a whit for your parentage. I care about what's in your heart.
..And in truth, I feel much the same about you.

Laurent: You... You do?

Lucina: I do, and have for quite some time.

Laurent: Th-this is wonderful! Stupendous! For once, I don't know what to
say...

Lucina: I want to support you as you have me. Together... Forever.

Laurent: As do I. It's only right two souls derelict in caring for themselves
find each other!
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1. Brady C

Lucina: Hello, Brady.

Brady: ...Nnngh? Oh, uh, hey... *cough*

Lucina: Oh, dear. Are you not feeling well?

Brady: Whatcha talkin' about? Just look at me!

Lucina: Er... truth be told, you look at least as ill as you sound.

Brady: Aw, stop your worryin'! It's just a little cold! *Cough* *hack*
*wheeeeze*

Lucina: Brady, if you're ill, you should be resting.
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Brady: I'm fine! I just need a... Need a... Hommina... Hoomina... Ahhhhgkbh-
CHOOOO!

Lucina: There, do you see? You can barely speak without producing a bizarre
sneeze.

Brady: Q-quiet, you! It ain't a... Ahhhhgkbh-CHOOOO! ...Ain't nothin'
"bizzare" about it.

Lucina: I have the prefect thing for a cold. Allow me to fetch it for you.

Brady: Keep it! S-save it for yourself. Look, just leave me to dribble in
peace, yeah?

Lucina: Well, please be sure to go easy until you're better, yes?

Brady: Enough already! Make like an ox cart and... uh... haul off! Don't want
you catching the dreaded red, too.

Lucina: Well, if you're certain you don't need any help. Take care, Brady.
(Lucina leaves)

Brady: Gah... Nice going, tough guy! Why ya gotta make everyone all
worried...
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Brady B

Lucina: Yah! Haah! Rrraaagh!

Brady: Yeesh, does that gal ever get tired? She's been swinging that sword
for hours!

Lucina: Hyaaaah! ...Ngh?!

Brady: Muh?

Brady: Lucina! What happened? What's wrong?!

Lucina: Oh... B-Brady. It's nothing. My sword hand slipped and I dropped my
sword. ...It's fine.

Brady: Fine? Ain't nothing fine about it! Now gimme a look at that arm!

Lucina: H-hey! Brady, what are you...?!

Brady: And your neck, too. ...... ...Yup. Figured as much. You're running
yourself ragged. No more practice. You need forty winks, and you need it
yesterday!

Lucina: What are you talking about? I'm not tired, and I certainly don't have
time for a nap.

Brady: Maybe you should stop worryin' about us chumps and listen to your
body! You go out on the battlefield like this, and you'll get yourself
killed!

Lucina: Just what do you mean by that? How can you-

Brady: Hey! Experienced priest here, remember? I may be hopeless myself, but
I can tell a thing or two about other people's health. Now hold still...

Lucina: B-Brady, I don't...

Brady: ...... Body feel sluggish today? Heavier than normal?

Lucina: How could you possibly-

Brady: Swollen neck. Your muscles are inflamed...

Lucina: How would my neck make me feel heavier?

Brady: Neck's the only road what leads between the brain and the body. Every
signal's gotta pass through it, and inflammation slows traffic down. Even
just a little exertion can wipe ya out like an old rag.

Lucina: Is there a solution?

Brady: I told ya! Get your keister in bed! And stick a cool, moist cloth
under your neck while you sleep. When you get up, give your neck a gentle
stretch. Roll your head around.  Massage it.

Lucina: All right. I'll give that a try... Thank you, Brady.
(Lucina leaves)

Brady: No rushing, either! And actually sleep, for the love'a clams! ... Gone
already. Typical.
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Brady A

Lucina: Brady...

Brady: That's my name!

Lucina: I'm a little late in this, but thank you for your help before. I did
as you said, and I feel completely recovered! In fact, it may just be in my
head, but I actually feel lighter on my feet than ever.

Brady: Well, don't go pushing yourself, twinkle toes. You only get one body.

Lucina: I'll be careful. ...... Meanwhile, I fear you're looking as sallow as
ever.

Brady: Hey, this is my natural colour! And quit yer worryin' about me! We're
done here! Git!

Lucina: Not yet, we aren't! It's my turn to aid you. You didn't let me help
you at all when you came down with that cold. I won't be denied the chance
again! I WILL help you, Brady.

Brady: You can start by lettin' go! Gya! Getcha stinkin' paws off'a me!

Lucina: Struggling is... futile! Hurk! I can... outgrapple you!

Brady: Waugh! What part of helping me involves a submission hold?!

Lucina: The part where you refuse to submit! Now, submit! Give your body over
to me!

Brady: D-don't go sayin' crap like that where folks can hear y-OUCH! Agh!
Uncle! Uncle!

Lucina: Believe it or not, i'm quite the masseuse.

Brady: GAAH?! My neck! My back! Ngh! ...Oh god, I heard somethin' snap!

Lucina: Does that hurt? I hadn't begun to apply any real pressure. ...I think
someone might be exaggerating.

Brady: I think someone might have his shoulder dislocated! Please stop! Owww!

Lucina: ...Oh. Sorry. I didn't realize.

Brady: Yeesh! Feels like I just ran through a gauntlet or two...

Lucina: How very strange... Everyone else I've done this for has needed at
least that much pressure to feel it.

Brady: Well, I guess I'm just one'a the gods' special little critters. Next
time be a bit more gentle, will ya?

Lucina: I'll be more careful. I promise.

Brady: Good. And, uh, thanks, I guess. ...For the thought, anyway.
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Brady S

Lucina: Brady! Have you heard?

Brady: Heard what?

Lucina: Oh! Oh, no you clearly... Yes, well, um... It seems that... People
seem to think that we're a couple.

Brady: Whaat?! ...How?!

Lucina: Rumors that we're together are flying all around camp...

Brady: Yeah, but WHY?! Who started 'em? And what for? Oh, man, whoever it
was, they're about to enter a world'a pain!

Lucina: I don't know that it was any one person. Perhaps it just spread on
its own. We have been fairly close as of late. Wrestling, massages... that
sort of thing. Out of context, I suppose they could have appeared as intimate
behaviors.

Brady: ... A WORLD'A PAIN! Gah! How could you be so calm when ya say junk
like that?!

Lucina: S-sorry! I didn't realize I oughtn't...

Brady: Course whoever saw us just HAD to view it in the most scandalous way
possible!

Lucina: Quite the misunderstanding, yes.

Brady: Anybody with half a brain would know I'm way too big a weakling to be
with you!

Lucina: ...Th-that's not true at all! Thanks to your advice, my body's never
been in better condition! I... I really appreciate that.

Brady: Oh yeah?

Lucina: ......

Brady: Enough to act on some crazy rumors?

Lucina: I'm sorry?

Brady: No, I... I mean, only if you wanted, but... I dunno. If they're
already sayin' it... I mean, why not, right?

Lucina: Why not... be a couple, you mean?

Brady: Y-yeah! Or goin' steady, or whatever ya wanna call it. I like being
with ya, Lucina. Even when ya just about broke my darn back, heh heh. So, if
everyone else is gonna set the stage for us, why waste the opportunity?

Lucina: I always felt that your kindness kept my spark alive amidst all  this
darkness... If you'll have me, Brady, I'd be honored.

Brady: Hey, same here. So... Sure, I guess? Let's do it.

Lucina: It's a bit ticklish, putting all this into words, isn't it? Heh, am I
blushing as red as you?

Brady: Gah! I didn't even realize till now! I must look like a damn tomater!
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1. Yarne C

Yarne: ...Pulse? Check. ...Arms? Check. ..Legs? Check! Whew! Looks like I'm
all here. Ugh. Why do I keep fighting if I'm going to be such a coward?!

Lucina: Yarne? Is something wrong? You look upset.

Yarne: Oh, hey. No, I'm fine. I was just, uh... Reflecting on the horrors of
war.

Lucina: I often do the same. Thinking how everyone is suffering each day we
let it continue... Farmers are slain in their fields, merchants are robbed,
children become orphans...

Yarne: Actually, I meant the part where everybody trying to kill me. My
life's worth no more than the next guy's. I know that, but... It's still a
lot of pressure being the last of entire race.

Lucina: I can only imagine.

Yarne: Don't get me wrong.... I'm scared, but I still want to help. I'll keep
fighting. I just.... really don't... want to, is all. ...Heh. Pretty sad, I
know.

Lucina: So be it.

Yarne: Er, so be what, exactly?

Lucina: I will cover your back. From now, you need only worry about foes in
front of you.

Yarne: What?

Lucina: I swear to keep you safe. That way, perhaps you can fight without
fear.

Yarne: Lucina, everyone else is out there fighting on their own. I feel
terrible asking, but... That would be such a great relief! ...Thank you.

Lucina: I'm happy to do all I can to ease an ally's mind. Thank you for
opening up to me. I'm honored by your trust.

Yarne: Not at all!

Lucina: I should be going. I'll see you, Yarne.

Yarne: ...Oh, what am I doing?! Gods, why not just ask her to babysit you,
you big coward?! This is low, even for me...
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Yarne B

Yarne: ...Ow! For a shallow cut, my arm sure doesn't want to heal up... Still
really hurts, too. I knew I saw someone behind that tree, but nooo! I had to
go charge in like an idiot... Ah, well. I'm still alive, and the arm'll heal.
I'll count my blessings.

Lucina: Might I have a minute, Yarne?

Yarne: Sure. What is it?

Lucina: I wanted to see how you're recovering.

Yarne: What, this? I'm fine, thanks. I'm sorry you had to see me fall for
such an obvious ambush. I was doing so well, too. But you know me! It's not a
battle if I don't screw up...

Lucina: That's not true at all... But I'm just glad you weren't more
seriously injured. I promised I would watch your back, and now... I am so, so
sorry, Yarne.

Yarne: What?! No! Don't apologize. We're at war! Nicks and scratches are
bound to happen!

Lucina: Still...

Yarne: It's very kind of you, Lucina, but I'm the one who needs to shape up,
not you. Heh, next time I'll show 'em this rabbit's no easy prey! Give 'em
the ol' taguel one-two!

Lucina: Just, please...

Yarne: Hmm?

Lucina: Please be careful. Don't do anything rash. In the last battle, it
almost seemed like you were trying to protect me...? I'll be twice the fool
if you get hurt trying to keep me safe while I try to keep you safe!

Yarne: Well, I can't just sit back and let you do all the work. And I can't
keep you all to myself. The others need your help, too. Plus, I want to keep
you safe as much you want to keep me safe. We're friends!

Lucina: No, of course. That's all true, but..

Yarne: Believe me, I'm not eager to get hurt either. I'll do my best to stay
out of trouble.

Lucina: And I'll do my best to keep trouble away from you.
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Yarne A

Yarne: Are you all right?!

Lucina: Yarne?

Yarne: Holy carrots, your leg! Did you get that trying to protect me?

Lucina: No, I was just a bit careless. I, er... let my attention slip for a
moment, and they were quick with a blade. That's all. It's mostly healed,
besides. You needn't worry yourself over it.

Yarne: You're a terrible liar, you know that? After my arm got hurt, you've
been guarding me nonstop. It's obvious. What happen to our promise not to do
anything crazy, hmm?

Lucina: Er, I didn't... Don't be mad.

Yarne: I'm not mad at you, but I'm furious with myself!

Lucina: Yarne, no! Don't be. I really was careless. This is no one's fault
but my own.

Yarne: ...Heh. Ha ha ha!

Lucina: Is... something funny?

Yarne: It's just... The two of us, taking hits for each other. Then we both
protest that it's all our fault and that the other shouldn't feel guilty. I
don't know, it just struck me as funny. We're some pair, you and me.

Lucina: Heh, I suppose it IS a little silly. But a part of me thinks that's
the way it should be allies.

Yarne: You think?

Lucina: Sure. Helping each other... Making sacrifices... Accepting
responsibility for our failings and helping each other learn from them...
That sounds like the ideal ally to me.

Yarne: What you put it like that, it does. I guess we're doing pretty well.

Lucina: Very well, I should think! You can continue to count on me to watch
your back!

Yarne: And on me to watch yours!
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Yarne S

Lucina: Yarne!

Yarne: Hm? What is it? Everything all right? You're all worked up.

Lucina: I've just been so impressed with your performance in combat lately! I
had to come and tell you!

Yarne: Wow, I... Thanks, Lucina. The old rabbit "run for your life" instinct
is still there, but I feel like I'm getting better.

Lucina: You're a whole different person out there! It's amazing to witness.

Yarne: Aw, you're exaggerating. But I'm glad. ...So, um... If I've been doing
so well, Do I get a reward?

Lucina: Hah! Of course, you name it! If it's within my power, it's yours.

Yarne: W-will you be my girl?!

Lucina: ...What?

Yarne: I always hated being a coward and a burden on everyone else. I wanted
to change, but... It wasn't until we started watching out for each other that
I learned how. You thought me what real strength is, and I learn more from
you every day... But I've got a long way to go, and that's where you come
in...

Lucina: Yarne...

Yarne: I love you, Lucina! You make me a better taguel, on the field and off.
I want to be you always...

Lucina: ...I would like that very much, Yarne.

Yarne: You would? Really?!

Lucina: You've become so brave, so dedicated... It's true that when we first
met, you were like as not to turn and run. But watching you conquer your fear
has been an inspiration to me.

Yarne: Huh...

Lucina: Seeing you grow has filled me with pride, as much as if it were my
own improvement. I want to keep sharing in your life, and I want you to share
in mine. So yes, Yarne. ...I love you, too.

Yarne: Ha! After hearing that, I feel like I just grew about hundred times
stronger! With you by my side, I'll become a real warrior yet!
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1. Inigo C

Inigo: Lucina! Wait! Hold up one second. ...Aw, what, no smile for old Inigo?
There's a shocker.

Lucina: I beg your pardon?

Inigo: It's just you're always so darn grim. Don't get me wrong, a determined
woman certainly has her charms! But all day, every day is a bit much, don't
you think? It's bringing people down.

Lucina: Then the others have complained of my attitude as well?

Inigo: Well, no. I mean, not everyone... But some people! Er, well, one.
..Okay, me. Look, I just figured I'd point it out before it became a huge
problem.

Lucina: I see.

Inigo: Fretting is contagious! If you keep it up, you'll have the whole camp
infected.

Lucina: You think I'm contagious?

Inigo: In a way, yeah! ...A little, I guess. You're a leader, you know? We
all look up to you.

Lucina: You make a fair case.

Inigo: Yeah? So smile a little! Even if you have to fake it. It's not hard,
you know. You just raise your cheeks like this! Here...

Lucina: Gah! Ret go uh mah FAFE!

Inigo: See there, Lucina? That's the cheeriest I've ever seen you. I think I
feel a new infection coming on!

Lucina: You'll freel more dan dat if you don unhand muh!

Inigo: Ha ha, mercy, my lady! I'll leave you alone! But get practicing. Next
time I drop by, I expect you to be smiling like a pro!

Lucina: ...Would he honestly have me grinning about all day like a madwoman?
Bah. He always did seem a bit off...
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Inigo B

Lucina: Another village wiped out by the Risen. Another step toward a dark
future...

Inigo: Tsk tsk tsk. Such a grim countenance...

Lucina: Oh, it's you.

Inigo: Looks like someone forgot her daily smiling practice!

Lucina: Now is hardly the time!

Inigo: Now is PRECISELY the time! In dark times like this, you just have to
keep grinning until you feel happy.

Lucina: A village was butchered, Inigo! Men and women, slaughtered! Would you
have me charge into battle with a grin on my face? Giggle my way through war
meetings?! Laugh as my steel pierces flesh?! There are times when a person
has no business smiling!

Inigo: Gods, but you ARE grave... All right, then. It looks like drastic
measures are in order.

Lucina: Wh-what are you... Get your hands away from--

Inigo: Tickle tickle tickle!

Lucina: S-stop that! Stop...AH HA HA! I-Inig... AH HA HA HA! Stop! Stop! Stop
that this instant! Stop before I cut off your hands!

Inigo: Well? Feel any happier?

Lucina: I feel annoyed! I told you, I'm not in the mood for such folly. Now
leave me be.

Inigo: Hm, so tickling is off limits, then? Perhaps it's time for a little...

Lucina: NO! Do not attempt anything! Do not even speak! JUST! BE! QUIET!

Inigo: ......

Lucina: ...Thank you.

Inigo: ......

Lucina: Inigo, what are you... What is that...some kind of strange new dance?
..What is wrong with your face? Are you in pain...?

Inigo: Ha ha! I'm fine, Lucina. It's called miming! That was my "man trapped
in a box."  Entertaining, no? And entirely silent! Mother taught me that one.
She said she uses it quite often.

Lucina: That isn't what I meant when I told you to be quiet!

Inigo: Well how else am I supposed to help you practice?

Lucina: ENOUGH, Inigo! What must I do to convince you to leave me in peace?
Unlike you, my head is not filled with rainbows and sunshine. I carry sense
enough to realize the dire straits we find ourselves in. I have no desire to
smile right now, and even less to fake one! If you're too dense to understand
that, I don't know how to help you!

Inigo: ...All right, Lucina, all right. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...
..I'll see you later.

Lucina: ...... Blast. I shouldn't have lost my temper. I know he meant
well...
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Inigo A

Lucina: Perhaps I should apologize to Inigo... He works on my nerves
sometimes...but I know he means well. I suppose he'd tell me to just smile
and forget about it.

Inigo: ...Hey, Lucina.

Lucina: Inigo, I--

Inigo: No, don't worry! Just passing through. I won't bother you, I promise.

Lucina: Inigo, I actually wanted to apologize for before... I meant what I
said, but my delivery was quite harsh... I appreciate your desire for mirth,
but I just don't think this is the time. If you can agree to stop asking me
to smile, I pledge to never yell at you again.

Inigo: Sure. No problem. Sometimes I forget that everyone's head isn't
stuffed with rainbows.

Lucina: Inigo, I didn't--

Inigo: Don't worry about it. Consider it dropped. I'll stop bothering you
now.

Lucina: Inigo, wait...

Inigo: Hmm?

Lucina: S-sorry... I just thought... It looked like you were crying.

Inigo: What, me? Ha ha! No, I'm not crying. I'm pretty sure I was smiling?

Lucina: Yes, I suppose. Still, for a moment it looked like... Well, I looked
at your face, and it just made my heart drop...

Inigo: Oh, wow. Um...I'm sorry? I certainly didn't mean to make you upset.

Lucina: No, don't apologize! It is I who needs to make amends. I was unable
to understand your thinking when you expressed it in words. But when I saw
your face just now, it all became clear to me. We influence the emotions of
those around us...and a smile is a powerful thing.

Inigo: That's it exactly, Lucina! And yours counts for double!

Lucina: Heh. Thank you, Inigo.

Inigo: By the gods! Finally, she smiles! ...Now was that so bad?

Lucina: It's...easier that I thought.

Inigo: You're a natural!

Lucina: Perhaps you will see more of this in the future. I shall dedicate
myself to lifting the spirits of all those around me.

Inigo: Well, if you ever need help, you only have to ask!
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Inigo S

Lucina: May we speak a moment, Inigo?

Inigo: So much for the new, cheerier Lucina...

Lucina: Even the new me cannot muster a smile today.

Inigo: What, did something happen? Is everyone all right?

Lucina: No, our friends are all fine, so far as I know. That said, there
hasn't been anything I'd call happy news, either.

Inigo: Okay, seriously. What's going on? You're acting awfully strange today.

Lucina: It's about to get... stranger.

Inigo: You're scaring me, Lucina.

Lucina: When I became so upset at your insistence that I smile before... Do
you remember that?

Inigo: Of course. I record everything any girl says to me, insults and all.

Lucina: Well, I realize now that wasn't the only reason I was so angry... I
was angry because you were making me happy, and I didn't... I didn't think I
could afford such feelings at a time like this.

Inigo: Oh?

Lucina: I've been such a stern person to you, and I don't deserve your
kindness... But the truth is, I... ...I think I am in love with you.

Inigo: ...What?

Lucina: Would you stay with me, Inigo? Would you be the sword at my side?

Inigo: I... ...Yes, Lucina. Yes! If you'll have me.

Lucina: Truly?! For good and all?!

Inigo: Lucina, I've been in love with you since the moment we met! But you're
Ylissean royalty... I guess I never thought I was worthy. Besides, I figured
Chrom would murder me if I tried anything!

Lucina: You were worried about Father?! Ha ha ha! I can just picture him
receiving you at the castle, broadsword across his lap! Ah ha!

Inigo: There's that smile again!

Lucina: I can't help it! Imagine Father chopping you into bloody bits! Heh ha
ha ha!

Inigo: I'm glad you're laughing and all, but maybe next we'll work on your
sense of humor...

Lucina: Ha ha... Oh, I'm sorry, Inigo. I'm just so happy about us, and... I
guess I'm not used to such things.

Inigo: Well, better get used to enjoying yourself, because you're stuck with
me now!

Lucina: Would that our love infects others just as sure as a smile does...

Inigo: Right! We won't stop until every girl in the world is happy!

Lucina: Right! ...Wait, just the girls? What do you mean, Inigo?!

Inigo: Ha ha! ...Ha? Um...ha? Don't worry, love. You'll always come first in
my book!

Lucina: There shouldn't be a book at all! I catch you looking at another
woman and it will be ME chopping you into bloody bits!

Inigo: There's that odd sense of humor again! Heh, good one, Lucina. ...Er,
Lucina?
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1. Gerome C

Lucina: Gerome?

Gerome: Ah, Lucina.

Lucina: I'm not intruding, am I? I don't want to disturb your rest.

Gerome: It's fine. What do you want?

Lucina: Well, nothing, really. I just came to say thank you.

Gerome: For what?

Lucina: You gave me your mask, remember? You said there might come a time
where I would need to conceal my identity...

Gerome: Ah. Yes. I remember.

Lucina: Well, it was very prescient of you! The mask proved most useful. So
again, thank you.

Gerome: Think nothing of it.
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Gerome B

Lucina: *Sigh*

Gerome: Something wrong, Lucina?

Lucina: Oh, hello, Gerome...

Gerome: What's the matter?

Lucina: I've lost my pendant.

Gerome: Oh? What manner of pendant?

Lucina: It's carved with the likeness of my mother. It's very precious to me.

Gerome: ...Where was the last place you saw it?

Lucina: I took it off while I was cleaning the supply tent. I didn't want it
getting scratched.

Gerome: I suppose you've already searched there?

Lucina: Many times.

Gerome: Then we should retrace your steps and see if we can't find it.

Lucina: You'll help me look?

Gerome: It's important to you, isn't it?

Lucina: Yes, very much so. I simply... Thank you, Gerome.

Gerome: Thank me when we find it.
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Gerome A

Lucina: Ah, Gerome. Perfect timing.

Gerome: Oh? What for?

Lucina: We're holding a war council, and I was hoping you might attend.

Gerome: Sorry. I'm not much for group activity.

Lucina: A pity. We could benefit from your calm, measured opinions. You have
a keen mind for combat as well... Regardless, I will not force you.

Gerome: I am sorry if I disappoint you. But I know my own limitations. I am
not one for plans or speeches. I am a wolf that deals only in death.

Lucina: Then we have something in common.

Gerome: We do not. You are a leader who can inspire withboth words and deeds.
Though we fight alongside each other in the field, we play different roles.

Lucina: You sell yourself short, sir.

Gerome: The right tool for the right job. Isn't that what they say? You
provide the inspiration and strategy. I will cut down any who dare oppose
you.

Lucina: There is a certain wisdom to what you say.

Gerome: Don't sound so surprised... Now, I have some swords to sharpen, and I
think you have a council to attend.

Lucina: Farewell, Gerome. I shall look for you on the battlefield.

Gerome: You needn't look far- I will stand beside you, as always.
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Gerome S

Gerome: Lucina? I need to speak with you.

Lucina: What is it?

Gerome: I... regret refusing your invitation to the war council. I am sorry.

Lucina: You owe me no apologies, Gerome. I understand your thinking... "The
right tool for the right job." We must all strive to perform our roles as
best we can.

Gerome: I know I said that, but I was mistaken.

Lucina: ...You were?

Gerome: I want to help you in any way I can, Lucina.

Lucina: I... Thank you, Gerome.

Gerome: I have admired you for many long years. I would gladly die for you.
But when you asked me to help in an unfamiliar way, I chose the craven's
path. I hope you can forgive me.

Lucina: Fine, you are forgiven! Then can we now please stop with this absurd
apology? You've been my most stalwart companion ever since childhood, Gerome.
And if anyone else called you craven, I would cut them down on the spot!

Gerome: ...Thank you, Lucina.

Lucina: Lone wolf you may be, but there is no one I rely on more in a battle.
Besides, what you've shown here is as inspiring as any speech or grand tact-

Gerome: Lucina, enough!

Lucina: I beg your pardon?

Gerome: I am no poet, Lucina, to woo you with honeyed words. I am a blunt
measure of a man, so I know no other way to say this... ...I love you.

Lucina: Oh, Gerome...

Gerome: If truth be told, I've felt this way since I first laid eyes on you.
But only after all these years have I finally found the courage to tell you.

Lucina: But I have felt the same, Gerome, for so long! Did you never sense
it?

Gerome: You mean... we've both had this feeling? And since long ago?

Lucina: Heh, I guess neither of us is regarded as one to display our
emotions...

Gerome: Then I regret our past, but we have our present and future. Together.

Lucina: We shall fight, and live, side by side from now until we draw our
final breath.
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Kjelle!

2. Owain C

Owain: Well, if it isn't my old nemesis, Kjelle!

Kjelle: What do you want, Owain?

Owain: Long have we vied for the title of strongest, bound by fate and our
unbending wills. But I will not rest until I've put a stop to your nefarious
deeds for good!

Kjelle: Really, I have no time for this. Do you need something? If not, I'm
going to go.

Owain: Ugh, come on! Work with me here! Put some feeling in it! I know you
hate men, but would it kill you to show a little of effort?

Kjelle: I don't hate men. I hate idiots. ...A class you fall right into,
coincidentally. Even the way you talk makes me angry. Half the time I have no
idea what you're saying. It's always stories and sound effects and...
posturing.

Owain: Which is why I'm speaking normally right now.

Kjelle: And yet I still can't see your point. Now go away.

Owain: What if I offer to help clean your gear? Come on, it'll be fun.

Kjelle: I can take care of my own things.

Owain: Fine then! Just... fine! I don't need this! I can go anywhere and be
insulted!
(Owain leaves)

Kjelle: .....
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Owain B

Owain: You bear an ominous mien, nemesis! Your face is as a rose-lit dawn
wreathed in storm clouds of ebon dark!

Kjelle: .....

Owain: Where is it that calls you hence? What dark purpose spurs you on?! Is
it the path of the fallen you walk, or the road to redemption?

Kjelle: I'm going to the storehouse because my things are there. And what's
this about my mien, huh? Was that because I'm a woman? I don't need you
penning heartsy-fartsy stuff about how lovely I am. If you have to go writing
poems about me, they damned well better be war epics!

Owain: Geez, all right! Tough crowd... Look, let's try this again. I'll even
speak normally.

Kjelle: I'd prefer if you didn't speak at-

Owain: Hey, Kjelle. You off to the storehouse to grab some gear?

Kjelle: ...Why?

Owain: Lemme give you a hand!

Kjelle: Please don't.

Owain: Aw, come on. I can do a lot more than just name weapons, you know. I'm
one of the best maintenance people in this whole camp. Just gimme a chance.
Come on! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c-

Kjelle: *Sigh* ...I suppose it's better than leaving you idle to work
mischief elsewhere.

Owain: Great! I mean, extremely condescending, but the end result? Still
great.

Kjelle: Less talking, more walking. I'm eager to see these... talents of
yours.

Owain: Brace yourself! I don't want you dying of shock at how impressed
you'll be!
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Owain A

Owain: Cavalier armor. Medium weight class. Combines significant defense with
impressive mobility.

Kjelle: .....

Owain: This one's an archer's jerkin. It boasts unrivaled ease of motion but
lacks any real stopping power.

Kjelle: Do you really need to narrate?

Owain: It's important to keep the characteristics of the equipment in mind
while working on it.

Kjelle: I suppose I should be happy you're not just goofing around. Still, it
would help if you kept your thoughts inside your head.

Owain: Words are important. Our armor and weapons are partners in this war.
Granting them a voice elevates them from hunks of iron to something more. It
breathes into them a soul, transforming mere tools into implements of divine
will!

Kjelle: .....

Owain: Take this breatplate. I hear it whisper to me... "I am the Argent Lion
Mail," it says. "Behold my regal, silvery form! Behold!" Kjelle, are you
beholding? Kjelle? ...Hey, where'd you go?! She just... disappeared...
That's... kind of amazing.

Kjelle: .....

Owain: Gag! What dark sorcery is this?! A lone knight's armor moves of its
own accord! Be at peace, ghostly visitor!

Kjelle: It just never ends with you, does it?

Owain: Voices from beyond the grave! Begone, foul wraith!

Kjelle: It's me, you babbling buffoon! And if you say, "A ghost ate Kjelle,"
I'm going to stab you in the eye.

Owain: Kjelle? What are you doing in there? Is that suit... comfortable? It
hides you completely.

Kjelle: I'm trying to block out the noise.

Owain: Am I... that much of a bother?

Kjelle: ...Also, this was the suit of armor I wore in my first battle. I put
it back on from time to time. It... calms me.

Owain: Oh. Well, I guess I can respect that. But in that case, it deserves a
name!

Kjelle: No! No names. And even if it were to be named, it would be by anyone
but you!

Owain: Hey! ...Wh-why not?

Kjelle: Because I said so! Now get sorting!

Owain: Yes, ma'am...
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Owain S*

Owain: Hey, Kjelle? You want me to take care of this helmet, or... Heh...
should've known. She's gone again. I'm doing her a favor, and she leaves all
the work to me? That's gratitude for you! Sometimes I don't know what to do
with that girl... She obviously loves this old set of armor. Why won't she
give the poor thing a name? Doesn't even have to be a good one. It's the
spirit of the thing that counts. I'm probably wasting my time here, but I
can't bear the thought of Kjelle being hurt. But if I can't be there to keep
her safe, I can at least make sure her gear is! Hold her close, armor.
Smother her with all your shiny, plated goodness. Tell her all the things
that I dare not. Tell her how much I... love her.

Kjelle: You what?!

Owain: K-Kjelle? Is that you? But I don't see you anywhere. Where did that...
Aaaaaaah!

Kjelle: ...I'm here. In my armor.

Owain: But I thought you'd left! Why are you hiding in there while I'm out
here doing all the work?!

Kjelle: I wanted to make sure you wouldn't slack off if I wasn't around to
watch you.

Owain: Look, I don't need a babysitter! Not about this. I take armor and
weapons very seriously, thank you.

Kjelle: Oh, will you forget about the blasted armor for one second? ...Go
back to the part where you said you loved me.

Owain: Argh! Y-you heard that?!

Kjelle: ...Yes. So?

Owain: Look, I didn't... I mean, I do, but... I was gonna tell you at some
point! Urgh. Just stab me and get it over with.

Kjelle: Why would I stab the man who loves me?

Owain: Because you hate me? Because you have a big dumb boyfriend who's going
to fold me into a pretzel? I bet his name's Troy. Or Steve. ...Or Chaz or
something.

Kjelle: I don't hate you, Owain. I actually find you oddly charming. I mean,
I could do without all the goofy names and the yelling... But now I see some
sense in the madness. You've got heart. And lots of it, apparently.

Owain: So, um, does that mean you'll...

Kjelle: I'd love to have you by my side, Owain. In battle or out of it.

Owain: My steel is yours, Kjelle! By my twitching sword hand, I swear to
protect you for all time!

Kjelle: How about we just protect each other?
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2. Laurent C

Kjelle: Hah! Yah! ...Haaaah!

Laurent: Ah, Kjelle. Busy training?

Kjelle: Just taking practice swings. Nothing fancy.

Laurent: Ah, yes. Excellent. Hm...

Kjelle: ...You got something to say?

Laurent: You are a bit off today.

Kjelle: What are you talking about? I'm fine-same as ever!

Laurent: It is possible that I am mistaken. But to my eye, your movements
lack their customary crispness. Are you quite certain you're feeling well?

Kjelle: Well, I have had a bit of a twinge in my lower back for the last
couple of days...

Laurent: That would be a likely culprit. Might I suggest you have it treated?
A massage, perhaps.

Kjelle: Pfft. Massages are for princesses! I just need to work through it.

Laurent: Inadvisable. You would be far better served seeking legitimate
treatment. As the lower back muscles drive the entire body, they are
indispensable to combat. They are also slow to heal. If ignored, your
condition may worsen.

Kjelle: All right, fine. I'll get a massage! Maybe paint my nails while I'm
at it...*grumble grumble*

Laurent: I hope it serves you well. Do take care.
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Laurent B

Kjelle: Hey, Laurent!

Laurent: Did you need something?

Kjelle: I wanted to thank you for the other day. Er, when you told me to go
get that massage.

Laurent: Ah, yes. What of your back since then?

Kjelle: Good as new! So, yeah. Thanks. It was a big help.

Laurent: Please, do not give it another thought. I consider it a part of my
duties to keep watch for any anomalies. If I can be of assistance in keeping
this army in top condition, I shall do so. And that means scrutinizing every
last tick, movement, and gesture.

Kjelle: ...You do what now?

Laurent: Er, have I said anything amiss? Your face is most scrunchy.

Kjelle: No, no. It's just that when you say it like that, it... Well, it
makes it sound like you're constantly watching us.

Laurent: Yes, precisely. Constantly watching. Is that a problem?

Kjelle: Not a problem, I guess, but it is kind of... creepy. Like a...
stalker. Look, you should be careful you don't make anyone feel
uncomfortable, okay? Some people don't enjoy being watched .

Laurent: Er, I see. Yes, of course.
(Kjelle leaves)
Laurent: ...And you, Kjelle? Are you "some people"?
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Laurent A

Kjelle: Oh. Hello, Laurent.

Laurent: Kjelle.

Kjelle: You haven't been by to check up on me in a while. Is everything all
right?

Laurent: What?

Kjelle: You said it was your duty to keep watch on us. Keep us in top
condition and all that? And then you just stopped coming by. I wondered if
you'd given up or what.

Laurent: I still watch everyone else.

Kjelle: Everyone... else?

Laurent: After you cautioned me, I thought it best if I made an exception for
you, so I desisted.

Kjelle: Because I told you other people may not like you staring at them?

Laurent: "Some people" were your words. I thought perhaps you were speaking
for yourself. It is not uncommon for people to cloak their fears in the guise
of an imaginary-

Kjelle: Oh, for hell's sakes! That's not what I was doing! I just meant that
SOME people might take offense. That's all I meant.

Laurent: Is it?

Kjelle: Yes, it is! If it bothered me, I'd have told you to knock it off
because it bothers me. Sometimes you're too smart for your own good. Stop
overthinking everything!

Laurent: ...My apologies. I see my inference was mistaken.

Kjelle: Your advice has already helped me out. I'm a big fan of your advice.
So I was HOPING you'd keep watching. If anything looks off to you, point it
out. I'd be eager to hear it.

Laurent: Then I shall strive to let no glimmer of potential improvement elude
me!

Kjelle: You do that.
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Laurent S

Laurent: Hello, Kjelle.

Kjelle: L-Laurent!

Laurent: Is something amiss? Ought I be concerned that the sight of me sends
you reeling? I would gladly lend an ear to any troubles you may behaving. And
troubles I am the cause of, doubly so.

Kjelle: No, you're fine. It's me. I... need to apologize.

Laurent: Oh?

Kjelle: I snapped at you before. When you stopped coming by to check up on
me?

Laurent: I would not categorize your behavior as "snapping." What's more, I
thought the matter was decided as a misunderstanding on my part.

Kjelle: ...It wasn't.

Laurent: I fear I don't understand.

Kjelle: That was... I was jealous. You started watching everyone but me, and
it... It made me a little crazy.

Laurent: ...Now I really do not understand.

Kjelle: Believe me, I'm as shocked as you. And I'm still confused about what
it all means. What I feel for you... But I wasn't being honest with you, or
with myself. That much is clear. So I wanted to go ahead and apologize for
that, no matter what happens down the line.

Laurent: If I may confirm... You feel it's possible-but not definite-that you
bear an affection for me?

Kjelle: ...Yes.

Laurent: And you see the potential for growth into some form of relationship
"down the line"?

Kjelle: Sorry, I know it's all pretty vague.

Laurent: I see no call for apology. This is a welcome development. For I am
quite certain in my affections for you, Kjelle. And as a by-product of
possession, jealousy is a favorable addition to the equation. After all, the
ultimate goal here is to be possessed, is it not? Still, I must say, the
frank compulsion to apologize immediately is very you. Ha.

Kjelle: Laurent...

Laurent: You have asked me to continue to watch you, Kjelle. I would now ask
you to do the same.

Kjelle: Well, sure, but... How do you mean?

Laurent: I've only just begun to show my worth as a possible spouse and mate.
However, I still have work to do before I am what the layman might call
"dreamy." But given proper training, I am confident in my ability to steal
your heart. Therefore, I would ask that you observe me in this process and
offer advice.

Kjelle: ...Er, you want me to watch your "dreamy" training?

Laurent: That is it exactly.

Kjelle: Well, I've had worse offers...
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2. Brady C

Brady: ......

Kjelle: Oh, hey.

Brady: H-hey, Kjelle. How's tricks?

Kjelle: Tricks are fine, thanks.

Brady: Training again, are ya? Wish I could be like that.

Kjelle: Then quit talking and grab some weights! That's how I've done it- one
day at a time, every day of my life.

Brady: Yeah, I remember ya as a kid! Always running around with some pointy
stick.

Kjelle: No one gets strong without putting in the time. You've got to sweat
for it.

Brady: I'd settle for being half as strong as you. A third, even! Maybe then
I could stop doubting myself all the time... How long do you think it'd take
for a guy to hit your level, eh? Couple'a weeks or what?

Kjelle: Depends on the guy. Natural talent goes a long way towards speeding
things along.

Brady: But ya think anyone can get there eventually, yeah? I mean, if they
really bust hump?

Kjelle: Anyone.

Brady: Then ya gotta train me, Kjelle! Ya just gotta!

Kjelle: No.

Brady: What?! How can you say no? I'm pleadin' with ya here!

Kjelle: I'm busy enough with my own training. I don't have the time to waste
on you. Besides, you're frail. If you snapped in two an hour into my training
regimen, we'd be short a healer.

Brady: ...Guess there ain't much I can say to that little number. Too weak
even to get less weak... Gah, look at me! What a Melvin!

Kjelle: Hey, don't let it get you down....Or just let it get you down
somewhere else. I'm busy.
(Kjelle leaves)

Brady: Yeesh. No harsh truth a total lack of sympathy can't make worse...
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Brady B

Kjelle: Wait. You're back here asking me to train you AGAIN?

Brady: I'll ask as many times as it takes! Please, Kjelle! Ya just gotta!

Kjelle: Doesn't matter how many times you ask. My answer isn't changing.

Brady: Come on, Kjelle! I'm beggin' ya! I could be somebody! I could be a
champ!

Kjelle: Look, it's nothing personal. I'm just very aware of how harsh I am
when it comes to training. I don't want your puny healer's blood on my hands.

Brady: I can take it! Whatever it is, I'll do it. Ya just gotta believe me!

Kjelle: That totally unfounded bravado of yours is oddly charming, but it's
going to kill you. There are times when the spirit is willing, but the flesh
is floppy and hopeless.

Brady: Says who? I ain't hopeless! You said yourself that any chump can get
there if they stick to it! I'm ready to sweat for it! I'm ASKING to sweat for
it! Come on, Kjelle. I'm beggin' here.

Kjelle: What's with this fixation on toughening up all of a sudden? Is it
really just a confidence thing?

Brady: I told ya, I wanna finally stop doubting myself all the time. I want
to feel like I'm helping you cats out there in the field!

Kjelle: You do know that you can train on your own, too, right? You don't
need my help... ...Oh, fine. I give up. I'll do it.

Brady: Ya will?

Kjelle: The only bigger waste of my time than training you is listening to
you beg. As long as you don't mind me continuing my own training while you do
yours, I'm game.

Brady: That's a dilly of a deal!

Kjelle: BUT! If we do this, we do it my way. I'm going to rebuild you from
scratch. ...And it's going to hurt. A lot. Are you sure you're up for it?

Brady: You got it, Kjelle! I'll give them exercises what for!
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Brady A

Kjelle: We begin today. Are you ready?

Brady: Just tell me what to do and its done!

Kjelle: First, run over to there and back.

Brady: Er, over... where? Ain't nothin' but open field from here to the
horizon.

Kjelle: Yes, I know. I want you to run until you reach the horizon.

Brady: Er, wait. Don't the horizon move around depending on where ya stand?

Kjelle: Look, just run until you can't see me anymore, all right? And if I
can see you when you turn around, you have to start over!

Brady: Clear day like today, I can see halfway to forever! You expect me to
run that?!

Kjelle: We can't start the fun stuff until you've built up some endurance.
All right, off you go. Five laps.

Brady: ...This dame's crazy! It'll be dark before I'm done!

Kjelle: I heard that! ...And no one's forcing you. If you don't like it,
quit.

Brady: Fine! I'm goin', I'm goin,!
(Time passes)
Brady: *Pant* *huff* I... I lost my lunch about a dozen times, but I did it!

Kjelle: Good. Next we'll have you do squats while carrying one of those
sandbags.

Brady: *Huff* *pant* Ya mean this thing? It weighs more than I do! And don't
I get a break first?

Kjelle: Winded already? This is still just the warm-up.

Brady: Ya gotta be kiddin'! I'm dying here!

Kjelle: Then quit.

Brady: Rrrgh, no. I'm fine! Great! I could do this all day, dammit!

Kjelle: Better. For today, just do a thousand reps. We'll raise that by a
hundred a day.

Brady: I... I don't even know what to cry about anymore... It's all just... I
don't even...
(Time passes)
Brady: Oooooone... thousand! I... did it... I'm... finally done... Now... I
can... die in peace...

Kjelle: How many deaths does that make today? Honestly, where do you find the
time? Next is push-ups. One thousand....While holding the sandbag.

Brady: What does that even mean?!
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Brady S

Brady: *Gasp* *pant*...D-dying... I'm dying!

Kjelle: Did I say you could stop? Every time you say you're dying, I'm adding
a hundred squats. That's eight hundred for today... So far.

Brady: Kjelle... Please... Just ten- no, five minutes! If I don't take a
break, I'm gonna cease to be alive in a very literal sense!

Kjelle: ...Five minutes.

Brady: Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Kjelle: And this is still just endurance training! I'd say combat training's
a long ways off.

Brady: H-hey, hold on! Look, I may not be the quickest cat around, but ya
can't just back out on me!

Kjelle: Who said anything about backing out? I'm in this for the long haul.
Even if you try to change your mind.

Brady: ...You're a sadist.

Kjelle: An impressed sadist, though. To tell you the truth, I didn't think
you'd stick it out. And seeing you vomit like that makes me want to train all
the harder.

Brady: ...Dammit.

Kjelle: Huh?

Brady: How am I ever supposed to get stronger than you if you keep upping
your pace? How am I ever supposed to make ya love me if I can't.... Um....
Er....

Kjelle: I beg your pardon?

Brady: Look, it's obvious you'd never go for some string bean what's weaker
than you. But just gimme time! I'll turn into someone who can match ya yet!

Kjelle: ......

Brady: Aaaah, for the love'a clams, tell me it ain't too late to take all
that back! I ain't gonna open my big yapper again, I swear! So please just
forget what I said.

Kjelle: You think I didn't know?

Brady: What?! Since when?

Kjelle: People don't work as hard as you did for no reason. For all your
whining, you always did what I told you, and you never missed a day. Add in
the fact that you insisted I be the one to train you, and it's pretty
obvious.

Brady: Dammit, I'm so stupid! Way to go there, Brady! Muckin' up the works as
usual!

Kjelle: Oh, I don't know. I think it's charming.... And you're right.

Brady: I am? Wait, about what?

Kjelle: That you don't exactly qualify as you are right now. But you've got
talent and guts and time... And an excellent coach. I said I'd rebuild you
from scratch, right? May as well make you into my perfect man! And then, on
the day you best me, we'll become the world's strongest couple!

Brady: Heh, all right! I can dig a challenge like that!

Kjelle: Good! By the way, your five minutes are up. Get back to work!

Brady: Hey, that don't count! We was talkin', not restin'!
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2. Yarne C

Yarne: Gah! Kjelle, I didn't expect to run into you here!

Kjelle: Is that a problem?

Yarne: What? N-no! Of course not, I just...

Kjelle: Worried I heard you ran from battle again like a craven dastard?
..Because I have.

Yarne: What? I don't remember doing that...

Kjelle: Sure, play dumb!

Yarne: I'm not playing anything! When I'm in the middle of all that... war, I
kind of panic. My memory's all hazy.

Kjelle: Isn't that convenient?

Yarne: No, I'm just... This isn't...

Kjelle: Uh huh. And you can't so much as set foot on a battlefield without
blacking out. I'd love to see you in my training armor. I bet you couldn't
take a single step.

Yarne: Er, is training armor different from your usual set?

Kjelle: A bit. It's a custom job.

Yarne: Well, whatever is different, it sure looks sturdy. Must work wonders
for you!

Kjelle: ...Don't tell me you actually want to try it on.

Yarne: Well, sure! If it helped you get that strong, of course I'm
interested!

Kjelle: .....

Yarne: So... can I? I bet if I had the right armor and knew I was protected,
I'd be less scared in combat.

Kjelle: ...Forget it. If I had the free time to spend babysitting you, I'd
spend it training.

Yarne: Aw, come on! Please? You're the one who brought it up in the first
place.

Kjelle: Yes, but... Ugh, fine.

Yarne: I can?! Yesss!

Kjelle: I'll bring it by later.

Yarne: Thanks, Kjelle!
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Yarne B

Yarne: Um, Kjelle?

Kjelle: What?

Yarne: Is it, uh... Is it supposed to be this heavy?

Kjelle: It's solid steel lined with lead weights. ...What do you think?

Yarne: It's impossible to move in this stuff! Don't you have anything
lighter?

Kjelle: If it weren't heavy, there'd be no point. Hence the "training armor"
part. Start here, and we'll add more weight as you go.

Yarne: Hnnnnnngh! ...I'm not "going" anywhere. I can't even walk! I know
thick armor means good protection, but I'm a sitting duck here! This is
crazy!

Kjelle: So you're giving up. Not ten minutes later, you're surrendering like
a coward. Gods, YOU'RE the one who asked for this. It's like all you're
capable of is complaining!

Yarne: But I didn't mean to... I'm sorry.

Kjelle: Nobody's sending you into battle in that. I told you it was for
training, didn't I? You get used to fighting in that first, then you wear
normal armor in actual combat. Sudden;y, you feel light as a feather! I
imagine it would help you keep calm, too.

Yarne: I guess?

Kjelle: But as soon as something requires effort, you quit. Do you have any
guts at all?

Yarne: ...You're right. And I'm sorry. I'll work on getting used to the
weight.

Kjelle: Pffft! What, for another ten minutes? ...Whatever. Let's get started. </pre><pre id="faqspan-18">
Drop and give me a hundred!

Yarne: A hundred?! Kjelle, I can't even do that without armor on! And what
are you, my trainer now?!

Kjelle: You need one. You're far too easy on yourself. What were you planning
to do? Stand there? Maybe walk in place?

Yarne: Urk...

Kjelle: Trust me. I know a thing or three about training. You'll be
statuesque in no time.

Yarne: Yeah, one of those statues where the arms fell off! I'm telling you, I
can't do this!

Kjelle: Then give back my armor. And don't ever ask me for a favor again.

Yarne: ...F-fine. You don't have to get all scary. I still don't think I can
do a hundred, but I'll try if it makes you stop glaring at me. One... Two...
Th-threeeee... F-f-fooooooooour... Whew... Er, can we take a break?

Kjelle: Yarne...

Yarne: Yeah, this may work for you, but it's too much for mere mortals like
me.

Kjelle: What?

Yarne: I'm tapped out here. See you later.

Kjelle: What? Yarne! Get back here!
(Yarne leaves)
Kjelle: Five minutes, thirty one seconds... That's a new personal best.
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Yarne A

Kjelle: Care to explain your performance in the last battle, Yarne?

Yarne: Er... Hi, Kjelle.

Kjelle: The minute I showed up to help, you ran off! Thanks a lot for the
teamwork. ...Craven.

Yarne: It's not that I was scared! But my arm...

Kjelle: What, the old runner's arm acting up? Did you hit your craven bone?

Yarne: ...Look, all's well that ends well, right? We won, and that's all that
matters.

Kjelle: No, "we" didn't. Me and the others who stuck around to fight won.
Honestly, I expected more from you. ...But no. You're hopeless.

Yarne: .....

Kjelle: What, nothing to say? No glib excuse? And why are you clutching your
shoulder like that?

Yarne: What? No, I'm not...

Kjelle: It's obvoiusly not a battle wound. Did you trip while you were
fleeing? Maybe you ran into something because your eyes were filled with
tears?

Yarne: No, that's not... After I left the other day, I went back and put your
armor back on. After everything you said, I just couldn't back down. ...Even
I have some pride. I got to about fifty push-ups before my arm gave out
completely.

Kjelle: ...Is that why you ran? You were fighting with an injured arm until I
got there?

Yarne: I would have stayed, but I was afraid I'd only be in your way like
this. Better to drop back to the rear and let you handle it, I figured...

Kjelle: You should have said something!

Yarne: No, it was my own damn fault. Classic Yarne, though. Huh? I finally
decide to train to get stronger, and I wind up injured and even more useless.
Do you think maybe for our next session you could teach me how not to repeat
this?

Kjelle: What?

Yarne: Like you say, you're an expert. I bet you know how to avoid sprains
and injuries. If I'm ever going to get stronger and gain a little confidence,
I'll need your help.

Kjelle: ...If you're committed, and I mean really committed, then I'll be
happy to help. We'll start as soon as that arm is better, so gird your loins!

Yarne: R-right! I'll... get right on that.
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Yarne S

Yarne: Ugh, I'm so pathetic! Stupid legs- why won't you listen to me?! And
YOU, arms...

Kjelle: Am I... interrupting something?

Yarne: Oh, it's useless. I mean, I really appreciate all your help, but it's
useless. I've been training my hardest to build up confidence, but combat
still terrifies me.
..And when the time comes to fight, my legs start to shake. Guess you can't
train your guts. I'm just not brave like everyone else...

Kjelle: I think you might have the wrong idea here. There isn't a person
alive who doesn't shake when marching into combat. People are trying to kill
you, Yarne. Any sane person would be afraid.

Yarne: What, even you?

Kjelle: Of course! We're all fighting two wars: One against the foe. One
against our fear. We've got to win both if we want to live. There's nothing
pathetic about it. Heck, the opposite, really. Admitting your fears and
struggling against them takes guts. ...You should be proud.

Yarne: Really?

Kjelle: That's what bravery is, Yarne-the drive to be strong, even when you
know you're weak. ...I'm sorry for being so harsh on you this whole time. I
may have misjudged you.

Yarne: What? No, you were right.

Kjelle: And as long as we're being forthright, there's one other thing I have
to say.

Yarne: Oh? Let's hear it.

Kjelle: I think I may have... grown fond of you.

Yarne: Wh-wh-what?! Me?! How? Why?! And since when?! You haven't exactly been
whispering sweet nothings into my ear here.

Kjelle: Hey, I apologized, didn't I? ...And I really did think you were
pathetic at first. But since then, I've seen how dedicated you are to getting
better. It's kinda... dreamy. ...What, is that a problem?

Yarne: N-no, it's just... It's really sweet of you to say that, Kjelle. Thank
you.

Kjelle: Come on, don't leave me hanging here...

Yarne: Oh, sorry! The feeling's mutual! ...I figured you knew that. The only
reason I kept training was because I didn't want you to lose all respect for
me. I may not be the hero type, but I at least want to look good around the
girl I like.

Kjelle: Then I guess we'd better get back to it, huh? Gimme fifty laps around
camp! ...Think of this as payback for making me say all that mushy garbage.

Yarne: What?! G-go easy on me! Er, dear? Sweetheart?! Honey lumps?

Kjelle: In your dreams! I'm going to train you into the ground till you're a
fuzzy juggernaut!

Yarne: Eeeek! Y-yes, ma'am!
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2. Inigo C

Kjelle: Hya! Grah! Hiyaaah!

Inigo: How goes the training, Kjelle? Your form is as lovely as ever. ...If
you know what I mean.

Kjelle: *Huff, huff...* What do you want, Inigo?

Inigo: You could use a break from training. What say you and me go have some
fun?!

Kjelle: I'm afraid to ask what your idea of fun entails.

Inigo: Madam, you wound me! A chaste cup of tea was all I had in mind.
Perhaps some cake. Eating sweets is a proven pick-me-up, and you owe it to
your exhausted body!

Kjelle: Pass. Now if you're done talking, I have a training regimen to get
back to.
..As should you.

Inigo: Ouch! That hurts. All work and no play makes Kjelle a dull... um...
Kjelle. If you don't blow off steam every once in a while, you'll explode!

Kjelle: Training isn't stressful. It's fun. ...Listening to you is stressful.

Inigo: Oh, come on! It'll be a blast! I'll even let you pick out the cake. My
favorite is lemon with chocolate frosting, but you can get-

Kjelle: Go. Away. Now.

Inigo: Fine. Fiiiiiine! I'll just go eat cake by myself, then. But I'll be
back tomorrow! Just you wait!

Kjelle: ...I wonder if Chrom would mind if I stabbed him?
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Inigo B

Inigo: Heeey, Kjelle! Ready to go? I've got the whole day planned!

Kjelle: My day is already planned. I'm training. Now go away.

Inigo: Sorry, no can do! Persistence is my greatest strength, you know.

Kjelle: It's pronounced "tragic flaw."

Inigo: Ah ha! I see your wit is as sharp as a tack!

Kjelle: That wasn't a joke.

Inigo: One day, my sweet, my ceaseless dedication will win you over.

Kjelle: ...You really are unbelievable.

Inigo: Are you all right? You look tired. Can I get you something? Perhaps a
slice of cherry cake with those little frosting flowers would-

Kjelle: Oh, for the love of- FINE! Fine. Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine. I'll
go out with you on one condition.

Inigo: Ooh, progress! ...What's the condition?

Kjelle: You have to fight me for it. Land one blow past my guard, and you can
take me to whatever cake shop you like. I'll even let you pick the weapon.

Inigo: Er... Um... Right. But you see, that's not really... fair. You're the
strongest person I know... And that's including Chrom!

Kjelle: Okay, then. Get lost.

Inigo: N-no, wait! I'll do it! I'll fight you! I told you that persistence is
my greatest strength! Although right now I wish strength was my greatest
strength... Anyway, the sword was my first love, so let us do battle with
that!

Kjelle: Sure. It's your funeral.

Inigo: *Gulp!* I mean... um... Ha ha! Don't be surprised when I dance circles
around you!

Kjelle: Anytime, twinkle toes. I've been waiting for a chance to pound you
into dust. This is going to be fun. Heh. Heh heh heh. Ha ha! AAAH HA HA HA!

Inigo: Eep! Kjelle, I d-didn't know you had an evil side! W-well, at least
you seem to be enjoying yourself for a change... Ha ha... ha?
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Inigo A

Inigo: I hope you're ready, Kjelle! Today's the day. I can feel it!

Kjelle: What, again? How many times does this make?

Inigo: To be honest, I've lost track. ...Ten? A dozen, maybe?

Kjelle: I stopped counting at thirty. A normal person would have given up by
now.

Inigo: Aw, thanks, Kjelle!

Kjelle: That wasn't a compliment! Why are you still here? What motivation
could possibly drive you this far? It's truly baffling. And a little scary.

Inigo: I want to go out with you! That's all. I think it'd be fun. I know I'd
have fun and I want you to have fun, too. Maybe you'd even smile once in a
while.

Kjelle: ...That's it?

Inigo: Isn't that what I said from the beginning? What other reason would
there be?

Kjelle: Avenging your pride? Honing your skills? Dementia?! There must be
SOMETHING! No one would suffer this many thrashings for a date!

Inigo: Um... I don't know what else to say. I guess a date with you is worth
a few bruises. Besides, you always have a huge grin on your face when we're
fighting. So it's kind of like we're on a date already! ...Except for the
beatings.

Kjelle: Ugh. Forget I asked.

Inigo: Already forgotten! Now let's get down to business. ...En garde!

Kjelle: You're on, lover boy.
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Inigo S

Kjelle: .....

Inigo: What's wrong? You look so serious.

Kjelle: No, I was just... thinking.

Inigo: You sure? You're not getting sick are you? Maybe we should put off
today's match.

Kjelle: No, I'm fine. Really. And we don't need to fight a match today.
..You already got me.

Inigo: I'm confused. Because last time we fought, you almost broke my face.

Kjelle: No, Inigo. You broke something. ...The wall around my heart.

Inigo: I think I'd remember that. I pay pretty close attention to your...
heart... area.

Kjelle: Gods, you're an idiot. It's a metaphor! It means your stupid
persistence finally won out. And even though your sword didn't touch me, I
count this as a win for you. So go on. You pick the spot and let's have some
fun.

Inigo: You mean it?! Really?! Oh, wow, Kjelle, you will NOT regret this!

Kjelle: None of this makes any sense. I mean, it never did. You're such a
huge flirt, I figured you'd take off when I shot you down. I even hit you in
the face with a sword, but you just got up and kept trying. I guess in the
end I found it kind of... charming.

Inigo: Now that you've learned that resistance is futile, can I ask one more
favor?

Kjelle: Sure, why not?

Inigo: I, uh... I don't actually want just one date...

Kjelle: Well, aren't we confident!

Inigo: The more we fought, the more it became clear to me... I... I can't get
enough of you! I want to spend every single day with you!

Kjelle: Every single... day?

Inigo: Well, you know. There might be the odd overseas mission or something.
But otherwise, yes! Every single day! So... what do you think?

Kjelle: Have you been plotting this the whole time?

Inigo: You said it yourself- that's a lot of beatings to suffer for just one
date.

Kjelle: I don't understand. Why me?

Inigo: I think it's your smile, honestly. After watching you grin like a
maniac every time we fought, something just clicked. Now, this could be the
head trauma talking. I won't rule it out. But I so enjoyed our time together
and I... I think I love you.

Kjelle: Oh, wow... Um... I think... I mean, I might also...

Inigo: Yes?

Kjelle: Look, I'm not too good with... words. Let's just sat I'm very happy
right now. We've got a long life of fun and cake and head trauma ahead of us.
Besides, if I turned you down, you'd never stop bothering me anyway.

Inigo: Hah! Guilty as charged! I'm a lucky man, Kjelle. And I swear to
protect you for as long as I live.

Kjelle: Your brain damage is worse than I though. How about you just stay
behind me? I'll make sure you get through this war in one piece
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2. Gerome C

Kjelle: ...Good. I think that's enough lance practice for today. It will be
difficult, but I shall master every weapon in our arsenal. Only then will I
be the best and most powerful fighter on the battlefield!

Gerome: ...Ahem.

Kjelle: Are you spying on my practice sessions? Because I find that thought
disturbing!

Gerome: I just happened to notice you as I was passing by. That's all.

Kjelle: Then keep passing by until I can't see you anymore!

Gerome: All right.

Kjelle: Ta-ta, then.

Gerome: ...Oh, there's just one thing I wanted to say.

Kjelle: What is it?

Gerome: When thrusting with the lance, you should push with your leg and
stomach muscles. You used only your arms just now. Such technique will betray
you in battle.

Kjelle: L-look, I was... That is to say... I was just about to fix that!
..And you were spying on me, weren't you?

Gerome: I'll leave you to it, then.

Kjelle: Oh, that man is insufferable!
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Gerome B

Gerome: Hello, Kjelle. More weapon work today?

Kjelle: I must be ever vigilant with my training and fitness. A soldier must
always be in top condition if she is to survive the rigors of war.

Gerome: ......

Kjelle: Gods, those meaningful silences of yours are very annoying.
..Anyway, what do you think of my lance work? I fixed that problem you
mentioned.

Gerome: Much better. You now place your whole body behind the thrust.

Kjelle: See? I told you I would fix it. In fact, just before you---

Gerome: However, your footwork is lacking.

Kjelle: What's wrong with it?

Gerome: You're throwing too much weight into the thrust and becoming
unbalanced. It's a common enough mistake. More practice should fix the
problem.

Kjelle: Grr...

Gerome: You sound displeased.

Kjelle: It's all right for you, isn't it?!

Gerome: I'm not following.

Kjelle: No matter how hard I train or how much I practice and train, I'll
never beat you!

Gerome: I wasn't aware that was a consideration.

Kjelle: Don't play dumb! You look down on me because I'm a woman, don't you?
The fact that I'll never be as good as you justifies the prehudice in your
own mind!

Gerome: Don't be absurd. I'm just offering advice.

Kjelle: Well, I need to get back to my practice, so advise someone else!

Gerome: As you wish. Keep up the training.

Kjelle: Arrrgh! I don't need you to tell me that, you patronizing know-it-
all! ...That does it. Next time, I'm going to be perfect just to shut you up!
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Gerome A

Kjelle: Hello, Gerome.

Gerome: Oh, hello. I was just passing by randomly and thought--- Oh, are you
training? Forgive me.

Kjelle: Liar! I saw you skulking in the shadows. You were trying to spy on me
again!

Gerome: ...It's true.

Kjelle: It is?!

Gerome: I know I shouldn't, but I was curious.I had to see how you were
progressing since our last conversation.

Kjelle: Well, to be honest, I did want to show you something...
Nnnnnnnnngh...
Hiyaaah! What do you think? Not bad, eh?

Gerome: Flawless. I would change nothing.

Kjelle: Yes! You finally admitted I can do something right!

Gerome: ...I'm surprised you're so thrilled to gain my approval. Aren't you
putting too much stock in one man's opinion?

Kjelle: When we were children, I decided that you would be my eternal
rival... And I've been playing catch-up ever since! I've never been able to
do anything that was good enough for you... until today! THAT is why I'm
excited!

Gerome: In that case, it appears I have been negligent.

Kjelle: What do you mean?

Gerome: If I am your rival, then I must begin training with renewed intent.
If you will excuse me...

Kjelle: I knew picking you as a rival was the right decision! Of course, now
that I've inspired you to train more, I have to do the same.

Gerome: I would expect no less from my rival. Best of luck to you.

Kjelle: And to you!
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Gerome S

Gerome: Hah! Kiya! Aaaaaand, YAAAH! ...Yes. That felt right.

Kjelle: Looks like someone's hard work is paying off.

Gerome: Kjelle! ...I didn't know you were there.

Kjelle: Hah, not such a pleasant feeling being spied upon, is it?

Gerome: Oh, I don't mind. ...If it's just for a while. So, what did you
think? See anything that needs work?

Kjelle: You were flawless as ever, damn you! I thought I was closing the gap,
but I've clearly got a long way to go.

Gerome: ...Good. I feared that I was no longer worthy to be your champion.

Kjelle: Er, that's "rival." Not "champion."

Gerome: How could I claim to be protecting you, if you were the stronger of
us?
It would be nonsense.

Kjelle: I really think you misunderstand the purpose of a rival.

Gerome: It was you who drove me to hone my martial skills with such single-
minded dedication. If I neglected my training, even briefly, you would end up
having to protect me. And I... could not allow that.

Kjelle: Now hold on a damn minute, is it because I'm a---

Gerome: When it comes to skill with weapons, I will never allow you to best
me.
For I have swore an oath... to protect you for as long as I humanly can.

Kjelle: Oh, Gerome... That is... That is... Completely unacceptable!

Gerome: What?

Kjelle: Did you ever consider that maybe I want to protect you? Or that I
also swore an oath? That the reason I train so hard is so I might one day
keep you safe from harm?! ...Look. Maybe we can do it together. Train? Grow
strong? Then we'll both be powerful enough to protect each other. Would that
be so bad?

Gerome: ...Mmmm... I could accept this arrangement.

Kjelle: Then it's time to start training for real!

Gerome: ...Oh. I'll leave you to it then.

Kjelle: ...I mean together, Gerome! We train together!

Gerome: Ah. Right! Of course! Suppose I'll just... join you then?
____________________________________________________________

Cynthia!

3. Owain C

Owain: Ho! Cynthia!

Cynthia: Oh, hi! Did you need something, Owain?

Owain: Nothing so grand. I just hadn't seen you for a while. I miss my
Justice Cabal companion!

Cynthia: Ha! I remember when we used to play Justice Cabal as kids! Remember
how I always played at being Beano the Barbarian Queen? Hee hee!

Owain: Ha ha! I never did understand where you got that name! Good times...
So, uh, what're you up to now?

Cynthia: That's classified information, mister.

Owain: Aw, come on. You can tell me. I'm in the Justice Cabal!

Cynthia: Okay, fine. But this is just between us! So I'm trying to plan a
dramatic entrance for our next battle.  Something... heroic.

Owain: Well, if you're going to be a hero, there's only one real option...
Wait until your friends are on the brink of defeat, then show up and smite
the enemy! There's nothing more heroic than a big comeback.

Cynthia: That's terrible! I can't do that!

Owain: Why not? A hero always shows up at the last minute. It's in the job
description.

Cynthia: No, it's not! A real hero is there the whole time, tirelessly
defending her allies!

Owain: Noooo, I'm pretty sure a hero has to show up and save everyone at the
very end. ...Huh. Weird. We always agreed on this kind of stuff before.

Cynthia: Maybe that's what happens when you grow up?
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Owain B

Cynthia: Hey, Owain. Do you remember what we talked about before?

Owain: The perfect heroic entrance? Sure!

Cynthia: Well, I've been thinking about what you said, and it still feels
wrong. You want me to wait and appear at the end, but what if someone needs
me?

Cynthia: What if they get hurt? Or... worse?

Owain: That's the whole point! You come swooping in just before anyone gets
hurt!

Cynthia: But what if you're too late?

Owain: Just don't let it happen. Situational analysis is a basic part of
heroism.

Cynthia: Mmm, it's still a risk. I think I'd rather just be there from the
beginning.

Owain: Yeah, but you know what? Even if the worst DOES happen, I'd still be
heroic! I'd slowly walk up to the crumpled body of my comrade...  I'd stoop
low and gently brush their bloody and matted hair from their face... And I'd
say...

Cynthia: Yes? Yes?

Owain: BY THE GODS, I SHALL AVENGE YOU! And then, clutching their lifeless
form tight, I'd burst into flames!

Cynthia: You'd what?!

Owain: I become death incarnate! Friend and foe alike fall before my rampage!
Driven mad by grief, I am an unstoppable engine of blood rage and
destruction!

Cynthia: Geez, Owain! Have you gone batty?! And a hero should protect people,
not go on crazy rampages!

Owain: By the time I regain my senses, it is already too late... A ravaged
land stretches before me, its soil stained red with blood. I stand in
silence, alone, with only the horror of my thoughts for company...

Cynthia: Owain? Hey, Owain! Snap out of it!
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Owain A

Owain: So! You wanna hear how the story ends?

Cynthia: You mean the one where you go crazy with grief and kill everyone?
I'm not sure I wanna hear how that one ends, honestly...

Owain: It's not going crazy! ...It's me entering Avenger Mode. AAAAAANYWAY...
I continue to be wracked with guilt and rage over my actions! I fall into
Avenger Mode again and again, always regretting it, but powerless to resist.
The stench of blood never leaves my crimson-stained hands.

Cynthia: You know, I've been meaning to tell you there's nothing heroic about
this story.

Owain: But then a heroine appears to stop my tortured onslaught! It's...
Cynthia! Cue the harps and bells!

Cynthia: Hey! I want no part of this!

Owain: The strong but fair Cynthia will stop at nothing to end my mad reign
of terror! And end it she does, though she pays the ultimate price...

Cynthia: Wait--I DIE?!

Owain: Your selfless sacrifice teaches me to quell my rage and control
Avenger Mode. With that lesson forever in my heart, I become an inexorable
force for justice. ...And that's the origin of Owain Dark, Avenging Avenger
of Justice!

Cynthia: Wait a second! Go back to the part where you kill me!

Owain: Ah ha ha! Sorry, Cynthia. I got carried away by my own awesomeness!
Man... maybe I should write novels. You know, once the war is over.

Cynthia: Just make sure I stay alive long enough to read them, all right?
=====================================================
Owain S*

Owain: Hey, Cynthia?

Cynthia: Hey, Owain. You need something?

Owain: Remember when we were talking about what makes a hero?

Cynthia: Sure. You become the Dark Justice Avenger or whatever, and I take a
dirt nap.

Owain: No, not that. I mean when we were talking about making a heroic
entrance.

Cynthia: Yeah, what about it?

Owain: Did you ever come up with anything yourself?

Cynthia: I'm going to charge headlong into the fray while shouting something
awesome! Like, "Mine is the blade that shall cleave the dark in twain!" Or...
you know. Something.

Owain: Nice! I'm thinking now I'll do the same! But maybe say something
like...
"I am peaceful by nature, but all who threaten my friends will know pain!"
You know. Just to keep with the whole Avenging Avenger angle.

Cynthia: Wait, hold on. You'd do the same thing? You'd charge headlong into
the fray?

Owain: Well, the dialogue is a lot different, but yeah. I'm going to charge
in.

Cynthia: ...Really? What changed your mind?

Owain: I've been thinking about this a lot since you brought it up, you know?
I mean, why did we dream about becoming heroes in the first place?

Cynthia: Probably because we heard all the stories about our parents.

Owain: Right! And now that I'm here, I have a chance to keep them safe. I
can't do that if I hang back and wait, so I'm going to follow your lead.
..Heh. It was still fun coming up with that story, though.

Cynthia: I know. It reminded me of when we were kids. I miss those days.

Owain: Yeah, me too... Say, Cynthia? You know, maybe we could... Um, if you
wanted... I mean...

Cynthia: Hmm?

Owain: Do you want to get together, Cynthia?

Cynthia: Huh? But we're already together!  ...... ...Oh. Oh! You mean
TOGETHER together!

Owain: Well... yeah. I mean, I like you more than anyone I know and... I
think I always have.

Cynthia: I don't know, Owain. I never... I never thought about it quite like
that. It wouldn't be boring, that's for sure.

Owain: So is that a yes?

Cynthia: ...Yeah! Let's do it! But one condition: no more sacrificing me in
your stories. Got it?

Owain: By the mighty axe of Hector, I swear it will be so! We shall be
legends fit to rival even our parents!

Cynthia: Legends or no, as long as we're together every step of the way!
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3. Laurent C

Laurent: Cynthia? A word, please.

Cynthia: What is it, Laurent? You look even grimmer than usual.

Laurent: I wish to speak with you about today's training exercises.

Cynthia: Here to tell me what a bang-up job I did? Yeah, I was pretty proud
myself.

Laurent: I came to inform you that you were drifting ahead of everyone during
the march.

Cynthia: I wasn't drifting, I was executing the Twelve-Point Hero Spinner of
Doom! It's my new superpower move, so I was trying it out to make sure---

Laurent: Please take due precaution to ensure you keep pace with the rest of
us.

Cynthia: It's called initiative! Look it up sometime!

Laurent: It makes you a prime target for snipers and also inconveniences the
entire army.

Cynthia: I'm tougher than I look, you know? And I already look pretty tough.

Laurent: Confidence is meaningless if it leads to wanton hubris. True
confidence must---

Cynthia: Okay, okay! Just stop... saying stuff. I'll try to be more careful.
Sheesh!

Laurent: ---account for many factors, including the spatial relationship of
units, as well as... Er, Cynthia? I wasn't done.
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Laurent B

Cynthia: Ah... Another day's training done! ...Which means it's just about
time for Laurent to show up with his midday lecture. That guy just will NOT
let it go! Seriously!

Laurent: Ah, good. Here you are.

Cynthia: ...Oh. Yippee.

Laurent: Do you have a moment, Cynthia? I'd like to inquire as to why you
continue to ignore my counsel.

Cynthia: ...Yup. Riiight on time.

Laurent: ...I'm sorry. I don't understand.

Cynthia: I mean I've heard this dumb lecture a bazillion times and I'm tired
of it!

Laurent: If truly you wish for me to desist, you need only to agree to my
reasonable requests. Caution and cooperation are paramount to any successful
military collective. The unit stays close so it can aid individual members
and better function as a whole. Thus are victories won. And even knowing
this, you still insist on outracing the vanguard and charging in. I'm
starting to fear this isn't a valid tactic, but instead a juvenile desire for
glory.

Cynthia: Is anything I'm doing really hurting anyone? No, it isn't!
Everyone's fine!
..And I've done nothing that isn't befitting a true hero.

Laurent: This army needs soldiers. It does not need heroes. Such antics
disrupt the group dynamic and serve no use whatsoever on the battlefield.

Cynthia: How dare you say I'm no use in battle!

Laurent: That is not what I said.

Cynthia: Yes, you did! You've been saying that this whole time!

Laurent: If that is how you interpret my words, I will not attempt to
dissuade you.

Cynthia: You won't? Why not?

Laurent: Because I will do whatever it takes to make you stop acting like a
selfish child.

Cynthia: Oh, that's it buster! That is IT! I've done a LOT more for this war
effort than you, Mr. Smarty-Pants! I don't have to take this!

Laurent: Everything I'm saying is out of concern for your safety.

Cynthia: And I'm saying that my safety is none of your stupid business! So
leave me alone!

Laurent: Cynthia! Hold! So be it. If that is your wish, I am happy to comply.
=====================================================
Laurent A

Cynthia: ...... Aw, maybe I was a little too hard on him. Laurent's stubborn,
but he means well. ...Whoops! Forgot we were in the middle of a training
exercise. Time to focus!

Laurent: C-Cynthia! Hey!

Cynthia: ...Hey? I don't think I've ever heard Laurent say hey bef---

Laurent: Watch out!

Cynthia: Watch out for what---? Aaah! ...Huh? Geez, that was a hard fall. So
why didn't it hurt?

Laurent: Nngh...

Cynthia: Laurent?! Oh my gosh, I didn't see you there!

Laurent: Apparently not... You were staring off into the distance when the
army began marching. You were nearly run over by a ballista.

Cynthia: Ooh, I'm sorry! Are you all right? Can you stand?

Laurent: I'm perfectly fi--- NNGH! ...Perhaps not.

Cynthia: Don't force it! Wait right here--- I'll get a stretcher! Well? Feel
any better?

Laurent: Some minor pain persists, but I am at least ambulatory once more.
The healing spell has done its work. Time will do for the aches.

Cynthia: Oh, good... Look, I'm really super sorry. I wasn't paying attention.

Laurent: It's all right.

Cynthia: No, it's not all right! I've been a big dumb jerk, and you got hurt
because of it! I was too busy shouting about I was going to become a hero to
listen. If I'd followed your advice, you wouldn't be stuck here now.

Laurent: I'm sorry as well, Cynthia. I know how important your aspirations
are to you. I ought not to have spoken so dismissively about them. I was
being stubborn.

Cynthia: It's fine.

Laurent: I suppose I'd grown desperate to make you listen. You're strong, and
brave, and many of the others look to you as a leader. You're too important
to be taking unnecessary risks, however minor. I spoke as I did because we
can't afford to lose you, Cynthia.

Cynthia: Well, I promise to listen from now on. Double hero promise, in fact.

Laurent: Perhaps I ought to have had you dislocate my hip sooner.

Cynthia: I said I was sorry!
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Laurent S

Cynthia: *Sigh*

Laurent: Is something wrong, Cynthia? You seem enervated. You barely touched
your plate at dinner. Are you feeling unwell?

Cynthia: Forget about me. How are you? Is your hip all right?

Laurent: The pain is negligible now. It poses no onstacle to daily life or
combat.

Cynthia: I'm still really sorry...

Laurent: I believe the numerous apologies I have already received made that
clear. I appreciated the flowers, by the way. Oh, and the singing telegram.

Cynthia: Yeah, but still. You busted your hip because my big booty fell on
you.

Laurent: Your posterior is not of such ample size that it shattered my bones,
Cynthia. And for my part, I was glad you fell atop me.

Cynthia: What? Why?

Laurent: Because it allowed me to be hurt in your place. Men of most cultures
enjoy some fantasy of saving the woman they love, yes? True, I'd hoped it to
take place in a combat setting, but this served the purp---

Cynthia: Wait, what?! Back up a step!

Laurent: Did you wish me to speak more about the cultural implications of---

Cynthia: No! Back up to the part about the woman you... love.

Laurent: Oh. I see. You did not realize that... Oh my. I thought it clear
that my persistence was born from concern for your well-being. If I was more
adamant than normal, it's because I care for you all the more.

Cynthia: I... But then... Holy smokes. B-but I said all those horrible things
to you!

Laurent: I accept those as the emotional outbursts that they were intended to
be.
However, there is one favor I might ask of you in return...

Cynthia: Wh-what?

Laurent: I would ask you to take me as your husband.

Cynthia: Laurent, you're a smart guy. Take one look at me and tell me what
you think.

Laurent: Mmm... Fluttering eyelashes... Fingers twisting through hair... I
surmise that your answer is in the affirmative?

Cynthia: YES! I love you!

Laurent: Oh, happy day!
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3. Brady C

Cynthia: Hmm... No, that can't be it...

Brady: You all right there, Cynthia?

Cynthia: Hmm? Oh! Yes, sorry, Brady. It's just that the strangest thing's
been happening lately.

Brady: Oh yeah?

Cynthia: Someone keeps coming to my aid in battle.

Brady: That don't sound so strange. We all help each other out, yeah?

Cynthia: Yes, but this is... different. If I'm hurt, a vulnerary will drop
out of the sky in front of me! Or an enemy will be thundering toward me and
get knocked off their horse by a rock!

Brady: Y-yeah, that's... strange, all right. Never heard that one before...

Cynthia: I know, right?! I'm going to track down whoever is doing it during
the next battle.

Brady: No, don't! ........ I mean, uh, don't you think that's kind of
unnecessary? They're helping you, right? Maybe they just wanna be... I dunno?
All anonymous-like?

Cynthia: Hmm... You're right in that many heroes prefer to operate in
secret...

Brady: Don't do it... Don't do it...

Cynthia: Sorry, what? I can't quite make out what you're mumbling over there.

Brady: Me? H-heck, I ain't sayin' nothin'! ....I'm just tired. ...That was a
yawn. 'Sides, how are you going to track down your hero with no clues? And
even if you find 'em, what then? You know what they say about gift horses.

Cynthia: But I've always wanted to discover a hero's secret identity! Hmm...
Perhaps I can narrow it dow a bit... It has to be someone in camp, right?

Brady: Oh, I dunno. Could be anyone, really. Either way, fretting over it
ain't gonna give you answers. You oughta just say boo to the whole thing and
be done with it.
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Brady B

Brady: Heya, Cynthia.

Cynthia: Oh. Hello.

Brady: Something wrong? You're usually... louder.

Cynthia: Remember what I told you before? About my secret protector?

Brady: Er, someone's been helping you out in combat and whatnot, right?

Cynthia: Well, ever since then, they've been awfully clever about covering
their tracks.

Brady: Y-yeah? How do you mean?

Cynthia: Well, they always show up just when I'm in danger, right? And I
figured that was the perfect time to catch a glimpse! So lately, whenever I
was in trouble, I started looking around wildly!

Brady: That seems like a really terrible idea...

Cynthia: So in the last battle, I look over my shoulder and see a huge wall
of smoke... And then, while I'm watching, a stone comes flying out and hits
my enemy! My protector is using smoke screens! That is SO COOL!

Brady: Yeah, that's... That's wild. Ha ha...ha.

Cynthia: It's like they're just hell-bent on remaining anonymous.

Brady: Certainly sounds like it...

Cynthia: But why the need for the secrecy if we're both fighting for the same
side? Honestly, the more they hide, the more I want to discover who it is!

Brady: Like I said, as long as they're helpin', it don't really matter,
right?

Cynthia: Of course it matters, silly. I need to know who to thank!

Brady: But what if they ain't lookin' to be thanked?

Cynthia: Every hero should be recognized for outstanding heroic deeds! That's
item four of the Justice Cabal code.

Brady: I, uh... I ain't familiar with that one.

Cynthia: All right then. Next time I see smoke, I'm going to charge right
into it!

Brady: You got rocks in your head! What if it's just a fire?!
=====================================================
Brady A

Cynthia: Ooh, Brady!

Brady: Wh-what? Didja find somethin' out?

Cynthia: Yes! ...Wait, how did you know? And why do you look so suspicious?

Brady: H-hey! I can't help it! I was born with this ugly mug, all right?

Cynthia: Ha ha! Sorry, I didn't mean any offense.

Brady: So, what did you find out?

Cynthia: Oh, right! Remember my phantom helper out on the battlefield?

Brady: The one with the smoke screen?

Cynthia: It was Lissa!

Brady: ..... Oh. Really?

Cynthia: ...That's it? I thought you'd be shocked. I mean, she's not exactly
a likely suspect.

Brady: No, I... I guess she's not.

Cynthia: I asked her why, and she said it was because I'm a danger to myself!
Can you believe that? Talk about rude! And who is she to talk? She's so
spacey, she could outstare a statue!

Brady: You're kind of a matched pair that way. Makes sense you'd help each
other out.

Cynthia: Hey! Don't you start, too!

Brady: Sorry! Sorry...

Cynthia: Mostly I'm just glad the mystery is solved. It's been plaguing me
for ages!

Brady: Er, but it's only been happening for a week or two at mo--

Cynthia: Oh, shoot! I forgot I promised to help with the supply run! Gotta
dash! Bye!

Brady: Er, see you later! ...Cynthia. And she thinks Lissa's the spacey one?
Oh man, that's fresh! ...Well, at least she bought the ruse. Looks like I owe
Lissa a dinner.
=====================================================
Brady S

Cynthia: Brady?

Brady: What's wrong, Cynthia?

Cynthia: I owe you an apology.

Brady: What? Why?

Cynthia: Lissa told me. ...The truth, I mean.

Brady: ...She did what?! Th-then you--

Cynthia: Know that it was really you helping me all those times? Yes, I know.

Brady: I told her not to say anything! Why'd she have to open her big yap?!

Cynthia: It's not her fault, really! I started quizzing her about all her
secret hero moves, and she just cracked.

Brady: Ya see? She did open her yapper, then! Ooh, I'm gonna have me a few
wrods with that stool pigeon!

Cynthia: Honestly, it's your fault for picking her. I mean, she's not exactly
the type to take secrets to the grave, is she?

Brady: ...Yeah... maybe not.

Cynthia: So I just want to know why, Brady. Why be my anonymous savior?

Brady: Aw, horse pucky. I ain't nobody's savior. I just couldn't stand to
watch you chargin' around all reckless and stuff. You were bound to get hurt,
and I couldn't bear to see it. You're like a little sister to me, Cynthia. Ya
know?

Cynthia: A sister? Oh, that's unfortunate. See, because... I don't think of
you as a brother.

Brady: Um... Yeah, well, ya know what? Just forget I ever said--

Cynthia: I was glad when I heard it was you. I like you, Brady... a lot.
Like... a lot a lot. Knowing that the man I like had been watching over me
made me... Well, it made me really happy.

Brady: I'm sorry, Cynthia. I...

Cynthia: No, I'M sorry! I didn't mean to... I dunno. Say all that, I guess.

Brady: Ah, nuts, Cynthia! All that sister stuff was a bunch of hooey! I'm
crazy for ya. Always have been! That's why I shadowed ya. I mean, sure, I
wanted to keep you safe... But mostly I just wanted to be near ya, and I
didn't have the guts to say it.

Cynthia: Oh, this is the best day ever! I get the real answer to the mystery,
PLUS the guy I like!

Brady: Heh, it's a pretty good day for me, too.
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3. Yarne C

Cynthia: Yarne! How's it going this fine- Hey, why the long face?

Yarne: Have you come here to chew me out like everybody else?

Cynthia: What? Why would I do that? And wait, why would THEY do that? What
did you do?

Yarne: It's what I didn't do, which is fight. In case you didn't notice, I
spent most of the last battle running and hiding. They have every right to be
mad at me. Frankly, I'm surprised you aren't.

Cynthia: What, is that all? Why would I be mad?

Yarne: Huh? You mean... you're not?

Cynthia: Come on, I'm not the type to hassle someone for something like that!
I walk the hero's path- I defend the weak by defeating the wicked! So I can't
very well get MAD at the weak, now can I? You're just fine as you are.
Besides, without cravens like you, I'd be out of a job!

Yarne: H-hey! That's not... Oh, who am I kidding. Yes I am. Mostly, I'm just
surprised to hear you say I'm all right the way I am. You're the only one who
thinks so. So, yeah. Thanks.

Cynthia: Aw, come on, buddy. Smile! As a hero, I'm not allowed to leave the
scene until you're wearing a grin.

Yarne: R-right. I'll try.
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Yarne B

Yarne: I still can't stop the trembling... Why does war have to be so scary?

Cynthia: Hey, it's Yarne! Aww, are you down again? What happened this time?

Yarne: Same as always... Whenever I stare down an enemy, my legs just lock up
on me. Heh heh... Pathetic, isn't it? I'm always shouting about how I'm the
last taguel, and how I can't afford to die, but... The reality is that I'm
just a big chicken. Bawk, bawk.

Cynthia: Hey, combat can be scary even for the best of us! But if that's who
you are, just accept it! We weren't all born to be fighters.

Yarne: But I WANT to fight! I'm tired of feeling so pathetic. Everyone else
is fighting with everything they've got, and I'm still turning tail.

Cynthia: Well then, if you want it that bad, maybe you can work through the
fear.

Yarne: You think I haven't been trying to do that this whole time?

Cynthia: Well, maybe you've been doing it wrong! I bet I know a way!

Yarne: What is it?

Cynthia: You should be a hero!

Yarne: A... hero?

Cynthia: Yeah! A hero just like me! I mean, I'm still training myself, but
you could join me! It'll be totally great!

Yarne: Sounds like a tall order for a coward...

Cynthia: Pffft! All you have to do is stand up to evil and help anyone who
needs helping. If you follow those two rules, anyone can become a hero!

Yarne: Just because it's simple doesn't mean it's easy... The heroes you hear
bards sing about have fought in hundreds of epic battles.

Cynthia: You've got at least a few under your belt already, and there's
plenty more to come. All you need is the will to act!

Yarne: You really think I can be a hero? Just... poof? Just like that?

Cynthia: If you believe it, ANYTHING is possible!

Yarne: Well... a positive outlook and a goal certainly couldn't hurt... And
it's not like I could get any LESS brave...

Cynthia: Great! Then from now on, you'll be my faithful ward! With enough
work, I might even promote you to sidekick!

Yarne: Er, that sounds like... a deal?
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Yarne A

Yarne: Ah, Cynthia!

Cynthia: What's up, Yarne?

Yarne: I just wanted to thank you.

Cynthia: For what?

Yarne: That talk about heroes.

Cynthia: I should be thanking you! I always wanted a ward. How's it going,
anyway?

Yarne: Well, I decided it was a little ambitious to just charge into battle
like a true hero. That's why I decided to start with baby steps.

Cynthia: Explain yourself, ward!

Yarne: I was in town the other day, and I saw this scrawny kid getting picked
on. I stopped the bullies from their deeds and gave them a stern talking to.
And they actually thanked me!

Cynthia: ...Wait, who thanked you? The ne'er-do-wells?

Yarne: Yeah! It was the strangest thing. They all said what I did was "really
great, man." I didn't know how to react... But I can see the appeal of doing
this sort of thing. The adulation is addictive!

Cynthia: Ah ha ha ha! I bet you're already a full-fledged hero to those kids!

Yarne: This must be how heroes are born... People decide to do what's right,
and then their actions trickle down to all. I know I'm still holding everyone
else back in combat, but I'm going to fix that! I want to be someone those
kids can look up to and admire!

Cynthia: Ha ha! You have the right of it, ward! Just remember, as a hero it's
also your job to keep a smile on everyone's face.

Yarne: Er, right! I'll... work on that part.

Cynthia: Ha ha! Keep this up and I might let you borrow the Justice Wagon!
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Yarne S

Cynthia: Hail, Bunny Boy!

Yarne: Er, what?

Cynthia: You haven't heard? That's what they're calling you!

Yarne: People are calling me that? But people don't even know I exist!

Cynthia: Well, all the kids in the town sure do! At first, I wasn't sure who
they were talking about. But when you think about it, there's only one guy
who fits that description.

Yarne: You really think they mean me? I had no idea.

Cynthia: My little ward's all grown up into a sidekick! I couldn't be more
proud! ...Even if you HAVE been upstaging me lately.

Yarne: Um, I don't think-

Cynthia: Then why don't I have a nickname yet? Huh? Every kid in town was
singing the praise of Bunny Boy, ally to all!

Yarne: Ally to all, huh...? I... I am Yarne, avenger of the taguel and ally
to all! Have at you, demon! See if you're brave enough to face Bunny Boy!
..Was that too goofy?

Cynthia: Are you kidding? That was amazing! I got chills, Yarne! But that's
so unfair! I want a title! I want to give awesome entrance speeches, too!

Yarne: I always thought they were silly, but it actually feels pretty good.
But this isn't about speeches or praise! It's about making a world safe for
all...

Cynthia: Wow, you ARE getting good at this!

Yarne: And I want... I want to be your hero, too, Cynthia! I want to fight
for the future together! I want to stay by your side!

Cynthia: Er, you mean as a sidekick, right? Or is this...

Yarne: Um, no. This would be... the other thing.

Cynthia: Oh my gosh, that'd be even MORE amazing!

Yarne: R-really? Then, you don't mind...?

Cynthia: You're totally my hero right now!

Yarne: I am? Yeeeeeesss!

Cynthia: You can be my hero, and I'll be yours! And then together we'll be
everyone else's! We're going to become a legendary crime-fighting duo! ...But
wait, I'm gonna need a name.

Yarne: Er, I don't think you quite understand the gravity of my propos-

Cynthia: I've got it! I am Cynthia, the... the Pigtailed Pugilist! No, wait!
The Pigtailed PUNISHER!

Yarne: Heh. Well, you wouldn't be you if you weren't a little up in the
clouds... Come, my faithful companion! Let's go serve up some hot justice
together!
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3. Inigo C

Inigo: *Sigh*

Cynthia: What's wrong, Inigo? No, wait! Lemme guess. You got shot down by
another pretty girl, huh?

Inigo: Actually, she was GORGEOUS! And for such a beautiful young creature,
she certainly packed a mean left hook... I think I just need some time alone.
..Well, that and some ice.

Cynthia: With all the practice you get, you'd think you'd have better luck
hitting on women.

Inigo: Ha ha, very funny. I'm throughly amused. You just wait. I know what
went wrong. I'll nail it next time for sure!

Cynthia: That's the spirit! Buck up, little camper! You're no fun when you're
all mopey.

Inigo: Someone's bound to pick up on my rugged charm and roguish good looks
eventually. I just have to hang in there until then.

Cynthia: Now you're talkin'! Woooooo! (Talkn' a bunch of nonsense...)

Inigo: Sorry, did you say something?

Cynthia: Who, me? Not this girl, no sir-ee. Nuh-uh. Nothin'. Anyway, I'm glad
you're feeling better. You just stay there and practice smiling while I find
you some ice.
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Inigo B

Inigo: Ugh, my ears are still ringing... I'll grant that the kick to the
shins was warranted, but she didn't have to yell!

Cynthia: Wheeew! This is the heaviest batch yet! ...Oh, hey. Inigo. How goes
it? Any luck with the laaadies?

Inigo: Does this look like the leg of a lucky man, Cynthia?

Cynthia: Ouch. That's quite the bruise there. ...Well, we all have our off
days. Or our off... every days.

Inigo: I don't need you to twist the knife! Just let me lick my wounds in
private.

Cynthia: Aw, I'm sorry, Inigo! I didn't mean t like that, I promise.

Inigo: Enough. Let's talk about you for a change. What's all that you're
carrying?

Cynthia: Um... cake, mostly. I think? These girls in town just started giving
me gifts, but I haven't had time to look.

Inigo: Girls? Cake? Gifts? Girls? Town? ...GIRLS?!

Cynthia: It was so weird! I was just walking along when they started running
up to me! Kept wishing me luck and saying I was their idol or something. I
dunno.

Inigo: Oh, right, sure. You dunno. Cakes and girls just fell out of the clear
blue sky. ...DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW JEALOUS I AM RIGHT NOW?!

Cynthia: Hee hee! Well, it does feel pretty good. I won't lie.

Inigo: I guess I can see why girls like you. What with that dashing heroine
thing you've got going on.

Cynthia: I guess? I'm not really sure.

Inigo: All those girls... fawning over you... I'd give anything to have that
happen to me.

Cynthia: Aw, don't get all weepy on me agian. You gotta knuckle down and man
up! Here, eat some cake. You'll feel better.

Inigo: ...Mmmrph! Thanks, Cynthia. I still feel pathetic, but I appreciate
the sentiment.

Cynthia: Yay! Now go get some suger in you and climb back up on that love
horse!
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Inigo A

Cynthia: Phew, I think this haul sets a new record! If I eat all this by
myself, I'll explode...

Inigo: Hello, Cynthia.

Cynthia: Ah, Inigo! Off to woo the ladies again?

Inigo: On my way back, actually. ...Don't ask how it went. That's quite the
gift basket you've got. Accosted by another pack of feral fans?

Cynthia: What can I say? They love me. You want some more cake?

Inigo: I'm not really in the mood, thanks. ...Now, tell me. What's your
secret? How are you so irresistible to girls? I like to think I'm rather
charming, and my looks are nothing to sneeze at...
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Cynthia: Maybe they smell the desperation. Why does it matter so much to you?

Inigo: What do you mean?

Cynthia: I mean, why do you feel a need to flirt so much? Would it kill you
not to have a throng of screaming girls pining for you?

Inigo: I don't- Hmm... It's not a... logical thing that draws me to the
ladies. It's more like instinct.

Cynthia: Instince, huh? Well, I can't speak for other girls, Inigo, but I
find you pretty entertaining. You've been a good friend since we were young,
and I like you a lot. Plus I know you've got a good heart, despite all the...
leering. So that's gotta count for something!

Inigo: I appreciate that, but-

Cynthia: I'm not the only one, you know. Lots of folks here like you! So
maybe don't let a chicken walk on your lip every time a girl turns you down,
eh?

Inigo: Don't let a chicken...? No, you're right. Thank you. No more moping, I
promise.

Cynthia: Good! Now let's have that smile!

Inigo: You always knew how to drag it out of me. And now I'm going to put it
to use! There's got to be a lonely beauty around here somewhere!

Cynthia: Go get her, tiger!
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Inigo S

Inigo: Hey, Cynthia. You, uh... You got a minute?

Cynthia: You're all quiet. What's wrong? Are you sick or something?

Inigo: Sorry, I just... I wanted to ask... You remember a little while ago,
when you said you liked me? You mean that you like me because we've been
friends since we were kids, right?

Cynthia: Um, kind of, yeah. But I mean... Wait, what's this about?

Inigo: I keep thinking about it. ...What you said, I mean. I think that...
Um... I think I'm in love with you, Cynthia. And not just flirty one-time
love. This is... real.

Cynthia: ...What?!

Inigo: I know it's probably impossible to take me seriously, given my record.
But I had to tell you anyway, because... I want to spend the rest of my life
with you. I want us to get old and gray together.

Cynthia: .....

Inigo: Heh... It's all right. I figured as much. Who could fall for the guy
who's always whining about striking out with other girls?

Cynthia: Um... I could...

Inigo: Yes, I understand. No hard- Wait, what?

Cynthia: I've liked you since forever, Inigo. Ever since we were kids. And it
always tears me up to see you sad. That's why I always cheer you on with...
you know? Girls?

Inigo: R-really?

Cynthia: I mean, yeah, it made me super mad to watch you hit on every girl
but me... But me being mad is still better than you being sad. ...At least, I
think so.

Inigo: Cynthia, I'm so sorry... I was such a fool! I had no idea I was doing
that to you this whole time. Oh, how could I not have seen it?!

Cynthia: Hee hee! Then here's to the start of a new future togeter!

Inigo: A future where the two of us are happy forever!

Cynthia: A future where you don't talk to any girl but me!

Inigo: No, of course... ...Not?

Cynthia: Was there a question mark at the end of that sentence, Inigo?

Inigo: Um... no?

Cynthia: There! You just did it again! And why are you backing away from me?!

Inigo: I, uh... Natural... self-preservation... reflex?

Cynthia: Inigo! You get back here THIS INSTANT!

Inigo: Sorry, my love! You'll always be number one! But there are so many
other lovely numbers out there!
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3. Gerome C

Cynthia: Heya, Gerome!

Gerome: ......

Cynthia: No, I'm over here! Yoo-hoo! You're going the wrong way!

Gerome: *Sigh* What do you want?

Cynthia: I don't want anything. I'm just wondering if you're free to chat?

Gerome: No, I'm not.

Cynthia: Really? Great! 'Cause I'm anxious to know what you think the perfect
hero looks like. For example, you could say she - or he - is lovely and
powerful and graceful, right? Or that everyone admires her! ...Or him. I
suppose it could be a him. Anyway, I'd love to get your opinion on the whole
matter. You're very hero-like yourself, especially given that cool, dark
demeanor and all.

Gerome: I'm leaving.... Don't follow me.

Cynthia: No, Gerome, wait! I'm not done! I'm not... done. If I didn't know
any better, I'd swear he was trying to avoid me.
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Gerome B

Cynthia: Hey, Gerome! Can we, already? Pleeeeease?

Gerome: Do what?

Cynthia: Have our hero chat, of course!

Gerome: I never agreed to such a thing... I have nothing to say.

Cynthia: Liar! Remember when we were kids? We'd talk for hours and hours!

Gerome: We're not children anymore.

Cynthia: I know. But remember when you told me I looked all strong and
graceful like a hero?

Gerome: ...I said that?

Cynthia: Oh, yeah! All the time, actually! I'd love to hear you say it again.
Hee hee! It sent a thrill down my spine when you'd tell me how wonderful I
was! I love that about you!

Gerome: W-wait! You love me?!

Cynthia: Well, sure, we grew up together, right? We're the bestest of pals,
aren't we? I loved it when you told me I was a hero! ...And graceful and
beautiful and smart.

Gerome: Oh. Right. Of course. I knew that.

Cynthia: So, come on! Make with the flattery!

Gerome: ......We are not children anymore!

Cynthia: Aw, geez. Don't tell me... Does he hate me now...?
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Gerome A

Gerome: I shouldn't have done it. It was cruel.

Cynthia: What was cruel?!

Gerome: Gyah! ...H-how long have you been there?!

Cynthia: Oh, I've been here forever! You would have noticed too, if you
weren't so completely lost in thought. If I was a foe, I could have lopped
off your head without you ever realizing it.

Gerome: Yes, but in battle, I would be much more dilig-

Cynthia: Don't forget, you're a proper hero now! You can't afford to let your
guard down... It just looks bad.

Gerome: Who said I was a hero? Apart from you, I mean.

Cynthia: Oh, Gerome, you don't have to be so modest. I love you anyway!

Gerome: Y-you love me?

Cynthia: Yeah, of course I do, silly. Anyway, that's not why I came to talk
to you. I have a question for you. A very important question.

Gerome: Hold! Return to the part about lo-

Cynthia: Do you hate me?

Gerome: What? ...Why do you ask?

Cynthia: Because, it sometimes feels like you're trying very, very hard to
avoid me.

Gerome: ...... I find you difficult to be around.

Cynthia: *Gasp* No... Oh I knew it...

Gerome: I'm not finished. You have always been a perpetual ray of sunshine in
my life. But sometimes, a man like me wishes to draw the curtains and sit in
the dark.

Cynthia: Like a troglodyte?

Gerome: Please don't misunderstand me. I don't dislike you. Your good humor
raises people's spirits and dispels the horrors of war. You are a shining
beacon of hope, reminding us there can be a better future. You light the
fires of optimism and inspire us to keep striving.

Cynthia: Gosh. You make me sound so... important. More of this please! But
wait... I guess if you think that, you can't possibly hate me... Right?

Gerome: None of your comrades dislike you, myself included.

Cynthia: Phew! That's a relief! Thanks, Gerome! We'll talk soon, I promise.

Gerome: W-wait! My point was that I do not want to talk!
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Gerome S

Cynthia: *Rustle, rustle* *Scratch, scratch, scratch* Oh, hey, a peanut!
*munch, munch* La da dum de dooooo...Oooooh, I wish I was a hammer! I'd
hammer all day loooo-

Gerome: Stop fidgeting! We're on guard duty...You need to stay alert.

Cynthia: Vigilant! Right! That's me! ...Got it... ...See, it's just that I
can't stop thinking about when we were kids. Remember how we'd go into the
woods and play Justice Cabal?

Gerome: ...Vaguely.

Cynthia: There was that time I pretended to be a paladin and killed all those
evil goblins...You said I looked truly heroic, even though the goblins were
only snapdragons.

Gerome: You don't forget anything, do you? Perhaps it's only fair that I tell
you...

Cynthia: Tell me what? ...Is something wrong? Ohmigosh, there IS something
wrong! This is what I've been worried about! Don't leave me hanging! Go
ahead! Say it!

Gerome: When I confessed I wasn't comfortable around you, I... lied. Or at
least, I wasn't clear about the real reason why...

Cynthia: Wait, so it's not that I'm too bright and cheerful? ...Then what is
it? Maybe I can fix it or change it so you don't totally hate me anymore.

Gerome: Gods' bread! I don't hate you! You're just difficult to be around...
Because of my vertigo.

Cynthia: You mean, like, your being afraid of heights?

Gerome: Do you remember teaching me to fly when we were young?

Cynthia: Yeah, sure! You were so scared of heights you couldn't ride a
wyvern! So I took you on my pegasus, and we flew and flew until you weren't
afraid anymore. Hee hee! That was so much fun! I haven't thought about that
in ages...

Gerome: I had hoped to never think on it again...

Cynthia: So, wait. You hate me because I know your secret weakness?

Gerome: No! That's not it at all! ...Well, maybe it is. Partly, at least. I
have been... desperate to impress you, and yet you've already seen me for a
fool.

Cynthia: No way! ...You were trying to impress ME?!

Gerome: Is that so unbelievable?

Cynthia: Gerome! I'm crazy about you! Why do you think I keep bugging you all
the time?!

Gerome: I... I had always thought... that it was just because we were
childhood friends.

Cynthia: Well, there is that, but a girl doesn't hang on your every word for
old time's sake! Really, how can someone so wonderful be so darn
thick?...Heh. Well, look. Now that we've cleared the air, we can start fresh.

Gerome: Yes! I suppose we can! First order of business: what's the best look
for a heroic couple...?
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Severa!

4. Owain C

Owain: Let's see what we've got here... Hmm... Nice form... Elegant curve to
the blade... I dub thee... Sword of the Swan! Hmm... Now this axe is nice and
heavy, but with that bit on the end... I dub thee... Head Smoosher Plus One!

Severa: Are you talking to that axe?

Owain: No, that would be silly! I'm just naming our latest shipment of
weapons.

Severa: Doesn't that seem a bit childish?

Owain: Ooh! I still haven't named your weapon!

Severa: Pffft! It doesn't need a name.

Owain: Of course it does! A name can be a very powerful thing! It makes a
weapon your partner instead of a simple tool! Plus, you'll never confuse it
with anyone else's!

Severa: Does your mother sew your name into your smallclothes or something?

Owain: Here, let me see it. It'll just take a second!

Severa: No! Keep your grubby mitts off!

Owain: Geez, all right, all right! No need to be rude.
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Owain B

Owain: Severa? Hey, Severa!

Severa: Oh, brother. What is it now?

Owain: I was going to help you name your-

Severa: I thought I made myself quite clear. My weapon does not need a name.

Owain: Oh no, you were very clear on that point. That's not what I was going
to say. I think you should name your special moves!

Severa: Did you really just say "special moves"?

Owain: Like "something-something... SWORD!" or "whatever... THRUST!" and
stuff. Come on, it's easy. I'll help you!

Severa: I wasn't awre you had moves at all, let alone special ones.

Owain: Of course! I'm at 45 and counting. Just a few more, and I'll hit an
even 50! Pretty impressive, huh?

Severa: And you shout these names out loud while on the battlefield?

Owain: That's kind of the point. It strikes fear in the enemy's heart!

Severa: Or it just makes them easier to kill when they're doubled over
laughing...

Owain: ...Something tells me I'm not convincing you.

Severa: Listen, Owain. Ridiculous names and insane shouting is cute when
you're six. But you're a grown man now! It's gone from embarassing to just
plain... creepy.

Owain: Oh yeah? Well, I've got a name for the move you're pulling right now!
Grumpy... BLAST!

Severa: What if a real man decides to stab you while you're shouting? Hmm?
You're left gurgling on your own blood while we find ourselves one fighter
short! Go on! Ask anyone in camp! They all think you're ridiculous.

Owain: You think... Do they really...?

Severa: Yes, they really! So I'm sorry if I don't have time to indulge your
weird little hobby! Now drop it!
(Severa leaves)

Owain: ...S-sorry.
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Owain A

Severa: Owain? Hey, Owain! OWAAAAAIN! ...Hey! You! Have you seen Owain!

Soldier: Last I saw, he was in some tent, curled up in a corner muttering to
himself.

Severa: Oh, for the love of... Chrom just called an all-hands meeting. What
does that man-child think he's doing?
(Time passes)
Severa: Ugh, could he make this place any darker? Is he really even in
here...?

Owain: .....

Severa: O-Owain! What are you still doing here? Chrom called a meeting! And
why are you clutching your knees and rocking in the corner? Talk about
creepy!

Owain: I am creepy.

Severa: Hey, I was only stating the truth, weirdo. ..... Okay, what is it.
Did something happen? What's wrong with you?

Owain: Nothing happened. I'm just a creepy creep who creeps around with his
weirdo hobbies.

Severa: Are you still upset over what I said before?!

Owain: No, I'm not upset. You were just stating the truth.

Severa: Ugh, okay! I'm sorry! I went too far and now you're sad and blah blah
blah. There. Are we good, now? Now come on. Chrom is waiting for us.

Owain: What would Chrom want with a creepy creep like me?

Severa: That's ENOUGH, mister!

Owain: Muh...?

Severa: Ugh... I can't believe you're actually going to make me say this...
Since when did you ever let reality get in the way of your happy little
fantasy world? You don't care what other people say. You walk your own path
and whistle loudly! Deluded confidence and blind faith have always been your
greatest strengths.

Owain: You... really think so?

Severa: I know so. So don't let a little criticism slow you down. Mine
especially. Everyone knows I'm a huge jerk anyways, so just shrug it off and
keep going.

Owain: You're... *sniff* Severa, you're...

Severa: I'm... what?

Owain: RRAAAAAAAAAAUGH!

Severa: ...Oh, gods. It finally happened. The weirdo has snapped.

Owain: Severa, you're right! This isn't me! I never listen to what anyone
says. Half the time I don't know they're talking! Thank you, Severa. I feel a
lot better! Now come on, I'll race you to Chrom's!
(Owain leaves)

Severa: Wh-what? No, I won't race you! Come back, Owain! *Sigh* ...What an
idiot. Still, I'm glad he's better. A sad Owain is just... sad.
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Owain S

Owain: Hey, Severa. Sorry again for before.

Severa: Are we still talking about that? Forget it.

Owain: No, really! Some of the things you said struck a chord in me. You
helped me remember who I am and who I want to be!

Severa: Owain, I... Look, I should be the one apologizing.

Owain: Why? I understand why you got mad at me.

Severa: Not that!

Owain: What, then?

Severa: Here, just... look at my weapon.

Owain: This is... Hey, you inscribed a name in the handle! I thought you'd
never! Wait... this looks really old and weathered. Which means you'd
already... Ah ha ha! You're terrible! You gave me all that grief after you'd
done the same thing? I guess that explains why you wouldn't let me see it
before.

Severa: Look closer, you goof! ...Read it.

Owain: I'm confused, Severa. This is... my name.

Severa: I know. That's why I was too embarassed to tell you.

Owain: You named your weapon after me? But... why? And how long ago?!

Severa: Because you've always been nice to me, even when I wasn't. Because
you're a person I've always been able to trust, no matter what. And
because... I don't know. I guess I just... like you. I always have. I'm
sorry, Owain... I'm always shouting and saying such terrible things to you...
I don't mean to, honest. These things just... pop out of me for some reason!
*Sniff* *sob*

Owain: H-hey, don't cry!

Severa: Waaaaaaaaaah!

Owain: Hey, come on! I think you're great! I mean, you named your weapon
after me and everything, right? So come on. No more crying. I'm honored to be
at your side.

Severa: You... you mean it? *sniff* Like... REALLY at my side?

Owain: Are you kidding me? You're GORGEOUS! I'd cut off my sword hand just to
stand near you for an hour! Um... sorry. Did I say too much there?

Severa: ...No, Owain. It was just right.
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4. Laurent C

Severa: Mmm, those peaches smell amazing! They were totally worth splurging
on!

Laurent: Severa, where did this veritable mountain of fruit come from?

Severa: The market, where else? They just looked too tasty to pass up?

Laurent: I told you last time not to purchase anything that isn't on the
list... If we keep buying unnecessary food, it will rot before we can use it.
Our treasury is not so great that we can splurge on excess supplies.

Severa: Oh, whatever! It's only a little fruit. And besides, once folks see
how great it all looks, they'll finish them off in no time!

Laurent: That does not address the crux of my argument.

Severa: Human beings need a little treat now and then to survive, Laurent. I
mean, maybe not you! ...But most of us. And if you take away the joy in life,
what's left to fight for? See, so I'm actually helping morale whenever I buy
tasty fruit.

Laurent: Starving, however, is bad for morale. And that's precisely what will
happen if you continue squandering the food budget. What's more, you make
additional work for me when I try to balance the books.

Severa: Pffft! Yeah, whatever! An egghead like you will figure it all out,
I'm sure!
Besides, what's done is done. The milk is spilt, so quit cryin'! Now cheer up
and enjoy some fresh fruit. Wouldn't want it to spoil after all.

Laurent: I fail to understand how one individual can be so selfish, time and
again.
It will take me hours to draft a new budget.

Severa: Stop fretting over every little detail! You'll worry yourself to an
early grave.

Laurent: If anything dooms me to an early grave, it's like to be that
insufferable woman...
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Laurent B

Severa: Oh. ...You.

Laurent: Hello, Severa.

Severa: *Sigh*

Laurent: Can I help you?

Severa: Oh, just remembering the last procurement run has me exhausted all
over again.

Laurent: I would express a similar frustration. It's become almost impossible
to handle expenses with you at the helm.

Severa: And just what is that supposed to mean?

Laurent: Precisely what it sounds like. Every time you come back with
desserts or silly baubles, I have to make cuts elsewhere.

Severa: Okay, could you try to sound a little more condescending? You're not
joy to shop with either, you know! Every time you open your mouth, it's
"budget" this, or "Unnecessary" that! Shopping should be an adventure, not
some boring old list.
You have to open up to new discoveries! Go where the moment takes you and
stuff!

Laurent: We are procuring supplies for an army, not impulse shopping for our
own amusement.

Severa: I know that, but this army has needs, and one of those needs is to
have a little fun! Gods, would it kill you to listen to me maybe once?

Laurent: If you're asking me to say that wasting our scant resources is a
good idea, I won't. You joke about what will or won't kill me, but it's a
question I consider every day. We are at war, Severa. There is no shortage of
things that could kill us all. The only thing keeping us alive is prudent and
careful planning.

Severa: And that situation is exactly why I'm saying we need a little joy in
our lives! Walking around with an abacus all day isn't what I consider good
for morale.

Laurent: Frivolous spending isn't going to make anyone's life easier.

Severa: Okay, we're getting nowhere, ...Mostly because someone is being a
jerk!
So fine. Buy hardtack and stale bread until the cows come home. I'm done
shopping with you, mister!

Laurent: If you are resigning from the procurement runs, I gladly accept. If
it was up to me, I'd have taken you off the project weeks ago.

Severa: Oh no, I'm not quitting before you! I'm just shopping on my own,
thank you! You're on your own, cheapskate!
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Laurent A

Severa: I just... I still can't believe it...

Laurent: Severa?

Severa: Oh. Hello.

Laurent: You look dazed. The company must have thanked you as well, then?

Severa: Yes! It's been a total barrage of praise ever since the two of us
went shopping. Chrom even searched me out just to offer his compliments.

Laurent: It has been almost surreal... Especially in spite of our prior
arguments.
It seems we managed to strike a perfect balance. Nothing missing, nothing
wasted. People have been especially excited over the more... extraneous
items.

Severa: That has to feel pretty good as the guy responsible for the shopping
budget.

Laurent: Yes, though I would never have thought to purchase half of what they
mentioned. Much of it appeared wasteful to my eye, but it seems you had the
right of it. I apologize for doubting your selections.

Severa: Oh, it's fine. Besides, I'd have spent twice as much if you hadn't
made me think about the excesses. Stubbornness aside, you really are good
with numbers, and you always stay on task.

Laurent: Thank you. Praise from you is a rare treat indeed. I suppose this
means that together we were able to do what neither could do alone.

Severa: Yeah. For all our arguing, we actually make a pretty good team.

Laurent: I would welcome your help again on the next procurement run. If you
wouldn't mind joining me, that is.

Severa: As long as you promise to let me handle the fruit, I'm there!
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Laurent S

Severa: Sounds like our last procurement run was another rousing success.

Laurent: And nearly painless, now that I've grown accustomed to your...
quirks.
These days, I feel like I'm even starting to understand your tastes.

Severa: I dunno, Laurent. I'm a tough woman to figure out sometimes.

Laurent: Believe me, there is much of you that remains a mystery to me. But
one thing is clear: I ought never think to go shopping alone again. Your help
is invaluable. I do hope you'll continue to join me in the future.

Severa: Hmm...

Laurent: ...Is something the matter, Severa?

Severa: You say you've started to understand my tastes, right? ...But can you
guess what I want right now?

Laurent: ...I don't understand. Is this a riddle of some kind? Are you going
to ask me what is in your pocket next?

Severa: You should be able to read me pretty well by now, right? So guess
what I'm thinking.

Laurent: Telepathy has been scientifically proven to be nothing more than the
work of-

Severa: Try.

Laurent: Very well... ...... ...I suspect it's the same thing I'm thinking.

Severa: And... what might that be?

Laurent: I was hoping you would be my partner not just in shopping, but in
all things in life. If that were, in fact, what you were thinking. I should
count myself a very happy man.

Severa: ......

Laurent: Granted, that's less mind reading than mere wishful thinking.

Severa: No, you're...right on the money.

Laurent: Truly?

Severa: Yeah. Truly.

Laurent: Ah. Well, that is a relief! I was skeptical of what would happen if
I said all that, only to be rebuffed.

Severa: For someone who's always needling people, you can be so timid when it
counts! Well, you'll never lack for brashness with me at your side!

Laurent: Heh, I have no doubts on that count. What a perfectly mismatched
couple we make, eh?
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4. Brady C

Severa: *Sigh*

Brady: Something got ya down, Severa?

Severa: No, I'm just... sticking out.

Brady: What, like flashin' a little leg or somethin'?

Severa: No, you pervert! I mean socially! ...You and I don't fit in with the
others.

Brady: Get outta' here. Ya think?

Severa: Everyone else in this camp is so happy and bubbly and nice! Ugh! Gag
me with a spade!

Brady: Hey, yeah! Plus they all act like they're best chums!

Severa: Chums? Ugh, gag me again! Anyway, between us, one cynic to another, I
think we should team up.

Brady: What did you have in mind?

Severa: I'm thinking we'll start a totally exclusive club and leave them out
of it!
Severa and Brady's S&B Society has a nice ring to it, hmm?

Brady: The heck is an S&B Society supposed to be?

Severa: Isn't it obvious? It's a play on our initials.

Brady: I get that part, ya mope! Now what's it really mean?

Severa: It means... Um... Snark & Bark Society! It's totally our
personalities! ...Plus the word "society." We need a sophisticated word like
that to make everyone else all jealous.

Brady: This is starting to sound like a big pain in the keister.

Severa: Ugh, rude! And crude! Gods! Look, if you want to be that way, then
you can be all cynical on your own. Or you can join my awesome society and
have cynical backup whenever!

Brady: I got an uneasy feeling about this, but...well fine.

Severa: Then it's decided! Our contrarian collaboration officially begins
today!

Brady: Just try not to make me regret this, yeah?
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Brady B

Severa: Oh, Brady!

Brady: What's wrong?

Severa: I'm so glad you're here! It's an emergency!

Brady: Are we under attack?!

Severa: Worse! I'm building the official S&B Society tent, and we're out of
materials! Oh, it's just awful!

Brady: Just use one of the spare tents! We got plenty.

Severa: Ugh, no way! Our noble organization deserves better than plain, ugly
canvas!

Brady: So whaddya want me to do about it?

Severa: Well, maybe we can start off with a spare after all...

Brady: Uh, what changed from a second ago when that was unacceptable?

Severa: Duh! Emellishments! We'll take a drab old tent and transform it into
a palace. We'll need silks, and colorful lanterns, and fine, gilded tassels!
Oh, and maybe some of those little hangy-bead thingies for the door!

Brady: You want all that on a stupid tent for two people?

Severa: It's not a stupid tent, and we are not just two people! We are the
S&B Society!

Brady: This plan's startin' to rub my fur the wrong way...

Severa: I don't ware about your fur, which you don't even have anyway! Here's
your list. Go fetch everything on it, and then come back for more orders.

Brady: List? Let's see... Jumping jesters! I'll have to go to a big city to
find half this stuff! Look at these quantities! Twenty tapestries? Thirty-
five diamond-tipped canes? ...Fourty-five golden bricks? Oh, come on! I can't
even buy gold bricks!
I think I need a drink...

Severa: Ooh! Thank you for reminding me. We'll be needing a nice set of
teacups as well. Oh, and since I handled all the plainning, you don't mind
footing the bill, right?

Brady: You're dreaming, lady! We're splittin' the coast at the very least!

Severa: Hey, we voted on this, remember? I am the society president and CEO!
..You are the treasurer.

Brady: Being the treasurer doesn't mean you pay for everything out of pocket!

Severa: Um, I think I know what a treasurer does, Brady. Gods! Hmm... Okay,
so we'll also need some shelves for books and such...

Brady: Hey! ...Are you even listening to me? ....Fine, I'll go see what I can
get from the local markets. But you're paying me back for half? You hear me,
ya mooch?

Severa: Sure, sure. Off you go.

Brady: I knew this was a bad idea...
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Brady A

Brady: Hey, Severa!

Severa: Greetings, Society Member Number Two. Are we done with today's
procurement run?

Brady: Stop callin' me that! ...And yeah, all done. Still don't see why I'm
always the one buyin' junk. I mean, what've you been doin' this whole time,
aside from loungin' around?

Severa: I've been very busy, I'll have you know! I've been assembling
everything you brought into decorations for the tent. ...See?

Brady: ...Actually, that doesn't look terrible. Athough it's all
abit...gaudy, isn't it?

Severa: No, it isn't! It's elegant and sophisticated! We are a SOCIETY, after
all.
If not for the gold, silk, and lanters, it'd lack panache. We have a name to
live up to! If it all happens to be a hair over the top, it will just make
people all the more jealous!

Brady: A hair? This thing is a full wig shop over the top, Severa. I can
barely see in here! All the gold leaf is blinding me!

Severa: Well, get over it! ...Gods, I don't see why you always have to
complain.

Brady: Said the contrarian to her partner in a contrarian society! Look, I've
already spent way more time and money on this than I thought I would...

Severa: Would you stop grumbling already? ...Ooh! Brady, those teacups are
darling! I didn't know you had an eye for those.

Brady: Well, you know...

Severa: Or did you just have the seller choose them for you?

Brady: Urk...

Severa: Oh, please. Don't try to deny it. I can read you like a book. Anyway,
back to sewing! It won't be long now. I know it's difficult, but try to
contain your excitement.

Brady: Stubborn as a mule, as always... Still, if this makes her happy, I...
guess I can do it.

Severa: What was that, Number Two?

Brady: I didn't say nothin'!
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Brady S

Severa: Brady! *sob* It's t-t-terrible! Waaah!

Brady: What in the... Augh! Come on, let go! You're crushin' my ribs!

Severa: B-but it's... *sniff* It's gone! *sob*

Brady: Calm down! Sheesh... Now, what's gone? What happened?

Severa: Y-you remember a few days ago? When that storm came through?

Brady: Yeah, that was wild. Thought my tent was gonna up and fly away.

Severa: It did fly away, you moron! The S&B Society tent blew away, and now I
can't find it!

Brady: What? There was a half a ton of decorations on that thing! How'd
something that gaudy ever get off the ground?

Severa: Gaudy?! It was elegant and sophisticated!

Brady: R-right! ...Course it was. But hey, that's a shame. I know ya worked
real hard on it.

Severa: A shame? No, it's a tragedy! It's the worst thing that's ever
happened in the history of everything!

Brady: Aw, buck up there, little camper. Don't let it get you down. So, uh,
maybe time to forget the Society idea and go mingle with the others, eh? Try
to play nice with the group for a change? ...I'd go with ya, if ya wanted.

Severa: N-no! I don't want to!

Brady: Why do you always have to be so antisocial? Not like I'm one to talk,
but even I-

Severa: Because I want it to be just you and me!

Brady: Muh?

Severa: Gods, you are an idiot! I never cared about the dumb society stuff!
..I just made it all up so we could spend time together.

Brady: Severa...

Severa: But that dream up and blew away. So fine! Go! Run off and be with
everyone else! I'll just stay here and eat this dirt! *munch,
munch*...Ptooie! ...Gods, I can't even do that right.

Brady: Oh good grief! Cut that out! I ain't goin' nowhere, doll. Honest!
Can't leave half of the S&B Society all on her own, now can I?

Severa: Wait, then you...

Brady: You think I'm an idiot?! I'm crazy for you, Severa! Who else would
have put up with all your crazy demands this long?

Severa: Wow, I.. I don't know what to say. ...That isn't all snarky, I mean.

Brady: Hey, we're the Snark & Bark Society, but even we gotta' be honest
sometime, right?

Severa: I guess I'm... happy. Happy you feel the same, I mean.

Brady: Watching you has taught me something, though. Call it leading by bad
example, but I think it was wrong to cut ourselves off. Two cats can't live
alone, and there's no reason to keep tryin'. Anyway, I don't think it'd kill
us to make nice with the others a bit more.

Severa: Well, I guess. ...If you help me.

Brady: Of course! I'll help with whatever you like! ...As long as it's not
shopping for the Society again, that is.
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4. Yarne C

Severa: Yarne!

Yarne: What's wrong, Severa? You're all out of---

Severa: Don't you 'what's wrong" me! What do you call the last battle?! We'd
only been on the field a minutes when you turned tail and ran!

Yarne: N-not true! I saw it through to the end! ...Er, from a safe distance.

Severa: Pah! What a lame excuse!

Yarne: Look, it's just... It's not like you really needed me there. Our foe
was way weaker than us.

Severa: Keep underestimating the enemy like that and you're going to wind up
in a coffin!

Yarne: But it's the truth!

Severa: And what happens when we go up against a stronger enemy? Hmm? We
prepare that much more carefully. We focus harder and we fight stronger! And
that goes for them, too. Which means we can't afford any carelessness!

Yarne: I... I guess you have a point.

Severa: This army has suffered more injuries from carelessness than from
enemies, you know?

Yarne: All right, all right! I'll be careful not to just leave the easy fight
to you guys from now on.

Severa: Am I really getting through to you?

Yarne: Yes! I told you, I got it!

Severa: If you think a quick nod and a smile is going to fool me, you're
crazy.
I'll stay here lecturing you all day if that's what it takes! Now, take a
seat, craven!

Yarne: ...There goes the afternoon.

Severa: What was that?

Yarne: N-nothing, ma'am!
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Yarne B

Severa: ...And another thing about war!

Yarne: ......

Severa: It's the easily distracted and complacent people like you who get
hurt!
And every time you get hurt, allies have to risk their hides to save your
sorry---
Hey! Are you even listening?!

Yarne: ...How does she never get bored of giving the same speech, day after
day?

Severa: Yarne! Your internal monologue right now is highly external!

Yarne: Gah! S-sorry! I was just kidding!

Severa: Ugh. Now, what was the last thing you remember me saying?

Yarne: A-all of it! I heard ever word!

Severa: Riiiight. Then tell me what combat situations you're best suited for.

Yarne: Uh... Ones where... the enemy is really weak?

Severa: Very funny, you dolt. In woodlands and other area where mounted
units' movement is restricted! That's where your speed and mobility are most
advantageous. Ring any bells?

Yarne: Er, I'm pretty sure I remember hearing you say... something like that?

Severa: Unbelievable. Why are you even here? If you're not interested in
fighting, quit!

Yarne: I AM interested, and I WANT to fight! I just don't understand why
you're so fixated on me!

Severa: Because half-baked soldiers like you are a liability to everyone
else!
You're at least a nominal part of this army, right? So pull your weight for a
change!

Yarne: Nominal...? That's pretty harsh!

Severa: Then prove me wrong!

Yarne: Maybe I will!

Severa: Good! Now start paying attention!

Yarne: Fine! I will!
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Yarne A

Yarne: Ugh, another day of Severa's Basic Training, otherwise known as Pick-
on-Yarne Hour... There's got to be a way out of this. Hm... I could fake the
plague... No, wait. I did that last time. ...Fake my own death and run?
..No, that's madness. If she found out, she'd kill me for true.

Severa: And just where do you think you're going, bunny face?

Yarne: S-Severa?! Er, I was just... Just valiantly fighting the impulse to
flee?

Severa: Flee? You were going to run away? Just where do you get off, buster?!

Yarne: (Gah! Severa's even more terrifying than usual today! Every animal
instinct in my body is screamin "RUN!" in a perfect chorus!)

Severa: Don't. You. Dare!

Yarne: *Huff* *pant* Whew... Heh... That'll teach you to... try to outrun a
rabbit... W-wait a moment... What's that angry blur coming toward me...?
EEEEK! SEVERA! I'M GONNA DIE!

Severa: ...HAH! Gotcha! And don't even think of trying to run again!

Yarne: H-how did a human outrun me? And what possible reason could you have
to chase me that hard?! You're wasting your time on me! You know that, right?

Severa: ARGH! Just LOOKING at you makes me see red! There is NOTHING more
infuriating than watching someone slack off! You've got about three times the
natural strength and potential I do, you know? And yet you're just letting it
go to waste while I work my butt off just to keep up! Do you have any idea
how that makes me feel?!

Yarne: Severa... I don't... I'm sorry. Truly. I never knew. I always thought
I was a lost cause, and I just assumed you'd already given up...

Severa: Some days, I'm tempted.

Yarne: Look, I'll work to improve, okay? I'll give it my honest best.

Severa: ...Promise?

Yarne: I do. I doubt it'll be smooth sailing, and I'll probably still make
you mad at first... But I'll do everything I can to be a help to you and the
others. I swear.

Severa: And how can I be sure you're not planning to just run away again? I
suppose I'll have to stay close and keep a close watch on you. And... maybe
help.

Yarne: Well... having you there certainly can't hurt. Thanks for sticking by
me, Severa!
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Yarne S

Severa: Hello, Yarne.

Yarne: Oh. Hi, Severa.

Severa: well, this is unusual. That's taguel armor, isn't it? I don't think
I've ever seen you maintaining your equipment before.

Yarne: Yeah, it's one of a lot of things I'm just getting around to. After
you told me I have potential, I really have no excuse not make myself of use.
Right?

Severa: Yarne... I'm proud of you. You've finally started taking your role in
this war seriously.

Yarne: Yeah... Um, say, Severa? Do you think I could maybe ask you a favor?

Severa: Let's hear it.

Yarne: Well, er... I was just...

Severa: What's the problem? I happen to be feeling unusually generous after
seeing you shape up. So out with it already!

Yarne: W-will you be my girl?!

Severa: What?!

Yarne: All your lectures made me a better man... It made me realize a basket
case like me needs a wise, strong woman to guide him!

Severa: A-are you insane?!

Yarne: Yes! Insane about YOU! Come on, you said it yourself! I shaped up, and
it's all thanks to you!

Severa: Y-you have made impressive strides...

Yarne: And I'm committed to getting stronger. Strong enough to stand as your
equal! So... please? Whaddya say?

Severa: ...Are you sure you can handle it?

Yarne: Handle what?

Severa: Living with a woman like me is a lot harder than just winning a few
battles.

Yarne: Hah! Now THAT I'm prepared for! I've had a lot of practice these last
few weeks.

Severa: Well, if you're certain, I SUPPOSE I could do you the honor...

Yarne: YES! Oh, thank you, Severa! I swear I'll become a man worthy of your
love!

Severa: Good! Because if you don't, I'll be wearing your pelt for a winter
coat!
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4. Inigo C

Inigo: Hel-lo, Severa! Looking good, lass!

Severa: ......

Inigo: Oh ho! There's nothing hotter than a cold shoulder!

Severa: You're an idiot. You think anything with a skirt looks good. Your
compliments have lost all meaning.

Inigo: Ah! Her melodious voice rings out at last! Now if I can just get a
smile, I can die happy!

Severa: You can die quickly if you don't shut up! Now stop wasting your
breath. I'm not the sort of floozy to swoon over a cowpile of trite flattery.

Inigo: Aw, come on! Saying someone looks good is just like saying hi!

Severa: Do you say Chrom "looks good" when you see him? Or Frederick? No! You
don't! It's just girls! Gods, this is... Look, I don't have time to deal with
your weird sexist world. Later.

Inigo: S-Severa! Darling! Wait!
(Severa leaves)
Inigo: Aaaaand she's gone. Geez. You'd think a lady could take a
compliment...
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Inigo B

Inigo: Hel-lo, Severa! You're looking darling as ever!

Severa: Are you deaf or just an idiot? ...Wait, don't tell me, I know.

Inigo: I'm simply incapable of speaking anything but the truth!

Severa: What must it be like to live in your head? Are there happy ponies in
there? Its really something how utterly delusional your optimism is. If I
didn't hate you so much, I might even be impressed.

Inigo: Huzzah! I got a heavily qualified and slightly sarcastic compliment
from Severa!

Severa: You are a truly staggering creature... Why on earth do you insist on
coming around and saying that I... That I "look good."

Inigo: Um, because you look good?

Severa: ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF ME?! This camp is full of good-looking girls
who will giggle and tee-hee all night long. I clearly despise you. So why
chase me around?

Inigo: You're selling yourself short, Severa. I think the ice-queen bit is
charming! The higher the hurdle you have to leap, the more satisfying it
feels once you're over it!

Severa: I am NOT a hurdle, jerk!

Inigo: W-wait! Th-that's not what I meant! Look, I'm serious. Honestly, I am.
I wouldn't mess with your emotions.

Severa: Your idea of serious is pretty far out there, Inigo.

Inigo: ...Whatever could you mean?

Severa: Ugh! Enough! None of this matters. I have things to do. N-now just...
leave me alone!

Inigo: I knew it!

Severa: Wh-what?!

Inigo: You put on a good show, but I know under all those thorns you're a
total sweetie. And I'm going to stick around until I get to see the real you!
..Er, this is the part where you smile. It's a terrible waste to see such a
pretty face scowling all the time.

Severa: You're obviously as blind as you are crazy. Now will you PLEASE just
go away?!
(Severa leaves)

Inigo: ...Huh? I can't go away if you go away first! Heeey! Severa! Wait up!
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Inigo A

Inigo: Sorry to keep you waiting, Severa. An errand came up that has me
running a bit behind schedule today.

Severa: I... I wasn't waiting for you, Inigo!

Inigo: Ah ha ha! Suuure you weren't!

Severa: Gya! You are simply DELUSIONAL! ...Also, you are running late today.
You always bother me at the same time every day. I can set a clock to it.

Inigo: That's because I was getting... THIS! It's a present! ...Come on, open
it! Come on, come on, come ooon!

Severa: You got me a... present?

Inigo: I sure did! You never seemed to believe me when I said you looked
good. So I thought this ring might help you feel more...I dunno. Pretty?

Severa: You... really want me to have this?

Inigo: Well, yeah! I picked it out for you! Go on, try it on.

Severa: This is stupid. I don't see why... A-all right. But just to see
how... There. It's on.

Inigo: Say, it really brings out your eyes! I think you look adorable. Of
course, I DO have a talent for this sort of thing.

Severa: F-flattery will get you nowhere, Inigo! Now take this back!

Inigo: But... it looks good on you.

Severa: ...It's bulky and garish and would just get in the way. Kind of like
the person who gave it to me!

Inigo: Oh, I... I see...

Severa: Still, I suppose it means your words are more than idle flattery.
So... thank you. Now good-bye!
(Severa leaves)

Inigo: ...There she goes again. But at least I got a smile this time! ...Oh,
Inigo, you sly dog, you!
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Inigo S

Severa: Say, Inigo... You have a second?

Inigo: Of course, Severa. Is everything all right? It's a little odd having
you approach me.

Severa: Sh-shut up!

Inigo: Sorry! I didn't mean anything by it. Sooooo... What do you need?

Severa: I was thinking about something you said before. About how under the
thorns I was sweet, and that you were waiting around to see it.

Inigo: That's the plan.

Severa: ...... See, at the time, I assumed it was...Well, I thought it was
more idle flattery. Like everything else you say. But that's not what I... I
mean, I see now that... Look, I'll accept your ring. But not as a present.

Inigo: What?

Severa: I mean, assuming you haven't already given it to some other
floozy.... WELL?! Do you have it or not?!

Inigo: O-of course! It's right here! I've been carrying it next to my heart
in case you... changed your mind.

Severa: R-really?

Inigo: I'm still not sure I follow everything you were saying, but you want
it now... right?

Severa: Right. But not as a present!

Inigo: Severa, I'm not taking your money.

Severa: No, you idiot! I mean it's not JUST a present. It's a... promise.
..About us.

Inigo: Oh, NOW I get it! Sure, okay!

Severa: OKAY?!

Inigo: No! Not like that! I mean...Look, I was just nervous! I thought you
were going to yell at me again. But now I know that you actually...Here.
Quick. Take the ring! Now you and I will be together forever!

Severa: ...What's going on here? You accept? Just like that? No blustering
about how you aren't ready to commit? No fool talk about how it's not me,
it's you? ...None of that? You're just going to... marry me? Like that? Poof?
How can you be so CASUAL about it?!

Inigo: I told you my goal was to see the real you, and here she is! Why would
I turn her away after waiting all this time?

Severa: ...Gods, I'm an idiot. I had a whole speech worked out and
everything.

Inigo: Sorry to deviate from the script! ...But I'm very happy with the
conclusion. Come, Severa! Our love will have a true storybook ending!

Severa: ...I can't believe I'm actually falling for these cornball lines.
What's wrong with me?!

Inigo: Um, are we back to the ice queen already? Ah, well. Good thing I love
her as much as the sweetie patootie!

Severa: Okay, now you need to stop talking. And I hope you love ice queen,
because you're stuck with her now! The rest of your life is a VERY long time,
you know!

Inigo: I understand, Your Highness!
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4. Gerome C

Severa: Hey, you there! Gerome! Stop!

Gerome: Yes?

Severa: I want to know why you wear that stupid mask everywhere.

Gerome: My mask is not stupid. Nor is it your concern.

Severa: Says you! But I'm the one who has to look at it all the time! It
makes you look like a mime or burglar or an acrobat or something. It's
totally weird, and everyone thinks you should take it off.

Gerome: I doubt you speak for everyone.

Severa: Whatever! Are you going to take it off your dumb bandit mask or not?

Gerome: You should spend less of your time worrying about others. The mask
stays.

Severa: Hey, where do you think you're going? I'm not finished with you!
Ooooooh! Who does that dumb acrobat think he is, walking out on me like
that?!
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Gerome B

Severa: Gerome!

Gerome: You again?

Severa: I want to talk to you, mister!

Gerome: I am not taking off the mask.

Severa: THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOUR STUPID MASK! ....... Okay, it is. Why do you
keep wearing it? Are you disfigured? Or just vain? Or  are you trying to keep
your distance from the people of the past? Personally, I just think you're a
big attention hog and you can't admit it.

Gerome: I will answer the question once, but only in the hope it makes you go
away. Listen well. You'll not get another chance... In battle, the mask helps
conceal my emotions and feelings from a foe. It gives me a valuable edge in
the midst of any crucial struggle.

Severa: Doesn't it narrow your field of vision? Like horse blinders or
whatever?

Gerome: Of course. That is why I trained myself to razor sharpness. My battle
sense are so keen, I can fight--and win--blindfolded.

Severa: You must be great at parties.

Gerome: You've heard your answer. Now leave me be.

Severa: Pfft! That's not the whole story and you know it! What're you
hiding?!

Gerome: Leave me be, I say!

Severa: Yeah, sure, the mask hides your emotions from bad guys and blah blah
blah. But there's totally another reason, even if you don't know it! And I'm
going to figure it out so you take your stupid thing off! I mean, come on! It
has to smell terrible by now.

Gerome: I've had enough of this nonsense.

Severa: Gerome! Wait! Get back here!
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Gerome A

Severa: Gerome?

Gerome: I don't want to hear about the mask. Don't talk about it. Don't
point. Don't even look at it. Just... Stand there.

Severa: All right, all right! Sheesh. ........ Okay, look. You said why you
wear the mask, and I agree it makes sense. But I'm positive there's another
reason. ...A secret reason.

Gerome: If my weapon breaks, I can hurl the mask at a foe. ...Satisfied?

Severa: Oh hardy har har. You're not gonna distract me that easily, mister! I
know you have a secret reason, and i'm going to find it no matter what! You
can hid your face, but you can't hide your true feelings and stuff!

Gerome: ...If I tell the truth--the real truth--do you swear to let me be?

Severa: I swear!

Gerome: You must also swear to never speak of it to anyone, under pain of
death.

Severa: My lips are seald.

Gerome: ...When I was but a child, I often dreamed of being a warrior. And in
my dreams, I always wore a mask, because... Because I thought it looked cool.

Severa: LAAAAAAAME!

Gerome: I'm not finished! ...I began to wear masks all the time, just for the
thrill. But it's as you know, I don't like to reveal my inner life if it can
be helped. And soon, a child's plaything became a tool for keeping people at
bay.

Severa: Ah... I thought it must be something like that!

Gerome: Then you were right. So, wait. You limit your peripheral vision just
to keep people away from you?

Severa: Come on, Gerome. Even you have to admit that's pretty dumb.
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Gerome: I kept my end of the bargain. See that you keep yours.

Severa: Hoooo! He looked maaaaaad at me. Well, at least I got him talking...
That's good enough for one day's work, I'd say!
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Gerome S

Gerome: .......

Severa: EEEEEK! Help! Intruder! Sound the alarm!

Gerome: Severa, it's me! Gerome! I was just washing my face.

Severa: Liar! Gerome would never be caught without his mask!

Gerome: It's me, I tell you! Here, I'll prove it. See?

Severa: Gerome! I-I had no idea... It's been so long... Wait! I just realized
something.

Gerome: What?

Severa: I know why I was so obsessed about removing that silly mask. It's
because I wanted to see your totally handsome face!

Gerome: Oh, er... Truly?

Severa: Yes! Sheesh, I'd completely forgotten about what you looked like! And
man! You've always been easy on the eyes, but now? Oh me, oh my!

Gerome: But when you saw me before, you shrieked as if I was a ghoul.

Severa: I was just surprised is all. Don't be so sensitive!

Gerome: If I am, it's only because of your incredible IN-sensitivity! ...You
have no idea how your words can pierce my heart.

Severa: How would I?! You're the one who insists on hiding all his emotions
behind a stupid bandit mask! You can't do that and then act all whiny of
someone hurts your feelings by mistake!

Gerome: But... don't you see how much I adore you?

Severa: Wha--?

Gerome: You torture me with your presence! You throw my heart into turmoil!
I've no idea who I am around you! I must wear the mask--especially around
you. Otherwise I simply couldn't function.

Severa: Oh, wow. That's... kind of amazing.

Gerome: What is?

Severa: You! The stuff you said! Everything! Because the truth is, I... I
like you too...

Gerome: You don't know anything about me.

Severa: That's why I've been trying so hard to talk to you. Isn't it obvious?

Gerome: ...Are you sure about this?

Severa: If there's one thing I'm sure about, it's this... So from now on, you
take off that idiotic mask around me. Got it?

Gerome: Er, well, I suppose I could. ...On certain occasions. ...Perhaps.

Severa: Hey, are you actually blushing? Your nose has gone all pink!

Gerome: W-what?! No! I am not blushing! ....... (Perhaps it's time to find a
bigger mask...)
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Nah!

5. Owain C

Owain: Hey, Nah. What are you up to?

Nah: Judging from the book in my hand, I'd say it's rather obvious.

Owain: Yeah, but there's a whole stack of books next to you,too. Are you
planning to read them all?

Nah: There were hardly any books in the future we came from. It's nice to
have this much variety.

Owain: Yeah, I guess. But reading seems kinda... I don't know. Old and
boring?
I mean, in manakete years, your're still pretty young, right?

Nah: I don't understand. What do you think I should do instead?

Owain: Play? Have fun? Run around in circles?

Nah: Owain, you do realize we're at war, right? This isn't the time for
games.

Owain: Well, it still seems like you're trying to grow up too fast.

Nah: All right, fine! You think up a game, and maybe I'll play it!

Owain: Fine then! Maybe I will!

Nah: Good! You do that! You know where to find me.
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Owain B

Owain: Nah!

Nah: What is it, Owain?

Owain: I thought up the perfect game for you!

Nah: I suppose asking you to let me read in peace is out of the question? Oh,
all right. Let's hear it.

Owain: "What's That Breath Attack?" Great, right? I'm thinking you could
easily come up with a hundred different types!

Nah: A hundred?! Are you mad? Owain, I can't produce a hundred different
kinds of breath.

Owain: No, no, no! You don't do it for REAL! You IMAGINE them! Just think
about what would be a totally awesome attack! Here, I'll get you started.
Ready... Seeeet... FIERY ICY DEATH STRIKE!

Nah: Wait... so it's on fire AND made of ice? Is that even possible?

Owain: It doesn't matter if it's possible! That's not the point! Okay, let's
try again. Ready... Seeeeeet... SUPER DINOSAUR DEATH GORE-NADO!

Nah: What does that even mean?

Owain: Nah, please! You're doing it again! I told you, you don't gave to
actually do it. You don't even have to understand it!

Nah: I don't understand. Why am I thinking up names for impossible things?

Owain: Because it's fun? Sheesh! If this were about doing real work, it
wouldn't be fun at all.

Nah: ...I don't get it.

Owain: Wow, Nah. You may look young, but I think you're actually an old
crank.

Nah: Maybe some of us can't afford to remain children forever...

Owain: Hm? What was that?

Nah: Nothing.

Owain: Well, don't worry. I'll put my thinking cap on and come up with
another game!
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Owain A

Owain: Hey, Nah! I'm back for another round of fun!

Nah: Are we still doing this? Because I think- Gyaaaaaah!

Owain: What do you think? How's the view from up on my shoulders?

Nah: Eek! D-don't drop me! J-just set me back down! Gently!

Owain: I figured if make-believe wasn't your thing, something more physical
might be the trick. So? Are you having fun yet? I bet the world looks pretty
different from up there, huh?

Nah: I dunno. I see things from at least twice this height in dragon form.

Owain: ...Oh. Right. I forgot about that. I'll just, uh... Let you down,
then.

Nah: Thank you. ...Oof! You know Owain, you can stop thinking of ways to
waste time like this. I don't need fun or games or entertainment. I want a
world at peace, and nothing more.

Owain: But play is important! I mean, even if you aren't really a kid! What
sort of peaceful world are we making if it's business all the time? We've got
to lead by example, Nah, and that means living happy lives.

Nah: I don't disagree, Owain. In fact, it's kind of noble. But I just don't
like horsing around. I prefer to read. ...Quietly.

Owain: Sorry. I guess I just assumed. But hey, if you ever get the urge to
horse around, you know where to find me!

Nah: Why are you so fixated on this?

Owain: I've always been good with kids, you know? So I thought maybe if I did
the same sorts of things with you...

Nah: Owain, look. You're really nice, and really sweet, but you need to
understand... I'm not a kid. Okay? I know that's a bit hard for you to get,
but try. All right?

Owain: Ha ha! Okay, Nah. I will! I mean, um... I will, ma'am!
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Owain S

Nah: .....

Owain: Hey, Nah. What are you doing here?

Nah: Waiting for you.

Owain: Lying in ambush, huh? Well, you got me! Wait, is this a game? Are you
playing hide-and-seek?

Nah: No more games, Owain.

Owain: Er, right... Sorry, I forgot. I didn't mean to treat you like... I
mean, it's just... Sorry. Did you need something?

Nah: Stop treating me like a child, Owain.

Owain: I know! I know. I'm sorry.

Nah: Because I'm not, you know. I'm a woman.

Owain: Yeah, I know, I just-

Nah: And when you treat me like a child, it makes me uncomfortable.
Because... Because I have very unchildlike feelings for you. I want to be
with you as an adult. I want you to see me as an equal.

Owain: Wait? You do? Seriously? ...Holy cow. I mean, don't get me wrong! I
think it's great! It's just... Well, I dunno. Why me?

Nah: I've never known anyone as kind as you. Even in the future, amid all
that despair, you were always so cheery and selfless. I mean, yes, sometimes
you drive me up the wall with your... exuberance. But your heart is always in
the right place. Your heart is beautiful, Owain.

Owain: I don't know what to say... Wait, what am I saying? Yes I do! If
you're willing to put up with me, I can certainly learn how to treat you
right! From today on, I'm your guy!

Nah: And I'm your girl!

Owain: Woo! So... what do you want to do now? Think up new move names?

Nah: ...How is that any different from before?

Owain: Ha ha, I'm kidding! Kidding! It was a joke! Yeeeargh...
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5. Laurent C

Nah: Ah! Laurent!

Laurent: Hello, Nah. I thought perhaps we might chat for a-

Nah: No! Stay back!

Laurent: ...I beg your pardon?

Nah: D-don't come any closer you... you creep!

Laurent: Nah, have I given some offense without realizing?

Nah: Don't try to play dumb! You're always leering at me! It's like you're
undressing me with your eyes!

Laurent: Good heavens! What a dreadful accusation! ...And I'll thank you to
lower your voice. First, I'm not "leering" at you, and second, I observe
everyone in camp equally. My role in this army is to monitor and maintain the
physical state of its people.

Nah: Ha! Nice try, you lecherous lout! You can't fool me that easily! You're
always staring at me because I'm vulnerable and cute and demure! So don't
bother with your lame excuses. Just knock it off!
(Nah leaves)

Laurent: Nah, wait! ...The poor girl has completely misunderstood my
intentions.
If left uncorrected, it will stand as a stain on my good name!
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Laurent B

Laurent: H-hello, Nah. I need to speak with you. Might I have a moment?

Nah: Eek! Creep! Get away!

Laurent: Ah, no! Please don't run! I just want to clear up a
misunderstanding!

Nah: ...Misunderstanding?

Laurent: Indeed. The other day, you claimed I leered at you. But I assure
you, my intentions in observing you are strictly professional! I consider it
my duty to monitor everyone's condition in order to preserve their health. It
is entirely chaste, and free of any and all lascivious intent. I give you my
word.

Nah: ...I still don't believe you!

Laurent: Why do you refuse to believe me?!

Nah: Manaketes can smell dishonestly. And you reek of lies!

Laurent: You're being absurd! There is no scientific basis for such a claim.

Nah: You smell like you're completely taken in by my adorable veneer! Ah,
it's my own fault for being stuck at such an insanely cute age...

Laurent: I'll grant you "insane"!

Nah: Augh! What am I doing standing around talking to you? I've got to get
out of here before you throw me in a sack and run for the hills!
(Nah leaves)

Laurent: ...W-wait! I don't even own a sack! ...Nah? Oh, this is terrible.
I've made no progress whatsoever...
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Laurent A

Laurent: Ah, there you are. I really must insist that you allow me to lay
this misunderstanding to rest.

Nah: Creeps like you never know when to give up, do you?

Laurent: I've told you time and again, I have no untoward inclinations toward
you! None! Zero! Zip! Nought! Negatory! Absolutely, positively none!

Nah: So, you still refuse to fess up and mend your wicked ways? Then I have
no choice but to call for aid!

Laurent: ...What?

Nah: Everybody, help! Come quick! Laurent is chasing me!

Laurent: Augh! Stop it, you lunatic! I'll be run out of camp!

Nah: It's your own fault for going around ogling defenseless, adorable girls!

Laurent: That is NOT what I'm doing!

Nah: So you're sticking with the claim that it's all just a big
misunderstanding?Repeating it over and over won't make it true, Laurent.
You'll have to do better.

Laurent: I have little alternative, given that it is the truth! What else
could I possibly say?

Nah: ...All right, then.

Laurent: Oh, thank the gods!

Nah: Let's pretend that for a moment that you're telling the truth and I'm
mistaken.
That would mean that you DON'T think I'm hopelessly adorable!

Laurent: You're quite charming, Nah, but that doesn't mean I bear any untold
desires. You are an ally, the same as anyone else in the camp. I feel
responsible for observing your actions and physical condition as part of my
work. My only desire is to preserve your health.

Nah: Oh! Well, if it's required for you to do your job, I suppose there's no
helping it.

Laurent: ...I've been saying that for weeks now.

Nah: Look, I'll try not to jump to any conclusions again in the future. Deal?
..Deal.
(Nah leaves)

Laurent: Oh, thank heavens. My good reputation is preserved...
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Laurent S

Nah: Here to check up on me, Laurent? I'll just stand super still then, okay?

Laurent: Nah, if I am here to observe you, I would need to see you in your
normal routine.

Nah: What, so not standing completely still, then? Should I jump around or
something?

Laurent: That's not... Please don't make my job any harder than it already
is, Nah.

Nah: Very well. You don't have to be so cold. ...Unless you just hate me now.
You said I was charming before, right? So was that just another lie?

Laurent: *Sigh* I find you to be demonstrably cute. ...Objectively speaking.

Nah: And...?

Laurent: And what?

Nah: Come on, Laurent. Spit it out.

Laurent: ...What?

Nah: You're lying again. I can smell it. No one can possibly be this dense.
Well, there's only one thing for it... I'll turn into a dragon and go on the
rampage until you shape up!

Laurent: All right, now I am completely lost! What are you talking about?

Nah: It made me happy to hear you say that you think I'm cute. ...I was even
happy when you were chasing me around, if we're being honest now. And I can
smell it on you, even now, but... It's not enough!

Laurent: Not... enough?

Nah: I don't just want to smell the way you feel about me. I want to hear you
say it.

Laurent: I... I see. It appears I was...being rather dense. I apologize. Or
perhaps I was held back by my own doubts and insecurities... But at any rate,
I guess you're right. I admit it. I... I love you.

Nah: And you're sure? No more doubts?

Laurent: I'm positive.

Nah: Well it's about time! Sheesh!

Laurent: I'm sorry to have made you wait so long. It seems you were far
quicker to realize how I felt than I was myself.

Nah: No kidding! Nothing was working! I had to treat you like a creep just to
push you to see it yourself!

Laurent: Please, Nah, for the love of everything, use a more direct approach
next time!
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5. Brady C

Nah: Ah! B-Brady...

Brady: Yeah? Whatcha want?

Nah: I don't, er... Nothing in particular. ......

Brady: Then why ya makin' eyes at me? You got something to say or what?

Nah: N-nothing!

Brady: Then what? Something wrong with you? You coming down with something?

Nah: N-no, nothing like that. I'm fine...

Brady: Well, you ain't ACTING fine. It's freaking me out! You don't go all
quiet when you talk to any of the others.

Nah: That's not true! Er, no, it is, but... I'm not being quiet! I'm the same
as always...

Brady: Sure, fine. Whatever.

Nah: ......

Brady: ...You scared of me? Is that it? I give ya the heebie-jeebies?

Nah: I'm not scared! Why would I be scared?! That's crazy talk! You're crazy!

Brady: Oh, really?

Nah: Y-yes, really... I'm not!

Brady: Well, whatever it is, I ain't sticking around so you can gawk. I'm
gonna fade.

Nah: *Sigh* I j-just wanted to talk. When I see that face, though, I clam
up... It's not my fault he looks so scary!
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Brady B

Brady: Nah! You all right?

Nah: B-Brady? I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?

Brady: Uh, because you nearly drowned back there? You sure you're okay?

Nah: Absolutely. Really, I'm fine... Thanks to you. At least, I heard it was
you who dove in and saved me. My memory is still pretty hazy.

Brady: Ugh, who told ya? I asked everybody not to make a big thing outta
it...

Nah: But it is a big thing, Brady! Especially to me. So, thank you.

Brady: Aw, it was nothin'.

Nah: Nothing? I could have died!

Brady: Not sure how. That water was three feet deep, and that's bein'
generous.

Nah: Augh... Please, don't remind me. I'm embarrassed half to death as it is.

Brady: What about me? I heard you shout for help, so I dove in thinkin' it
was deep! Nearly telescoped my damn spine!

Nah: ......

Brady: But, hey, I guess we both pulled through. Just be careful in the
future, yeah?

Nah: ...You're worried for me?

Brady: What? W-well, sure, Nah! We're on the same team, ain't we?

Nah: You're actually really sweet, you know that?

Brady: What? Where'd that come from?

Nah: I had you wrong. I thought you were colder. ...Scarier.

Brady: So you WERE scared of me! I knew it!

Nah: But not anymore! Now I know you're really a good, kindhearted person!

Brady: Gah, stop already! I ain't used to praise. It feels almost as weird to
hear ya say that as it does you calling me scary!

Nah: Good people should be recognized as such. ...Which is why I'm making a
point of telling everyone in camp what a sweetie you are.

Brady: Hey, hold on! You don't gotta be tellin' no one nothin', see?!
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Brady A

Brady: Um, Nah?

Nah: Yes, Brady?

Brady: Is it just me, or have you been following me around constantly the
last few days? Did you, uh... need something?

Nah: Do I need to need something to be around you?

Brady: Are ya talkin' legally? 'Cause then I guess not.

Nah: Also, I'll be introducing myself as your little sister from now on. Just
so you know.

Brady: Wait, what?

Nah: I always wanted a nice, protective older brother. I'd say rescuing me
from drowning qualifies you as nice and protective, no?

Brady: Yeah, but not as your brother!

Nah: Oh, don't worry. I'm sure you'll fall into the role with practice.

Brady: That's not the... Gah, I don't even...

Nah: Plus I still feel so terrible for thinking my poor, misunderstood
brother was scary. I'll make it up to you from here on as your doting and
adorable little sis!

Brady: I told ya! Ain't nothin' to make up for!

Nah: Every debt left unpaid is a threat to the stability of human-manakete
relations.

Brady: That your overblown way of saying you're too stubborn to back down on
this? ...Fine, then. Do what you want. But ditch the brother-sister stuff!
Folks might get the wrong idea.

Nah: ...Oh, all right. It's a grave shame, but I'll concede the point.

Brady: Well, now that that's settled. See you around, Nah.

Nah: But I make no such concession with regards to following you around!

Brady: ...Uh, hold on just a second here.

Nah: I intend to stay by your side until I manage to repay my debt to you.

Brady: Y-yeah, but there's gotta be SOME exceptions! Right? Like, I don't
really want ya following me where I'm headed now... But which I mean I
expressly forbid ya from following me! Got it?!

Nah: What? Why?! Where are you going?

Brady: To take a bath!

Nah: Eep! S-sorry! I'll, um... I'll see you around, Brady!
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Brady S

Nah: So, where are we headed today, Brady?

Brady: "We" aren't headed anywhere. Were you really planning on following me
around all day again?

Nah: Well, of course!

Brady: You don't think that's going a little far? Already told ya I release
you from any debt you think you owe and all that malarkey.

Nah: Don't be silly. That's not why at all! It's only natural we should be
together. We're a couple.

Brady: A couple of what? ...Er, and since when?

Nah: Well, we spend all this time together, but you say we're not siblings.

Brady: 'Cause we ain't! And what kind of crazy jump gets ya from there to
being "a couple"?!

Nah: Haven't you felt all the envious looks around camp? The others can't
help but long for the sort of passion we share!

Brady: Gah! Is that why everybody's been leering at me everywhere I go?

Nah: They are NOT leering! ...They're celebrating our beautiful union.

Brady: Ugh, I feel like I'm losing my mind here! There IS no beautiful union!
And we ain't a "we"

Nah: You don't have to shout. ...Do you really hate me that much?

Brady: I never said that!

Nah: Then let's get married!

Brady: Slow down, would ya?! I need a little time to think here!

Nah: You're divorcing me?!

Brady: SLOW DOWN!

Nah: *Sniff* Used up and cast aside... Who will love poor Nah now?

Brady: Nobody used up anybody! Quit sayin' stuff what gives people funny
ideas!

Nah: Oh! Remarriage, then?

Brady: I have the worst headache of my life right now...

Nah: Don't overexert yourself, Brady! You're in no condition to weather
needless stress. Please, I'm too young to be a widow!

Brady: Just... Can I have a minute here? A quiet one?

Nah: Don't worry, darling. If it comes to that, I'll use a dragonstone to
transfer my own life force to you.

Brady: ...Is that a thing? I didn't know you could do that.

Nah: I've never tried it myself, but I heard my mother talk about it. She
said it was the stone's true power. ...Probably?

Brady: What was she, guessing?!

Nah: Even if she were, I'll make it work. I'm prepared to give you half of my
life. That's what love means to me.

Brady: Cheese and peanuts, this manakete love is heavy! ...Still, it feels
pretty good to know someone cares that much.

Nah: Then let's tell everyone the ceremony's tonight! I always wanted to be
an eight o'clock bride!

Brady: Er, there ain't no chance I'm getting you to slow down on this, is
there?
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5. Yarne C

Nah: Huh? Is that... Yarne?

Yarne: Haaaaaah...

Nah: Whoa, what was that? Some kind of secret taguel focus training?

Yarne: It was a sigh.

Nah: That was pretty impressive for a sigh. I thought it was part of an
ancient form of meditation or something.

Yarne: You've got some imagination, Nah. I guess the world looks different
when you can turn into a dragon. ...Gods, I'm so jealous.

Nah: What? Where did that come from?

Yarne: Well, can you blame me? There's the claws, and the fangs, and the
breath, and the part where you're all huge! Who wouldn't be jealous of that?

Nah: Hey, us dragons have our share of problems too! You're a pretty obvious
target when you're as big as a barn!

Yarne: Yeah, I guess. But still...

Nah: Besides, you can transform, too!

Yarne: Yeah, into a rabbit! Not exactly feared as nature's deadliest killers,
are they?

Nah: Maybe not, but they're quicker than most. That makes them perfect for
quick tactical strikes and diversionary runs. I mean, come on. Bunnies have
their strengths.

Yarne: Calling them "bunnies" is not helping. Ugh, let's not talk about it.
It's depressing.

Nah: You were the one who brought it up!
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Yarne B

Yarne: HAAAAAH!

Nah: Okay, that one HAD to be secret taguel focus training!

Yarne: Nope! Still just a sigh.

Nah: Who sighs that aggressively? I thought you were channeling energy to
smash a boulder or shoot fire or something.

Yarne: It won't be the last time I disappoint you, I'm sure...

Nah: Geez. You're a real downer, you know that? So what's the problem? Tell
me. Manaketes and taguel are practically cousins, so I'm sure I'd understand.

Yarne: I was just thinking how much I hate fighting and how I wish the war
were over already.

Nah: It sounds like someone needs to get in touch with his inner warrior.

Yarne: What makes you think I even have one?

Nah: You're a taguel! Your people have always been fighters, the same as us
manaketes. If you can tap into that innate clan instinct, you'll be a
whirlwind of death in no time.

Yarne: But it's also up to me to keep that clan alive. If I die, we go
extinct.

Nah: I agree, that's a weighty responsibility. But this war could just as
easily kill you whether you fight or not.

Yarne: And this is supposed to encourage me how?

Nah: If you're not truly safe either way, why not stop worrying and fight
like a taguel?

Yarne: If it were that easy to just stop worrying, we wouldn't be having this
conversation.

Nah: Grow a spine, Yarne! Gods! I'm half your size, and I'M fighting!

Yarne: Yeah, until you turn into a dragon! Then you're nine times my size!
You know what? This is dumb. We're not the same at all! Plus, there are other
manaketes out there if something happens to you! So quit talking like you
have any idea what it's like!

Nah: ......

Yarne: Nah... Look, I'm sorry. I should go.

Nah: Yarne, wait. ...See you around, I guess.
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Yarne A

Yarne: I still feel bad for barking at Nah like that. I should probably go
apologize. Let's see... Is this her tent? Yeah, I think so... Nah? Hey, Nah?
Is this a good time?

Soldier: Aw, cheese it, boys! We got company!

Yarne: Wh-who are you people?!

Nah: Nnngh! NNNNNGH!

Yarne: Nah, you're going to have to enunciate if you want me to--... wait a
sec, is this a kidnapping?!

Soldier: Oy, he's seen us! Gut him like a fish, boys! Gya ha ha!

Yarne: You can try, scum!
(Time passes)

Yarne: You all right, Nah? You seem pretty shaken up.

Nah: ......

Yarne: That was pretty bold of those bandits to sneak into the camp like
that... They must have thought you were just some kid they could sell into
slavery. Monsters!

Nah: ...Th-thank you.

Yarne: Don't be silly! I, uh... I'm glad to lend a hand. ...Surprised you
needed my help, though. I would think a couple scraggly bandits would be a
quick snack for a dragon.

Nah: They snuck up and grabbed me from behind. I reached for a dragonstone,
but...

Yarne: Hey, no worries. Happens to all of us from... um... time to time.

Nah: I'm just so glad you came...

Yarne: Y-yeah... Me, too.

Nah: I've never seen you that fierce. I didn't know you had it in you!

Yarne: Heh. Neither did I, honestly!

Nah: I was just... so scareed. Even now, when I think of what could have
happened...

Yarne: Hey, believe me, I'm the last guy to blame anyone for being scared.
But you're safe now, thanks to a certain killer bunny!

Nah: You know, you really were amazing...

Yarne: Aw, it's nothing anyone else wouldn't have done. But if you're ever in
trouble again, you know you can count on me.

Nah: I will!

Yarne: ...Sweet carrots! It feels good to play the hero for a change.
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Yarne S

Yarne: Nah, I--

Nah: Eek!

Yarne: Whoa, hey, it's just me! It's Yarne! What's with the scream?

Nah: O-oh, I'm... I'm sorry, Yarne.

Yarne: Are you still shook up from those dumb bandits? I'd been wondering.
I've heard the others say you've been jumpy lately.

Nah: I can't help it. I know it's silly, but I still get nightmares. Crazy,
right? I mean, I'm a manakete! But now I can't even sleep without seeing
kidnappers everywhere. It's stupid. ...I'm stupid.

Yarne: You're not stupid, Nah! It was a terrible experience, you know? Have
you talked to anyone else about this?

Nah: ......

Yarne: I guess it's tough to come out and say a giant dragon is afraid of
bandits, huh? Look, nobody would ever laugh at you for it, but I won't
pressure you. However, I WILL promise to keep you safe! I'll stand guard by
your tent if I have to.

Nah: What?

Yarne: No one deserves to live their life in fear, no matter how strong they
are.

Nah: You really mean that?

Yarne: Of course! So rest easy. I'm here for you.

Nah: That's so kind... I'm... I'm so grateful, but... *sniff* But I can't ask
you to.

Yarne: Hey, don't cry. It's just what you do for... the girl that you love.

Nah: What?

Yarne: It spooked me so bad when I saw them try to take you. I think that's
when it hit me... I'd fight anyone to keep you safe, Nah. I never want to
lose you.

Nah: Oh, Yarne! You're my hero!

Yarne: Heh, I guess I owe those bandits one.

Nah: Oh, don't even-- That's awful!

Yarne: Heh. Funny to think about, though, isn't it? A cuddly bunny rabbit
protecting a dragon? Heh heh... Ha ha ha!

Nah: ...Hee hee! Yeah... maybe just a bit. Oh, c'mere, cuddles!
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5. Inigo C

Nah: Hello, Inigo

Inigo: Oh, hello, Nah!

Nah: Off pursuing females again?

Inigo: That's rather crass, don't you think? I'm simply a man who appreciates
beauty! And frankly, I'd settle for a nice chat over a cup of tea.

Nah: I hear you normally settle for being punched in the face.

Inigo: Once! That happened ONE time! ... Er, in the recent past. Say, how do
you know about that, anyway?

Nah: Word of the shameless spreads quickly. Everyone in town knows you're an
indiscriminate flirt.

Inigo: I'll have you know, I'm very discriminating! ...I only approach ladies
who seem likely to say yes.

Nah: What about the woman who dislocated your shoulder? Did she look
promising?

Inigo: You're dredging up a lot of painful memories here, Nah...

Nah: Did it never occur to you that women might find what you're doing
insulting?
It's little wonder some get violent when they learn they're just one among
hundreds.

Inigo: Every lady is one in a million to me! And they all seemed perfectly
happy while we were on the date.

Nah: That isn't the point!

Inigo: I'm sorry, Nah, but I can debate the fine arts of low with you no
longer. The day is young, and there are many ladies to meet. Ta-ta!

Nah: What? But I'm not done lecturing you yet! Inigo! Get back here this
instant!
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Inigo B

Inigo: *Sigh* ...She didn't have to yell like that. A simple no would have
sufficed.
Ah, well. Plenty of fish in the sea.

Nah: Still haven't learned your lesson, I see.

Inigo: No one has ever won a woman's heart through capitulation!

Nah: Or creepiness. How do you not surrender after being turned down this
many times?

Inigo: It's who I am. Flirting is in my blood! I'm constitutionally incapable
of NOT talking to beautiful women.

Nah: Ugh, I'm wasting my breath trying to convince you with words. I suppose
I'll just have to eat you and be done with it.

Inigo: Ha ha! Ha! Oh, what a wit! What a razor-sharp... um... wit. You know,
I really wish you wouldn't tell jokes with a straight face like that.

Nah: Honestly, I don't see why you need to ask women out at all. You're
handsome enough. If you kept your mouth shut, they'd come to you.

Inigo: Who would even know to look for me if I didn't put myself out there?

Nah: Well, me, for one. I imagine I could find you tolerable if you stopped
talking.

Inigo: Ah, the sweet naivete of youth! You're too young to be worrying about
other people's affairs of the heart, Nah. But I'm sure you'll find someone
perfect once you're older. Now why don't you run along and see if Uncle Chrom
will read you a bedtime story?

Nah: ...Get back here, you idiot! Manaketes just grow slowly! I'm the same
age as you!
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Inigo A

Nah: Might I have a word, Inigo?

Inigo: Hmm? Oh, of course Nah. What is it?

Nah: I've been thinking about what you said before.

Inigo: What did I say?

Nah: That I was too young to be worrying about other people's affairs of the
heart.

Inigo: Ah, yes. That. Look, I've apologized several times. And you DO look
very young...

Nah: Exactly. Which is what got me thinking. If I were bigger, you wouldn't
treat me like a child anymore, correct?

Inigo: Is this a trick? This seems like a trick. But, well... No. I suppose I
wouldn't. -But the point's moot, isn't it? It's not like you can grow
overnight.

Nah: Oh, I don't even need a night, Inigo. I can do it right here.

Inigo: Damn, it WAS a trick! I knew it!

Nah: On your mark, get set... GROOOOOOW!

Inigo: W-wait, Nah! L-let's not be hasty... AAAIIIEEEEEE!!
(Time passes)
Inigo: I... I just saw my life flash before my eyes... I saw the faces of a
thousand girls, dressed in black. They... wept for me.

Nah: Oh, please. You're exaggerating.

Inigo: Am I?! You weren't five paces away when you transformed! I thought I
was going to get trampled to death by a giant dragon!

Nah: NOW will you stop saying that I'm young?

Inigo: Y-yes ma'am! Of course, ma'am!

Nah: Ha ha, good! You're lucky I'm in a good mood today. I'll let you off the
hook with a warning.

Inigo: ...Oh, gods. I was almost dragon chow!
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Inigo S

Nah: How are you today, Inigo?

Inigo: Gah! I'm fine, ma'am! My, but you're looking old and wrinkly today!

Nah: No female-chasing for you this afternoon?

Inigo: Nope! Nuh-uh! Not me!

Nah: Finally grew out of it, eh?

Inigo: I got the feeling that continuing to flirt might be...harmful to my
life span.

Nah: Well, I suppose it's only natural the stress of all those rejections
would take their toll.

Inigo: I'm worried less about stress than I am about some dragon eating...
Er, you know what? Never mind.

Nah: Well, I'm proud of you regardless. Now we just need to pick a date for
the wedding!

Inigo: ...Wedding? Whose wedding?

Nah: Ours, silly! You have quite the knack for getting into trouble when you
aren't supervised. So I've decided to be your lifetime chaperone!

Inigo: You WHAT?!

Nah: Well, we already established that I'm old enough for you.

Inigo: Yes, but that hardly means that we should be MARRIED!

Nah: Hee hee! I understand. You're still shocked a catch like me agreed to
look after you.

Inigo: I'm shocked about a LOT of things at the moment! Er, I don't have a
veto about this, do I?

Nah: Now why on earth would you want to... ...Waaait a minute! You're not
thinking of cheating on your new wife, are you?! Bad husband! That's a BAD
husband! I suppose I'll have to eat you after all!

Inigo: You REALLY have to stop joking around with that whole eating thing!
..Er, joking around, yes? ...Joking? ...Ha ha ha? R-right, then! I'm done
with the ladies forever! Just call me Mister Faithful!

Nah: Good. And remember, if you break your promise to me... Chomp, chomp!

Inigo: *Gulp* R-right. Chomp... chomp. One question, though...

Nah: What's that?

Inigo: Does inviting a girl out to tea count at cheating?

Nah: ......

Inigo: I mean, it's just tea, right? Nothing wrong with a cup, right?

Nah: CHOMP, CHOMP!

Inigo: Aaaaaah! H-help! Heeeeeelp! My fiancee's gonna eat meeeeee!
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5. Gerome C

Gerome: ...... Someone is following me.

Nah: So you finally noticed.

Gerome: You.

Nah: I have a name. It's Nah!

Gerome: Why are you following me?

Nah: You interest me.

Gerome: In what way?

Nah: You're always sulking about on your own... That makes you different. I'm
interested in "different."

Gerome: That still doesn't explain why you are following me.

Nah: I wanted to see how you'd react when you discovered me. Out of
enlightened curiosity, of course.

Gerome: You wanted to scare me? Is that it? I don't have time for games.
Don't talk to me again. ...Minerva, away!

Nah: No. Wait! ...He flew off. If only I could follow him somehow... Well...
I am a dragon. I could just transform and then... Er... Drat. He's long gone
now.
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Gerome B

Gerome: ...I'm being followed again. Come out and show yourself! I know
you're there!

Nah: Ah. Caught me again!

Gerome: I should have known.

Nah: Gerome, I have a favor to ask.

Gerome: *Sigh* What is it?

Nah: ...Will you let me touch your mask?

Gerome: No.

Nah: Why not? I don't care about seeing your face. I'll even close my eyes if
it makes you feel better. Again, I'm just curious, is all.

Gerome: Even so, no. ... And whatever for? It's just a simple mask.

Nah: But I won't know that until I touch it. So come on!

Gerome: No. End of discussion.

Nah: Now you're just being stubborn! You know you don't need it! If you
thought about it for a second or two, you'd see that.

Gerome: Hmph.

Nah: ...... Done thinking about it yet? Then go ahead, take it off!

Gerome: What are you blathering about? I thought you didn't want to see my
face?! The mask stays and that's that!

Nah: Oh, very well! It's not that important anyway. Calm down, Gerome... It's
not like I think you're ugly under there or anything. I'm just curious.

Gerome: That's not the point.

Nah: All right. I'll go. ...... GIMME THAT! Just... give me... that...
*grunt*

Gerome: Get back, you madwoman! Ow! Argh! Put that stick down! Put it down, I
say!

Nah: Not so tough now, are you?! Now! Give me that mask! Hrrngh!!!

Gerome: I don't have a stick! ...Ow! ...Right, that's enough! Minerva, to me!

Nah: Don't you dare! Come back here right now! ...Blast it! He flew off
again!
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Gerome A

Gerome: Huh? Is that...?

Nah: GEROOOOOOOME!

Gerome: Does that woman never rest?! ...Wait, what's she--? Oh, gods! She's
charging right at me!

Nah: The mask! The mask! Give me that mask!

Gerome: Heavens save me, she's gone insane! Must get out of here! Minerva, to
me!

Nah: WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAAAAAAAAAAY?!

Gerome: Egads, the very ground trembles when she roars! How can such a
diminutive figure produce such a bloodcurdling sound?!

Nah: *Pant, pant*

Gerome: Why, damn you?! Why are you chasing me with such desperation?

Nah: I thought I told you? Curiosity!

Gerome: That hardly justifies your obsessive ferocity!

Nah: ...Well, your obstinance isn't helping!

Gerome: W-what's that supposed to mean? Aaargh! You're like a small child
throwing fits for no reason! ...Wait. You are a child, aren't you?

Nah: Well, in manakete years I'm practically a mewling babe. But in human
years I'm the same age as you.

Gerome: So, you're just playing with me, then? Is this all some... game?

Nah: Well, by now it is, yes. Take a good look. It's rare that I ever get
this way. Never toy with my voracious curiosity!

Gerome: Why didn't you just tell me?! It would have saved a lot of
aggravation!

Nah: Because puzzles are more fun if you must put in a little work to solve
them! Besides, you wouldn't have played if I told you! You're always so
grumpy. I couldn't even keep you in one spot long enough to talk to until
now!

Gerome: I don't know...

Nah: Come, now. Admit it. You would have brushed me off like an annoying
child. Actually, you've been doing just that, no?

Gerome: ...So this started out as curiosity, and gradually devolved to...
this? ...You wanted to be friends but were afraid I'd refuse if you asked
directly. So instead, you've been playing these annoying games?

Nah: Well it's all over now that you've discovered my fiendishly clever plan.
*Sigh*

Gerome: Nah, wait! Come back. ...Damn. She's gone. ...Perhaps next time we
meet it wouldn't hurt to play along...?
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Gerome S

Gerome: Hello, Nah.

Nah: EEEEEEK!

Gerome: Hey, careful with those claws! They're sharp!

Nah: Well, you're the one who snuck up on me! Er... what do you want, anyway?

Gerome: I want to clear the air... I think you may have the wrong idea. I
don't dislike you, Nah. Far from it, in fact.

Nah: So why do you jump on Minerva and fly off in the middle of
conversations?

Gerome: I don't know. Perhaps I don't know how to respond to a woman so...
interested in me. Though honestly, I've never been good at talking to people
in general. I do wear this mask for a reason...

Nah: So I see. I guess I can understand... But really, I'm just like everyone
else, underneath it all.

Gerome: I... know that now. It just... took me some time to come to that
realization. So...

Nah: So...

Gerome: So in the interest of starting over... I'm wondering if you'd like to
play a game together? You can choose it. I promise I won't fly away on
Minerva this time.

Nah: Really? You'd do that for me?

Gerome: Yes, I feel like... I owe it to you, after all. And, I suppose I
could... loosen up a bit... Plus, if we're going to be friends, then I have
to do things for you. Friends do that... right?

Nah: Can we get married, then?

Gerome: Er, is that what the game is called? I'm not quite familiar with the
rules...

Nah: No, you silly man. I mean for real!

Gerome: Wh-where is this coming from?!

Nah: Don't you realize why I've been following you around all this time? It's
because I've fallen in lo--

Gerome: Stop! That's enough. ...... Look. Why don't we pretend to marry for
now and get to know each other? That would be fun, right?

Nah: No! I don't want to pretend! I truly do want to get married.

Gerome: Yes, but perhaps if we wait until we're both a little older--

Nah: Then you have to promise!

Gerome: I swear, on my honor as a soldier, that I will consider it.
..Eventually.

Nah: I'm more than willing to wait for a man that piques my curiosity like
you do... After all, what's a few years to a manakete?
____________________________________________________________

Noire!

6. Owain C

Noire: Hnnnnrrrggghhh!

Owain: Whoa, Noire! That an awful big load you've got. What are you up to?

Noire: Eep! ...O-oh! Hello Owain. I'm just bringing some ingredients back
from the market.

Owain: Geez, they look heavy. Here, lemme help you.

Noire: Um, but... are you sure?

Owain: Sure, I'm sure! Just drop 'em there, and let your white knight take
over!

Noire: I'm sorry for the trouble. Thank you.

Owain: I'm a lone wolf by nature, but the call of an innocent in distress
still---
By the red hair of Eliwood! This really is heavy! Is all this stuff for
tonight's dinner?

Noire: No, not exactly. I thought I'd try my hand at confections.

Owain: Ah! And what do you have to confess? Go on now, you can tell old
Owain!

Noire: Er, no. "Confections." Baked sweets. Little cakes and the like? So
I've got flour, milk, eggs, honey, and a few random fruits.

Owain: Wow, I didn't know you were such an amazing cook!

Noire: Um, well, I haven't cooked anything yet. Actually, this is my first
attempt.
But maybe you might... try it? I mean... if you... want?

Owain: I'd love to! My sword hand is always hungry for conventions!

Noire: Um, "confections." It's pronounced... N-never mind. Thanks, Owain.
I'll try not to let you down.
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Owain B

Owain: Hey, Noire! I'm here to put some cake in my belly!

Noire: Eep! O-Owain! Hello...

Owain: Whoa, it smells amazing in here! It's making my mouth water.

Noire: I hope it's all right. Some of these proportions are a bit tricky.

Owain: I'll let my stomach be the final arbiter of quality here. Give me
that!
*Horf, snorf, chomp* By the juggled axe of Kieran! This is amazing!

Noire: R-really? Oh, I'm so glad...

Owain: It's like a lightning bolt of flavor from a fluffy nimbus of perfect
texture!
Is this your mother's recipe? Because it tastes like magic!

Noire: I'd always wanted to try it, but... Well, we never had the
ingredients.

Owain: Ha! Tell me about it! I spent most of my time in the future eating
bugs.
So what do you call this delicious morsel, anyway?

Noire: I... I don't know. The recipe never mentioned a name.

Owain: Then I must give it one!

Noire: Er... You will?

Owain: Sure! If you don't know it, I doubt anybody does, so I may as well
give it a new one!

Noire: I... I suppose that's okay.

Owain: A harmonious clash of sweet and bitter rise up through a field of
earthen brown... A single whole, when sliced, shows two tiers joined by
icing, as two hearts by love... It's coming to me... Brace yourself! It's...
coming... to... me...!
Behold! The Garden of Eternal Devotion!

Noire: That's... That's beautiful, Owain! You're a poet! You just poemed!

Owain: I did? I mean, um... Ha ha ha! Of course I did!

Noire: Oh, there are so many cakes I'd like to have you try! But even here in
the past, this stupid war makes it hard to find ingredients.

Owain: Ha! Never fear, my dear chef! I'm sure we'll figure something out.

Noire: Um, so if I do... will you name it again? L-like before? I mean, like
a poem?

Owain: S-sure, why not?!
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Owain A

Owain: Hey, Noire!

Noire: Eep! H-hello, Owain...

Owain: Any chance you could whip up another cake? I'm craving something
sweet.

Noire: Oh, I'm so sorry! But I'm all out of ingredients.

Owain: Ah... I figured as much.

Noire: I really am sorry...

Owain: Don't apologize! It's just one more reason for me to fight for peace!

Noire: I... I was looking forward to hearing your poems again.

Owain: You're really stuck on that, huh?

Noire: Eep! S-sorry! I didn't mean to---

Owain: Heh, you sure are jumpy. Anyway, if you could make any cake you
wanted, what would it be? The last one tasted like chocolate, but there have
to be other kinds.

Noire: Well, there are sweet breads you eat with jam and butter... Um, and
then spongy cakes that you put berries on... All kinds, really. I don't know
which one I'd like to try.

Owain: Oof, I shouldn't have asked... I'm drooling just hearing about them!

Noire: S-say, Owain...?

Owain: Hm?

Noire: Could describing them be enough to come up with a name? I mean, um...
Could you maybe poem a cake that didn't exist yet?

Owain: Sorry, no can do. The engine of inspiration is sparked by frosting on
the palate. It's like the flavor shakes the words out of my very soul!

Noire: Oh. ...Then I'll just have to try doubly hard to find ingredients.

Owain: Just don't do anything crazy, all right? I don't want you robbing an
old lady's larder or something.

Noire: I won't do... that.

Owain: I don't want to know!
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Owain S

Noire: O-Owain! I made another cake!

Owain: You did? Can I have a bite? Please? Pretty please?!

Noire: Of course! I... I made it for you.

Owain: Ooh, now this looks great! Don't blink or you'll miss this
disappearing act! *Horf, norf, snark, chomp, shlurp* ...BRAAAAAAAAAP! Oh,
gods. I feel it! ...I feel inspiration! Get ready! Here it comes!

Noire: I've never been so ready in my life!

Owain: The flavores swirl like veining in the marble walls of a giant cakey
cathedral! A symphony of scent scintillates the space with notes of supple
spice!
Citrus-tinged light shines forth as if through a stained-glass window!
Here... it... COOOOOMES... The High Temple of Austere Majesty!

Noire: A... t-temple? My cake is a temple?

Owain: And at it's altar, a prince and princess exchange their wedding vows!

Noire: A royal wedding?! Oh my goodness!

Owain: Oh, Noire! I cannot bear the thought of life without your sweet cakes!
Marry me, Noire! Marry me!

Noire: ...... Heh... Heh heh heh... Mwah ha ha ha ha ha! BLOOD AND THUNDER!

Owain: Gah! L-look! I'm sorry! You can just say no if you want! It's totally
fine!

Noire: YOU STOLE IT!

Owain: I stole wh-what?!

Noire: YOU STOLE MY PLAN! The cake was but a way to butter you up before
asking the same question! And now you have o'erstepped your bounds and ruined
my plan! INSOLENCE!

Owain: B-but wait! We both get what we want! Who cares who asks who first?!

Noire: ...... ...Oh. R-right. Yes, of course. I'm terribly sorry. I shouldn't
have yelled, Owain. I was just a bit... overcome.

Owain: Hey, I know how it goes. I have trouble reining it in sometimes, too.
Maybe that's another reason why we'd be good for each other? ...Maybe?

Noire: Oh, Owain! I am so very fond of you! I love how you chew with your
mouth open! I love how you name your utensils! I love it all!

Owain: Now you're making ME feel a little overcome!

Noire: Hee hee!
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6. Laurent C

Noire: All right... On to the next task.

Laurent: You seem exceptionally busy, Noire. What has you so occupied?

Noire: Oh, nothing. Just on my way to draw water for tonight's dinner.

Laurent: In that enormous bucket?

Noire: W-well, yes?

Laurent: Then pray, allow me.

Noire: What? No, I couldn't ask you to do that.

Laurent: A slight person like yourself oughtn't put undo strain on their
frame. I won't explain the physics behind it, save to say it may bring about
a fracture.

Noire: B-but, this is the same bucket I've been using for years.

Laurent: What if your anemia acted up and you grew light headed? You could be
badly injured.

Noire: But, Laurent, I feel fine! ...Oh, okay! You can help! But just for
today.

Laurent: Excellent. Leave it to me. And this water is bound for the mess-tent
team, correct?

Noire: Yes, that's right. Thank you.

Laurent: Thanks are not required. I insisted, did I not?
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Laurent B

Laurent: How are you feeling, Noire? Taking care not to overexert yourself, I
trust?

Noire: I'm fine, thank you. I've been feeling quite well for some time now.

Laurent: Excellent news. But pray, stay wary. Our marches have been grueling
of late, and exhaustion is a relentless foe.

Noire: R-really, Laurent, I'm fine. You don't have to worry so.

Laurent: You ought to express this level of concern as well. Frankly, your
body is rather frail. You must be realistic and cautious in how you treat it.

Noire: Look, everyone else is busy keeping the camp clean and well supplied.
I can't be the only one lounging about!

Laurent: And yet, I would impress on you that resting adequately is your
greatest responsibility.

Noire: Even if I tried, I don't think I could sit still with everyone else
buzzing around. If the guilt didn't keep me up, the sheer amount of activity
around me would.

Laurent: And what if thinking of you pushing yourself beyond reason keeps the
rest of us awake?

Noire: ......

Laurent: Have you eaten today, Noire?

Noire: N-not yet, no.

Laurent: This is unacceptable. Run along and eat.

Noire: I don't really... I'm not hungry.

Laurent: Caloric intake is critical for success in all areas of life...
Unless this lack of appetite is a symptom of some ailment you've contracted?

Noire: Laurent, I'm fine, okay? I. Feel. Fine.

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uneaten at every meal. This cannot continue. It's the duty of every soldier
to clean his or her plate.

Noire: Look, would you... Can you just... Fine. I'll eat more.
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Laurent A

Laurent: Noire, might I have a moment?

Noire: What? Why? What did I do now?

Laurent: I fear it's what you haven't done. I haven't seen you maintaining
your weapons of late. Are you caring for them properly?

Noire: Er... I haven't really had the time this week.

Laurent: Being busy is no excuse. Your own life and those of your allies
depend on that equipment. I should think a cursory inspection every day is
not too much to ask.

Noire: ...Anything else?

Laurent: Weapon maintenance really must be done by the one wielding the
equipment. You alone have a complete grasp of its characteristics and
idiosyncrasies. Now then, when examining a weapon, it behooves the user to
first grasp it...

Noire: ...... ...up.

Laurent: What was that? Speak up, please.

Noire: ...Shut up.

Laurent: I beg your pardon? It sounded as if---

Noire: STILL YOUR CHATTERING TONGUE, YOU BLITHERING IDIOT!

Laurent: N-Noire?!

Noire: Day after day after day you prattle on with your ceaseless picking of
nits! If you are so haunted by doubts of my weapon's bite, we shall test it!
On you! IF YOU WANT ME TO EAT, I SHALL FEAST UPON YOUR SOUL!

Laurent: W-wait! L-let's not be hasty here, Noire! All I said, I said out of
concern for you!

Noire: BLOOD AND THUNDER! Your concern is unfounded, unsolicited, and most
unwelcome! It takes more than drawing water and meager sustenance to lay low
this vessel! I've no need for a nagging mother-in-law! IT WILL NOT STAND!

Laurent: N-no, I'm not your... I never meant to... I'm... I'm sorry?

Noire: Bwaaaaa ha ha ha ha ha! Yes! You are sorry now, aren't you, whelp?!
YOUR CONTRITION IS SWEET AMBROSIA!

Laurent: W-well, all right, then. I'll, uh... I'll be more careful in the
future. Really, I... I meant... well.... I'll just be going now.

Noire: Ah! Oh, dear, I think I... I think I lost control again. Laurent must
think me a monster! Oh, this is so embarrassing!
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Laurent S

Noire: I still feel terrible for exploding at Laurent like that. He was
concerned for me, and I...

Laurent: Erm, Noire?

Noire: Eek! L-Laurent!

Laurent: I'm sorry, but... It seems I couldn't help but come by and check up
on you again. I know it's an unwelcome intrusion. You've made that very
clear...

Noire: Laurent, I'm so sorry for... all the yelling. You were only speaking
out of concern, and I turned into a screaming terror.

Laurent: No, you had every right. And I regret the constant pestering I
subjected you to. I will strive to listen in the future, rather than simply
run my own mouth. I was merely surprised. I'd not thought it possible for you
to be so... upset.

Noire: Ugh, please, don't remind me... That was me, but it wasn't really me,
if that makes any sense.

Laurent: I don't think I've ever been tongue-lashed quite so thoroughly
before. And in truth... It had my heart racing. I was agog at seeing you true
for the first time. I nearly fell right then and there!

Noire: Fell... over?

Laurent: In love. I nearly fell in love with you, Noire.

Noire: Oh, well that makes...Wait---what?! Because I flew into a blind rage?!

Laurent: I live to see you channel that fire again! Preferably when it's just
us two! If there was anything I did that met with your displeasure, you must
get angry! E-even if there isn't anything, become angry anyway! Rage! Rage
against the world! Just please let me be the one you show when your true self
spills forth!

Noire: ...I-I don't know what to say right now. I really do appreciate all
your advice... And I... do have feelings for you, too...

Laurent: Then will you be my own smouldering volcano of pitch-dark vitriol?!

Noire: Er... It's not something I can just switch on at will, you know?

Laurent: Regrettable, but hardly insurmountable. I'll simply stay at your
side at all times and await the next eruption.

Noire: ...Laurent? Why are you so keen on getting yelled at?

Laurent: I do not have an explanation that makes any manner of logical sense.
But when I felt the full force of your feelings crash against me, it set my
heart ablaze! Hearing you expose my flaws and deride me made me happier than
I have ever been.

Noire: And here I thought I was the odd one... Um, look. Are you sure about
this?

Laurent: Indubitably! I love you for who you are, Noire... Both of you!
Sublime in your dual perfection. Oh, the anticipation of another passionate
paroxysm is almost too much to bear...

Noire: I still feel like something about this is just a little bit... off.
But if this is what you want, then, um... okay. I guess I'll... make it work.
I, um, look forward to watching our love blossom over the years, Laurent.

Laurent: Could you try saying that just a bit more forcefully? ...Perhaps
insult me a little?

Noire: Oh dear... this is going to take some getting used to...
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6. Brady C

Noire: Oh, this is so embarrassing. Alone on a cot in the medical tent.
..Again!
Honestly, everyone is being silly. I was just a little light headed.
(Time passes)
Noire: ...... ...Nnnh? ...Oh. I must have fallen asleep. Wait...I hear
footsteps... Eep! They're coming closer! Wh-what if it's someone I don't
know?!

Brady: Huh? ...Oh, it's you.

Noire: Brady!

Brady: Gods, another day, another screwup on the battlefield. I'm pathetic!

Noire: Oh no, are you hurt?

Brady: Wouldn't be here otherwise. I dodged an attack wrong and twisted my
ankle. My leg'll be fine, but my pride may never recover.

Noire: I see...

Brady: Anyway, looks like we're neighbors for the time being. Cheers, I
guess.

Noire: Ch-cheers... I'm actually feeling a lot better, though. I'll probably
be going in just a bit...

Brady: I hear ya! I can't wait to make like a bakery wagon and haul buns
outta here. This place is depressing!

Noire: Heh, yeah... W-well, I hope you feel better soon.
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Brady B

Brady: Ugh, genius move, Brady. You're a regular Avatar! Leg heals up just in
time to get sent back here for another boneheaded injury...

Noire: Hee hee! Looks like we're neighbors again.

Brady: Am I a court jester? Do I amuse you? 'Cause I ain't laughing! What
kind of idiot blocks a hit and pulls his groin while falling on his ass?! You
couldn't come up with a more pathetic injury if you tried!

Noire: Er, it's better than not blocking it at all, right?

Brady: Yeah, I guess... So what's got you back in the tent of shame? Anemia
acting up again?

Noire: Mmm-hmm.

Brady: Tough break. ...Ugh, and then there's the boredom to add insult to
injury.
I want to get outta this two-bit tent. Hit the town, maybe.

Noire: Getting better has to come first, though.

Brady: Yeah, I know. I just wish there was more to do than sleep. I've done
more than enough of that already.

Noire: I know how you feel... But what else would you do?

Brady: Hmm, that looks about right... Hurff!

Noire: Brady? What are you doing with that crate? It looks awfully heavy...

Brady: That's kinda the point. May as well use this time to build up a bit of
muscle lifting weights.

Noire: B-but you're hurt! Shouldn't you be taking it easy?

Brady: My leg is hurt! No reason I can't work on the old cannons, though. Am
I right? Here we go... One! Two! Th-three... ...... FFFFFffff!

Noire: Are you all right? Don't tell me you hurt your arms?!

Brady: G-guess I should've started with a lighter crate... Hngh!

Noire: I told you you ought to take it easy! Wait right there, I'll go get
help. Er, I mean, I guess I'll yell for help. Or... something. Hello? Is
anyone there? Brady's hurt! ...Er, more so!
(Noire leaves)

Brady: All right, so I spoke too soon. There IS a more pathetic injury...
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Brady A

Brady: Ugh, how many times does this make?

Noire: Heh! And it's always the two of us. This is getting to be our spot!

Brady: You say that like it's a good thing...

Noire: Yeah, well, isn't it? I mean, at least we've been able to talk.

Brady: Talk's about all we can do in here. I think my ill-advised attempt at
weight training last time proved that much...

Noire: Well then, what if we talk about the good old days for a bit?

Brady: Like what?

Noire: You probably don't remember, but we used to be regulars at the healers
as kids, too. We had a bad habit of passing colds back and forth for weeks on
ends...

Brady: Oh, I remember! You were always sneezing green goo out yer bitty nose!
Guess it ain't so strange for kids to get sick. Happens to all of 'em
eventually. But sure did seem like you and me would always go down at the
same time.

Noire: I remember lying in a cot across from you when we were both flush and
feverish.

Brady: Hah! Yeah, you wouldn't stop bawlin'!

Noire: Oh, sure. Bring that up again!

Brady: Meanwhile, I was busy thinking of how I could toughen up. Guess some
things never change, am I right?

Noire: I was always so scrawny. I wished there were some way to stop being
frail...

Brady: Heh heh! And just look at us now! What a couple'a saps.

Noire: Still, it's... sort of comforting to know that some things really
don't ever change.

Brady: All a matter of perspective, I guess. Seems likely we'll be neighbors
for a long time to come, yet. So, uh... Cheers, I guess.

Noire: Cheers. To the two of us getting stronger, bit by bit.

Brady: You said it, sister!
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Brady S

Brady: Urgh... Back to the tent of shame...

Noire: Ah! Brady, are you all right? What happened?

Brady: Just... Hngh! ...Just turned my half-busted shoulder into a whole-
busted shoulder.

Noire: What?! You've got to be more careful when you're hurt! Here, lie
down...

Brady: You're makin' a mountain outta some pretty small potatoes, Noire.
..So why are you back in the sick house? Caught the dreaded red or
somethin'?

Noire: I, um... I just came here to find something.

Brady: Then it's finally just me stuck in here. Hey, good for you!

Noire: Brady...

Brady: Naw, ain't nothin'. So don't go gettin' all sad on me! It's a good
thing not to be a regular at the infirmary tent. You should be happy.

Noire: B-but... I like it here.

Brady: Hah! That's crazy talk. Why would you say that?

Noire: ...This is our place. You and me have a lot of memories in here at
this point, Brady. Even today, the... The thing I was here looking for is...
you. I was hoping I might run into you again, you know?

Brady: Ha ha! Man, you sure know how to make a guy feel like a million bucks!
When the infirmary's the first place you look, boy, that's a ringing
endorsement.

Noire: No, I didn't mean... There's no reason to be ashamed, Brady. I know
what you're doing out there. I've seen you. You're always defending the
others by putting yourself in danger. That's why you're always hurt.

Brady: You... You saw that?

Noire: I mean, sure, you're not the sturdiest man on the field... But you're
braver than anyone and more selfless about protecting your allies! There's
nothing shameful about that.

Brady: ......

Noire: ...Ah! I'm sorry! Listen to me blabbing on while you're injured! I'll
go. You clearly need some rest.

Brady: Heh. And here I thought I'd been subtle about it. Guess I've got a
ways to go.

Noire: You shouldn't have to hide it at all...

Brady: I've spent a lot of time in hospital beds, Noire. You know that
better'n most. And I'd always spending my time thinking of how to be
stronger, you know? Like, how could I help more? And how could I... How could
I keep the girl on the bed next to me safe? Because I loved her.

Noire: Oh, Brady...

Brady: I love ya, Noire! I'm in love with ya! Heck, I think you're the cat's
pajamas! So, what say we maybe spend some time together outside for once,
when I'm better? I was thinking, like... forever?

Noire: I'd love to, Brady! Oh, I'm so happy, I feel like I'm walking on air!

Brady: Me, too! Though some of that's probably the healing magic kickin'
in...
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6. Yarne C

Yarne: *Huff* *pant* N-Noire! You've got to... help me!

Noire: Eeep! Y-Yarne, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!

Yarne: Long story! No time! Very convoluted! You've just gotta hide me!

Noire: Er, there's a blanket in the corner you can hide under if you want?

Yarne: ...Wait, that's it? No questions asked? You'll just help?

Noire: Er, you said it was convoluted and there wasn't time. But if you want
me to tell me, I'm happy to-

Yarne: Thanks, Noire. I owe you one!

Noire: Don't mention it. But since you offered, maybe you could tell me-

Yarne: Shhhh! I think someone's coming!
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Yarne B

Yarne: Hey, Noire! I brought you a little treat today.

Noire: Oh, is that a fruit tart? It looks scrumptious! This must have been
hard to find, given the state of things. What's the occasion?

Yarne: It's a thank-you for before. When you hid me?

Noire: Oh geez! You didn't have to bring anything! I just threw an old
blanket on you.

Yarne: Tut tut! I won't hear it. You really saved my bushy tail, so let me
repay you.

Noire: Well, if you're sure, then thank you. Would you care to join me? I
could get us something to drink... Oh wait! We have those sitmulated combat
drills today... Darn. There won't be enough time to enjoy this tasty tart.

Yarne: Oh... B-but... I've already done mine! Yep! That's it! Just like
Mother always said, the early rabbit gets the... thingy! Heh heh...

Noire: I... see? Well, in that case...

Yarne: A-anyway, let's eat! I'm ready to forget all about those drills.

Noire: They do say that sweets help to ease the body after physical exertion.

Yarne: Y-yeah...
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Yarne A

Yarne: Hey, Noire! I brought some cake this time! Want to split it with me?

Noire: I'd love to, but I'm afraid I can't. I have to prepare for combat.

Yarne: You're fighting in the next battle?

Noire: I am.

Yarne: ...Ah. I see.

Noire: For all my faults, the others still trust me enough to rely on me...

Yarne: But aren't you scared?

Noire: Of course I am! Even now, my hands are shaking...

Yarne: Then why force yourself? Wouldn't it be easier to just stay here and-

Noire: It would, but I don't want to do what's easy. I want to do what's
right. ...Yarne, if you don't to fight, you don't have to. I won't judge you.
I don't want to go out there either.

Yarne: Then why go?!

Noire: B-because we have to win this war, and it's time for me to make a
stand! So, yeah. I'm scared, but I'm going.

Yarne: Noire...
(Noire leaves)
Yarne: She's so tiny. And she's trembling, for crying out loud! ...Gods, what
a craven. I'm in here hiding while she fights for a better future. That's it!
No more being a coward! I'm volunteering for today's battle too! Hey! Noire,
wait up! I'm coming tooooo!
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Yarne S

Noire: Combat again? I'm already shaking... But if there's some way I can
help. I need to muster up the courage to do it!

Yarne: H-hey, Noire!

Noire: Yarne?

Yarne: I'll go with you. I'll fight today.

Noire: You've been volunteering to fight a lot lately. Is everything alright?

Yarne: It's fine. I just... Watching you suit up and head off to battle made
me realize I needed to shape up. No more hiding in my tent because I'm too
scared to fight! No more skipping out on training with lies and tarts! Er,
although the tart was very good... Anyway, no more being a chicken is what
I'm saying. I'm fed up with being that guy.

Noire: ......

Yarne: And that's why I'm fighting with you!

Noire: I'm really glad, Yarne.

Yarne: I'm sorry you had to watch me act like such a craven. That must have
been frustrating. How come you never snapped and gave me what for like you
usually do? You know? "Blood and thunder" and all that?

Noire: Hee hee. Because I didn't have to! If I yelled, you would have run
away. Guilt was far more effective.

Yarne: Wait, so all that trembling was an act? ...Oh, you're good. AND you
know me far too well! I know that about you, you know? How attentive you
are... especially about me. In fact, I think I just love you, period. I
always wanted to tell you, but I was too... Well, you know.

Noire: Yarne...

Yarne: Look, this is nuts, but would you be my girl? Once this war's over, I
mean?

Noire: Oh, Yarne. I always hoped you thought as much. That's the real reason
I never got mad at you, you know? Because... I love you, too. But I had to be
sure you'd do what was right on your own terms.

Yarne: Thanks, Noire.

Noire: Hee hee! Don't thank me for loving you! That's just weird.

Yarne: No, I mean, thanks for giving me one more thing to fight for. Plus,
this war will be less scary knowing we're both there to keep each other safe.
So let's get out there and kick some heinie!

Noire: I'm right beside you!
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6. Inigo C

Inigo: Aaah! S-somebody help! Heeelp! N-Noire's gonna kill me!

Noire: Dum de dum de do...

Inigo: *Huff, huff...* N-Noire! Come on, put the bow down! It's all fun and
games until someone loses an... AAAIEEEE!

Noire: Don't worry. Of all the weapons I use, I'm best with a bow. So it's
very unlikely I'll hit you.

Inigo: Oh, is that so? Well, you know what? THAT DOESN'T HELP! And I was
actually making headway with that girl until you started firing at her!
..Yes, well, you've had your fun. Now go away and let me get back to mine.

Noire: Oh, but I am my mother's daughter, you know...

Inigo: And what does Tharja have to do with any of this?

Noire: When it comes to chasing our prey, we never tire. It's in our blood.
You might say I'm a bit... obsessive about stuff like this. So you aren't
going to lose me. No, sir. Noooooo, sir.

Inigo: ... Someone help me! Please! Anyone!

Noire: Actually, that raises a different question. Why are you running in the
first place? I promised not to hit you, remember? I... I promised. *sniff*

Inigo: Wait. Why are YOU going to cry? I'm the one being hunted!

Noire: *Sniff* D-don't you trust me?

Inigo: My faith in your bow skills is REALLY not the issue here...

Noire: Then what's the problem? I'm just doing what I was asked. Just keeping
the hyenas at bay.

Inigo: Hyenas? Hey, wait a second! Who asked you to do that?!

Noire: SILENCE, FOOL! I SHALL BROOK NO FURTHER QUESTIONS!
Now stand veeery still.

Inigo: Wait! Stop! Just think of all the ladies who will be deprived of--
Aaaaugh! Help meeeeee
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Inigo B

Inigo: Hmm... Back to the market today, perhaps? I saw a couple of ladies
ripe for--

Noire: What are you up to, Inigo?

Inigo: EEEEEEK!

Noire: Heading out to pick something up at the market? Or some... ONE?

Inigo: Who, me? Ha ha! N-no, I would never go chasing girls! ... Yet...
Today, I mean.

Noire: Well, if you're heading out, I'd better get ready as well. Hum de dum
de dooo...

Inigo: Um, Noire? Why are you nocking an arrow?

Noire: Oh, don't worry about me! Just pretend I'm not here.

Inigo: That's kind of difficult when you're pointing an arrow at me.

Noire: I won't hit you, silly! I'm just keeping the hyenas at bay. Those are
my... orders.

Inigo: From WHO, for crying out loud?!

Noire: Um... I... Oh, I'm sorry, Inigo. But I promised not to tell you....
Though I must say, they chose the right woman for the job. For I am my
mother's daughter! Eeeee hee hee hee!

Inigo: I really wish you'd stop saying that. And what's all this about
hyenas?

Noire: I told you not to worry about it.

Inigo: Yes, and that is a piece of advice that I'm planning to ignore.
Seriously, would you please just explain what's going on here?!

Noire: ......

Inigo: I haven't seen so much as a stray dog around here, let alone a hyena.

Noire: STILL YOUR CHATTERING TONGUE, LEST I REMOVE IT!

Inigo: Eeeeeeeeek!

Noire: Inigo! Inigo, wait! Don't run! It's really hard to miss you when
you're running around like that!

Inigo: Heeeeeelp meeeeeeeee!

Noire: INSOLENT FOOL! RETURN TO ME AT ONCE!
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Inigo A

Noire: Inigooo! Where are yoooooou?! You can run, but you can't hide...
Hmm... Probably off chasing skirts again. I just hope there's no repeat of
last time...

Inigo: What happened last time?

Noire: EEEEEEK!

Inigo: Ha! Doesn't feel good to be snuck up on, now does it? I figured
turnabout was fair play, so I staged this little ambush.

Noire: Th-that's terrible! You're terrible! *sniff* *sniffle*

Inigo: Oh, come on! Stop that... It was the girls, wasn't it? Your "hyenas"?
Every poor, defenseless girl I talk to runs off screaming in a hail of
arrows!

Noire: ...... I had to make sure you weren't tricked again. Those were...
Those were Chrom's orders.

Inigo: Wait, CHROM told you to do this?!

Noire: Well, kind of. I mean, he let me work out the details, but... Look,
none of this would have happened if you hadn't been tricked last time!

Inigo: Last... I was tricked? I don't...

Noire: Remember the lady thief you invited to tea? The one who stole half our
gear? When Chrom heard about that, he asked me to start keeping an eye on
you.

Inigo: I... see.

Noire: You're too trusting, Inigo. Chrom is worried it may shorten your life
span.

Inigo: You make me sound totally hopeless. I'm not some easy mark just asking
to get taken in. It was just one lady thief! Oh, well... and that girl
cutpurse. The one with the glass eye. Ah, and then there was that band of
female arsonists... But that still isn't a reason to open fire on me!

Noire: ...I was just worried about you. We all worry about you.

Inigo: Heh... I forgot all about that stuff, actually. Guess I thought
everyone else did, too.

Noire: IMPUDENT FOOL!

Inigo: Gaaaaah!

Noire: You offer apologies, but do you truly grasp the gravity of your
crimes?! You've been a burden on the commander and a waste of my precious
time! I ask again-- does your repentance match the scale of your misdeeds?!
SPEAK NOW! SPEAK, LEST I PERMIT MY ARROW TO SPEAK FOR YOU!

Inigo: Good gods, y-yes! Yes, ma'am! I'm sorry! Honestly, I had no idea
people paid that much attention to me...

Noire: BLOOD AND THUNDER!

Inigo: Ack! S-sorry, sorry, sorry! I promise I'll be more careful!

Noire: ...Wonderful. Then I'll be going, now. We worry because we care,
Inigo-- so just take care of yourself, okay?

Inigo: Phew... I thought I was a dead man. I'm just glad she put the bow down
before she lost it there...
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Inigo S

Inigo: There you are. I was looking for you.

Noire: Did you need something?

Inigo: A cup of tea. With you. Interested?

Noire: Wh-why? What's going on?

Inigo: It's not very ladylike to fib, you know.

Noire: I don't know what you're talking about.

Inigo: Your little bit about being "ordered" to keep the hyenas at bay.

Noire: I didn't lie! Those were my orders!

Inigo: But you weren't quite telling the truth, either, hmm? Something tells
me you wanted to be one of those hyenas.

Noire: ...How did you know?

Inigo: Ha! Let's just say I have a gift for reading women.

Noire: I was the only one you never flirted with... ...You even flirted with
a sign in front of the baker's shop one day! I felt... left out, you know?
And hurt. And... kind of... *mumble, mumble*

Inigo: Sorry, what was that last one?

Noire: I FELT ANGRY! Blood and thunder, mortal! My emotions are not to be
trifled with! NOW FLIRT WITH ME!

Inigo: Um... I'm not sure I can really... do that... right now...

Noire: A gift for reading women? Ha! What a joke.You've got a gift for MIS-
reading women! That's why you always get turned down. *Sniff* I just... I
just wanted a chance to turn you down too...

Inigo: Look, Noire? The reason I didn't flirt with you is because you're kind
of... scary. I didn't want to set you off and wind up as an oversized
pincushion for your arrows...

Noire: Oh. I... I see. I-it's not like I... *sniff* Like I get mad on
purpose... I can't... h-h-help it! Waaaaaaaaah!

Inigo: Cripes! D-don't cry! I mean, yes, I was a jerk, but you fired about a
hundred arrows at me... What do you say we call it even and start over? Huh?

Noire: But I... *hic* I had to, or... the hyenas...

Inigo: I know, and I appreciate what you were trying to do. Listen. I was
worried about making you angry. That's no lie. But I also thought you were...
different. Kind of ethereal, it that makes sense. Like something mortal hands
weren't meant to touch. Anyway, that's why I always hesitated. But I'm done
hesitating. I'm going to ask what I've been wanted to ask you all along...
Will you marry me?

Noire: Wh-what?! Isn't that a bit sudden?!

Inigo: I'm tired of beating around the bush with you. This is all I've ever
wanted!

Noire: I don't... I'm... I'm so flattered, but it's just so unexpected!

Inigo: Hah! You're adorable when you blush and fly into a panic.

Noire: If... if we do this, you have to stop flirting with other girls.

Inigo: Well, sure, that's, uh... Sure.

Noire: Saying "sure" twice makes it feel less sure.

Inigo: Well, it's hard to feel sure when you're pointing a bow a me!

Noire: ...I'd hoped you had learned your lesson by now.

Inigo: Waugh! S-stop! Stop, please! I promise, I'll... Wait. "Learned my
lesson"? So that bit about the hyenas WAS just a lie!

Noire: Oh, it was no lie. For I have a slavering scavenger in my sights right
now...

Inigo: Wait, ME?!

Noire: Eee hee hee! Time to silence that philandering cackle for good!

Inigo: Aaaaah! Have mercy! I repent! I repeeent!
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6. Gerome C

Noire: Phew! I'm exhausted!

Gerome: .....

Noire: Er, hullo?

Gerome: .....

Noire: Gerome? Is that you?

Gerome: Yes.

Noire: Eeek! H-how long were you going to stand there and... stare at me? You
weren't... just watching me... were you? ...What do you want, anyway?!

Gerome: I don't want anything.

Noire: Um, okay. So then why-

Gerome: Do you wish for me to go?

Noire: I don't know. ...I suppose not. I'm finished now, so it doesn't really
matter either way.

Gerome: Because if I am bothering you, I can stand farther away. Over there,
perhaps?

Noire: No, no. It's okay, you don't have to...
(Gerome leaves)
Noire: Oh. He's gone. That's... mildly disturbing. W-wait! Could it be that
someone sent him to spy on me? Because then... Oh no!
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Gerome B

Noire: H-hey, Gerome.

Gerome: .....

Noire: Um, so, are you sure you don't need anything from me? Because you're
spending a lot of time just... hovering around.

Gerome: I desire nothing.

Noire: Oh, er, okay. Nothing on your mind at all, then. Is that right?

Gerome: .....

Noire: Right. That's... certainly not creepy or anything.

Gerome: .....

Noire: Okay, what is your deal, mister?!

Gerome: Hmm?

Noire: BLOOD AND THUNDER! WERE YOU SENT TO SPY ON ME OR NO? SPEAK! SPEAK
BEFORE I RIP YOUR TONGUE FROM YOUR MAW!

Gerome: B-b-but...

Noire: BWAA HA HA HA HA!

Gerome: F-forgive me! I was only trying to help! I was worried about you.

Noire: ...W-worried?!

Gerome: Yes! You've been working far too hard, and I was concerned for your
health.

Noire: So... that's why you've been hanging around like a starving vulture?

Gerome: It's no secret that you possess a somewhat delicate constitution. I
feared you'd work too hard, fall ill, and be unable to march with the army.
I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It was not my intention.

Noire: Er, well, I guess you meant well...

Gerome: I will leave you in peace now.
(Gerome leaves)

Noire: ..... Aw, crackers! I scared him away again!
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Gerome A

Noire: Hey-ho... Oomph! Ungh... This crate's... so heavy...

Gerome: Noire?!

Noire: I-I've got it! Unnngh... Totally got... Uh-oh, no I don't-!
Waaaaaaaaaargh! ...Whew, I'm still standing. But I was tipping backwar-

Gerome: Are you alright, Noire?!

Noire: Gerome? Did you save me? Oh, wow. Y-you did, didn't you?! Oh gee,
that's kind of... Ungh...

Gerome: Look out!

Noire: Whoops! Sorry! Guess I'm still a little light headed there.

Gerome: You must stop pushing yourself so hard! You can barely walk from
exhaustion!

Noire: Yeah, but I didn't think it would be so hard to move a couple of
crates. ...Sorry you had to rescue me.

Gerome: You always push hardest when you think no one is around.

Noire: ...Yeah, maybe. Look, I'll try to be more careful, all right?

Gerome: Next time, ask for help. It benefits no one if you injure yourself.

Noire: Yeash, I know, I know... I'm sorry.

Gerome: ...Apologies if I spoke harshly. I'm only concerned for your well-
being.

Noire: Oh, it's all right. ...Besides, I should apologize for calling you
creepy earlier. I knid of meant it at the time, but I don't anymore.

Gerome: Well, I suppose I might have come across strangely, just standing
there...

Noire: Great! Glad that's settled! Now I've I've got some crates to move! You
can stay and help if you want. Just to make sure I don't... overdo it?

Gerome: Of course.

Noire: Hee hee! Thanks, Gerome!
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Gerome S

Noire: Hello again. Seems like I've been seeing you a lot recently.

Gerome: *Cough* Just wondering if there's anything I can... help with.

Noire: Gerome, you are far too kind. ...Actually, you really are far too
kind! What are you up to?

Gerome: Nothing!

Noire: Are you sure? You're sure it's not actually that... You're starting to
fall in love with me?

Gerome: P-preposterous!

Noire: Really? ...Oh. Then we'll just forget I ever said anything, okay? If I
need a hand in the future, I'll ask someone else. Not fair that you always-

Gerome: Wait!

Noire: Hmm?

Gerome: .....

Noire: ..... Well, come on. Out with it. I'm waiting.

Gerome: You are?

Noire: Gods, but you sure can be a wet fish sometimes!

Gerome: I am not a wet fish!

Noire: You do understand what I'm trying to get at here, don't you? I'm
lining up the practice dummies! All you have to do is swing blindly! Is it
really so hard to tell a girl that you like her?

Gerome: Er... Well, that is to say...

Noire: Come on, Gerome! Man up! Just tell me, plainly and clearly, what you
think of me!

Gerome: ..... You see, sometimes when two people... Things happen... Stuff...
*mumble* ...Okay, I like you.

Noire: Really? Are you serious? Hee hee! Oh, how embarassing!

Gerome: ...B-but you made me say it!

Noire: It's just so sudden! You'll give me time to think about this, won't
you?

Gerome: ..... Are you making fun of me?

Noire: Not at all! I feel overwhelmed, actually. And surprised. ...And
honored. And I'm also delighted you finally managed to express yourself! So,
um, you'll keep helping me out, won't you?

Gerome: Of course. I don't want you dropping more crates on yourself. But I
won't be lurking in the shadows anymore. I'll be right at your side.

Noire: Well that would be a lovely change of pace! Hee hee!
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Buddy Supports:

Chrom*

12. Lissa C

Lissa: *Siiiiiiiiigh*

Chrom: Well, that was a big one.

Lissa: Oh! Chrom!

Chrom: Something on your mind? Or are you just sighing for the sheer joy of
it?

Lissa: Well, it's just... Do I... Do I seem like a princess to you?

Chrom: Er, how's that?

Lissa: I'm asking if I seem like a princess!

Chrom: If you aren't, you owe us some rent for your room in the castle.

Lissa: Oh, hardy har! That's not what I mean and you know it. I'm asking if
you think I live up to my station.

Chrom: What brought this on?

Lissa: When I compare myself to you and Emmeryn, I... I feel like dead
weight.

Chrom: What a stupid thing to say.

Lissa: Hey!

Chrom: Well? It's the truth.You're fine just how you are, Lissa. Give
yourself a little credit. I'll see you later.

Lissa: What? Hey! Don't give me a lazy answer and then run away! I hope you
trip and break your nose, jerkface! ...Okay, that last bit may not have been
the most princess-like.
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Lissa B

Lissa: All right. The coast is clear.

Chrom: Lissa?

Lissa: Ack! B-brother! Hey there! How are... things... with the war?

Chrom: Where are you going?

Lissa: Oh, the weather's just SO lovely, so I thought I'd take a little
stroll and-

Chrom: It's raining.

Lissa: IS IT? Oh, fiddle dee dee! It was sunny just a moment-

Chrom: It's been raining for three days.

Lissa: Urk...

Chrom: All right, fess up: Where do you keep running off to lately?

Lissa: Me? Run off? Ha ha! You're crazy, Chrom. Stop being crazy.

Chrom: Avatar has also been asking about you. ...About how you knew so much
regarding the enemy's formation in that last battle. Please don't tell me
you've been scouting all by yourself, Lissa.

Lissa: ...So it's be okay if I didn't tell you?

Chrom: You fool! What would you have done if they'd caught you?!

Lissa: I... I didn't... I don't know! I just knew I had to do something to
help! It's my duty as princess to fight and-

Chrom: And what?! To become a high-ranking hostage?! To be tortured for
information?! And gods, are you REALLY still on about this princess stuff?!

Lissa: You wouldn't understand! You don't know what it's like to be your and
Emmeryn's little sister!

Chrom: ...Look. If you want a mission so badly, I'll give you one: Go ask
everyone in camp how you can be a better princess.

Lissa: What?

Chrom: It doesn't have to be today, but do it. ...And yes, that's an order.

Lissa: Oh, for the... All right. Fine...
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Lissa A

Chrom: How goes the mission I gave you, Lissa?

Lissa: It's over. I talked to everyone. I asked them all how I could be a
better princess, just like you asked.

Chrom: And what did they say?

Lissa: A dozen different things! Some guy said I should be more calm and stop
throwing tantrums. Another person said I should stop being so picky about
what I eat, which was weird. Oh, and a certain someone told me to stick my
pinky out when I drink tea! Ugh!

Chrom: And the most common response?

Lissa: What do you mean?

Chrom: Surely some people had the same advice, right? What did you hear the
most?

Lissa: Um... Well, there were a whole lot of people who said "nothing."

Chrom: So there you have it.

Lissa: There I have what?

Chrom: I told you you're fine just as you are, didn't I? And the people
agree!

Lissa: Yeah, but... I still don't feel like I'm contributing anything.

Chrom: When you approached people, how did they react? And I mean before you
said anything. I'd bet good coin they all smiled at you. ...Right?

Lissa: What? No, they... Hmm... Yeah, I guess they did.

Chrom: You make people happy, Lissa. You motivate and inspire them just by
your presence. I might instill confidence, but I don't make them happy. And
neither would Emmeryn.

Lissa: You think so?

Chrom: I KNOW so. And believe me, that talent is more useful than you'd
think. Everyone else knows it, too. That's why they told you not to change a
thing. So if you won't trust my opinion, how about theirs? You're their
princess, after all.

Lissa: N-no, I trust them. I do, but...

Chrom: Then stop worrying! You're going to be a princess all your life.
That's plenty of time to figure it out. Just be yourself and the rest will
come naturally.

Lissa: ...Huh. That actually makes sense. Thanks, Chrom.
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12. Frederick C

Frederick: I've completed my patrol of the encampment, milord. All appears to
be in order. I found no sign of the enemy nearby. I believe we are safe here
for the night.

Chrom: Good to hear. Thank you, Frederick.

Frederick: While on my rounds, I took it upon myself to inspect our weaponry
as well. I've placed any items that showed exceptional wear outside your
pavilion. Be your choice to sell or repair them, sire. I recommend swift
action.

Chrom: ...Oh. Well, you HAVE been busy... Your work ethic always impresses,
Frederick. I almost feel lazy by comparison.

Frederick: Nonsense. I've done nothing more than my duty as a knight of
Ylisse. Oh, and beg pardon, milord, but I noticed you often cause a ruckus
when training. With that in mind, I reinforced the tents near any open areas
you're like to use.

Chrom: Er, yes, I see. Sorry for the trouble.

Frederick: No trouble at all, milord. Happy to help. ...Also, with the nights
growing colder, I procured blankets from a nearby village. I've readied a
variety of colors so you might pick that which best suits you. If I may be so
bold, sire, peach would seem to best flatter your complexion. But perhaps
blue. Just to be safe? Yes, that's best. Blue it is! Here you are, milord.
And two sets of spares, just in case.

Chrom: Frederick, do you never tire?

Frederick: Of course not, milord. I am here to serve. Ah, and one final
thing: I've taken measures to raise troop numbers and morale. I had an
artisan create posters emblazoned with your noble image. It's milord in a
bold pose-naked, save a scale in one hand and a sword in the other. And at
your feet, I scrawled our new recruiting motto: "Chrom Wants You!" I had them
pinned inside each and every tent. Surely the troops will be thrilled to
rally behind their common leader, milord.

Chrom: ...Wait. You did what?! In whose... You hung this pict... In
EVERYONE'S tent?!

Frederick: No need for thanks, milord. Merely doing my duty. And that
concludes my report. Rest well, sire!

Chrom: F-Frederick! Wait! We really need to... talk. ...Oh, gods. I've got to
tear those posters down before anyone sees them!
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Frederick B

Frederick: My deepest apologies, milord. Had I known you'd run from tent to
tent rending the posters, I never would have-

Chrom: Gods, I've never been so embarrassed in all my days! My sister nearly
pulled a muscle laughing! Listen, Frederick. We need to talk. I know
everything you do is for my sake, and I appreciate it. But it's... Well, at
times, it's a little extreme. And other times it's damn near traumatic! I'm a
grown man, Frederick, and I'm capable of taking care of myself.

Frederick: 'Tis not my place to doubt your capability, milord, but I've
duties as a knight. If anything were to happen to you or Lissa, I couldn't...
I don't know if I could stand it.

Chrom: But you do see the difference between being a knight and being a
nanny?

Frederick: ...I'm sorry, milord, but I would risk your embarrassment rather
than forsake my duty.

Chrom: ...Fine! Fine. Let's try this again. Let's pretend you're "milord,"
and I'm your loyal knight. Now, let's say you sneeze. Just one little
sneeze... Suddenly I come dashing up to you with blanket and tea in hand! Or,
let's imagine you make an off-hand remark about how fish sounds good... And I
ride across two mountains to a freezing river to secure dinner! Or, heavens
preserve us, let's suppose you look tired, or perhaps even yawn... So I bring
a parade of increasingly arcane herbal cures to your tent for the next hour!
How would that make you feel?

Frederick: Milord, I... I would be enraged, milord. And humiliated.

Chrom: You see? At some point, such assistance becomes a burden. I respect
your sense of duty as a knight, but you must be sane about it! You waste too
much time and energy on my sister and myself, and it saddens us. If you want
to make us happy, take some time for yourself. Relax! Enjoy your life!

Frederick: ...Is that an order, sire?

Chrom: *Sigh* If it was, I've no doubt you would obey without question. But
that would defeat the point. It's not an order, Frederick. It's a request.
..From one friend to another.

Frederick: Milord... Very well. If it is your wish, I shall limit my actions
to a bare minimum. I apologize for any trouble my efforts may have caused
until now.

Chrom: Thanks for understanding. And for your dedication.

Frederick: It is my pleasure to serve, milord. Er, that is...within reason.
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Frederick A

Frederick: ... And that concludes today's report, milord.

Chrom: All right. Thank you, Frederick.

Frederick: *Sigh*

Chrom: Now there's something I never expected to hear. Is everything all
right, Frederick?

Frederick: Oh! M-my apologies, sire! I did not mean for you to hear that.

Chrom: It's fine, but are you all right? You're not coming down with
something, are you?

Frederick: Not at all, milord. I'm the picture of health.

Chrom: Then why have you seemed so exhausted lately? You looked pale as a
sheet this morning! I though a Risen had entered our camp. The other
Shepherds are worried as well. Is something the matter?

Frederick: Milord, I apologize again. I'm just... You see... I feel I've been
of no use to either you or Lissa of late.

Chrom: Hmm? What was that? You're mumbling.

Frederick: N-nothing, milord! It's nothing. Perhaps I simply need a bit of
sleep.

Chrom: Then go rest! And if there's anything bothering you, come tell me
straightaway. Oh, but before you go... Thank you for patching the holes in
everyone's tents. I know mine is a lot more comfortable without that blasted
draft.

Frederick: But milord, I... How did you know?

Chrom: Who else would fix a tiny detail like that after a long day of
battle?! So again, my friend, thank you. From everyone. There are days I
think this entire army would fall apart if not for you.

Frederick: Milord, I... I don't know what to say. Your praise is the highest
honor!

Chrom: Ha ha! It's just the truth, Frederick. That's all. Now, if you'll
excuse me, I need to go speak with Avatar.

Frederick: Yes, of course. Avatar's tent is... that way, wasn't it? I'll get
started straightaway, milord!

Chrom: Get started... Are you clearing the gravel?! Frederick, what in the
world are you doing?!

Frederick: It wouldn't do to have you trip up and hurt yourself, sire! Surely
you see... ...Ah! Are you worried you could trip over ME, then? Of course.
Not to worry, sire! I have a plan that will let me clear the path well ahead
of you.

Chrom: Um... Frederick?

Frederick: Is something amiss, milord? Ah, of course! The reeds are a hazard
as well. I'll just pluck them here...

Chrom: That's... not what I was going to say.

Frederick: So careless of me, sire! I'll have the devils uprooted in just a
moment!

Chrom: Oh, for the love of...

Frederick: All clear, sire! You can trod through camp without worry or delay!

Chrom: (Is this his idea of keeping things to a minimum?)
(Frederick leaves)
Chrom: Still, I suppose if it keeps him happy...

Frederick: Did you say something, milord?!

Chrom: Er... Frederick?! For the love of the gods! I have a meeting with
Avatar!

Frederick: Oh, yes, here he/she is now. Hello, Avatar. Do pardon the
intrusion.

Chrom: Frederick! We don't need you to... You can dust later! And actually,
you don't need to dust Avatar at all, Frederick! ...FREDERICK!
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12. Vaike C

Chrom: All right, everyone! Let's pair off and try some one-on-one sparring.

Vaike: Oh-hoh! You ready to take on Teach, Chrom?

Chrom: Vaike, maybe we should find new partners. Just to keep things fresh.

Vaike: Pshaw! We're rivals. We have to fight! Ya can't turn your back on
fate! ...Plus, I was really close to beatin' ya last time. Really, REALLY
close.

Chrom: Er, right. If you say so. But still, I think we should-

Vaike: No, it's fine. I know what you're doing. You're trying to psyche me
out!

Chrom: Oh, come on! If we don't mix it up, we'll never keep ourselves sharp.

Vaike: ...Oh, I see. Not enough suspense for ya, is that it? Then let's spice
it up with a little wager! Everything we own-winner takes all!

Chrom: ...Vaike? We're training for war. I can't very well gamble with the
royal treasury.

Vaike: Fine, fine! No gold. But how about this... The loser has to sneak up
behind Frederick and pull down his pantaloons!

Chrom: ...Are you mad? Frederick would chop you up like firewood! And then
make a fire!

Vaike: What's this now? Is someone... chicken? Ba-KAWK bawk bawk bawk bawk-

Chrom: Oh, ALL RIGHT! I'll spar with you! ...Just stop that ridiculous
clucking.

Vaike: Har har! Yes! Now Chrom's got a full head of steam! Show ol' Teach
what ya got!
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Vaike B

Vaike: It's fightin' time, Chrom!

Chrom: Very well. But on one condition...

Vaike: Condition? It's not like you to ask for a handicap...

Chrom: Nothing of the sort, Vaike. It's just that... Well, Lissa was pretty
upset after our last duel. Poor girl was crying her eyes out. She said we
were taking our sparring much too seriously. She made me promise to go easy
and fight safe so neither of us gets hurt.

Vaike: Har har har! Yeah, that last clash was a real doozy. Good times, good
times... But, uh, listen, Chrom. You're gonna have to explain this "fight
safe" concept to me.

Chrom: I've been pondering that myself. Perhaps we could decide the winner...
with a coin flip?

Vaike: Good gods, no! I don't want lady luck pickin' the winner. Not between
us, anyway. ...Hey, I got it! What say you and me have a good old-fashioned
cooking contest?! You make something, I make something, and we'll see who
comes out on top.

Chrom: Er, well, I suppose... Though I was seldom allowed in the castle
kitchens growing up...

Vaike: Ah, you're right. Cookin' against royalty'd be like spearin' fish in a
barrel. If I can't beat ya with honor, I got no interest in beatin' ya.

Chrom: Hold on now! ...I didn't say no. I've roasted my share of campfire
boar and have heard no complaints...

Vaike: Har har! Then a cook-off it is! Get ready to taste my victory!
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Vaike A

Chrom: Ready for another duel, Vaike?

Vaike: Naw. I'm bored with beating ya. We should fight other people.

Chrom: Wait. When exactly did you beat me?

Vaike: Hel-LO?! Remember the cookin' contest? Ol' Teach won that fair and
square!

Chrom: How do you figure? When you ate my dish, you fell backward off the
chair and passed out. That made me the winner by knockout! ...Or are you
denying you collapsed?

Vaike: Kn-knockout?! You almost killed me with that slop you called goulash!
I spent a week scrubbing the taste off my tongue! ...Look! Itsh shtill
hurthz!

Chrom: You didn't say we had to make the BEST dish. You just said it was a
cooking contest.

Vaike: B-but the whole point of a cooking contest is... Aw, forget it! Good
gods, you really do hate losing, don't you?

Chrom: And you don't?

Vaike: ...Har har, yeah, I suppose you're right. We're birds of a feather,
you and me. We love to compete. ...AND to win!

Chrom: Well then? Are you ready for your fellow bird to knock you out of the
sky?

Vaike: Har! Bring it on, little man!
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12. Gaius C

Chrom: Gaius, do you have a moment?

Gaius: What's up, Blue?

Chrom: ...Blue? Er, right. Well, you must have traveled a lot in your old
line of work, yes?

Gaius: Sure did! Us thieves tend to outstay our welcome in a hurry.

Chrom: The reason I ask is that I've had little chance to see the world
properly.
I've journeyed on diplomatic business, but that's pretty much it. And
frankly, one majestic court looks very much like another. I've often wondered
what it would be like to roam the world free of royal burdens.

Gaius: Ha! You royals up in your pointy towers really don't have a clue! You
think us commoners are free to just spend our days sauntering along! Think we
pick daisies and gaze at tourist attractions and eat bonbons all day!

Chrom: Look, that's not what I was implying at all. ... And I think you know
it.

Gaius: So what's the problem? Tired of silk pants and the undying adoration
of the masses?

Chrom: I try to appreciate my situation, but being a royal can be
incredibly...stifling. It's a comfortable prison, true, but a prison
nonetheless.

Gaius: Sounds like a serious case of not being able to count your blessings.

Chrom: It's true-I'm never hungry, I've a hot bath and a warm bed, people
leap to my aid... Perhaps you're right. What right have I to complain of such
a life?

Gaius: Bingo.
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Gaius B

Gaius: Heya, Blue.

Chrom: You know, I really wish you wouldn't call me... Never mind. What can I
do for you, Gaius?

Gaius: You got any plans for the evening? After supper, I mean?

Chrom: I have to inspect the armory and make sure we're ready for the next
battle.

Gaius: Boooooor-ing. What about tomorrow?

Chrom: Tomorrow I meet with the war council to discuss strategy and tactics.

Gaius: Man! It's all work and no play for our fair leader, isn't it?

Chrom: ...What exactly did you want, Gaius? If it's important, I'll carve out
some time.

Gaius: Oh, it's not so important. ...Or maybe it IS!

Chrom: Would you please get to the point?

Gaius: Look, I got to thinking about what you said. You know, about not
having freedom?

Chrom: Yes?

Gaius: Well, I thought I'd give you a taste of what it's like to be footloose
and fancy-free!

Chrom: How do you propose to do that? I don't have time for a 'round-the-</pre><pre id="faqspan-22">
world tour.

Gaius: A single evening is all it'll take! ...You just tell me when you're
ready.
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Gaius A

Gaius: Finished your preparations? Ready to sample life outside the gilded
cage?

Chrom: Preparations? I wasn't aware that-

Gaius: Aw, come on! You want to dress up a bit, don't you? ...I mean, I
would.

Chrom: Look, I don't know what you're talking about. Where are we going
anyway? How am I supposed to prepare when I have no idea what's going on?

Gaius: Seriously, Blue?! Gods, if you royals aren't the most coddled set
of...
Look, we're going out to have fun. You know about fun, right? So try to wear
something that doesn't look like it was stolen from a corpse.

Chrom: Hey, I have a very keen fashion sense, thank you very much!

Gaius: ...Well, I suppose those clothes'll have to do, then. Come on, Blue.
Quit your grumblin'. I'll explain on the way.

Chrom: B-but, wait!
(Time passes)

Gaius: Ha ha! So, ...What'd you think?

Chrom: It was... interesting.

Gaius: Yeah, but was it FUN?!

Chrom: Well, I suppose so. I'd never seen a man juggle flaming hams before...
And when those acrobats got into a knife fight... that really was something.

Gaius: I know you're overwhelmed. It's a lot to take in. Still, we did what
we set out to do.

Chrom: And what was that, exactly?

Gaius: To show you a slice of the real world!

Chrom: Ah, yes.

Gaius: So then? Still think you're trapped in a prison made of diamonds and
baby tears? Today you wanted to experience something new, and that's exactly
what we did! No one tried to stop you. No one asked for your autograph.
Nothing stood in the way except your own royal reserve. King or traveling
minstrel, the world is as narrow or wide as you make it.

Chrom: You're saying it's not duty that holds me back... but self-pity?
Gods... I've been such a self-indulgent arse...

Gaius: Aw, don't be too hard on yourself, Blue. Those silk-clad shoulders
carry a heavier burden than I'd be willing to bear. Just remember-attitude
and outlook go a long way toward making your world.

Chrom: And you took me to that den of intiquity just to teach me that lesson?

Gaius: Naw, I like going there, but I can't afford it unless some sap foots
the bill.
But you be sure to let me know when you want to go again, all right?

Chrom: ...Maybe later.
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Lissa*

12. Maribelle C

Lissa: This tea is soooo good!

Maribelle: Isn't it just divine, darling? The leaves are infused with a
citrus aroma, so I was certain you'd like it.

Lissa: I like citrus?

Maribelle: In all the years we've shared tea, you only mention the flavor if
it's a citrus blend. How funny that you didn't even know!

Lissa: That is funny! And a little embarrassing, I guess... You know me
better than I know myself, Maribelle!

Maribelle: That's hardly a surprise, darling. I'm your best friend.

Lissa: Hee hee! I know! It's SO true. ...Wait a second. I don't know what
kind of tea YOU like best!

Maribelle: Well now, that simply won't do at all. Why don't you take a guess?

Lissa: Hmmmm. Is it... rose tea?

Maribelle: Tsk! Such a common flavor.

Lissa: Tea with milk?

Maribelle: Ugh! Why not just drink from a mud puddle?!

Lissa: This is hard! Maybe if I knew more about tea... What other kinds are
there?

Maribelle: Ah, well. I suppose I'll have to take pity and simply tell you. My
favorite blend...

Lissa: Is...?

Maribelle: Black tea infused with the still-warm blood of an adult male
grizzly bear.

Lissa: *PFFFFFFFFFFFTTT!*

Maribelle: Lissa, what is wrong with you! What manner of lady spews tea?! It
is simply not done!

Lissa: What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?! Who would drink such a
thing?!

Maribelle: No one, darling. It was only a jest. ...Now wipe your mouth,
please.

Lissa: I actually believed you... All right, what's the real answer, then?
What's your favorite tea?

Maribelle: Why, whichever ones you enjoy, darling. That way I get to
appreciate both the beverage and your enjoyment of it! So if you ever find a
blend you're especially fond of, just say the word

Lissa: Um, all right. I will. Thanks. But I still kinda feel like that wasn't
a real answer...
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Maribelle B

Maribelle: Phew... Today's battle must have been the fiercest yet! You're not
hurt, are you, darling?

Lissa: No, I'm fine. What about ?

Maribelle: I also appear to have escaped injury, thank you.

Lissa: Good! That's... good... .....

Maribelle: Why, whatever is wrong, darling? ...Are you hurt after all?! Why,
when I find the dastard responsible, I'll gouge out his-

Lissa: No, no! It's nothing like that. I'm just wondering how long this is
going to continue. All the injuries... All the death... It's all just so
awful. If I stop to think about it, I get too scared to move.

Maribelle: There's no need for fear! I will lay my life down for yours
without hesitation.

Lissa: That doesn't help at all! I don't want YOU getting hurt either!

Maribelle: Don't worry, darling. I'm far too clever to allow that to happen.

Lissa: Yeah, but... didn't you get kidnapped by those guys from Plegia?

Maribelle: Th-that was... There were extenuating circumstances! In any case,
my mind is quite made up. Keeping you safe is my utmost priority.

Lissa: I don't understand why you always put me first. Even when we have tea,
we always drink the kind I like. You need to take care of yourself too,
Maribelle.
Don't deprive yourself of the things you enjoy, and don't you dare get hurt!

Maribelle: Oh, my darling Lissa... I appreciate that, I really do, but please
don't let it trouble you. I AM doing what I enjoy, you see? All that I do, I
do because I want to.

Lissa: That's not what I meant, and you know it!

Maribelle: Don't make that face, darling. It will give you the most terrible
wrinkles later. You know what I think we both need? A nice warm bath. I feel
as if I'm made of nothing but dust and sweat! Let's go to the bath.
(Maribelle leaves)

Lissa: H-hey, wait! Maribelle!
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Maribelle A

Lissa: Maribelle! Maribelle, are you all right?! How bad is it? Let me see!
Does it hurt?!

Maribelle: Darling, you're raving like a madwoman! ...Or, gods forbid, a
lowborn.

Lissa: It's my fault! He was swinging for me, and you jumped in the way!

Maribelle: Yes, and here I stand, still right as rain! I told you, I'm far
too clever to suffer harm at the hands of some barbarian.

Lissa: W-well, as long as you're all right... Thank you, Maribelle.

Maribelle: It's my pleasure, darling.

Lissa: But... Maribelle? Why are you so determined to protect me? Is it
because of what things were like before you joined the Shepherds?

Maribelle: Wh-whatever makes you think-

Lissa: That's it. Isn't it?

Maribelle: *Sigh* I suppose there's no sense in denying it. As I'm sure
you're aware, Lissa, I can sometimes be... difficult. I never had much in the
way of friends. ...Never had any friends, in truth. The other children
whispered about me... At court I was always alone... Until you. You were the
only one willing to give me a chance. You... saved me, Lissa. And I swore to
do the same.

Lissa: But that was years ago! I'd forgotten all about it until just now.

Maribelle: But I have never forgotten! How could I? I was alone in the dark,
and you offered me your kindness. You shone as bright as the sun, Lissa, and
burned twice as warm.

Lissa: But I didn't do anything special! I just... I just wanted to be
friends.

Maribelle: With a pariah? With the butt of every malicious rumor and cruel
jape?

Lissa: I didn't care what those jerks thought! I choose my own friends! And
you're a wonderful person... You didn't desrve any of that.

Maribelle: Ha ha! Oh, my darling, you are the most incurably soft-hearted
woman in all Ylisse And that is precisely why I care for you and would defend
you with my life.

Lissa: Aw, Maribelle... Thanks. But I don't want to be some fragile teacup
that has to be protected at all times. From here on, I'll be jumping in front
of axes for you, too! And the same goes for tea. Next time, we're drinking
what YOU want to drink! Though I'm not sure where I'll find an adult male
grizzly... But whatever! True friendship is a road that runs in two
directions, right?

Maribelle: Ha ha! Yes, I suppose it is. ...I did mention the bear blood was
only a jape, correct?
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Frederick*

12. Virion C

Frederick: That's quite the handsome blade you carry, Virion.

Virion: Ah, you've a discerning eye, Frederick. Yes, it is rather nice, isn't
it?
Elegant... Sophisticated... A perfect match for its owner! Why it's almost--

Frederick: The hilt bears the sigil of House Claive.

Virion: Yes, but you interrupted me.

Frederick: Apologies. ...But it's been troubling me for some time now.
Just how is it that you come to hold a dagger from one of Ylisse's high noble
houses?

Virion: I enjoyed a brief but fruitful collaboration with the Claives once
upon a time.Well, specifically with one young and VERY beautiful Claive...
She gave me this blade as a token of our everlasting...friendship.

Frederick: I see. And when exactly did you find the time to foster such a
bond?

Virion: Ah, my dear naive Frederick. Not all bonds take equal time to form,
you know! Some are forged in a lifetime, while others spring to life in a
moment.
..Others still take but one very good night.

Frederick: ......

Virion: Oh, please! Spare the pious air... But... is that yet a hint of...
envy I see as well? Ha! Well, permit me to explain... It is my avocation to
grant noble ladies a brief respite from their dreary lives. And I know of no
better way to do so than by romance's sweet perfume. But I always acted the
gentlemen! No harm befell their honor or reputation.

Frederick: Oh, that was never my concern. Ylisse's noble houses are built of
sturdier stuff than one dandy's escapades can shake.

Virion: Tell me, sir... do you always smile so as you twist the blade in a
fellow's gut? Yes, well. You wondered at the history of my blade, and now
curiosity is slaked. If that's quite all, this dandy shall leave you to savor
your unshakable honor.
(Virion leaves)

Frederick: Avocation, he says. Heh. Quite the hobby. Yet I bet he has made
many other powerful allies through such trysts. Dandy or no, the man is sly.
Methinks he merits watching...
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Virion B

Frederick: He's gone, Virion.

Virion: I-is he, then? Phew! That's a relief. My apologies for the bother.
To think the poor fool would trudge all this way for a mere handful of coins.

Frederick: One would need hands of freakish size indeed to cradle that much
gold. Pray tell, how does a fellow even begin to create such a vast amount of
debt?

Virion: My dear sir, there are a thousand ways. ...Preferably all
accomplished at once.

Frederick: I'll ask no more. Besides, there's another matter I'm more curious
about.

Virion: Indeed?

Frederick: Before he left, that man offered to finance our efforts here. ...I
declined.

Virion: Mmm, yes. Probably for the best.

Frederick: This doesn't strike you as odd? I just saw a man track down his
debtor only to offer his companions additional coin. In what world is that
not madness?

Virion: Seems perfectly logical to me. Should something untoward happen
before I repay him, the debt dies with me. It's well within his interests to
ensure I survive this bloody mess.

Frederick: You racked up a debt so large it ties his welfare to yours...?
I've not the capacity to determine if such actions are genius or madness.
You're cunning fit to shame a fox. Virion.

Virion: Ha ha! Oh, you flatter me, sir! ...But do go on.

Frederick: Mark my words, fox! If your skulking about ever comes to be a
burden on Chrom--

Virion: Yes, yes, you'll have my skin for a stole. I'm well aware. I happen
to be fond of my skin, so I give my word no ill shall come from my deeds.

Frederick: Keep your word and you'll keep your skin.
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Virion A

Frederick: Virion.

Virion: Ah, Frederick. And what deeply personal matter will you be prying
into today, mmm?

Frederick: Perhaps we could talk about a large anonymous donation we just
received? I've no doubt you played a part in that. ... And in truth, we badly
needed it. Permit me to offer my thanks, and Chrom's in his stead.

Virion: You are quite welcome. I was confident a clever fellow like you would
catch on! I doubted Chrom would have accepted if I made the offer openly.
Especially considering the... less-than-immaculate origin of the goods.

Frederick: Hence the anonymous donation.

Virion: Rather genius, wouldn't you say? Elegant! Sophisticated! A perfect
match for-

Frederick: But no one will ever know it was you.

Virion: Yes, but you're interrupting again. We've had this chat, Frederick!
Ah well. I suppose there's a kind of rustic charm to your enthusiasm.

Frederick: ... My apologies. But I can't help think that giving so much
without recompense is unlike you.

Virion: You wound me, sir! And besides, I haven't come up empty handed. I
said I was confident you'd catch on Frederick, and I meant it. So now you are
in my debt.

Frederick: Ah, there's the rub! And just what would you ask of me in return?

Virion: When the fighting is over, peace will return to my land. And I plan
to enlist the help of Ylisse in rebuilding it. I suspect Chrom would agree
without my resorting to such tricks, but... Well, a clever man takes no
chances. With you to convince him, I'd say the matter is settled, mmm?

Frederick: Unbelievable. You're already planning beyond this campaign?

Virion: You'd do well to do the same! Chrom boasts an archer of my caliber
and a warrior of yours among his ranks... The man could scarcely lose if he
tried.

Frederick: A taste of the same flattery you use on the noble ladies, no
doubt. Still, we have no choice but to give our all. That much is true. Let's
pray our combined efforts are enough.

Virion: I'm perfectly confident in my portion of the bargain, Frederick. Just
see that you hold up your end!

Frederick: I was about to say the same.
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12. Henry C

Frederick: HENRY! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!

Henry: Oh, hey, Frederick! What's up?

Frederick: You were absent at today's training session?

Henry: Training session? First I've heard of it!

Frederick: Surely you recall Chrom reminding everyone in his address to the
troops yesterday?

Henry: Ooooooooooooh, THAT training session! It must have slipped my mind.

Frederick: Then you weren't absent due to injury or illness?

Henry: I WISH I had an awesome illness, but no. I'm right as rain.

Frederick: That's good to hear. However I'm quite disappointed you missed the
session. Being prepared for battle is a matter of life and death.

Henry: Aw, don't worry about me, Frederick. I'm not going to die so easily!

Frederick: What makes you, out of all your comrades, so uniquely immune to
war's perils?

Henry: Oh, you know. Stuff and things.

Frederick: I do NOT know! Training is essential for all soldiers, and that
includes you!

Henry: Okay, fine! Geez, careful not to twist your smallclothes there...

Frederick: H-Henry? Where are you going? I'm not finished with you yet!

Henry: I'm going to the training ground! Want to join me?

Frederick: Me?

Henry: Nya ha ha! Just kidding!

Frederick: About going to train? Or inviting me along?

Henry: Hmm... You know, I'm not even sure myself. Welp, see you around!

Frederick: Henry, wait! Are you going to train or not? It's a matter of life
and death! Bah! What an aggravating young man!
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Henry B

Frederick: HIYARGH! GARH!

Henry: Working up quite a sweat there, eh, Frederick?

Frederick: Ah. Hello, Henry. Have you come to train at long last?

Henry: Oh, no! Just to watch.

Frederick: Such an attitude ill serves a Shepherd. Come, let us train
together.

Henry: Why did you spend so much time training, anyway? It looks exhausting!

Frederick: Because I know that anything can happen on the battlefield. I do
not want my dying thought to be "if only I had trained a little harder."

Henry: I want my dying thought to be about blood! ...Or maybe ichor.

Frederick: Enough chitchat! Fetch a wooden shield, and take some swings at
me.

Henry: No need. I'm not going to die anyway. But good luck with that!

Frederick: HALT! You shall not escape my watchful gaze today!

Henry: Whoa, easy there, Frederick! You're bruising my arm! ...Oooo, look at
the colors!

Frederick: Enough dillydallying! Let's train! One, two... together! HIYARGH!
GARH!

Henry: ...Aw, man. I knew I shouldn't have come here.

Frederick: What did you say?!

Henry: Oh, nothing. But I suppose a bit of practice won't hurt.
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Henry A

Frederick: Ah, Henry. Have you come to join me in training again?

Henry: Yeah, I was kinda bored, so why not?

Frederick: You feign nonchalance, yet you attend every one of our training
session recently.

Henry: Yeah, I know. It's funny, but I'm actually starting to enjoy it!
..Sort of.

Frederick: Listen close, Henry. I have something I would tell you...

Henry: Yes?

Frederick: *Sniff* Wh-when you say that, it fills my heart with happiness!

Henry: H-hey, Frederick! Easy with the bear hug! These little bones might
snap like... Oh, whoa! Are you CRYING?!

Frederick: Tears of joy, my young friend! For at last you are a devoted and
committed soldier!

Henry: I always WAS!

Frederick: Continue this hard work, and you will win the respect and praise
of everyone in the army.

Henry: You really think people notice what I do around here? 'Cause I doubt
it.
I mean, what kind of things do they say about me now?

Frederick: I'm sure of we were to ask Chrom, he'd say you are his most
trusted lietenant. You are the hope of the future and the greatest prospect
this army has.

Henry: Nya ha ha! If you lay it on any thicker, I'll be smothered to death!
But I'm not training to make myself look good in front of my comrades, you
know?

Frederick: Then why, pray tell?

Henry: Well, because the more I practice, the more stuff I'm able to do. I
like being good at lots of things.

Frederick: And that's sufficient motivation to put yourself through this
torture?

Henry: It's not torture! It's fun! Now I can sneak up behind foes really
easily, and my curses work better, too.

Frederick: I-I see. I'm glad you enjoy it... when I find it so... difficult.

Henry: I can't believe anyone ever complains about training. What's so hard
about it?

Frederick: Perhaps if you train enough, you will learn the meaning of work
and self-sacrifice. Come then! Let us grow strong together!

Henry: Hey, sure! I've got nothing else going on today.
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Sully*

12. Miriel C

Sully: Miriel! Just the girl I wanted to see.

Miriel: Greetings and salutations, Sully. Are you in need of assistance?

Sully: You're an egghead, right? You like researching and investigating
things?

Miriel: Why, yes. Unlocking the mysteries and wonders of the natural world
gives me-

Sully: Yeah, yeah, whatever. Look, I have a favor to ask.

Miriel: ...You wish me to develop a new weapon? Something of that ilk?

Sully: Naw, nothing like that. I want you to study ME!

Miriel: You? Well, that would be most unusual... I confess, I had never
considered you as a possible field of research, but...

Sully: Yeah, well, maybe it's time you consider it. You might have noticed
that I'm not like other women, right?

Miriel: If you are speaking of your martial prowess, then yes, it is a known
quantity.

Sully: Er, yeah! Right! That! ...And some other stuff, too. Look, I just want
you to figure out what's so different about me. I mean, I TRY to fit in, I
really do, but something sets me apart.

Miriel: I see. You wish me to observe your social interactions and verbal
communications. In this way, I might see behavioral signifiers that
differentiate you from the group norm.

Sully: That is probably exactly what I'm saying! ...I think.

Miriel: I need time to prepare my queries and form a control group. Is this
acceptable?

Sully: Er, sure. Whatever you just said. Whatever it takes.
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Miriel B

Sully: Hey-ho, Miriel! How's the research project going?

Miriel: I have many such projects underway, but I assume you refer to your
personality study. Since we talked, I have been observing you with fierce
scientific rigor.

Sully: Wait, really? I didn't even notice.

Miriel: If the subject is aware of the observation, the results would be
compromised. It was vital that I observe you in your natural habitat.

Sully: Oh yeah? ...So? Any conclusions?

Miriel: During the observation phase, two main points came to my attention.

Sully: ...Well what the hell are they already?!

Miriel: The first is your language. The second is your general bearing.

Sully: You mean the way I talk and crap like that?

Miriel: Your clothing and armor are unexceptional and fit within Shepherd
social norms. However, your use of language - especially vulgarity - is quite
irregular. Also, you tend to carry yourself in a very aggressive manner.

Sully: O-kay.

Miriel: If you wish to fit in with others, I would recommend change in these
two areas.

Sully: Ah, come on! That's horse plop!

Miriel: I assure you my conclusions were reached via scientifically proven
methods

Sully: I've had people tell me this before! "You have to do this!" "You gotta
act like that!" It never works! I pretend for a week or so and then just give
up. Who says we all have to act the same, anyway? Who made all these damn
rules?

Miriel: I believe they are based on social mores as opposed to a natural law.

Sully: Well, hell... I'm gonna have to think on this one for a bit. Thanks
for doing the observation stuff. Hope I didn't waste your time.

Miriel: Not at all. It was quite fascinating.
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Miriel A

Miriel: Ah, Sully. Might I have a moment?

Sully: What's up, Miriel?

Miriel: Have you considered enacting my suggestions from our recent
conversation?

Sully: You mean about the way I speak and behave and all that? Yeah, I
thought about it plenty, but I still don't know what to do...

Miriel: I wonder then if you might care to participate in a small experiment?

Sully: It doesn't involve rats, does it? Can't stand those things...

Miriel: Nothing so crude, I promise. First, I am going to ignite this pile of
dry twigs...

Sully: Oh-kay. And?

Miriel: Now then. Suppose you need to extinguish this fire. How would you do
it? You are allowed to use anything you see around you.

Sully: Er, I guess I'd use that bucket of water.

Miriel: You would pour water on the fire?

Sully: Well, sure. Water on fire, fire goes out. Right?

Miriel: Very well. Please go ahead.

Sully: Ha! See you in hell, fire! WHOA! That made the fire twice as big! What
the heck did you do?!

Miriel: The fluid in the bucket is a substance commonly known as "kindling
water." It is a mysterious liquid that emerges from the ground near distant
mountains.

Sully: Kindling water?

Miriel: Just now, you made the assumption that water always douses fire.
However, you failed to consider that there may be different kinds of water.
It may also interest you that people who live near kindling water find it
useful.

Sully: ...I get it. It's different than regular water, but still useful to
some folks. And people who are different may still have useful roles to play.

Miriel: Precisely. My research indicates that you should be happy just the
way you are.

Sully: Heh. Thanks for the pep talk, Miriel. I feel better already. Although,
I do still have one question...

Miriel: Yes?

Sully: How the hell are you planning on putting out this fire?!
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12. Sumia C

Sumia: There. Doesn't that feel better? Your mane is alllll combed. No more
tangles! Who's a good pegasus? Huh? Who's a good wittle pegasus?!

Sully: Are you talking to that thing again?

Sumia: Oh, hi, Sully.

Sully: You're spoiling the animal! She's practically died and gone to horse
heaven.

Sumia: She does look happy, doesn't she?

Sully: Ah, well. She's seen you safe through some terrible battles, so I
suppose she earned it.

Sumia: You're quite fond of your horse, too, aren't you, Sully?

Sully: Hell yes, I'm proud! He's got smarts and guts! What more could a woman
want?

Sumia: Hee hee! When you talk about him, you sound like a proud mother.

Sully: Eh, I'm not the maternal type.

Sumia: Even so, it's obvious how fond you two are of each other. Whenever you
praise him, he snorts ever so happily!

Sully: You noticed that? ...Huh. Most folks just assume he's some mindless
beast.

Sumia: Oh it's so nice to have someone to talk to about this sort of thing...
Do you have a minute to talk more? Chat about pegasi and the like? ...I mean,
if you don't mind? I know you're very busy. ...I don't mean to intrude.

Sully: Pfft! Intrude? I could talk horses until the cows come home!

Sumia: Oh, wonderful! Let me just put on some tea and we can-

Sully: Hold it right there, girlie! You just combed that horse top to bottom.
You deserve a rest. You relax and put your feet up-I'll make the tea this
time.

Sumia: Oh! Um, all right.

Sully: I'll be right back!

Sumia: Hee hee, I've never seen Sully look so excited about anything
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Sumia B

Sully: I spiced the tea with crowberry extract and a dash of mustard. Do you
like it?

Sumia: It's wonderful! Thank you, Sully. Did I tell you I bought this tea
from a traveling merchant? It's a rare blend.

Sully: Har! You don't see many merchants selling tea in these troubled times.

Sumia: But troubled times are when people need a nice cup of tea most! That's
what the merchant said, anyway, and I'm inclined to agree with her.

Sully: Works for me! Let's forget about war for a bit and just have a nice
chat...

Sumia: Oh, yes, let's! That would be so nice! Um... So... What should we talk
about? I told you everything I know about horses. I guess we could have
some... girl talk?

Sully: Oooo! Does little Sumia want to confess her forbidden love?

Sumia: S-Sully! Shhhhhh! Someone might hear you!

Sully: Har har! I saw right through you on that one! C'mon, we're both women
of the world, right? We know which way the wind blows. And what are friend
for if not to hear confession of a sultry midnight passion?!

Sumia: Well it's hardly... Heh, all right, then. But you have to go first!

Sully: M-me?! But I... I mean I don't... Dammit, Sumia! That's hardly fair!

Sumia: Hee hee! You're funny when you're flustered.

Sully: W-well, it doesn't matter anyway. My love life's duller than a sack of
flour.

Sumia: Heh, you're so shy all of a sudden! You weren't like this when we were
talking about pegasi.

Sully: Yeah, but that's a HORSE! I can talk about horses all damn day.
Love's just so... Er, you know? Lovey.

Sumia: ...Would you rather talk about horses some more, Sully?

Sully: Hell yes!
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Sumia A

Sully: Huh. When you put 'em side by side, there's hardly any difference at
all...
If not for the wings, pegasi and horses would look exactly the same.

Sumia: They even eat the same food! Maybe they're cousins of one sort or
another.

Sully: It's just odd. How the hell did pegasi end up with wings?

Sumia: I've always wondered how the horses lost theirs.

Sully: Har! I never thought of it that way! In either case, they're strange
animals.
Although I guess you can say that about almost anything. Dragons... People...

Sumia: I think that every creature is weird and wonderful in its own way!
..Except cows. Cows just annoy me.

Sully: When I was a kid, I was taught that the gods made all the world's
creatures. So then I asked who made the gods! ...Har! That shut 'em up right
quick.

Sumia: Oh, I do so hate ponderous questions like that. They only serve to
remind me how little we know about anything.

Sully: Yeah, I know how you feel. We make up all these stories and legends to
explain crap we don't understand... But they usually make even less sense
that just saying "we don't know"!

Sumia: That's how we end up fighting wars over ideas. Because no one knows
who's right.

Sully: I guess war is inevitable when everyone has their own version of the
truth.

Sumia: I'd like to think that one day we can live in a world that doesn't
know war.

Sully: Know what? I think that day's coming. ...And maybe sooner than you
think.

Sumia: That would give us more time to drink tea!

Sully: And talk about horses!

Sumia: Hee hee! Yes, of course.
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Virion*

12. Libra C

Libra: It's remarkable how much rubbish an army on the march leaves behind!
I'd best pitch in and help clean up. ...Ungh! This is heavier than it looks!
*Gasp* It suddenly feels lighter! But how?!

Virion: Such slender, delicate arms are ill-suited to this kind of work!

Libra: ...Virion?

Virion: Please! Allow gentle Virion to carry this! I think there's a pillow
over there that needs moving if you want to help.

Libra: Oh. Yes, well, thank you, Virion.

Virion: Think nothing of it, milady! A woman of your beauty shouldn't be
reduced to hauling trash.

Libra: ......

Virion: What's the matter, sweet Libra? Did I say something wrong?

Libra: I'm a man.

Virion: Ha ha ha! Not only are you beautiful, you have wit to... Erm, to
match? Yes? Hmm... Except now that I look more closely at your face... *gulp*

Libra: It's all right. it happens a lot. I'm sorry I was cross.

Virion: You had every right to be cross, good sir! Ah ha ha! Oh, my. How
could I, Virion, make such an error? Me! VIRION! Oh my stars...

Libra: Are you all right?

Virion: N-nothing! It's just that... your eyes are... so very shiny and
pretty... Like two pools... of... something...

Libra: Can we just get back to work?
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Libra B

Libra: Virion? What happened to you? Your left cheek is red and swollen. Did
someone strike you?

Virion: What, this? It's nothing! Just a memento from the trenches of love's
battlefield. You see, I spied a pretty lass walking down the road, and asked
her if she was a woman. ha ha! Oh, you should have heard the sound of her
palm upon my cheek! Yes, well, one can't be too sure about these things, can
one? Ah ha! Ha. ...Yes.

Libra: How... unfortunate.

Virion: Damnation, Libra! I've been like this ever since I mistook you! When
I approach a woman, I'm frozen by the fear of committing another blunder! You
have thrown gallant Virion off his game, and the world suffers as a a result!

Libra: Er, I'm sorry?

Virion: When I look at your soft, milky skin and glowing, lustrous locks of
hair... Well, it occurs to me that you must come from a very coddled
background! Perhaps one of the finer noble houses? Royalty, even? Pray, tell
me, good la-sir! Ha ha! Most good and noble sir! What is your lineage?

Libra: Sorry, Virion. I'm not from a noble house. In fact, I was born to
poor, humble parents who neglected me as a child. I only escaped their
cruelty when I found the faith.

Virion: Extraordinary! You're no tame rose gently cultivated in a well-tended
garden... But a wild bloom that struggled out of barren soil with petals
reaching for the sky! As well as being profoundly beautiful, you're also
tough and tenacious!

Libra: Please, sir. Such praise makes me uncomfortable. I am but a humble
servant of the gods.

Virion: Oh my! Look how your milky cheeks blush when I compliment you! It's
so... Er... Yes! Right then! Good to see you again, old chum!

Libra: Virion? You are a very strange man.

Virion: (That I could possess only a tenth of his beauty... It's enchanting!)
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Libra A

Libra: I suppose I'd best get started.

Virion: Ho, Libra! That's a mighty pile of lumber you have there!

Libra: Yes, it is. The temple nearby is short of firewood, so I thought to do
a little log splitting.

Virion: You mustn't ruin those perfect hands! Here, let me help.

Libra: No, please. I've got this.

Virion: No, no, I insist! As one friend to the other! Now let's get chopping.
(Time passes)

Virion: *Pant, pant* L-Libra? S-stop chopping... I implore you... M-my
arms... So... tired and... rubbery...

Libra: What are you talking about? We're barely halfway done.

Virion: H-halfway?! I've been... swinging that... that infernal axe... for
hours... Or has it been days? I know not... M-my mind is... confused...
Visions of logs... piled before me... A mighty tower... reaching to the
sky... Which, when I look around me, isn't very far from the truth! What army
of madmen collected this uncountable mass of dead trees?

Libra: I did.

Virion: Y-you gathered ALL these by yourself? B-but how?

Libra: I picked them up and I carried them. It's simple, really. Here, are
you done resting? This bundle needs to go over there.

Virion: Er, very well, if you insis-OOF! I-it's heavier... *grunt* ...than it
l-looks... J-just... got...to... h-hang on... a little... bit... longer...
OH, BLAST!

Libra: Virion, look out!

Virion: Hm? I... I'm still alive...? I remember toppling backward with that
massive weight in my arms...

Libra: It's all right, I caught hold of you just in time.

Virion: Libra! You saved me!

Libra: It would appear so. Are you unharmed?

Virion: Er, yes. I think so.

Libra: Good. Now perhaps we should take that rest after all. Forgive me. I
shouldn't have pushed you to work so hard.

Virion: Hmm... From this angle, Libra looks quite different. Very manly, in
fact. That big brow... Those massive knuckles...

Libra: Sorry? Did you say something?

Virion: Who, me? Oh, er, no. Nothing of import, my good man! Er, friend.
Man... friend. *Ahem* Anyway, you are a stout comrade, Libra, and I thank you
for saving me.

Libra: Hah! Think nothing of it, Virion. I consider you a trusted friend as
well.
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Stahl*

12. Kellam C

Kellam: Er, Stahl?

Stahl: WAH! Gracious me, Kellam! How long have you been lurking there?

Kellam: Oh, I don't know, 20 minutes? They said you were looking for me, and-

Stahl: 20 minutes?! Good heavens, Kellam. Next time, clear your throat or
something. Anyways, yes. I have a question for you.

Kellam: Sure. How can I help?

Stahl: I'm just wondering... How do you feel when you're engaged with a foe?

Kellam: When I'm engaged with a foe? Well, pretty normal, I guess... Why do
you ask?

Stahl: Hmm... You see, the thing is - in battle, I often feel unsettled and
nervous. I worry that I may be letting my colleagues down out in the field.
You, on the other hand, always appear perfectly unflappable in combat.

Kellam: I may LOOK unflappable, but inside I'm really quite nervous... Even
scared sometimes. Why, I remember this one time-

Stahl: Lies! I don't believe that for a second. Whenever I look at you,
you're poised, calm and in total control.

Kellam: ...Wait. You SEE me? On the battlefield? No one EVER notices me out
there. I tend to blend in you see...

Stahl: Yes, yes, we all know about your little issue. But what I want to
discuss-

Kellam: Gosh, though. If I'm not invisible, I'd better be more careful out
there! This has been a big help, talking to you. Thanks so much!

Stahl: Oh, you're perfectly wel- Hey, wait a second! I was the one looking
for help here! Huh? Where'd he go? Well, all right, then. If that oaf can be
cool and collected, I can be too! I'll just have to work twice as hard at it.
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Kellam B

Kellam: Hey, Stahl?

Stahl: Ah, there you are, Kellam! I was searching high and low for you.

Kellam: Yeah, sometimes the sun glints off my armour and makes me hard to
spot. And sometimes people just don't look hard enough.

Stahl: Listen, do you remember our discussion from the other day?

Kellam: About how I feel on the battlefield?

Stahl: Right! I said you were unflappable and you said it wasn't true and so
on and so forth.

Kellam: Right. But you see-

Stahl: Well, the thing is, I don't think I quite got my point across. I'm not
just nervous out there, Kellam. I'm actually rather terrified! I even carry
an extra fauld just in case- Well, just in case.

Kellam: Yes, but you see-

Stahl: But I have a plan! I'm going to study your behaviour and become just
like you! I must know everything - your preparation, your training, AND your
daily routine.

Kellam: Bu, how will you-

Stahl: By watching and observing! By engaging you in the most meticulous
study one man has ever done to another!

Kellam: Er, that might be a bit of a problem.

Stahl: Dastard! Would you prefer I quake in terror on the battlefield?

Kellam: Well, no. But if you want to watch me, you have to be able to SEE me.
And most people have a hard time doing that.

Stahl: Hmm...

Kellam: Maybe you should follow someone else around. Frederick is pretty
brave.

Stahl: No, It must be you, and no other! And if you're that hard to spot,
I'll just have to practice finding you!

Kellam: I don't understand why it has to be me, Stahl.

Stahl: Because we are the same, you and I! Meek and unassertive, yet clever!
Why, if not for my devilish good looks, we could be brothers!

Kellam: Um, okay?

Stahl: Of all the Shepherds, you are the most suitable model for me to
follow. So, Kellam! Prepare to be watched!

Kellam: I have a bad feeling about this...
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Kellam A

Stahl: Ahoy, Kellam!

Kellam: Oh, you saw me first! That's a change.

Stahl: Ha ha! I have been practicing, my good man! I've honed my powers of
observation to a razor-like sharpness! I can now find you from a distance of
five armlengths away.

Kellam: Gosh, you were serious, weren't you? About trying to learn from me?

Stahl: Of course I was serious. And what's more, I believe I have met with
success! I have seen, for example, that you laugh and cry, just like everyone
else. But it's very subtle- you don't wear emotions on that enormous metal
sleeve.

Kellam: Well, I AM human, you know?

Stahl: And what's more, I noticed that you act quite differently on the
battle field. I see now your tension and nervousness, and that is a great
relief to me!

Kellam: ...Relief?

Stahl: Relief that I'm not the only one who feels so when faced with certain
death!

Kellam: But, I told you that in the very begin-

Stahl: Now, here's the REAL difference between me and you... You accept your
fear, and yet you are its master! Like a dog in the hunt, you unleash it to
bring forth terrible, slathering death!

Kellam: I don't... understand what you're saying.

Stahl: Well, thanks to your example, I'm now more confident than ever. You've
been a great help, Kellam. I hope I haven't been too much of a nuisance! Ha
ha!

Kellam: Er, no. On the contrary... I feel better about myself now.

Stahl: Oh?

Kellam: You're just about the first person who's taken any notice of me.
..Or cared. Frankly it's been a real shot in the arm.

Stahl: Oh! Well then, how delightful!
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12. Donnel C

Donnel: Mmm... Hmm... Aw, pig plot! This is all mumbo jumbo to me!

Stahl: Are you trying to read that magic scroll? Good gods, Donny. Here now,
take a break and have a soothing cup of nettle tea. It's a little bitter, but
it'll settle your nerves if you can keep it down.

Donnel: Thank ya kindly, Stahl.

Stahl: Think nothing of it. And once you're calm, THEN start thinking about
what kind of soldier you want to be.

Donnel: How'd ya know that's what I was doin'? I ain't said nothin' about it
to ya.

Stahl: This morning you were picking locks, then you were practicing archery.
Now I find you attempting to decipher a scroll to "smite thine enemies with
fire".
Either you're incredibly bored, or you aren't satisfied with your current
role.

Donnel: Welp, I 'spose the cat's outta the bag now... Hey, Stahl. Yer pretty
clever. What do ya reckon I should do?

Stahl: Well, I don't know anything about tomes or magic staves... But I'm a
keen student of weapons, especially sharp ones. You could do what I did and
watch the experienced sellswords and knights.

Donnel: And then I could learn what weapon might work best fer me!
Gosh, that's a dilly of an idea!

Stahl: But remember, it's not enough to just pick a weapon you like. You need
training and- Did he just leave? Good heavens, he's an eager one, isn't he?
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Donnel B

Donnel: Howdy, Stahl! Just the gentleman I was hopin' to run into.

Stahl: Do you have a question?

Donnel: Could you... go over yonder? ...No, just a little bit farther.

Stahl: Are you trying to make me fall into that pit trap you dug?

Donnel: Aw, donkey bottoms! I ain't never gonna get the hang of this.

Stahl: Easy, Donny. Don't look so glum. You still have time to learn.

Donnel: But I done tried so many different things, and I'm useless at all of
'em! I just wanna find one thing I'm better at than everyone else. Thought it
might be booby traps, but shuck my corn if that's the case now...

Stahl: Trying to be better than everyone is an ambitious goal that few ever
achieve. Take me for example. Average strength, sklls, and looks. Nothing
stands out. Compared to everyone else in the Shepherds, I'm as dull as can
be.

Donnel: Aw, Stahl, that ain't true! ...Well, maybe it's a bit true.

Stahl: The point is, Donny, I still have a role. We can't all be the best at
something, but we CAN provide a unique blend of skills.

Donnel: So we're the best... at bein' ourselves? Reckon that ain't much of
anythin'.

Stahl: Just keep practicing what you know, and take care of yourself on the
battlefield. Talents will come to light when you least expect them.

Donnel: Well, if ya say so...
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Donnel A

Stahl: With every battle, the enemy grows more numerous and deadly...

Donnel: Ain't that the truth! Sure am glad we got Avatar plottin' strategy
for us.
She's/He's awful good at gettin' the most outta this here army.

Stahl: Ah, so you've noticed.

Donnel: Sure have! With Avatar at the helm, everything's easy! We just gotta
carry out orders as best we can.

Stahl: And the battle is not won by those who are best at one thing, is it?
It takes all of us working in unison to achieve victory. Of course, we must
take the time to hone and improve our skills... But in the end, how we fight
as a group determines if we shall prevail.

Donnel: Gosh, Stahl! When you put it like that, it makes me sound pretty
important.

Stahl: That's because you are! Now then, I think it's time for our midday
meal. Shall we go to- ...Waaah!

Donnel: Yee-haw! Looks like I'm better at trap settin' that you are to trap
spottin'! Gosh, but you sure looked funny when that fake floor collapsed
under yer feet!

Stahl: Yes, that was... very clever. Now get me out of here!
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Vaike*

12. Lon'qu C

Vaike: Spinnin' backslash, comin' at ya! HIYAAAAAARGH!

Lon'qu: ...Hya!

Vaike: Sweet ogre pie, that was well evaded! You're a quick little bugger.

Lon'qu: Idiot! You nearly removed my head.

Vaike: Now, now, don't get your smallclothes in a twist. I was just testin'
ya, that's all.

Lon'qu: Testing me?

Vaike: That's right. And you'll be pleased to know, you've met-nay, exceeded
expectations! You can be my squire and pupil, and I'll see if I can't make a
real warrior outta ya.

Lon'qu: I'm going to assume this is just an elaborate joke.

Vaike: C'mon, whaddya say? You can be my right-hand man!

Lon'qu: ...Gods, he's serious. I have no desire to be your pupil, fool!

Vaike: Sure ya do! Everyone does! No need to play hard to get.

Lon'qu: Such persistence! ...Very well. If you defeat me, I'll consider it.

Vaike: But you haven't had any trainin' yet! It wouldn't be fair.

Lon'qu: Where I'm from, strength is the only law that matters.

Vaike: Well, I guess that's simple enough. All right, then! Are ya ready?

Lon'qu: Always.
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Lon'qu B

Vaike: So this is where you're hidin', Lon'qu! You and me need to have
another fight!

Lon'qu: I will give you as many as it takes.

Vaike: Don't get cocky on me, now! I've been practicin' since the last one.
This time I'll thump ya good, and then you'll have to be my squire!

Lon'qu: I have no doubt you have become stronger and more adept. But I have
not been sitting idly by. I, too, have grown stronger.

Vaike: Really? Oh. Well, damn. So how about this? Let's have you stop
trainin' for, say, three days. That'll give me a chance to catch up and make
it a fair fight.

Lon'qu: If strength is the only law, then tell me why I would do such a
thing.

Vaike: Well, because... I have a dream. And I need someone like you to make
it come true.

Lon'qu: ...A dream?

Vaike: Why, yes! Glad ya asked! See, what I wanna do is-

Lon'qu: Enough! I care only for two things: the strength of your arm and the
mettle of your blade.

Vaike: Sooo, that's a yes then?

Lon'qu: If it's a fight you want, then a fight you shall have! Begin!
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Lon'qu A

Vaike: Lon'qu! This time I'm ready for ya, and no mistake!

Lon'qu: After your last showing, I thought you'd be finished with duels. How
many times must I defeat you before you admit failure?

Vaike: I ain't a man who gives up a dream because of a setback! ...Or, uh,
two.

Lon'qu: Surely there are other candidates to be your protégé? Perhaps you can
even defeat some of them.

Vaike: Graagh! No, no, and no again! It has to be you, and none other! It
ain't just your skill with the blade. It's the way ya fight in battle. You've
got fire in ya! A warrior's passion!

Lon'qu: I don't-

Vaike: I need that passion to fuel my dream. That's the only way it'll come
true.

Lon'qu: You seem to possess more than enough passion yourself.

Vaike: See, that's EXACTLY my point! We birds of a feather gotta stand
together! I light the fuse, you provide the fuel, and then we kick heinie all
over!

Lon'qu: Perhaps you have a point.

Vaike: Of course I do!

Lon'qu: But we must be equals. I refuse to function as either pupil or
squire.

Vaike: Partners, eh? Sounds good to me!

Lon'qu: Then why didn't you say so sooner? BEFORE we had all those fights?!

Vaike: I dunno. Guess it never occurred to me. Anyway, ya wanna hear my
dream?

Lon'qu: No. So long as you can hold your own in combat, I shall be satisfied.
Until the next battle... partner.
(Lon'qu leaves)

Vaike: W-wait! I gotta tell ya my dream! How can we be partners if I don't?
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Miriel*

12. Cherche C

Cherche: That's your claws trimmed. Now spread your wings so I can wash
underneath... That's it. Good girl, Minerva!

Miriel: ...?

Cherche: Oh, hello, Miriel. How long have you been standing there staring at
Minerva? You seem utterly entranced. Do you like wyverns?

Miriel: No. Not at all.

Cherche: Oh, all right... You don't have to be so blunt about it, you know.

Miriel: ...My apologies. I was absorbed in my observations and forgot others
desire a modicum of tact. That wyvern you have there appears to comprehend
human speech.

Cherche: She's a very smart girl.

Miriel: I've read reports which claimed that ancient dragons possess the
power of language. However. I'd not heard that living wyverns were capable of
such feats.

Cherche: Well, sounds like you've stumbled upon the discovery of the century,
then!

Miriel: Perhaps. Although it will still need to be peer-reviewed before
publication.
Will you allow me to continue observing the creature and further expand my
thesis?

Cherche: Sure, we wouldn't mind that. Would we, Minerva? ...... She says that
would be fine. ...She also likes your hat.

Miriel: Fascinating
=====================================================
Cherche B

Miriel: Now, Minerva. What's this?

Cherche: ...She says it's an apple. Did I tell you she loves apples? Her
favorite snacks are live goats, but apples run a close second.

Miriel: I see. Tell me, Minerva, how old are you now?

Cherche: ...She says she just turned 20.

Miriel: Interesting.

Cherche: So, what do you say, Miriel? Ready to go public with the discovery
of the century?

Miriel: No. I'm afraid I will have to rewrite my entire thesis based on new
information.

Cherche: Oh? How so?

Miriel: It is clear the subject, Minerva, does in fact respond to human
language.
However, there is no causational evidence that she understands the words
themselves. It is also evident that you and the beast share a special and
unique bond. Most-like this connection enables a mutual grasp of thoughts,
emotions, and intent. In conclusion, there is but one rational explanation
for Minerva's apparent skill. The answer lies with you, rather than the
wyvern.

Cherche: With...me?

Miriel: You are the only person able to engage in this direct communication.</pre><pre id="faqspan-23">
Other humans can no more talk to Minerva than to a lizard or squirrel. Rather
than a talking wyvern, I believe I've discovered a human that speaks wyvern.

Cherche: That's not so special. Many humans say they can communicate with
their pets.

Miriel: Hmm... I'd not considered it in such a light. Clearly more
investigation is warranted.
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Cherche A

Miriel: Hmm. It appears that Cherche is absent today.
(Minerva roars)
Miriel: Two decibels louder and you would have caused permanent hearing loss,
Minerva. I assume you are expressing displeasure caused from hunger, yes?
I have an apple here in my sleeve. Would you like it? ...... ...... Could you
please release my arm from your jaws before it is torn off?

Cherche: Minerva, stop that! Let go of her arm! Oh, I'm SO sorry, Miriel! Are
you alright?

Miriel: I am fine. Clearly she meant no injury, elsewise I would be less the
arm.

Cherche: Hee hee...

Miriel: I fail to see the humor in the situation. Were I a barrister, I could
take you for all that you were worth.

Cherche: I'm sorry. I was just thinking how nice it is that you two have
become friends.

Miriel: Friends? Do you think so?

Cherche: How did you know she was hungry otherwise?

Miriel: It was a logical assumption. ...Wait. No, it was not. Fascinating.
Perhaps I am acquiring your knowledge of wyvernspeak?

Cherche: Nope. It just means that when you get to know a wyvern, you start to
understand her.

Miriel: I'd not considered that such a thing might be possible for the
layperson.

Cherche: Apparently so.

Miriel: How utterly fascinating! I must now expand my investigation to
include myself as a subject. That is, if you will allow me to continue to
interact with Minerva? In fact, I hope you will be my partner in what is
becoming a fruitful field of inquiry!

Cherche: Well, it's not just up to me.

Miriel: Ah, of course. ...Minerva, will you continue to help in my research?
(Minerva roars)
Miriel: ...... I believe that was affirmative.

Cherche: It certainly was!
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Sumia*

12. Cordelia C

Sumia: I'll be safe... I'll be dead... I'll be safe... I'll be dead...

Cordelia: Sumia, what are you doing?

Sumia: Oh, just seeing how I'll get on in the next battle.

Cordelia: ...By pulling petals off a flower?

Sumia: Yes. ...Why? Is that strange?

Cordelia: Well, no stranger than any other attempt to foretell the future, I
suppose. I don't put much stock in horoscopes. Fate is what you make it, I
always say.

Sumia: I wish I was strong as you, Cordelia.

Cordelia: How so?

Sumia: You have so much confidence in yourself you actually think you can
control even fate. I'm just thrilled if I can walk through camp without
tripping on a stool.

Cordelia: Our only limits are the ones we place on ourselves.

Sumia: But...

Cordelia: In fact, it's time you got rid of yours. First rule: no more flower
fortunes.

Sumia: What?! But how will I-

Cordelia: Second rule: no questions! You don't need some weed to tell you
what to do, Sumia. You control your own destiny. Trust me on this.

Sumia: Er, okay...
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Cordelia B

Cordelia: Well met, Sumia. How are you doing?

Sumia: Oh! H-hi, Cordelia! I'm great! Wonderful, actually! Thanks for asking
me!

Cordelia: ...What's the matter?

Sumia: The matter? Ha ha ha ha! Oh, you and your matter!

Cordelia: ...You're hiding something behind your back.

Sumia: Hm? Hiding something? Oh, no, I don't think so. I just like to
streeeeeeetch my arms like this... Ahhh...

Cordelia: You're doing flower fortunes again, aren't you?

Sumia: N-no! That's insane! You're talking like an insane person!

Cordelia: Then show me.

Sumia: Show you what? I don't have anythi-

Cordelia: SUMIA!

Sumia: Okay! Here! Take it!

Cordelia: You promised you'd stop this nonsense, remember?

Sumia: No, I didn't promise anything! You just ordered me to! You don't
understand. Cordelia! I NEED my fortunes!

Cordelia: Why?

Sumia: Because they give me hope,  and that inspires me to do my best...

Cordelia: But what if you get a bad fortune?

Sumia: Oh, I just keep trying until a good one pops up agian!

Cordelia: *Sigh* Well... if they're that important to you...

Sumia: Oh, but they are! You'll see! I'll show you how much they help.

Cordelia: I still disapprove of such superstitious nonsense, but if you
insist...

Sumia: Yay! Thanks, Cordelia! You won't regret it!
=====================================================
Cordelia A

Cordelia: You've been looking strong and confident these past few days,
Sumia.

Sumia: It's all because of my flower fortunes. I told you they helped!

Cordelia: Yes, I suppose I'm going to have to just accept them. Still, I wish
I understood why they held such sway over you.

Sumia: Remember when you said I had to stop? Well, I did- for a bit, at
least. But the whole time, I felt confused and... adrift.

Cordelia: Why?

Sumia: Do you know how scary it is to go through life without knowing what'll
happen next?

Cordelia: Er, actually, that's pretty much the human condition.

Sumia: Not if you use fortunes!

Cordelia: You know fortunes are random, right? They have zero basis in fact.

Sumia: You're missing the point! They don't have to be right!

Cordelia: They don't?

Sumia: If the fortune is good, you work hard to keep things the same so it
won't change. And if it's a bad fortune, then you work hard to change things
so you can avoid it! Either way, you end up working to make the future how
you want it.

Cordelia: That is... the most sensible nonsense I have ever heard.

Sumia: The fortunes motivate me to keep doing my very best!

Cordelia: Hmm... I think I see now. I saw fortune-telling as a way to avoid
taking responsibility for your future. But the way you use it is the exact
opposite...

Sumia: Exactly! The funny thing is, I never even realized it until you made
me quit. So even if your advice was completely terrible, it was still useful
in the end!

Cordelia: Er, you're welcome. ...I think. The important thing is that you
have your confidence back. As for me, I'll stick to making my own future.

Sumia: Oh yeah? I've got another flower here... Wanna hear how that future
will turn out?
____________________________________________________________

Kellam*

13. Donnel C

Kellam: *Cough*

Donnel: WAH! Gosh, Kellam, you 'bout near killed me just now! Where the
heck'd ya come from?!

Kellam: You're planting bilberry bushes, aren't you? They're my favourite
crop. You know, if you mix the soil with clover and pig dung, the berries get
extra juicy.

Donnel: Shuck my corn! I never knew you was a farmer!

Kellam: Well, my father tilled the soil, but my brothers and I helped out in
the fields. If you want, I could help you out, too.

Donnel: That's a mighty kind offer, Kellam! I'd surely 'preciate it! I'm
plantin' the bushes in pots so's I can move 'em about, but there's just so
many... Folks think berry pickin's a doddle, but they're dead wrong.

Kellam: It's been a while since I mucked around in the soil. Truth is, I kind
of miss it.

Donnel: Well, I'm much obliged. You mind startin' on them pots in the stores
tent?

Kellam: Goodness, that's an awful lot of bilberry bushes! There must be...
hundreds.

Donnel: Seein' as how they're so popular, I wanted to make sure I had enough
for everyone.

Kellam: *Sigh* Welp, guess I'd better get to work...
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Donnel B

Donnel: What'n blazes am I gonna do now?

Kellam: What's wrong, Donnel?

Donnel: It's my plants- they ain't exactly thrivin'. Look how droopy and
yeller they are! Sure wish I knew why it was. S'pose they might need more
sun...

Kellam: But why would only these plants here be affected? Those others seem
fine.

Donnel: A'yup. It's a real head-scratcher. *scratch, scratch* Gosh darn it! I
water 'em every day and talk to 'em each evenin'! Heck, I even tried singin'!

Kellam: Perhaps they're not getting enough nutrients? A problem with the
soil?

Donnel: Well, now that you mention it... When we all rushed out to meet the
last attack, some'a them pots got knocked over. I righted 'em as fast as I
could and grabbed some earth to replace the soil what spilled.

Kellam: Ah! Perhaps the earth you added doesn't suit the plants?

Donnel: But how am I gonna replace it? If what you say is right, then the
dirt 'round these parts ain't no good.

Kellam: Well, we could skim a bit of the good soil from each of the healthy
pots. There must be hundreds of them in the stores, so there's plenty to go
around.

Donnel: Say now... That might just work! You're as clever as an old fox,
Kellam!

Kellam: Oh, I'm no smarter than the next man. I just spend a lot of time
alone. It gives me plenty of opportunities to think.

Donnel: Donkey dung! I'd wager you're the cleverest fella in all the
Shepherds!

Kellam: That's kind of you to say, but I very much doubt it.

Donnel: I got a copper coin what says you is!
=====================================================
Donnel A

Kellam: Hello, Donnel. I heard through the grapevine that the bilberries
ripened. Have you been serving them to everyone in camp?

Donnel: With brown sugar and cream! Everyone loves 'em! I thought I had loads
and loads, but everyone gobbled 'em up so fast... Land sakes! They was gone
'fore I knew it!

Kellam: Well, that's great!

Donnel: They made me promise to serve more once I had a new crop. You think
them bushes there are ready? The berries are kinda red.

Kellam: Well, hold on. Let me try one. ...Ptooie! Sorry, Donny. These boys
need another few weeks at least.

Donnel: All right then. S'pose I should cool my heels for a spell. I'm mighty
glad I spoke to Kellam the Genius before collectin' 'em!

Kellam: I told you, I'm not that clever. I just happen to-

Donnel: I wish I had half yer brains! Remember them plants what was all
droopy and dyin'? Well, I changed the soil like you said and got me a bumper
crop! I wager coppers to pebbles your pa and ma miss havin' you around the
farm.

Kellam: Most days, they didn't know I was there. They never asked my opinion
or anything.

Donnel: Well, that's about the dumbest darn thing I ever done heard!

Kellam: Gee, Donny. You're the first person who's ever appreciated my advice.

Donnel: Who wouldn't 'preciate it? You got brains oozin' out yer ears! Say,
you'll stick around to teach me more stuff, right?

Kellam: Well, sure. I'll try to help however I can. But... isn't it strange
I'm teaching you about farming and not fighting?

Donnel: Heck no! I'm already plannin' for the peace to come! When these
troubles are over, honest folk are gonna return to their farms. We need to be
ready so we can bring life back to this here land!

Kellam: Perhaps when the time comes, I could help with that.

Donnel: You'd do that for me? Gosh, thanks, Kellam!

Kellam: Then it's a deal. First, we finish this war...

Donnel: Then we plant enough bilberries to make pies fer everyone!
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Lon'qu*

12. Gregor C

Lon'qu: .....

Gregor: Oy, Lon'qu. Why are you having furrowed brow and narrow eyes? Gregor
is ally and friend, not foe.

Lon'qu: I know all about you, Gregor. Basilio told me. He says that you are
the only sellsword to ever match him in single combat.

Gregor: Oy, that is from distant past. Gregor barely remember those times.

Lon'qu: I have also heard that you were once a candidate to become khan of
Regna Ferox.

Gregor: Ho ho! You send Gregor on trip to memory street. He was forgetting
about that!

Lon'qu: So, the stories are true? In that case, I challenge you to a duel!

Gregor: Do not wave sword in Gregor's face. Edge is seeming very sharp.

Lon'qu: I wish to fight using real weapons. A true duel for true stakes!

Gregor: You forget Gregor is sellsword and professional. Gregor is not
unsheathing sword unless someone is paying him much gold.

Lon'qu: Craven... Have you no pride? Or do you fear the wrath of Lon'qu?

Gregor: Gregor is fearing no man. But he also does not fight without clink of
coin. Besides, you waste your time, yes? A fight with me will not make you
strong.

Lon'qu: .....

Gregor: Enough. Gregor and Lon'qu are comrade-in-arms, yes? No more talk of
fighting.
(Gregor leaves)

Lon'qu: Damn him...
=====================================================
Gregor B

Lon'qu: Here, Gregor. Catch.

Gregor: Oh? Is little bag of coins. You give Gregor pocket money?

Lon'qu: You said a sellsword never fights unless it's for money, right? Well,
there's your money. Now I order you to fight me for true.

Gregor: Oy, you know how to persuade Gregor. Jingly coins is like music in
his ears. But please, tell Gregor why you are wanting to fight him so badly.
You are thinking is first stage in defeating Basilio, yes?

Lon'qu: When I paid your fee, I don't remember asking you to prattle on like
a hen.

Gregor: Oy, this one is being strict paymaster. Okay, we fight. But first,
conditions! We are being comrades in same army, so no fighting "until death."
"Until death" makes many people very sad. Especially ladies.

Lon'qu: We will stop when one of us yields or overwhelming victory is
assured.

Gregor: Agreed. Now, when we are beginning?

Lon'qu: No time like the present...

Gregor: Ho! ...Okay. Gregor win.

Lon'qu: What?

Gregor: Oh? You do not notice? Look at chest. See? Gregor's sword is already
poised to thrust.

Lon'qu: H-how did you-

Gregor: Ah, yes. Gregor sees chink in armor. Here, at throat.

Lon'qu: Mngh!

Gregor: Don't move. If sneezing even tiny bit, sword goes into neck. Very
messy. This counts as "overwhelming victory assurance," yes?

Lon'qu: Damn you... You only won through trickery!

Gregor: Is no trick! Is speed! Is also why Basilio so much stronger than
Lon'qu.

Lon'qu: Curse you...

Gregor: Lon'qu is young fool now, but Gregor sees much potential. You will
learn.
=====================================================
Gregor A

Lon'qu: Gregor...

Gregor: Lon'qu wants another duel, yes?

Lon'qu: No. I came to apologize. I concede that you beat me fairly in our
duel. You are right. I am both young and a fool. I need more battle
experience. It's the only way I will gain the wisdom required to anticipate
your sly moves.

Gregor: Ho ho! Of course, and knowing is half of battle! You are needing
those things, yes? But also you are needing to learn how to handle sword.

Lon'qu: Are you implying-

Gregor: Do not make Gregor repeat self. You need spend time with Gregor so he
can be teaching sword skills.

Lon'qu: I thought sellswords only fight for money.

Gregor: Gregor say that once. But in recent days, he is starting to change
thinking. Gregor is feeling loyalty to Shepherds, and wants to helping in all
ways.

Lon'qu: Then I demand you teach me everything you know!

Gregor: You have angry passion of young man. But Gregor is liking that! You
remind him of young Gregor when he was being very hotheaded! Let us make with
the training, then Gregor whip you into shape!
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Ricken*

13. Gregor C

Ricken: Gregor! Heeeeeey, Gregor!

Gregor: Is no need for bellowing like crazy person. Gregor is old, but ears
still hearing fine.

Ricken: So, okay. I need you to tell me everything you remember about the
last battle. I was way at the back behind the fighters, so I couldn't see
anything at the front line.

Gregor: Hmm... Why you want to know? Ricken is writing history of battles?

Ricken: Exactly!

Gregor: Gregor not minding to answer questions, but why do you do this thing?

Ricken: If we keep detailed records, we can learn from them and do better the
next time.

Gregor: Is serious boy, here! Gregor like that. Okay, Gregor helps. In last
battle, Gregor fought on front line. At his side was-

Ricken: Er, actually, you can skip the stuff you did. I don't need that. I
just need to know about Chrom. This history's about him and me.

Gregor: Ho ho! Ricken has hero worship for big manly Chrom, eh?

Ricken: Hero worship? Ha! All Chrom does is treat me like a child. My plan is
to keep a detailed record of all the stuff the two of us do in battle. Then
he'll have no choice but to recognize me as a full-blown Shepherd soldier.
Anyway! Can we get back to my question?

Gregor: Gregor wishes he were Chrom so he, too, have party of fawning
flunkies...
=====================================================
Gregor B

Ricken: Hey, Gregor! I've got another question!

Gregor: Again, Gregor has sensitive ears. Screaming like wild beast is not
needed. Now let Gregor guess- you want to know how Chrom did in fight today,
yes? Gregor expected more questions, so he watches Chrom with eye of hawk. Go
on then, make with the asking.

Ricken: Actually, I don't want to ask about Chrom. I want to ask about you!

Gregor: Oy? Why this, now?

Ricken: Because I was behind you when you were fighting in the thick of the
action. You were totally amazing! I've never seen anyone fight like that
before.

Gregor: Oh ho! You must never pay attention to Gregor on battlefield before,
yes?

Ricken: Yeah, I figured you were too old to be interesting.

Gregor: Ah, yes. Gregor is enjoying brutal honesty of small children...

Ricken: Hey, I'm not a child, I'm a grown man! Anyway, in the last battle, I
watched almost everything you did. I mean, I didn't want to at first, but you
were so quick and strong. I didn't think those moves were possible for such
an old man.

Gregor: Gregor will take compliment. Even if you are no wanting to look at
"old man" in beginning.

Ricken: Aw, come one, I didn't mean to say it quite like that.

Gregor: Is okay. Gregor is having very thick skins. So, what about questions?

Ricken: Oh, right. Okay, so first of all...
=====================================================
Gregor A

Gregor: Greetings, little Ricken.

Ricken: Hey, Gregor. Hang on one second, okay? I'm just finishing up the
latest chapter.

Gregor: Still writing your history of battles? Gregor is thinking you had
given up by now.

Ricken: I haven't missed a single one since I started keeping records!
Someday I'll become Chrom's right-hand man, and I'm going to need this book.

Gregor: Gregor is not knowing you are having such great ambitions. To be
speaking of which, lately you not asking Gregor many questions about battle.

Ricken: Yeah, sorry. Did you miss me?

Gregor: Ho! Gregor misses you like fly stuck in tent buzzing round and round.

Ricken: Hee hee! I guess I was kind of a pest earlier, huh? But the more I
wrote, the better I got at seeing what went on at the front lines.

Gregor: Gregor hopes you provide good support instead of just watching
battle.

Ricken: Oh, sheesh, of course I was still doing my job! I mean, if I didn't,
I'd never get to be Chrom's right-hand man.

Gregor: Yes. More time you spend in battle, more become better at seeing
whole situation. But is so unusual one so young is aquiring such veteran
skill. You have great talent.

Ricken: Aw, thanks, Gregor. So hey, do you want to read my history? There's
an awful lot of stuff in there about you.

Gregor: Ho ho! If Gregor is star, book will sell like cakes on fire!
=====================================================
13. Henry C

Ricken: Hi, Henry! Thanks so much for coming to my rescue the other day.

Henry: Sure! It's what I do.

Ricken: Having a mighty mage like you in our ranks makes me feel a lot safer.
Good thing you aren't fighting for the other side.

Henry: Well, I used to work for Gangrel, so if you hadn't defeated him, who
knows? You and I might have been squaring up on the ol' battlefield. Nya ha
ha!

Ricken: I didn't know you were with the Plegian army!

Henry: Oh? I thought word had gotten around. Yeah, Gangrel was toppled before
I got the chance to fight any real battles. A shame, too. It would've been
fun to face off against the Shepherds!

Ricken: But we're the good guys...

Henry: Oh, Chrom and Frederick are nice soldiers and all, but I wager I could
take them both!

Ricken: H-Henry! That's treason!

Henry: Is not.

Ricken: W-well even if it isn't, people might get the wrong idea. They'll
start thinking you ARE the enemy and then we'll end up fighting for real.

Henry: Neat! We could see whose magic is stronger.

Ricken: HENRY! You're my ally! I don't want to fight you. Besides, if we were
mortal foes, we wouldn't be able to talk like this.

Henry: Weeell, I guess it's kinda fun being on the same side as you... All
right, I guess I'll stick with the Shepherds -for now, at least.

Ricken: I should hope so!
=====================================================
Henry B

Ricken: Hey. Henry?

Henry: What?

Ricken: Remember a while ago, when you told me that you served under Gangrel?
It made me wonder... Have we fought against anyone you knew?

Henry: Yeah, sure! You've cut down a few of my former comrades. You
interested in who they were? Lemme see if I can recall... Well, there's
Vasto. I liked him! Always ready with a joke or quip.

Ricken: That guy?! He tried to stop us when we headed east that one time.

Henry: He was really excited about that posting-it was his first major
command.
Ha! He used to talk about his mother all the time. "Best knitter in Plegia,"
he's say!

Ricken: Oh. That's... nice.

Henry: Then there was Mustafa. He always gave me a bag of peaches whenever I
visited. He said I reminded him of his son and that I should consider myself
part of his family.

Ricken: ......

Henry: Oh! And Campari used to make little birdhouses for homeless-

Ricken: Actually, Henry? I don't think I want to know about your comrades
after all.

Henry: Aw! I thought you were interested.

Ricken: I was, but now everyone seems more... normal than I expected. They're
not maniacs or monsters. They're just like us except they're dead.

Henry: Yep. Dead as driftwood, they are. And it was you Shepherds who killed
'em! Their friends and families are probably still crying their eyes out.

Ricken: ......

Henry: What's wrong?

Ricken: Henry, it's my job to kill Plegian soldiers... So I have to believe
they deserve to die. But now you've reminded me they aren't faceless blobs
with axes. They have friends and families and... H-how am I going to fight
them if I know that? What if I hesitate?

Henry: You're weird. I don't see the problem here at all.

Ricken: No, it's all right, Henry. It was my fault for asking.
=====================================================
Henry A

Ricken: Henry, can I ask you a question?

Henry: Judging by your expression, I'd say it's a serious one. Nya ha ha.

Ricken: Er... Do you remember when we talked about the Plegian soldiers we've
killed? And how some of them used to be your comrades and friends? Don't
you... resent us?

Henry: Resent you? Shucks no. What good would that do?

Ricken: Um, none, I suppose. It wouldn't be good for anyone, you included.

Henry: Exactly! So I decided not to.

Ricken: But how can you just brush it off like that? If I were cut down in
battle tomorrow, would you just shrug and carry on?

Henry: No! I'd be very sad and angry. And I'd find out who did it, hunt them
down, ans exact bloody revenge! ...Oh, yes. There would be blood.

Ricken: But you just said you don't resent us and there's no point in holding
grudges.

Henry: Oh, yeah. I DID say that! I wonder what the difference is...

Ricken: Er, are you asking me?

Henry: When I was with Plegia, I didn't think much about this kind of thing.
Maybe because in that army, I didn't have real friends like I do here.

Ricken: Do you think of me as a friend?

Henry: I guess, sure. Honestly, I'm not much good with this touchy-feely
stuff.
You know what I'd rather talk about? The next battle!

Ricken: I suppose it wouldn't be bad to plan a little strategy. In the end,
victory is the only thing that can justify all this death...
____________________________________________________________

Maribelle*

12. Olivia C

Olivia: ONE and TWO and THREE... One fore pirouette aaaaaand... Hold for
applause! Yay, Olivia! Woooo! Standing ovation! Olivia's the best! Marry me,
Olivia!

Maribelle: You dance rather well.

Olivia: Eeeek! Maribelle! How long have you been standing there?!

Maribelle: From the beginning, darling. I didn't mean to spy, but you dance
was so wonderful! I just couldn't bring myself to interrupt.

Olivia: Oh, er, gosh. Thanks. I mean, I'm still working on the rough bits,
so... Oh, gods, this is SO embarrassing.

Maribelle: Ha! Save the flase modesty for your social betters, my dear. A
working-class girl like you needs confidence above all else.

Olivia: Er, right... Okay. Thanks, I think?

Maribelle: Good heavens. Are all lowborn folk this skeptical? How can you be
so bold one minute and such a quivering mess the next?

Olivia: Wh-what do you mean?

Maribelle: When you dance, you're so...daring! You stand tall and proud,
completely unafraid to meet the watcher's eye. You exhibit great strength and
dignity.

Olivia: Oh...b-b-but... Argh, stop it! This is so embarrassing!

Maribelle: And yet when you stop, you become this jabbering, bashful mess of
insecurities. I want to see more of Olivia the Bold and less of Olivia the
Mouse! Got it?!

Olivia: Oh, er. Yes, I'm sure you're right... I guess. But-

Maribelle: Ugh. Very well. If you won't do it yourself, I'll just have to aid
you. You'll grow a backbone if I have to drag you there kicking and
screaming!

Olivia: B-backbone?

Maribelle: Pluck! Grit! Dignity! Resolve! Pick any noun you like! Hmm... I'll
have to think about the best way to whip you into shape. This may take a bit.
I'll let you know when the first lesson is ready.

Olivia: I don't like the sound of this...
=====================================================
Olivia B

Maribelle: Olivia!

Olivia: Eeeeeek! M-Maribelle?!

Maribelle: Heavens! You're as twitchy as a single count in a room full of
unwed dowagers.

Olivia: Oh, I know. I'm sorry...

Maribelle: Well, I suppose it's partly my fault. I do walk with dainty,
stealthy steps. But never mind that. On to business! You first lesson is
about to begin.

Olivia: Oh, already? That was quick. So, er, what do I have to do?

Maribelle: I want you to initiate a conversation with a gentleman.

Olivia: Pffft! Is that all? That'll be easy! I talk to my fellow soldiers all
the ti-

Maribelle: I said a gentleman! Not some knuckle-dragging oaf from the sticks!
I want you to go to town, approach the first NOBLE you see, and make his
acquaintance.

Olivia: Huh?! N-no way! I can't talk to a stranger!

Maribelle: What you think you can or can't do is irrelevant. You simply must
do it. I know it seems like I'm pushing you into the deep end, but it's a
proven method. It's called shock threapy, and it's the latest thing in all
the finest courts.

Olivia: B-b-b-but...

Maribelle: Oh, stop with the pathetic stuttering! Look, this is no picnic for
me, either. I did a lot of research for your sake. Are you going to waste all
my efforts? You DO want a backbone, don't you?

Olivia: W-well, I guess it wouldn't be so bad... if you came with me?

Maribelle: Darling, of course I shall accompany you! How else will I know if
the deed is done? And this being your first time, a little moral support
might be beneficial. So! As soon as you are ready, we shall set out for town.

Olivia: I c-can't believe she's making me do this... *gulp*
=====================================================
Olivia A

Maribelle: Well, it seems you made friends with a gentleman.

Olivia: Yes, and he bought us all that tea! Plus those diamond-tipped canes.
I don't know. I felt a bit guilty.

Maribelle: Tsk! Such things are a small price to pay for the company of two
charming beauties!

Olivia: But boy, Chrom sure was angry when he found out, wasn't he? He said
the Shepherds shouldn't be picking up strangers all over town.

Maribelle: I TOLD him we could handle any scallywags that came along, but he
wouldn't listen. He said the sight of Shepherds brawling in the streets would
hurt his cause. As if I'd gouge out someone's eyes like a common gutter rat!
Honestly... Oh, well. I'm sorry, Olivia. Perhaps this was a fool's errand
after all.

Olivia: Oh, gosh, no! Don't apologize! You were only trying to help.

Maribelle: Actually, there's one other thing I should apologize for.

Olivia: Oh?

Maribelle: Remember the shock threapy idea? The one that led to all this?
Well, apparently this is an exercise meant for... gentlemen only.

Olivia: So all those lines you made me say were...

Maribelle: Completely inapproriate for women of our station, yes.
..Especially the wolf whistles. ...And the bit about his legs "going all the
way up."

Olivia: ..... Heh. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha!

Maribelle: What's so funny?

Olivia: It's just that we were SO serious! We spent all that time memorizing
lines! And it was completely inapproriate! Ha ha ha! How embarrassing...

Maribelle: It WAS rather embarrassing, wasn't it?

Olivia: Well, your methods were wrong, but your lesson still worked. Plus now
I have this really nice cane! Say, maybe we should sneak into town and meet
another noble! Chrom won't have to-

Maribelle: Olivia!

Olivia: Hee hee! I'm just joking. Besides, I'd rather hang out with you than
some stuffy noble gentleman. So then, would YOU care to join me for tea, O
fairest of nobles? Methinks heaven should count its angels, for there is one
standing in front of me! Those pantaloons must be made of mirrors, for I can
see myse-

Maribelle: ...That's enough, Olivia. It's time you started forgetting those
lines. ..... Still, I DO enjoy tea. And it would be churlish of me to refuse
your invitation. Yes, then. Let us enjoy a cup of tea as newfound friends!
____________________________________________________________

Panne*

13. Cordelia C

Cordelia: Er, Panne?

Panne: ......

Cordelia: What are you doing to my pegasus?

Panne: So this steed belongs to you?

Cordelia: Yes, she does.

Panne: You are lucky. She is a wise and faithful creature.

Cordelia: Thank you. But how do you know she's wise?

Panne: We talked.

Cordelia: Oh, yes. Of course. You talked to her and... Wait, you can TALK to
my pegasus? Like, with words?

Panne: Is that strange?

Cordelia: Er, no, I suppose not. Just a bit surprising is all. We knights can
communicate with our steeds, but it's not so... direct.

Panne: I am not a knight. I am a taguel. But enough talk. Take good care of
this animal, understood?
(Panne leaves)

Cordelia: See you... later? Er, maybe? Right then, back to business. We had a
wound that needed bandaging, yes? ...Hmm? What's this green stuff smeared
around the cut? A healing salve... So that's what she was doing! Well, we
must remember to thank Panne the next time she drops by!
=====================================================
Cordelia B

Cordelia: Panne, I wanted to thank you for the other day.

Panne: I did nothing.

Cordelia: You treated my wounded pegasus, right? You gave her a healing
salve?

Panne: ...No.

Cordelia: Oh, I see. Well, whoever put it on, the medicine was very
effective.

Panne: It is a secret taguel recipe far stronger than your man-spawn cures.
..Er, not that I would know.

Cordelia: Ah ha! So it WAS you!

Panne: ...... I had hoped to treat the wound surreptitiously.

Cordelia: Well, we're both very grateful. Thank you, Panne.

Panne: I do not deserve your gratitude. After I treated your creature, I... I
made her an offer.

Cordelia: What kind of offer?

Panne: I offered to free her so she would not be subjected to the dangers of
war.
This fighting has nothing to do with her or her kind. It seems cruel to make
her struggle alongside us. But she told me she wanted to help, and could
never desert you.

Cordelia: My pegasus said that?

Panne: The creature is very faithful. That is why you must take care of her.

Cordelia: Y-yes, of course! I'll do everything I can to make sure she isn't
hurt again.

Panne: Do all in your power and more. I would not like to see such a
magnificent beast come to harm.

Cordelia: Nor would I, Panne.
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Cordelia A

Cordelia: Well, what did you think? How was your first ride on the back of a
pegasus?

Panne: Interesting. And frightening. The ground was very far away. But it was
also... thrilling.

Cordelia: I'm glad you enjoyed it! We had to do something to thank you for
the salve.

Panne: Still you talk of the salve... I told you, you owe me nothing.

Cordelia: All right. But if you do want to go on another ride, just let us
know. My pegasus has grown ever so fond of you, and she loves to frolic in
the sky!

Panne: Thank you. Both of you.

Cordelia: Not at all!

Panne: When you two fly, you move as if you were a single creature. How can
you humans forge such strong bonds, yet still fight such terrible wars?

Cordelia: That's a good question. And I don't know the answer. But I do know
that we're fighting this war to build a better, peaceful future. If I didn't
believe that, I'd drop my weapons and walk away right now.

Panne: I believe that you would. And in truth, the same hope drives me to
fight.
The hope for a world where taguel and human can at last live in harmony.

Cordelia: Oh, Panne...

Panne: Did I say something strange?

Cordelia: No, of course not! It's just that... To hear you say that make me
happier than you could know. But haven't you noticed? Humans and taguel ARE
living in peace together! Two of them are right here, giggling like
schoolgirls on the back of a pegasus.

Panne: ...... It seems we have made a friendship, just as you did with your
pegasus. Perhaps I am at the point where I can name you my true friend.

Cordelia: I couldn't have put it better myself. We ARE true friends! And that
means I'll always be here to watch your back.

Panne: And I yours!
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13. Olivia C

Olivia: Um, hey, Panne?

Panne: What do you want, man-spawn?

Olivia: Oh, er, sorry! I didn't mean... N-never mind! Bye!

Panne: Wait. You must have wanted something, or you wouldn't have approached
me.

Olivia: Erm...

Panne: Well? Out with it! What is your complaint?

Olivia: C-complaint?! Oh gosh, no! I don't have a complaint!

Panne: Then state your business. Quickly.

Olivia: I... er... was... just wondering... That is to say... Well, it's a
bit silly, but... What do you think of me?

Panne: I do not think of you.

Olivia: Oh! R-right. Yeah, I suppose that was kind of a strange question.
It's just that I feel so useless most of the time, so...

Panne: You are not.

Olivia: You really think so? Because-

Panne: You do not trust me? You think I am lying?

Olivia: Oh gosh, no!

Panne: I find your search for reassurance puzzling. If you are here, then
clearly you are needed. If you were useless, Chrom would have left you by the
side of the road somewhere.

Olivia: I... guess?

Panne: Are you perhaps laying the groundwork for a future failure?

Olivia: What? No! I would never do anything like that...
(Olivia leaves)

Panne: ...Wouldn't you?
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Olivia B

Panne: I'd like to thank you, man-spa- Er, Olivia. Your dancing was of great
assistance.

Olivia: Oh, truly? I'm so glad I could be of assistance!

Panne: I hope you will continue to do so in the future.

Olivia: Well, I'll try, but I'm just so usel- Argh, I almost did it again!

Panne: Did what again?

Olivia: Make excuses for myself in case I mess up...

Panne: Ah. You're referring to my accusation from the last time we spoke. Pay
it no mind. It was unfair of me.

Olivia: No, wait. See, the thing is, you were right. I do try to make excuses
for myself. I wish I knew how to be strong and confident like you... Um, can
you tell me your secret? Can you make me more like you?

Panne: Is this what you wanted to ask the last time you approached me?

Olivia: Yes, actually.

Panne: You make a difficult request. I know not from whence my strength my
strength springs. I am a taguel and you are not. It may be that I cannot
teach you anything.

Olivia: Maybe so, but I still want to try!

Panne: Very well. Give me some time to think upon this problem.
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Olivia A

Panne: Olivia. Do you remember our talk about learning how to be strong?

Olivia: Of course! Actually, I've been wondering when we could start my
lessons.

Panne: I have thought deeply on the problem, and I may have an answer. But it
is the answer of a taguel. It may not suit you.

Olivia: I'm willing to try anything!

Panne: I began by thinking about what sets humans and taguel apart. The
difference is that humans are fundamentally irrational creatures.

Olivia: Irrational?

Panne: Yes. You humans always attempt the impossible while ignoring the
possible. This is, as I said, irrational. It is not, however, a failing.
Chrom, for example, chases an impossible task, and yet it is a noble cause. I
think this is one of the greatest strengths of your species.

Olivia: Um, wait. So I should be... more irrational?

Panne: Yes.

Olivia: O... kay?

Panne: It's actually quite rational. For you to be irrational, I mean.

Olivia: Okay, stop it.

Panne: Listen, Olivia. Can you tell me what is possible or impossible? I
speak here of the future.

Olivia: Er, well...

Panne: You see? You do not know. None of us, human or taguel, know this. But
you decide that nothing is possible and give up trying to achieve anything.

Olivia: Hmm...

Panne: This is your first assignment: you must learn your own limits. You
need to discover what it is you're capable of.

Olivia: Okay, got it. Learn my limits... Discover my capabilities...

Panne: The only way to know your limits is to push yourself to them. At
least, that is what a taguel would do. It won't be easy, but if you apply
yourself...

Olivia: Oh, I will! I'm going to apply myself like treacle on bread! Just you
wait! Thanks so much for the advice, Panne. Maybe we could talk again
sometime?

Panne: I would be glad to. We're in this together, now.

Olivia: Yay! Just knowing you're a part of this makes me feel like I can do
anything!

Panne: Heh. Irrational creatures indeed...
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Gaius*

13. Libra C

Gaius: Hmm? What's this fancy little doll doing here?

Libra: Excuse me, sir. I believe that is mine. I must have dropped it
earlier.

Gaius: Righto, then. Here you go! So what is that little doodad, anyway? A
graven image of one of your gods?

Libra: Oh, no. It's just a toy doll, really. The children at the orphanage
have been asking me for toys. They wanted something they could hold at night-
-to help them sleep, you see.

Gaius: You sewed a doll for a pack of whelps you barely know? I think there's
a special place for you in heave, Padre!

Libra: Oh, it's not so bad. It only takes me a few hours to construct each
one. And to be frank, such honest labor scarcely feels like work at all.

Gaius: Some days, just getting out of bed is labor enough for me... Say,
though. You ever considered giving the little moppets sweets as well?

Libra: Sweets?

Gaius: You know, sugary stuff. Pastries and whatnot? Kids love 'em.

Libra: Oh, I see. No, I had no such plans. The thought never occured to me.
But perhaps it is something to keep in mind for the next visit. Thank you,
Gaius. I'm glad this chat wasn't a complete waste of time.

Gaius: Er... Me, too? Although... Hmm...

Libra: Yes? Something on your mind?

Gaius: Well, I'm just thinking... I mean, let's say you make enough sweets
for an entire orphanage. That's going to be a LOT of sweets, right? Massive
piles of 'em. So maybe you might put aside a couple for, say, the man who
gave you the idea? I mean, it's only fair, right?

Libra: ...You're asking me to steal sweets from orphans?
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Libra B

Libra: O gods, hear my plea and partake--

Gaius: Hey there, Padre. Having little chat with the management, are we?

Libra: I was praying, if that's what you mean. Perhaps you would care to join
me? A good soul cleansing can do wonders for one's mood.

Gaius: I've never been much for talking to the blokes upstairs, you know?
Still, what can it hurt just this once? So, uh, how's this work? I can ask
for anything I want, or what?

Libra: Well, it is true that many people pray to receive things for
themselves. But originally, prayers were not used to beseech the gods for
favors. Rather, they were used to give thanks for blessings already received.

Gaius: Blessings, eh? So I could say thanks for candied figs and honey cakes?
Oh, and fruit pies, too?

Libra: Er, yes. I suppose so. If they are something you feel profoundly
grateful for.

Gaius: Profoundly doesn't begin to cover it. ...So, er, do I kneel or what?
Is there a bench involved somehow?

Libra: It is customary to bend the knee in supplication, yes. Now then...

Gaius: .......

Libra: .......

Gaius: O ye gods, thanks a billion for all thine abundantly sweet and tasty
goodness...

Libra: Dear gods, thank you for watching over us, and protecting our friends
and comrades.

Gaius: What? Thou art jealous, O mighty gods? Jealous and angry, you say?
Then send thou's terrible fruit pies to me, that I might use them to smite
thine foes!

Libra: ...?

Gaius: I also love jellied pears, O vengeful ones! And those biscuits with
goo in the middle!

Libra: Gaius, your demands for sweets hover ever close to blasphemy...

Gaius: O furious and insane gods! Send me ten--nay, TWENTY of your finest
cakes!

Libra: He's not listening to a word I say. Gaius? GAIUS!

Gaius: ...Huh? Hey there, Padre. What's with the shouting?

Libra: I was shouting because you were completely ignoring me! That wasn't a
prayer--it was a market list! The gods are not scullery maids who deliver
treacle tarts on demand!

Gaius: Oh. Right, yeah... sure. Soryy. Got carried away. I'll start over,
then. *Ahem* O most horrifying and flattened gods, thou art most tricksy in
thine ways...

Libra: D-dear gods, please send not lightning to strike down this heretic...
He knows not what he does!

Gaius: I will deliver unto thee my first-born son, if only you make donuts
rain down upon--

Libra: GAAAIUS!

Gaius: ...Whoops. Sorry.
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Libra A

Libra: O gods, I thank you for this blessed of days.

Gaius: ......

Libra: You're desperately trying not to think of sweets, aren't you?

Gaius: ...Maybe.

Libra: Your trembling lip, your sweaty brow, your uncontrollable drooling...
These are all the signs of a man fighting great temptation.

Gaius: Not so, Padre. Ha ha! Who's religious now? I was just praying that I'd
be unharmed in the next battle.

Libra: Oh? That's actually quite sensible. Perhaps I was being unfair. I
thought for sure you were dreaming about swimming in syrup or some nonsense.
But why now, if I may? You usually have such a cavalier attitude toward
battle.

Gaius: Well, in that last battle we fought, I had me a pretty close shave. If
I'd been a split-second slower, my head would have been bouncing across the
field. It made me think. You never know when your number's going to be up,
you know? Anyway, I figured maybe I should take these prayers a bit more
seriously.

Libra: Coming face-to-face with one's own mortality can have that effect.

Gaius: But why should the gods pay an old sinner like me any mind? It's not
like I've ever done anything to earn their appreciation.

Libra: In the eyes of the gods, we are all innocent, if only we open our
hearts to them.

Gaius: Yeah, that's easy for you to say, Padre. I bet you've never once
strayed from the straight and narrow.

Libra: Oh, if it were only so... I am as much a sinner as anyone.

Gaius: You? Lord Squeaky Clean? I find that hard to believe.

Libra: Think about how many people have died because of me.

Gaius: Huh?

Libra: Every time I survive a battle, it means others have died in my place.
And when I pray for safety in a fight, it is the same as praying for my foe's
death.

Gaius: Wow. Never thought of that. ...Wait, so I've been praying for other
people to die, too?! Crivens! I'm a terrible person!

Libra: Not terrible. Just human. Every soldier who prays for deliverance has
done the same.

Gaius: This religion stuff is complicated.

Libra: Yet, we should still pray. We shall pray for ourselves, and each
other, and for our allies and comrades. Even though in doing so, we are
praying for the death of strangers.

Gaius: ....... O gods...
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Nowi*

12. Tharja C

Nowi: Huh? Is that you, Tharja? What are you doing?

Tharja: Strange. I cannot read through the shell that cloaks your mind.

Nowi: Dragons don't have shells, silly! They have scales and talons and
stuff.

Tharja: Speaking of talons, I need some of your nail clippings. Just a sliver
or two from the ends will suffice.

Nowi: Um...what for?

Tharja: Manakete talons are used in dark mage divinations. I want to see what
the future holds between me and Avatar.

Nowi: Oh my gosh, you can tell fortunes? That's amazing! Okay, wait. ...Oof!
Here's a bag of my toenail clippings! ...Yes, I saved them. Don't ask why.
Long story. Slightly gross. But! if you take these, I get to ask the first
fortune. Deal?

Tharja: *Yawn* I suppose you want me to find your true love, yes?

Nowi: What? No! Don't you dare poke around my love life! No, I want to find
out about my mom and dad. Like, where they are, and if they're safe, and all
that. Can you do it?

Tharja: ...Yes. Give me your clippings, and I shall begin the preparations.
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Tharja B

Nowi: Hey, Tharja!

Tharja: ...Oh. You.

Nowi: So did you do it? Did you find out about my mom and dad?

Tharja: ...Yes.

Nowi: So what's the story? Don't hold out on me. Spill those beans!

Tharja: Your mother and father are both... doing well. They worry about you
all the time and can't wait to see you again.

Nowi: Oh, that's great! So where are they? I have to go see them.

Tharja: They are far, far away, Nowi. Too far for you to ever reach them.

Nowi: Pfft! Yeah, right. If they're beyond the oceans, I can fly to them.
If they're in the deepest forest, I can walk to them. I'm kind of immortal,
you know? I've got plenty of time.

Tharja: Ten thousand years would not be enough. Just be content knowing
they're well.

Now: What aren't you telling me?

Tharja: ......

Nowi: Tharja, just tell me the truth. I'm a grown woman. I can take it.

Tharja: I could not locate your parents. And this means...

Nowi: That they've gone to a land so far away neither of us have ever heard
of it?!

Tharja: Um... Well, yes. I suppose it COULD mean that...

Nowi: Aw, what a shame. I suppose I won't be seeing them anytime soon, huh?
Well, thanks anyway.

Tharja: You're, uh, welcome...
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Tharja A

Nowi: *sniff* Mom... Dad... *sob*

Tharja: Nowi?

Nowi: H-huh? Oh... Tharja.

Tharja: You've figured it out, haven't you? About your parents?

Nowi: What do you mean? Do you have more news?

Tharja: Stop it, Nowi. You don't have to pretend. I can tell you've been
crying. And I know why.

Nowi: I don't cry! I'm really strong! *sniff* Besides, nothing bad has
happened. Mom and Dad are just... far away. So I don't ahve any reason to
cry. ...Look, I'm fine, all right?

Tharja: All right. You weren't crying. I was clearly mistaken. ...Oh, I
almost forgot. I decided to look into your future the other day.

Nowi: You did?

Tharja: You survive the war, and you end up living a very happy life. Every
day is full of laughter, and you're never lonely again.

Nowi: Well, that sounds just like now! I have you, and all the Shepherds, and
every day is super fun!

Tharja: And it's only going to get better. ...So dry those tears.

Nowi: Hmph. What tears? I'm strong, remember?

Tharja: So you are, Nowi... So you are.
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13. Cherche C

Nowi: Hee hee! Yaaaaaay, Minerva! One more time! One more time!

Cherche: I'm glad you and Minerva are having so much fun together, Nowi. But
maybe it's time to stop wrestling and give Minerva a break. Minerva is
powerful, yes, but you're a formidable foe yourself in dragon form.

Nowi: Oh, right. Sorry, Minerva! Did I tire you out?

Cherche: Poor Nowi. You still want to play, don't you?

Nowi: It's okay, I don't mind. Well, maybe I mind a little, but if Minerva is
pooped, I'll just have to be paitent.

Cherche: Perhaps I could take the place of Minerva?

Nowi: Are you crazy? I'm a dragon! I'll smoosh you into a paste!

Cherche: Oh, I don't know about that. I once bested Minerva, after all.

Nowi: Wow, really?

Cherche: Really. So you don't have to worry about scratching me with those
claws, young lady.

Nowi: Hee hee! All right, then! Here I come!
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Cherche B

Nowi: How's this? I'm not doing it too hard, am I?

Cherche: No, that's just perfect. Mmm, I had no idea you were good at back
massages.

Nowi: When you're as old as I am, you pick up lots of stuff. Anyway, I'm
still really sorry I hit you so hard with my tail. I didn't think you'd go
flying like that!

Cherche: A little to the left, please... Ahhhh,that's it. And don't worry.
This isn't the first time a dragon smacked me.
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Nowi: You know what I think? I think you made up that story about fighting
Minerva. You just said that so I wouldn't feel bad about playing with you.

Cherche: Are you accusing me of spreading falsehoods, Nowi?

Nowi? No! ...well, maybe a little bit. ...Okay, lift your head and turn.

Cherche: Oooooh, that feels good... Oh, and see that burn scar on my
shoulder? Minerva did that when I captured her.

Nowi: Wow! you got hit by dragon fire and survived?!

Cherche: The thing is, when I first met Minerva, she was very weak. After
that first puff, her fire was barely enough to singe my hair. If she'd been
fully healthy, our fight would've turned out very differently.

Nowi: Hee hee. And after that first time, you grew to trust eachother, huh?
Gosh, you're so lucky to have a friend like Minerva, I'm super jealous!

Cherche: She's a good girl to have around, that's for sure.
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Cherche A

Cherche: Nowi? Nowi, are you all right?!

Nowi: Unnngh, no. But it's okay. D-did I lose?

Cherche: I'm so sorry! I thought you'd turn into a dragon before I could land
my blow.

Nowi: Last time I was a dragon, I hit you so hard you flew into a tree. I
didn't want that to happen again.

Cherche: That's very kind of you, Nowi. But I don't want to hurt you, either.
So next time, you make sure you enter dragon form. Do you hear me?

Nowi: Aww, it's fine. I hardly hurts at all! Plus sometimes I... I dunno. I
kind of like NOT being a dragon.

Cherche: Well then, maybe we could play a different game.

Nowi: Oh, sure! Like what?

Cherche: How about drawing pictures? That should be safe enough.

Nowi: Naw, that sounds boring. How about hide-and-seek?

Cherche: You don't like drawing pictures?

Nowi: I guess so, but then Minerva wouldn't be able to join in. Hide-and-seek
is much better-all three of us can play that!

Cherche: Then hide-and-seek it shall be.

Nowi: Great! I am SO going to win!
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Tiki*

12. Anna C

Anna: Hmmmmmmm... I see...

Tiki: Hmm?

Anna: Interesting... Veeery interesting...

Tiki: Is there aught I might aid you with, my lady? You've been circling
'round my person for some time now.

Anna: Apologies, O exalted one! I'm just basking in the glow of the divine
dragon's oracle.

Tiki: I am unused to such... rapt attention. You stare at me as one might an
exotic creature in a menagerie.

Anna: I would call anyone who's been alive for millennia exotic! Wouldn't
you?

Tiki: My life span should not preclude you from treating me as an ally or
friend. For I came here in that capacity, and not as that of oracle.

Anna: Then can I get your autograph as a token of our new friendship?

Tiki: My... autograph?

Anna: Yeah, it's easy! All you have to do is write down your own name.

Tiki: I suppose I might grant such a request.

Anna: Really? Yay! Here, this should be enough to get you started. Heave...
HO!

Tiki: By the gods! I've never seen such a mountain of paper! You didn't
mention needing more than a single...autograph.

Anna: Yeah, but I never said I didn't, either! Come on, be a sport! Pleeease?

Tiki: Well, I suppose I did give my word.

Anna: Woo! You're the best, Tiki! I have nothing but the deepest admiration
for you! Pleasure doing business with ya! ...Heh heh heh.

Tiki: ...Business? Strange. The word stirs memories of a merchant I knew long
ago. And yet, with uncountable years behind me, memory is oft a kind of fog
through which-

Anna: Hey, come on, now! Less talking, more signing! Chop-chop!

Tiki: .....
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Anna B

Anna: Wheee-ha! Business is booming! Thank goodness for pious patrons! The
question is how to keep this growth up... Methinks it's time to stoke the
flames of prophet fever! Wheee hee hee hee!

Tiki: I overheard you speaking of the prophets just now. Is this the
explanation for your most blissful demeanour?

Anna: T-Tiki?! Uh...no! I didn't say "prophets." I said...um..."profits"! And
I'm just happy because the last few battles have gone so well! Tee hee! Hee
hee! Haaaa....

Tiki: Your mirth is well founded, and yet we can ill afford complacency. This
war is still far from ended. And we mustn't forget that our victories come at
the cost of others' lives. Though our causes differ, they still have
families, hopes, dreams, and fears.

Anna: ...Except for the Risen. Those guys are just creepy. Oh, wait! I've got
a great idea!

Tiki: Speak it, then.

Anna: You should give a speech praising the virtues of peace and brotherhood!
What good is a voice if she's muted, eh? Let's put those vocal cords to use!

Tiki: I'm not so arrogant as to think it's my station to lecture others. I'm
merely a woman who has lived longer than most.

Anna: Yeah, but being all super old gives you wisdom and stuff! You can do a
good thing here! The audience would be moved by your words. You could remind
them why they fight-to achieve lasting peace for friend AND foe.

Tiki: Perhaps there is wisdom in what you say...

Anna: Do it for their sake! Even just once!

Tiki: Your passion has convinced me. I shall attempt to gather my thoughts
into words.

Anna: Perfect! I knew I could count on you! We'll call it "Talkin' with
Tiki"! Attendance could be in the thousands, so we'll need a big venue... And
space for a commemorative gift shop at every exit! Tee hee hee!

Tiki: Anna, I do not wish for this to become an event of such magnitude. I
don't even know what I plan to say yet.

Anna: Oh, don't worry. I'll have my people whip up a script for you. Ooh! And
we can have a VIP meet and greet after the speech! It'll be huge! Teeee hee
hee hee hee!

Tiki: Gods give me strength...
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Anna A

Anna: Wow, nobody draws a crowd like Tiki. Talk about star power! I've known
kings that would kill for that kind of adoring public! The speech was a
sellout AND I unloaded my entire stock of Tiki memorabilia. Somebody pinch
me! I must be dreaming!

Tiki: I volunteer for that duty.

Anna: Tiki?! Ha ha... You're as quiet and sneaky as ever! Hee hee! ...Hee?
Wh-what's up with the scary face?

Tiki: Is there aught you would like to tell me, Anna?

Anna: You mean other than...um...how AWESOME you are?!

Tiki: I hear you charged admission to my speech on the unending power of
good. Additionally, it seems you are hawking my signature like a common
market trinket.

Anna: W-well, common market trinkets usually don't sell for 50 gold a pop!
..R-right? Look, come on! There was DEMAND, Tiki! The people just want to be
a part of you! You get to spread your message, they get hope for the future,
and I get a little coin! ...Er, or a lot of coin.

Tiki: If your actions were so altruistic, there was no need to hide them from
me. Yet even now, I see the shame of your deeds writ large upon your face.

Anna: But wait! Wait! I didn't do it for my own personal gain, I swear!

Tiki: Such deceit only compounds your folly.

Anna: T-Tiki? Wh-why are you pulling out a Dragonstone?!

Tiki: To teach you that deceiving an oracle bears a hefty price. Now still
your lying tongue and prepare to be eaten.

Anna: Aaaah, WAIT! You've got me all wrong! I, uh... I'm donating the
proceeds! Yeah, that's it! To charities! Shanty Pete's Orphanage gets some,
and so does, um...the Widows of Gangrel! Oh, and I'm giving a big hunk to
People for the Ethical Treatment of Wyverns!

Tiki: ...You were planning to give your profits away?

Anna: Of course! What sort of greedy monster do you take me for? That's
rhetorical, by the way, so don't actually answer.

Tiki: I have doubts as to this tale. Were you truly planning nothing more?

Anna: Wh-what, you mean like an unauthorized Tiki tell-all biography? Or, uh,
selling locks of your hair and small bits of your clothing? Ha ha! O-of
course not! Why, I'd never even consider such...things.

Tiki: ..... Very well. I shall forgive you this once. But any events in the
future will be open to all regardless of status or wealth. And you will give
me every coin you have so far earned in my name. I shall see if I can't
return them to their former owners personally.

Anna: Oh, come on! You're killing me here!

Tiki: You are free, of course, to decline. In which case you may pursue a new
career opportunity in food services.

Anna: Here! Take it! Take the money!

Tiki: I am so glad you understand.

Anna: I understand you're a job-killing socialist...

Tiki: What was that?

Anna: N-nothing! Pleasure doing business!

Tiki: You know, Anna, a saleswoman like you could achieve true greatness. You
should consider that the next time avarice tempts you.

Anna: Oh, I will, Tiki! You can count on it! Wheeew! That was close! ...Now
then. Time to earn back some of that sweet, sweet gold!
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12. Say'ri C

Say'ri: My lady!

Tiki: Ah, Say'ri. Good day.

Say'ri: You fought the last battle masterfully, my lady. Truly, your power is
beyond my ken.

Tiki: You're very kind. Though I must say, it has left me rather tired.

Say'ri: Then pray do not waste your words on me. Go now and rest.

Tiki: Yes, I... Hmm, I fear I... may not have much choice...

Say'ri: My lady?

Tiki: My power has returned, but... Still, I...

Say'ri: M-My lady! No! Alarm! Call forth a healer at once! The Voice is
fallen!

Tiki: ...Zzzzzzzzz.

Say'ri: Fallen... asleep? My lady? My lady, can you hear me?

Tiki: Mmm... Five more years...

Say'ri: Fie! I pray the war will be long since over by then. Though p'raps it
would be for the best to permit her to sleep through it. 'Twould be
selfishness itself to drag her with us in such frail condition.

Tiki: I'm not so fragile as all that.

Say'ri: Ah! You're awake.

Tiki: I am here of my own will. I wish to stay and be of use. Pray, do not
push me away.

Say'ri: On the contrary, my lady! I ask that you do not leave my side. The
risks are simply too great for you to wander hill and dale alone.

Tiki: Ah, Say'ri, always so serious! It is sweet of you to fret so. Very
well, I give you my word.

Say'ri: And I my thanks in return.
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Say'ri B

Say'ri: My lady! Where are you?! Please, by Naga's mercy, respond!

Tiki: Ah, Say'ri. Splendid! Your timing is perfect. Some lovely villagers
just shared some of their apples with me. Will you have one?

Say'ri: Apples?! Nay, I shan't!

Tiki: Suit yourself, though I see no cause to shout.

Say'ri: I've cause aplenty, my lady! Just how many times does this make?! You
swore your word you'd not leave the camp without me at your side!

Tiki: Did I now? ...And you're certain the word I swore was "yes"?

Say'ri: Fie! You can't honestly have forgotten?

Tiki: I fear I have. Pray, forgive me. I am a being unlike you humans.

Say'ri: Being the voice does not give you a license for falsehood!

Tiki: Thbbbbt!

Say'ri: My lady, I have no words. You are acting as a child! What would the
people think if they saw you thus?

Tiki: Like I am, you mean? I care not! Let them think what they will.

Say'ri: The Voice is a rarefied and exalted being, sacred unto all. I fear
dwelling amongst us lowly mortals is corrupting that sublime character.

Tiki: That's preposterous. And if my sublimeness precludes me from being
around humans, I say good riddance!

Say'ri: My lady, please!

Tiki: Do you want an apple or not?

Say'ri: I speak of larger things than fruit, my lady! ...But I will concede
your words do bear a ring of truth. If you see fit to gift me an apple, I
shall humbly accept.

Tiki: Splendid! Now open wiiiide...

Say'ri: You can't possibly...?! If the people witnessed such a vulgar
display, 'twould be the end of--Hrrmph?!

Tiki: Delicious, isn't it?!
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Say'ri A

Say'ri: The day draws ever nearer, my lady.

Tiki: What day?

Say'ri: The war's end. The day peace returns to the land. The day we might
return home for good and all.

Tiki: Yes. With luck, it will come. But I fear the road we walk is paved with
the bones of good people. ...Of innocents lost.

Say'ri: Aye and aye again.

Tiki: And poor Yen'fay among them. Do you grieve for him still?

Say'ri: 'Twould be false to say the sadness does not haunt me. But my brother
met the end he himself chose. I've come to accept it as unavoidable. What's
done is done.

Tiki: Liar.

Say'ri: M-My lady?!

Tiki: Lay down your stoic mask. I know the pain tears at you still. If you
are in pain, tell me that you hurt! Let me in, Say'ri.

Say'ri: ...What would you have me say?

Tiki: Not that what's done is done! Not that you can forget so easily! Was
your bond so feeble that a few weeks marching might erase him from your
heart?

Say'ri: Enough! What could you possibly ken of the bond I shared with him?!
Forget? Erase him from my heart?! 'Twould be easier to erase the heart
entire! He was my brother. ...My only flesh and blood.

Tiki: ...Forgive me, milady. I would retract those words, if possible. It was
not my hope to deepen the wound.

Say'ri: My lady, please... Just...

Tiki: But I was desperate to hear the contents of your heart. To hear you
speak frankly. I wanted you to tell me everything, Say'ri.

Say'ri: But why? Why me?

Tiki: Because I very dearly want to be your friend.

Say'ri: My... friend?

Tiki: Long have you stood at my side, Say'ri. Always faithfully, but never as
a friend. Only as guard, disciple, and servant. I find it terribly lonesome.
I think you are a beautiful person, Say'ri, and I would call you an equal.
..A friend.

Say'ri: I fear my lifetime is but a few short days compared to yours. Would
you still have me, knowing that I cannot stay for long?

Tiki: Without a moment's hesitation. I am used to loss. Do not deprive me
from the joy of ever HAVING.

Say'ri: ...As my lady wishes. Flighty, heedless, and exasperating as you may
sometimes be... I like you a great deal as well. So equals it is from this
day hence.

Tiki: Equals, from this day hence. ...And thank you, Say'ri.
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12. Lucina C

Lucina: Tiki? How does the day find you?

Tiki: Perfectly well, Lucina. Why do you ask?

Lucina: I just wanted to say, if there's anything I can help with, please let
meknow.

Tiki: Very kind of you. But I'm fine for the moment.

Lucina: Ah, of course. Sorry to disturb you.It's just...Well, IF you ever
need help, I want to be there first!

Tiki: I'm very grateful for your concern, Lucina, Truly I am. But remember
that you are an important part of this army. Your first duty must be to your
fellow soldiers... Especially as you once dared take the great name of Marth
as your own.

Lucina: That was perhaps... rash of me. You knew him, didn't you? The great
King Marth? What was he like?

Tiki: ...You did not investigate this before you took his name?

Lucina: Only the legends. I called myself Marth to feel closer to him. I've
always yearned to know what he was really like--the man behind the deeds.

Tiki: Your enthusiasm seems sincere enough. Very well, I will tell you about
him.... But not today. Perhaps the next time we meet.

Lucina: Oh, thank you, Tiki! I would hear all there is to tell!
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Lucina B

Lucina: Greetings, Tiki.

Tiki: And greetings to you, Lucina.

Lucina: I was hoping that today you might be able to tell me about King
Marth?

Tiki: You are certainly persistent in your curiosity...

Lucina: It's more than idle curiosity. I should know more of the man whose
name I once took as my own. Who is the real Marth? Are the stories of his
deeds true? What was he like?

Tiki: One thing I can tell you is that he treasured his friends like no one
else I've known. He was kind, considerate, and calm. And despite his station,
quick with a smile.

Lucina: Really?!

Tiki: You sound surprised...

Lucina: I just didn't expect the mighty King Marth to be so... er, nice.

Tiki: And how DID you imagine him?

Lucina: The Marth of history led the liberators and smashed the power of evil
dragons! He brought peace to the entire world at the edge of a sword. He
must've been a fierce, unforgiving man who struck fear in friend and foe
alike!How could he not have been, when he was forced to wage such a terrible
war?

Tiki: ...I suppose he was unforgiving-- at least when it came to himself. He
never stopped looking for a way to lead the world to peace. And every victim
and sacrifice on that path haunted him...

Lucina: It sounds much like out own quest. There must be so much to be
learned from him...

Tiki: His journey was dogged by setbacks and troubles. People did not
understand his motives. He was deserted, and even betrayed. How he suffered!
The struggles he faced would have crushed a lesser man. But they just made
Marth stronger. That is why he became the Hero-King.

Lucina: He achieved the impossible, just as we must. No matter how steep or
dangerous our path becomes, we will prevail! ...We must.

Tiki: Remember that Marth was an ordinary man long before he became
legend.That's why he knew he couldn't do it alone. And why he needed the help
of allies.

Lucina: The hero of legend had help?

Tiki: Of course he did! Behind every great man stands a host of friends and
comrades. You want to win a war? Then you must learn to inspire warriors and
win their trust.

Lucina: THAT'S why he was kind and considerate! He needed the best to stand
by him.

Tiki: Yes, and the best loved him for it. Lucina, you can do it, too. You
remind me of him-- you inspire trust and even love among your comrades. As
long as you never give up, I have no doubt you will honor the name of Marth.

Lucina: You honor me... Thank you, Tiki.
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Lucina A

Lucina: HIYARGH! YAH! Unnngh... GAH!

Tiki: Working on your fencing, I see.

Lucina: I was just finishing my drills.

Tiki: I saw you helping out earlier, serving the soldiers their meals.

Lucina: I had some free time, so I thought I'd pitch in.

Tiki: And before that, you were helping unload the wagons...

Lucina: Well, I'm stronger than I look. Those crates were no problem for me.

Tiki: And before that, you went to market to purchase supplies. Honestly,
it's hard to find a job or chore you're not helping out with. It's a fine
thing you're doing, trying to build bonds of friendship and trust... But it
will all be in vain if you work yourself into the sickbed.

Lucina: Oh, I'm fine. Truly. I can handle it.

Tiki: ...You're trying to emulate King Marth, aren't you? By winning the
trust of the other soldiers, you hope to become a great leader.

Lucina: What? No! Not at all... Th-this is just how I am. Besides, I doubt
legendary warriors wasted time cooking stews and going shopping...

Tiki: (...She builds trust and wins allies without even thinking about it...
Could she truly be...?!)

Lucina: I beg your pardon, Tiki? Were you saying something?

Tiki: Apologies. I was lost in thought. But, Lucina, I must tell you
something.Taking the name of Marth was a fateful decision of great import.

Lucina: How so?

Tiki: I cannot be sure of your intention in taking the name... But few dare
compare themselves to a legend... and this set you on a path. The name evokes
envy and hope in others, and burdens you with their expectations. Like it or
not, you carry that weight now. The only question is-- will it crush you?

Lucina: I never realized...

Tiki: Can you carry the hopes and dreams-- the demands of so many?

Lucina: I... don't know. I know I can't ever be like the real Marth. No one
can. But if it's true what you say, and people have started to look up to
me... Then I shall never rest until every friend has achieved their dream!

Tiki: Good. You know the nature of your task-- this is the key to victory.

Lucina: I have you to thank for opening my eyes. I won't let you-- or anyone-
-down.

Tiki: I believe you mean this. But remember your allies when you face your
greatest challenges! A true hero knows when to admit she cannot go it alone.

Lucina: I will take your words to heart. We will all win this war, together.

Tiki: Spoken as Marth might have himself...
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12. Nah C

Nah: Hey, Tiki. There you are!

Tiki: Yes, Nah. Here I am.

Nah: Could you do me a favor?

Tiki: If I'm capable, then of course. What do you need?

Nah: I, er... I actually want you to tell me about something.

Tiki: What, specifically?

Nah: Well, about when you were young. A long, long, long time ago. People say
you were alive back during the age of legends, right? Well, I'm curious about
history. Manakete history, especially. How did our kind live back then?

Tiki: Ah, yes. You have manakete blood in your veins.

Nah: I do indeed.

Tiki: You have the blood, yet you are not a true member of the tribe.

Nah: B-but I'm just like you... Aren't I?

Tiki: Throughout my millennia of life in this world, every manakete has been
of pure blood. ...Until you. You are unique-the first of our kind to have a
human father. I can tell you our history, though I doubt it would mean much
to you now.

Nah: But that's not fair, I have the right to know, even if I'm not a full-
blooded manakete!

Tiki: I don't mean it like that. You are a unique existence, the likes of
which have never been known before. Our story may be difficult for you.
..Painful even. Are you sure you wish to hear it?

Nah: ...... Yes. Yes I am!

Tiki: Then I shall tell you someday. ...But not today.

Nah: I... I understand. Thank you, Tiki!
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Nah B

Nah: Tiki? I'm ready to hear the story now.

Tiki: Oh, yes. I did promise, didn't I? *yawn* But I'm feeling very tired at
the moment. Can it wait?

Nah: Er, okay. What about tomorrow?

Tiki: Yes, thank you. I'd appreciate that.

Nah: You snooze so much because you slept for a thousand years?

Tiki: ...I don't know. I suppose I do sleep a little more than most people.

Nah: You sure do.

Tiki: ......

Nah: Tiki?

Tiki: What is it, Nah? I thought we agreed to talk another day.

Nah: No, the history lesson can wait. It's just... there's something else.

Tiki: What is it?

Nah: When you turn into a dragon... Well, your jaws are bigger than mine.

Tiki: Er, yes. I suppose they are.

Nah: Why is that?

Tiki: It's because I am pure-blooded. Manakete blood runs thick in my veins,
and makes me look... more dragon-like.

Nah: Is that also why your fangs and claws are sharper than mine?

Tiki: That is a matter of only age, I have lived many, many more centuries
than you. As dragons get older and become more powerful, our claws and fangs
sharpen. It will be the same for you when you reach my age, though it will
take millennia.

Nah: That'll be sweet... I see... So, why is your skin so much thicker and
harder than mine?

Tiki: That comes from fighting in countless battles. The more times a dragon
is struck by blows, the thicker and harder our hide becomes.

Nah: I see. That's useful. ...Thanks for explaining everything, Tiki.

Tiki: Not at all. Er, but would you mind leaving me now? I'm starting to feel
drowsy.

Nah: Oh, of course. Sleep well, Tiki. See you again soon!

Tiki: Questions upon questions. I suppose I'll have to tell her soon.
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Nah A

Tiki: ... And that is how I became friends with the legendary King Marth.

Nah: So you were released from the ice?

Tiki: Oh, yes. After what seemed an eternity in that frozen prison. It was by
Marth's hand alone that I was able to feel warmth once more. It was magic...

Nah: ...Tiki?

Tiki: Oh, listen to me! I sound like a sentimental old fool. It was such a
long time ago...

Nah: Did you love him? King Marth, I mean.

Tiki: He was human, I was manakete. The gulf between us was too great.

Nah: ......

Tiki: But you'll never have that problem, will you? With your mixed blood,
you can love anyone you like, human or manakete.

Nah: Yes, I suppose that's right!

Tiki: Hear me, Nah. Remember when I said I had to tell you something
difficult?
We manaketes are destined to suffer because of our love of humankind.

Nah: Destined to... suffer?

Tiki: We live for millennia, while humans flicker out like candles. The
greatest friendship I ever knew lasted just a few short decades... And when
King Marth died, I was left to wander the centuries alone.

Nah: I see. I have to be prepared to lose everyone I love.

Tiki: The dragon blood in your veins curses you to such a fate.

Nah: Wow. That's... depressing.

Tiki: It can be very sad, yes. But it can make you strong as well. You will
learn to cherish the memories of the wonderful people you meet. You will make
them a part of you so they can give you courage always.

Nah: Like a family inside your mind?

Tiki: Yes, exactly! You will be able to pass on the memories to your friends'
children! And then to their children and to countless generations to come. In
this way you can keep them alive through the long march of time.

Nah: ......

Tiki: Do you understand?

Nah: ...I think so.

Tiki: Never allow fate to dissuade you from living a full, rewarding life,
Nah. You must go out into the world and seek out friends. ...Seek out love.
And when their end comes, as it will, you must keep them alive forever. You
have the gift of near immortality, and must find a way to share it. And what
better time to start than now? Nah, let you and I be friends.

Nah: I like that. Thank you, Tiki.

Tiki: Now no more brooding on destiny. Next time we shall talk of joyful
things.

Nah: That would be a nice change of pace!
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Basilio*

1. Flavia C

Basilio: Oh ho! Who is this lovely young woman? Perhaps she's seeking
companionship? ...Is what I was thinking before I recognized it was you,
Flavia! Bwa ha!

Flavia: Yes, and I thought. "Who is this sad, crusty old man? Perhaps he is
lost and confused?" Before I heard the tired buffoonery and recognized it was
you, Basilio.

Basilio: Old man? Old? Hah! Bald and grizzled on the outside, yes, but inside
beats the heart of a man half my age!

Flavia: That act may work on the others, but I know you too well, oaf...
Isn't it time you dropped the charade and started acting your age?

Basilio: Oh, damn it all... *sigh* I suppose you've got a point... I'm old
enough to grandfather half the whelps in this army.

Flavia: Did you know the youngsters have taken to calling you "gramps"?

Basilio: Why, the arrogant little... In my days, we had RESPECT for our
elders... Not one of those pups would dare face this "gramps" in a battle
arena, I wager!

Flavia: Assuming you can still find your way there. Memory is the first thing
to go, you know?

Basilio: You're no spring chicken yourself, woman! ...That is, assuming you
ARE a woman. I doubt anyone's ever managed to prize you out of that armor
long enough to find out.

Flavia: ...Speaking of equipment, have I shown you my new sword? I'm told
it's sharp enough to slice through mail. Perhaps it's time I tested it... on
YOU!

Basilio: Gar, have a care where you swing that thing! You'll cut an ear off!
I came here to consult with a fellow leader, not to be threatened by a mad
witch!

Flavia:"Consult with a fellow leader"? YOU? Ah ha ha ha! That's rich!

Basilio: Ogre's teeth, why do I even bother? I give up! Good-BYE!
(Basilio leaves)

Flavia: Heh, oh wait, Basilio. I'll stop, I promise! ...Basilio? Hmm, how
curious... I wonder if he truly had something to discuss?
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Flavia B

Basilio: You have a moment, Flavia?

Flavia: When it comes to you, oaf, I NEVER have a moment.

Basilio: Ah yes, too busy sharpening that razor wit along with your swords,
I'm sure... But perhaps this'll warm that icy heart of yours: fine mead from
the old country. Have a drink, and let's talk a bit...

Flavia: ...Mead? Well, well, Basilio. If I didn't know better I'd say you
were up to something...

Basilio: Look, do you want some or-

Flavia: Yes. Pour me a mug- a large mug, mind- and you can have your talk.

Basilio: Take care not to spill it, now... This blasted stuff cost me a fair
bit of coin. Now then, what I wanted to ask you... *ahem* Just between the
two of us, eh?
There are plenty of good men in this army of Chrom's, wouldn't you agree? So,
er, have you... taken a shine to anyone?

Flavia: Gods preserve us. What are you up to, oaf? I smell a trap... If you
think I'm going to list my crushes like a giddy schoolgirl, then you-

Basilio: Must you question everything, woman?! It's just idle banter, nothing
more. Here, have another mug of mead... ...Tasty, isn't it? Now, come... You
can tell old Basilio. My only aim here is to know you better.

Flavia: Hmm, you couldn't ply me with mead in any case. I can drink you under
the table. Fine then... I suppose Chrom is quite handsome, in his way.

Basilio: Hmph. Not exactly a barrel of laughs, is he? Always has his nose
buried in thos maps... Not to mention that hair! A bit much, don't you think?
Overcompensating, I'd say.

Flavia: Your turn then. What lady do you fancy?

Basilio: Me? Well, er... I suppose that Lucina lass isn't half bad.

Flavia: What?! She's half your age!

Basilio: Ha! That's ripe coming from you! You're old enough to be Chrom's
mother!

Flavia: ...I told you about my new sowrd, didn't I, oaf? It's sharp enough to
shave with...

Basilio: *Gulp*

Flavia: See? Feel the edge on your neck there? Look how those whiskers just
fall away...

Basilio: T-take it easy, Flavia. J-just put that sword down and we can-

Flavia: Keep talking? Yes, why don't we. I believe you were saying something
about my age?

Basilio: Ur, yes, o-only how young and vibrant you look these da-

Flavia: Enough, you simpering simpleton! Get out of my sight! ...And leave
the mead.

Basilio: But... it's my last bottle...

Flavia: And you're on my last nerve! Now go, or your next shave will be with
death!

Basilio: Curse you, woman! I shall have revenge, or my name's not Basilio the
Brave!
(Basilio leaves)

Flavia: Heh, first time I've ever heard the name, at least...
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Flavia A

Basilio: Ah, the siren returns... I knew you couldn't resist the old Basilio
charm for long.

Flavia: That's it, I'm leaving...

Basilio: Wait! Don't go... 'Twas only a jest. I still like to talk. We had
fun last time, eh? ...At least until you drew your sword. Truth is, I was
hoping we could speak about the future of Regna Ferox.

Flavia: You're not in charge anymore, oaf. You had your day in the sun. I'm
the ruler now, and any decisions to be made will be mine alone.

Basilio: Aye, I grant that I've neither rights nor responsibilities- the
power is yours. But I thought that as the former ruler, I might be able to
offer advice and support.

Flavia: Pah, I can only imagine the counsel you would offer... Well then? Out
with it. What is your sage advice, o wise bald one?

Basilio: Regna Ferox is a cold land, and the chill cuts deep. Once this war's
over, you might consider moving some subjects to a more pleasant-

Flavia: Move people OUT of the kingdom? But that would only serve to weaken
us!

Basilio: Indeed, in these times of strife and conflict it would be a foolish-
nay, reckless act. But once peace comes, why not give the injured and the
elderly a chance to rest?

Flavia: Hmm... I suppose it could make for a good boost to morale...

Basilio: You see? I've lots more notions where that came from, too. I'm full
of them! A well-traveled man like myself has the experience to think around
corners. You can gain loads of new ideas by studying other cultures and
customs. Rulers should always visit other nations before taking the reins of
their own land... At least, that's how old Basilio sees it.

Flavia: You speak wisdom, Basilio... *Ahem* Which frankly is completely out
of character.

Basilio: Hah! You raised your shield again, but I caught a glimpse your true
feelings! Be it to do with romance, mead, or matters of state, you enjoy my
company! Admit it!

Flavia: Yes, well... I won't deny that time spent with you can sometimes
be... interesting. Still, that doesn't change the fact that I now sit upon
the throne! Whether I choose to take your advice or not is entirely up to me.

Basilio: Heh. I'd have it no other way, O mighty Khan Regnant.

Flavia: Well then, I look forward to hearing your other ideas when the time
comes.

Basilio: We have a date, then. Though first, there's a little war that needs
finishing.

Flavia: Yes, but even before that, this mead needs finishing! I saved your
last bottle!
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Children Buddy Supports

Lucina*

7. Kjelle C

Kjelle: Ah! There she is. Are you free, Lucina?

Lucina: Hello, Kjelle. What did you need?

Kjelle: A sympathetic ear. I've been challenging everyone in camp to sparring
matches. ...What a pathetic lot! None of them can even land a blow on me...
It's a bit of a disappointment.

Lucina: Is that really a surprise? I suspect very few are a fair match for
you in a duel.

Kjelle: You flatter me. Hmmm... I bet you would offer more of a challenge!
Heh, in fact you'd likely wipe the floor with my corpse!

Lucina: I hardly think that's the case.

Kjelle: Trust me, I can tell. You're strong. In fact, I bet the two of us
could win this war all by ourselves.

Lucina: That's a bit excessive, isn't it?

Kjelle: Big armies are inefficient. They take too long to react, and they
lack agility. Surely you've heard of tales of the ancient days, before the
Hero-King Marth? They say one of his ancestors fought back a great evil
single-handedly! Perhaps we'd do well to take a lesson from him- form an
elite band of fighters.

Lucina: I'll grant you that small forces do have their advantages.

Kjelle: Big organizations mean bureaucracy and bloat. Besides, half of any
larger army is just cannon fodder.

Lucina: I'll not think of any of our men as sacrificial lambs, and neither
would Chrom, Kjelle. Still, it's true that uniting a large group of people
under a single cause is difficult. More so than I had imagined... ...And I
agree it's important to hone one's abilities as an individual.

Kjelle: Ha! I knew you'd understand! We're a matched pair after all.

Lucina: I do feel, however, that your views are too extreme.

Kjelle: We'll crush them all! Slash them to bi- Er, sorry. Did you say
something?

Lucina: ...I rest my case.
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Kjelle B

Kjelle: Hey, Lucina. Are you hungry? I thought the two of us might have
lunch.

Lucina: I would enjoy dining with you, Kjelle, but why just the two of us?

Kjelle: Because it's no fun eating with a bunch of weaklings. Am I right?

Lucina: ...Everyone in this camp is equally our army, are they not?

Kjelle: Sure, but some are more equal than others. Especially when it comes
to fighting! ...What, you don't want to eat with me? Is that it?

Lucina: Please do not mistake my meaning. We've known each other since we
were children- I consider you a close friend.

Kjelle: Thanks, Lucina! I feel the same.

Lucina: Then, as my friend, perhaps you'll indulge me by inviting the others
to join?

Kjelle: *Sigh* Fine. Just don't be surprised when they surrender to a bowl of
pudding. Shall we then?

Lucina: Yes. And thank you, Kjelle.
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Kjelle A

Kjelle: Hey, Lucina! Free for dinner tonight?

Lucina: I'm sorry, I promised my father I would dine with him this evening.

Kjelle: Heh. Not much I can do if ol' Chrom wants to see you, huh? He's got
me beat.

Lucina: Beat at what?

Kjelle: Well, he's about the strongest man in this army, isn't he? I don't
see much of a chance of beating him in single combat, so I cede this round.

Lucina: ...Just how do you imagine social affairs work?

Kjelle: If someone's stronger than me, they get my respect. And if they're
weaker than me, I don't waste my time. That's all I'm saying...

Lucina: Confidence and a competitive spirit are healthy traits in any
warrior. But you take it too far, Kjelle. I worry that you isolate
yourself...

Kjelle: What's wrong with appreciating strength? You're strong, and I respect
that about you. It drew me to you, and now we're friends. Isn't that a good
thing?

Lucina: But consider the opposite case. Would you never befriend someone
weaker than you?

Kjelle: ...Why would I?

Lucina: We're not gladiators fighting for coin, Kjelle. We're at war! Yes, we
ought push ourselves to grow as individuals, but in the end we are a team! We
must join together as a whole, each of us supporting the other. That is the
only way this war will be won.

Kjelle: I understand your thinking, but... Gods, just thinking about those
weaklings makes my stomach churn! I see them rolling around the battlefield,
mewling like kittens and... Ugh!

Lucina: Then let us do it your way! I challenge you to a duel!

Kjelle: Er, what?

Lucina: If you beat me, I will acknowledge your philosophy as the truth.
Should you wish it, the two of us can leave this army and form our own force.
But if I win, you must swear to acknowledge your allies as equals. Strong and
weak, warrior and healer alike. We face the enemy as one! United we stand,
divided-

Kjelle: Okay, enough! I yield! ...You win.

Lucina: ...Huh?

Kjelle: I know better than to fight you when you have that look in your eye!
.. Plus, your speech had my stomach churning even more than the weaklings.

Lucina: Then you'll do as I've asked?

Kjelle: Indeed. I'm sorry, Lucina. I know at times my ego can be difficult to
deal with. I may be strong, but I am aware I'm not strong enough to win a war
alone.

Lucina: I'm pleased to hear it.

Kjelle: I still think strength is important! That's not changing. But maybe
it's time I started being more... inclusive?

Lucina: Oh? What did you have in mind?

Kjelle: Yes, I'll train the rest of this sorry lot until they meet my
standards!

Lucina: Excellent! I'm sure the others will be thrilled to have your help in
training.

Kjelle: We'll get a tougher fighting force, and I won't have to look at
weaklings all day! It's a win-win arrangement!

Lucina: Assuming everyone is able to kee up with your training...

Kjelle: As you said, we're all equals. No exceptions, no special treatment!
It's time these Shepherds were truly run through their paces! Now, a daily
10-mile run would be a good start. Then perhaps... 100 log-lifts? 200?

Lucina: Perhaps this wasn't such a grand idea after all...
=====================================================
7. Cynthia C

Cynthia: There you are, Lucina! I've been looking for you!

Lucina: Did you need something, Cynthia?

Cynthia: I wanted to ask you a little favor.

Lucina: If it's within my power, I am happy to assist.

Cynthia: I want you to buddy up with me!

Lucina: Buddy... up?

Cynthia: If we put our heads together, we could come up with some killer team
attacks! Like the Dual Grim Fandango! Or the Twin Butt-Kick of Doom!

Lucina: I'm afraid such techniques aren't my style. I try not to attract
undue attention on the battlefield, as a rule.

Cynthia: But nailing a really flamboyant move would be a guaranteed morale
booster!

Lucina: Whose morale would be boosted, exactly?

Cynthia: All of us! I mean, this is YOU we're talking about. You're Lucina!
Daughter of the big cheese! EVERYONE wants to see you kick heinie!

Lucina: You really think morale would be boosted if I "nailed a flamboyant
move"?

Cynthia: I'm smoked you even have to ask! You're like a shining ray of hope
for us. Both as Chrom's kid AND a fighter! And with such a heroic role comes
a responsibility to inspire your allies. A single word or action from you
could turn the tide of an entire battle!

Lucina: I suppose that does make a certain amount of sense...

Cynthia: Which is EXACTLY why we need to get cracking on those moves!

Lucina: ...Very well. If doing so will help to cheer on the others, I'll
begrudge no effort. I must admit this is a bit outside my purview, but I will
try my best.

Cynthia: This is gonna be GREAT! Okay, so leave everything to me. I'll come
up with all your poses and victory lines and all that!
(Cynthia leaves)

Lucina: Poses and... victory lines?
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Cynthia B

Cynthia: I hope you came prepared, Lucina. Today, we create our killer team
moves!

Lucina: I shall do my best.

Cynthia: Hey, you need to loosen up! This isn't math class or whatever. You
just need to remember the three As: aesthetics, appearances, and acrobatics!

Lucina: I believe aesthetics and appearances are the same thing.

Cynthia: Yes! Which is why it's DOUBLY important you start worrying about
them.

Lucina: ...What exactly would you have me do?

Cynthia: Okay, so first of all, you have to start waving Falchion around a
lot more. You know how it sometimes lights up, right? We can't NOT use that.
It's too awesome!

Lucina: I cannot make my blade shine at will, Cynthia. Furthermore, I'm not
sure it's appropriate to use Falchion as a prop in this pageantry.

Cynthia: I TOLD you, this is to raise your allies' morale!

Lucina: Are we conjuring mystical light purely for dramatic effect? ...Then
it's pageantry.

Cynthia: You're just saying that because you're still feeling bashful. But
it's part of a leader's job to stand up and make inspiring speeches, right?
Chrom does it all the time. Do you think he lets a little embarrassment get
in his way? This is the same thing, except with boring ol' words replaced by
glowing swords!

Lucina: ...It still feels like I'm being badgered into this. Which is why
it's so frustrating that what you say holds to a curious sort of logic.

Cynthia: Okay, so I'm gonna pretend that's a compliment and just get on with
things. Anyway, here's a diagram of the first maneuver I came up with.

Lucina: So then... We both jump into a full spin... We cross paths in
midair... You shout "Shooting Stars!" as I begin to swirl my hair in a
figure-eight pattern... ...And we're to do all this in actual combat?!

Cynthia: Yup! So we'd better get practicing!
(Cynthia leaves)

Lucina: I stand corrected. This isn't pageantry- it's a sideshow from a
traveling circus.
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Cynthia A

Lucina: Er... C-come forth... light of justice?

Cynthia: You're not selling it! What happened to the bold warrior-goddess
Lucina I know? You're fearles in combat- how can you be afraid of a few lines
of dialogue?!

Lucina: I'm sorry. It's just... It IS rather embarassing.

Cynthia: Only because you're not putting your heart into it! If you really
belt it out, you'll be surprised how convincing it sounds! It's called
"method acting," and it's all the rage among theater folk nowadays.

Lucina: If you say so...

Cynthia: Trust me, I've been doing this all my life. Now, did you rehearse-
er, train for the part where you land and Falchion glows? The timing is
really key here. Fwoomp, THEN zing! It's got to be perfect.

Lucina: It's proven even more difficult than I thought, I'm afraid. Forgive
me.

Cynthia: Yeah, but the glowing sword thing is kind of central to this move.
..Riiiiight?

Lucina: But it's not as though the light serves any actual purpose in the
attack.

Cynthia: You know, maybe it's that defeatist attitude that's keeping Falchion
from lighting up!

Lucina: I'll thank you to avoid such accusations.

Cynthia: Okay, then think of it like this...

Lucina: *Sigh* Yes...?

Cynthia: My mother used to tell me a story as a girl. One set in the age of
the great King Marth. There were three sisters who were pegasus knights, and
unrivaled in battle or beauty!

Lucina: It sounds like a typical enough cradle tale so far...

Cynthia: When faced with a great challenge, they joined three as one for
their Triangle Attack! By harnessing their combined strength, they were able
to slay any enemy!

Lucina: Any foe?

Cynthia: They say even the most fearsome foe fell before the Triangle Attack!
And every team attack since has been an attempt to recapture that awesome
power!

Lucina: Hmm... Well, if it truly holds such practical potential, it does seem
worth mastering...

Cynthia: And I'm nothing if not practical, right? Now, back to making your
sword glow!

Lucina: Right, then. Maybe this won't be such a waste of time after all!

Cynthia: I knew you'd come around eventually! Now, the first step is getting
to a point where you can make Falchion glow at will.

Lucina: If that's what it tkaes to arrive at a powerful new attack, I will
spare no effort!

Cynthia: Listen to you! I don't know about the others, but MY morale is
through the roof! This is so hero-y! The only thing we're missing now is some
epic music! We are the best... team... ever! Dum dum duuuuuum!

Lucina: Come forth, light of justice!

Cynthia: Again! More intensity!

Lucina: COME FORTH, LIGHT OF JUSTICE!
____________________________________________________________

Owain*

7. Inigo C

Owain: Shadow DRAAAAAGON!

Inigo: Ah! If it isn't Owain.

Owain: Radiant DAAAAAAAAAAWN!

Inigo: And how are you today?

Owain: Busy! ...Which I would have thought was obvious.

Inigo: Ah, I'm sorry. Perhaps I'll come back when you're done playing.

Owain: Hey! This is serious!

Inigo: Seriously... childish? Seriously... embarrassing?

Owain: Seriously none of your business! Now leave me alone. ...Seriously.

Inigo: Sigh.

Owain: Okay, just stop. You're not even sighing. You're just saying the word
"sigh." Maybe that's why all those girls keep turning you down.

Inigo: You're guaranteed to lose 100% of the jousts you never attend, my
friend.
Perhaps you should name your next move "Eternal Chastity."

Owain: Sure, why not? I've got the perfect teacher for it right in front of
me!

Inigo: Why, you little-!

Owain: What, you want to go? Come on, chump! Have at me! My Shinon Strike
will wipe the floor with you!

Inigo: Few things in life would give me greater satisfaction than to knock
you on your rear. ...But one of us has to be the adult here. And it's
obviously not going to be you.
(Inigo leaves)

Owain: Yeah, that's right. Walk away. You just keep on walking. ...Jerk.
=====================================================
Inigo B

Owain: Eliwood's... RAAAAAAAAAAGE!

Inigo: Oh, look. The little boy is playing with his dolls again.

Owain: Do you see a doll here? No, you don't! That's 'cause this is serious
business! I'm honing my psyche so I can grapple with nefarious beasts of the
night.

Inigo: Well, at least you'll be grappling with something tonight.

Owain: Oh, real mature. Now is there a point to this visit, or are you just-
H-HEY! Don't read that!

Inigo: ...Is this your diary? It's filled with bad drawings of heroes and
their weapons.

Owain: Don't! The Manual of Justice is more than your mortal eyes can handle!

Inigo: Oh, that's just adorable! You even named the book and everything!
Now let's see what we've got... "Page 1: Owain. When danger nears, his sword
hand twitches and his eyes turn red." ...Oh, come now. Really?

Owain: Give it baaaaaaaaaack!

Inigo: "Every ally hurt within a hundred paces adds a power multiplier... At
+5, a special move is unlocked that can fell the enemy boss in one hit."
Well, that IS impressive! I'm surprised you even need us around, frankly.

Owain: Why are you doing this to me? We're supposed to be allies!

Inigo: Let's jump ahead here, shall we? Hmm... How about... "Page 15: The
Awesome Catalogue of Ultimate Techniques!" The Axe of Dorcas... The Laguz
Leap... Oh, you drew flames around this name! Does that affect the
pronunciation?

Owain: Either stop reading or just stick a sword in me and be done with it.

Inigo: Oh, please. You're overreacting. Besides, genius of this ilk must be
shared.
I'll say this: your bizarre fantasy world is certainly... robust. You go all
out on everything, Owain. And in a way, I respect that.

Owain: ...R-really? This isn't just a way for you to make fun of me again?
Heh heh. Maybe there's hope for you yet.

Inigo: Yeah, see? Like this right here... "Page 27: Weapon Names-D through
F."
What's that about?

Owain: Well, um... I guess it's kind of a mental-warfare type of thing. A
sword is just a sword, you know? But a sword with a name is an ally! So I
came up with lots of possible names in case someone ever needs a suggestion.

Inigo: See? That's actually interesting.

Owain: Are you sure you're not still making fun of me?

Inigo: No, it really is interesting. ...A little bit. Not a lot.

Owain: Really?! Awesome! Wait right there! I'll get you a quill and paper,
and we can get started right away!

Inigo: Get me... started? Um...

Owain: Oh, and cancel your dinner plans, because this is gonna take a while.
But spending weeks on minutia is half the fun, right?! Ha ha ha!
(Owain leaves)

Inigo: Wait, Owain! I never... What have I gotten myself into now?
=====================================================
Inigo A

Owain: Well? Have you come up with a name for that sword yet?

Inigo: I'm still not sure where to start. ...Or WHY to start, honestly.

Owain: Come on! A fine sword like that practically shouts its name at you!
Just listen! Shhhh... Liiiiisten...

Inigo: ..... ...Nope. Apparently I don't speak sword. Help me out here,
Owain. What does it say to you?
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Owain: Hmm... This sword wants to be named... Flameclaw Wyvernborn the Foe-
Slayer!

Inigo: That's very... long. Okay, then. What about this spear?

Owain: Ha! I already named that one! That's the Skyfire Lightning-Slicer!

Inigo: Um... you don't really slice things with a spear, Owain.

Owain: Skyfire Lightning-Poker!

Inigo: .....  All... right then.

Owain: Left speechless, huh? I can't blame you.

Inigo: Remind me again how this is mental warfare and not just you being
mental?

Owain: You'll understand once I carve the name into the weapon. Here,
watch...
Impressive, right?!

Inigo: Strangely enough, yes. It does look better.

Owain: A weapon with a stronger name makes the wielder feel stronger, too!
It fills you with confidence on the field of battle and lets you fight to
your fullest!

Inigo: That kind of makes sense. ...Which scares me.

Owain: So let's get you started. Think of a good name, and then carve it into
your blade!

Inigo: All right, I will!
(Time passes)

Owain: All done?

Inigo: It's... a masterpiece!

Owain: Ha ha! That's the spirit! Let's have a look.

Inigo: Mmm, what do you think? A vast improvement over your ridiculous names,
I think you'll agree.

Owain: Inigo, these are just the names of girls who spurned your advances.
..Gods, there must be two hundred names on this thing!

Inigo: Mental warfare, my friend. With no more room for names, I HAVE to
succeed!

Owain: Yeah, but you carved out half the metal! The sword's totally worthless
now!

Inigo: Oh... Whoops.
=====================================================
7. Brady C

Owain: Halt! Who goes there?!

Brady: Halt? You're the one who just walked in. I ain't goin' nowheres.

Owain: A fine parry, sirrah. And yet, here you stand in garb most strange.
Speak, fiend! What nefarious plot are you hatching here?!

Brady: What, ya mean here in the kitchen? Dressed like a chef?

Owain: A surcoat and crown of purest white... What strange rituals are-

Brady: It's an apron and a chef's hat, idiot! I'm cookin' dinner! Even you
can't be that dense. Now quit wasting my time.

Owain: Cooking? You? Dinner? Ha! I'd sooner believe a cavalier riding a
pegasus over the moon!

Brady: Aw, I ain't got time for this malarkey! Look, tonight's my turn, all
right? Now make like eggs and beat it! You're gonna ruin the flavor.

Owain: I will not be decieved by sich deceits! What manner of madman would
allow you a turn at cooking for the camp?

Brady: I'm a fine cook, all right! I learned from my dear ol' ma! So just...
*sniff* G-get off my back!

Owain: Whoa... um, are you crying?

Brady: N-no! *sniff* ...And you're slipping out of character.

Owain: Brady, you are totally crying!

Brady: L-leave me alone! I was just cuttin' up taters, all right?!

Owain: Don't you mean onions? I don't think there's anything in potatoes
that-

Brady: I JUST FELT BAD FOR 'EM, OKAY?! Now make like my pants and split!

Owain: Fine, fine. I'm going.
=====================================================
Brady B

Owain: Alas, Brady! We meet again! ...Um, Brady?

Brady: What idiot left this helmet here?! Welp, too bad for them, 'cause I'm
gonna punt this from here to kingdo- OOOOW! Fffffffffffft!

Owain: Do you hiss at me, sir? And what was that sound of a moment ago?! It
was as the splintering of a mighty shield! The felling of a towering tree!

Brady: Hnnnnnnnnnngh...

Owain: Oh ho! I see you hunched and shivering! Do you tremble in my presence,
sir?!

Brady: N-no, you... idiot... Just... go away...

Owain: Why do you reach for your foot? Grasping for a hidden dagger, perhaps?
What are you doing, fiend?! I'll not be taken unawares! Give it here!

Brady: No no no no no- OOOOOOW! DON'T TOUCH THAT!

Owain: Okay, really. What's wrong?

Brady: You're... faling out of... character again... *sniff*

Owain: Wait, are you crying again?

Brady: *Sniff* N-no, of course not. You got rocks in your brain! I... I think
I just broke my toe... *sniff* *sniffle* ALL RIGHT, I'M CRYIN'! I'M
SENTIMENTAL, OKAY?!

Owain: Y'know, I don't think tears of pain count as being sentimental,
Brady...

Brady: Just... go away...

Owain: All right, hold on. I'll go find you a healer.
=====================================================
Brady A

Owain: Ho, Brady of the Moistened Eyes, what business have you here?!

Brady: *Sob* Sh-shut up! L-leave me... *Sniff* Just leamme alooone!

Owain: Man, are you crying already?! This is a new record.

Brady: I'm... *sob* I AIN'T CRYIN'! *sniff* *sniffle*

Owain: Actually, no. You appear to be bawling. What happened this time, old
friend?

Brady: Whaddya mean "this time"?! Ya make it sound like it's an everyday
thing!

Owain: At this point, it kind of is... And why are you here, anyway? Weren't
you joining the others on their training run?

Brady: I did! I just couldn't kee up after the first ten minutes, all right?!
Wanna make somethin' of it?! You and me gonna go round 'n' round?!

Owain: Ah, I see! That explains why you're such a sweaty mess. ...It doesn't
explain the tears, though.

Brady: I told ya! I'm sentimental!

Owain: You're sentimental about being out of shape?!

Brady: Yes, all right?! Now mind yer beeswax and leave me alone!

Owain: Um, Brady? Do you even know what "sentimental" means?

Brady: Course I do! Whaddya think I am, some kinda limp noodle?

Owain: Yes, well, you see, it's just that... You keep using it wrong.
Sentimentality is when someone gets emotional over memories or moving events.

Brady: So, like... If I saw a litter of newborn kittens and couldn't stop
cryin' for hours?

Owain: Exactly! That's being sentimental! ...And a little weird, if we're
being completely hon-

Brady: I... *choke* Hnngh!

Owain: Mordecai's claws! Are you still out of breath from running? If you
feel like you're going to be sick, just turn your head and-

Brady: *Sob* I'm fine! I just... When I pictured thos tiny kitties lyin'
there all blind and mewling... *hic*

Owain: Right... So basically you are sentimental. But you're also a huge
crybaby, too.

Brady: D-don't tell the others about this! If you do, I'll take yer lunch
money!

Owain: Heh, you put up a tough front, but you're just a huge softy inside. I
don't think Brady of the Moistened Eyes is ready to join the Justice Cabal.
..But still, I'm glad we're friends.

Brady: ...That mean you won't tell no one?

Owain: Heh. If it's that important to you, your secret's safe with me. Call
me sentimental!
____________________________________________________________

Kjelle*

7. Severa C

Kjelle: Whew! I'm beat today...

Severa: Does tired equal sloppy in your world? Because your shirt is coming
unbuttoned. And I know you're sweaty from combat or whatever, but oh my gosh.
..Ew.

Kjelle: Har! A little skin isn't going to kill anybody. Besides, this area's
off limits to the men. And it's not like it's something you haven't seen
before.

Severa: That doesn't mean I WANT to see it! Gods, would it kill you to act
like a lady once in a while?

Kjelle: At least I'm enough of a lady to mind my manners and not stare!

Severa: I'm pointing this out for your own sake!

Kjelle: Hah! I've never cared about stuff like this, and you know it.

Severa: It's one thing for a child to be a tomboy, Kjelle, but you're a grown
woman now! Augh! Now I can see your stomach! Really, have a little... Wow.
Those are serious abs, Kjelle. I could do my laundry on them. No wonder you
walk around with your shirt hanging off...

Kjelle: It's not "hanging off." I just untucked it! ...And why the
compliment, anyway?

Severa: I... I don't know! It just popped out of my mouth.

Kjelle: You don't have the hots for me or something, do you?

Severa: Hah! You couldn't handle me for an hour, and you know it! I'm just a
little jealous is all. You're pretty, yet still so tough and strong.

Kjelle: Well, looking is free, I guess. Knock yourself out.

Severa: Gods, Kjelle! Seriously, could you try and not act like a boor for
five minutes?

Kjelle: You compliment me left and right, and then you want me to be more
modest? So what do I do? Flee in terror anytime a girl catches a glimpse of
my belly?

Severa: That's the general idea, yes. A proper lady never shows skin above
the ankles and below the neck. A proper lady understands that less is more!

Kjelle: ...Girls care about the dumbest things sometimes.

Severa: Hello? YOU'RE a girl!
=====================================================
Severa B

Severa: Augh! Kjelle!

Kjelle: What'd I do now, Severa?

Severa: Don't just drop your old clothes on the floor when you undress!

Kjelle: What, are you worried someone's going to trip?

Severa: No! ...I mean, yes! ...I mean, that is so not the point of this
conversation! We've spoken about this before, remember? Your utter lack of
femininity and decorum? You're acting like a crusty old roustabout!

Kjelle: Being a roustabout is honest work. Without them ships couldn't sail
or-

Severa: That is so totally the point of what I'm saying! ...It was a
metaphor. I meant that you act and sound like a ruffian! A male ruffian!
*Sigh* All right. I can see I'm going to have to step in here. Since you're
apparently hopelessly ignorant of even basic beauty tips, I'll teach you.
We'll begin with makeup. I trust you're at least familiar with the concept?

Kjelle: I've heard of it, yes.

Severa: Well then today is your first lesson! Just come over here to my
vanity...
Now then! The first step is to build a nice foundation that can-

Kjelle: I'm not letting you put this pasty goop on my face, if that's what
you're thinking.

Severa: Of course not. ...YOU'RE going to put it on your face! You'll never
learn otherwise, right? Now come on! Chop-chop!
(Time passes)
Severa: ...Wow. That was really, really horrific. Maybe a little
demonstration would have been in order after all.

Kjelle: I'm just glad to finally have it all washed off my face! So, how'd I
do? Your eyes kind of bugged out, so I'm gussing I did it wrong.

Severa: Makeup should accent and flatter the features, Kjelle. Not act as a
disguise. You looked like you were preparing to rob the royal treasury.

Kjelle: Accent? Disguise? What's the difference? They both just hide who you
are.

Severa: No need to be hostile, dear. Let's set cosmetics aside for the time
being.
A woman's charm is the sum of a thousand tiny, yet deliberate, gestures. She
does not run rough shod around the camp like an overburdened pack animal.
She glides as she walks, using light and nimble steps!

Kjelle: Like, uh... This? *stomp* *tromp* *kerplunk*

Severa: No, no, no! Graceful, Kjelle! Graceful! Be like a peaceful forest
stream!
One step flows into the next! Arms, too, are easy and fluid! ...Unclench that
fist!
Eye contact is critical, but do not stare. A demure glance and smile are
sufficient.
Even brushing your hair must be a conscious, calculated action. ...No! Not
like that! TOSS the hair, Kjelle! Don't ruffle it like an old hound's scruff!

Kjelle: I'm never going to remember all of this.

Severa: You will if I make you! With proper training and patience, I'll make
you a lady yet!

Kjelle: I'd rather you let me get back to training that actually matters.
We're trying to win a war, not a damn beauty pageant!
=====================================================
Severa A

Kjelle: Er... G-good afternoon, Severa. You're... looking well?

Severa: Better. Not great. ...Or good, really. But better. Now you need to
focus on the delivery. In time, it will be fluid and natural. Still, I
suppose I should thank the gods you've come even this far.

Kjelle: If makes you feel better, I'm tripping less in those absurd shoes you
gave me. Oh, and I combed my hair this morning. One hundred strokes exactly.

Severa: And it looks lovely!

Kjelle: There's just so much to remember... I'm always sure I'm forgetting
something. I guess it's just good that I'm improving.

Severa: As you will continue to do, I'm sure! Plus, you have the advantage of
being naturally beautiful.

Kjelle: Well, um... Thanks, I guess. ......

Severa: What? Is there something on my hands? You keep staring.

Kjelle: Your fingers are so long and pretty. I don't know how I didn't notice
before.

Severa: Kjelle! Now THAT is a very sweet and ladylike compliment! I'm so
proud of you right now!

Kjelle: Does that mean I pass?

Severa: Pass? You're going to be valedictorian! I hereby name you a graduate
of Severa's Finishing School for Warrior Ladies!

Kjelle: Heh heh. Warrior ladies. Oh, that's rich. That's... ...Uh-oh.

Severa: What is it?

Kjelle: I've been so focused on remembering what you taught me, I think I
forgot other stuff! ...Oh, gods! I don't remember how to fight!

Severa: What?!

Kjelle: Ack! I'm trying, but nothing's coming back! It's all a big blank!
Which end of a sword do you hold? It's the pointy end, right? ...OUCH!
Dammit! Wrong end! I knew this girly stuff was a bad idea!

Severa: W-Well, worry not, dear. I'm here to help. We'll enroll you in
Severa's Combat Class for Lady Warriors next.

Kjelle: You'd better hope I've forgiven you by the time I graduate!

Severa: Just don't go and forget ow to act like a lady this time! You'll
thank me once this war is over and you're on the prowl for love!

Kjelle: Would you get started already? I can feel my muscles disappearing!
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Laurent*

7. Yarne C

Yarne: Ugh. I reeeeally don't want to fight today.

Laurent: What are you doing here, Yarne?

Yarne: Ack! L-Laurent?!

Laurent: Preparations for the coming battle are underway. The others are
waiting.

Yarne: Yeaah, I'd love to go, but my, uh... My stomach is just killing me!

Laurent: Then why are you clutching your head?

Yarne: I meant head!

Laurent: If you're going to manlinger, put some effort into it. Now come
along.

Yarne: I'm not! It's the change of the seasons! Us taguel get migration
headaches!

Laurent: *Sigh* I'm disappointed in you, Yarne. I know you abhor fighting,
but I thought you above juvenile antics and feigned illness.

Yarne: I'm not faking anything! I just really don't feel well today, all
right?! I'll have you know I'm a great fighter! I could beat anybody if I
wanted to!

Laurent: Judging by the fervor of your shouting, your headache is in
remission. Shall we join the others, then?

Yarne: What?! I... No, I think I... I pulled my spleen in that outburst! I've
got a trick liver! Runner's elbow! The grippe! Sleeping sickness! ...Ugh,
fine. Wait up.
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Yarne B

Laurent: Yarne? We need to speak.

Yarne: Well, that doesn't sound foreboding at all...

Laurent: Halfway through the last battle, you elected to disregard orders and
flee.

Yarne: I, er... I can see how it would look that way, but there was a really
good reason for--

Laurent: I have not interest in your excuse. Are you aware that your actions
bear repercussions for the rest of us?

Yarne: Sure, but I, uh... I twisted my septum! I'd have only gotten in the
way.

Laurent: You sprained your nose? ...Really?

Yarne: ...Yes?

Laurent: Chrom gave you orders with the expectation you would carry them out.
He trusted you. Are you content to blithely betray others' faith in you?

Yarne: .......

Laurent: I fear I've passed disappointment and find myself between
astonishment and disgust.

Yarne: Hey, who do you think you are to judge me, anyway?! You're not Chrom,
so don't go speaking for him! You make it sound like you know best for
everybody, but you don't know a thing!

Laurent: .......

Yarne: And you definitely don't know what it's like to be me! Sure, I'm not
the bravest guy around, but did you ever stop to wonder why that is? If I go
charging out into combat and make one mistake, an entire race goes extinct! I
hold back because I have to, all right?! So stop presuming and just back off!

Laurent: There we are. Excellent.

Yarne: ...What's excellent?

Laurent: I hypothesized there was fire in you, so I stoked it. You've proven
me correct. If you nurture that fire and preserve it, you need never lack for
courage in battle.

Yarne: What?!

Laurent: Your enemy isn't cowardice so much as inertia. Your legitimate drive
for self-preservation has become a habit. An obstacle.

Yarne: Wait, so all that stuff you said... You were trying to make me mad?

Laurent: A regretable necessity. But I think the results speak for
themselves. You aren't wrong to approach battle with trepidation, of course.
The risks are real. But given your fire and connate combat prowess as a
taguel, you will manage.

Yarne: You make it sound so simple. But war isn't so cut and dryin--

Laurent: I'm afraid it's time we joined the others. Battle calls! Fight
bravely, Yarne. I have utmost faith in you.

Yarne: Maybe I'll... Hey, Laurent, why are you grabbing my--Ow! Quit tugging!
My race needs that arm!
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Yarne A

Yarne: Ugh, I'm sore... Guess I went a little overboard out there.

Laurent: Yarne!

Yarne: G-go easy, Laurent! I actually tried my--

Laurent: You were superb!

Yarne: ...What, that's it? No lecture?

Laurent: What's to lecture about? Your performance was beyond reproach. You
were unanimously pronounced the hero of yesterday's battle.

Yarne: Hey, all I did was play decoy. Everyone else did the real work.

Laurent: You're too modest! Yours was the most critical role, and the most
dangerous. And you saw it through brilliantly. Truly, an impressive
performance.

Yarne: Well hey, if you say so! It feels pretty good to hear that from you.

Laurent: I knew that you could manage any challenge if you shed your habit of
running.

Yarne: And I said I was a great fighter when I really got serious!

Laurent: I'm pleased that day has finally come. Now you need only to preserve
this momentum for future battles!

Yarne: Future... battles?

Laurent: Just so. Anyone able to execute orders as exacting as yesterday's is
a great asset. I'm certain Chrom will be making extensive use of your skills
in the days to come.

Yarne: Er, but... what about days when my stomach's acting up?

Laurent: Worry not. I've already given word to everyone on the cooking
rotation. You'll be served a special gruel specially prepared for maximum
ease of digestion.

Yarne: Bleagh... Wh-what about my insomnia? My migration headaches?!

Laurent: I'll be by your tent each night to put to bed. By magic or blunt
trauma, as needed. Also, "migration headaches" aren't a thing.

Yarne: My trick liver!

Laurent: ...Can be removed.

Yarne: Eek!

Laurent: Now, now. Cheer up, Yarne. And walk while you do it or we'll be late
for today's battle.

Yarne: I get the feeling staying angry won't be hard with you around,
Laurent...
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7. Gerome C

Laurent: Ah, Gerome. I was looking for you. Do you have a moment?

Gerome: What is it, Laurent?

Laurent: I'm here to give my regular report, as per our arrangement.

Gerome: Oh, yes, of course. How could I forget?

Laurent:  Ahem! I'm happy to report that today everyone continues to be in
good health. There have been no reported instances of brawls or other
insubordination. Logistics are running smoothly, and we have sufficient
stockpiles of military supplies.

Gerome: ...Right. Er, thank you as always.

Laurent: Keeping a careful eye on things is one of my particular talents.
However, there is one matter...

Gerome: Yes?

Laurent: Er, perhaps I'm overstating its import. Please forget I mentioned
it.

Gerome: ...Very well.
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Gerome B

Laurent: ...And in conclusion, everything is going smoothly, as usual.

Gerome: Very good. But one thing, before you go...

Laurent: What is it?

Gerome: In your report just now, you neglected to suggest that we stock up on
arrows.

Laurent: Is that a particular concern?

Gerome: We're likely to march within the week and can expect to encounter
aerial forces. I strongly suggest we'll need extra arrows in the baggage
train.

Laurent: An astute observation. I shall make the necessary adjustments to the
manifest.

Gerome: The report was otherwise acceptable.

Laurent: ..... Forgive me for saying this, but you are... more involved than
you seem.

Gerome: How so?

Laurent: You ask me to make daily reports on the health and status of the
Shepherds, yes? It's almost like you... care about us.

Gerome: I only care about victory, Laurent. And victory demands preparation.
I hate it when something- or someone- lets me down in a battle.

Laurent: Nevertheless, I'd like to thank you. On behald of everyone, of
course.

Gerome: .....

Laurent: There is one other thing, though...

Gerome: Yes?

Laurent: Oh, er, well... I suppose it's nothing that can't wait.

Gerome: Come now. What's on your mind?

Laurent: ...It is, I admit, a bit of a whimsical notion on my part, but...
Well, I was hoping you might consider speaking with the others more often.

Gerome: ...I don't understand.

Laurent: Instead of using me as a proxy, you could confer with them directly.
You might even build a stronger rapport with the company as a result.

Gerome: I'm not the rapport-building type.

Laurent: Perhaps an idea whose time has not come. At any rate, I'll report
again tomorrow.

Gerome: Good. And, er... thank you.
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Gerome A

Gerome: Laurent, do you have a moment?

Laurent: Instigating a conversation with me? This is tryly a singular event!

Gerome: Tell me, are you going to check on the soldiers and supplies today?

Laurent: I was about to begin my rounds, yes.

Gerome: Would you mind if I accompany you? I'd like to help if I could.

Laurent: ...But I thought you preferred to stay in the background?

Gerome: I've been thinking about what you suggested when last we talked...
It's ture that I shouldn't rely solely on you to learn about conditions in
the camp. I should stop hiding like a craven and talk to my comrades face-to-
face.

Laurent: I didn't mean to imply that-

Gerome: My words, Laurent. Not yours. But they are true nonetheless. I've
been giving you the brunt of the work whil I hid in my tent pretending to
help.

Laurent: You're being too hard on yourself.

Gerome: No I'm not. I should have done this a long time ago. So, will you let
me come with you? I'm anxious to learn what you do.

Laurent: Of course. I know the troops are all quite anxious to speak to you.

Gerome: Well, I'm anxious to meet them as well.

Laurent: Right this way then, if you please...
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Cynthia*

8. Severa C

Cynthia: Get busy dying, or get busy dying MORE! ...That's my best victory
catchphrase yet! I can't wait to use it! Hmm... But do I shout it before the
killing blow or after? ...Oooooh! Or DURING?! Oh my gosh, this is going to be
so great!

Severa: Oh, gods. Nerd alert. Just make sure I'm not around when you start
yelling like a maniac, all right?

Cynthia: Did you come here just to be a jerk?

Severa: Just appreciating the irony of your situation is all. The more you
embrace your "hero" bit, the more of a loser you are.

Cynthia: That is so totally not true! Heroes are completely awesome! And it's
also none of your business!

Severa: Oh, you poor girl. Don't you know that everyone in camp is ashamed of
you?

Cynthia: Nuh-uh! I get compliments all the time!

Severa: That's called pity. They're trying not to hurt your pathetic wittle
feewings.

Cynthia: At least I HAVE feelings! You don't get it because you're
emotionally stunted! A cynical ice queen like you can't possibly fathom the
awesomeness of a real hero! Y-you're a villain! ...A supervillain, even!

Severa: If having no patience for your sad little fantasies makes me a
villain, so be it. ...Meh. I'm bored of making fun of you now. Go back to
playing your little games.

Cynthia: I will! Good day! And good riddance!
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Severa B

Cynthia: Cry justice into the dark of night, and it will echo back,
"Cynthia!" Any who would face divine judgment, step forward and meet my
blade! ...Yes! Nailed it! That's a total keeper!

Severa: As in, keep out of sight? ...Keep secret forever? ...Keep being a big
fat loser?

Cynthia: Keep being a huge jerk! What's wrong, jerk? Did you run out of flies
to pull the wings off of?

Severa: Don't flatter yourself. I was just passing by. ...I should keep
walking before someone sees us talking and gets the wrong idea.

Cynthia: I wish you would! You're like a dark cloud that just floats around
raining on people. I don't think I've ever heard a single nice thing come out
of your mouth!

Severa: All part of being a... what was it again? A cynical little ice queen?
If I played along with your sorry delusions, what sort of villain would I be?
Yes, I'm afraid you're stuck with me. Mwah ha ha ha ha!

Cynthia: That DOES it! I demand a duel!

Severa: ...Wait. YOU are challenging ME?!

Cynthia: Name your terms, villain! I'll outrun you, outfence you, or even
outEAT you! Whoever loses has to apologize to the winner!

Severa: I'm sure you could win the eating contest easily...

Cynthia: Ha! You talk a big game, but that's all you are--a big bag of hot
wind. A supervillain like you wouldn'y have the guts to face me in a fair
fight!

Severa: I was going to take pity and spare you the humiliation, but so be it.
You're on, loser! I hope you're ready to be crushed like a cockroach!

Cynthia: Ha! Now that's a lame line if I ever heard one! So, what'll it be?
Name your challenge. Pick anything you like. Doesn't matter to me. I'm better
than you at everything!

Severa: Destroying you at any single event wouldn't prove the spectacular gap
in our skills. I'll take you up on all three of the tests.

Cynthia: ...Er, all three?

Severa: That's right! Unless you want to go ahead and concede now?

Cynthia: N-not on your life! I'm going to enjoy grinding you into the dirt!

Severa: Hah! Now who sounds like a villain? Maybe you should drop the prissy
little hero act and join me on the snarky side...

Cynthia: Never!

Severa: Then I suggest you stop dreaming up catchphrases and start drafting
that apology. You'll be needing it soon! Mwah ha ha ha!
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Severa A

Cynthia: ...I'm impressed you showed up.

Severa: Oh, I wouldn't miss it. I'm looking forward to that apology.

Cynthia: Yeah? Well I'm looking forward to... Uh... Showing you that justice
always prevails!

Severa: Ugh, whatever. It always comes back to that with you, doesn't it?

Cynthia: A hero's fate is to see justice done. Meanwhile, villains like you
are fated to get kicked around by us heroes!

Severa: Well, since you seem so full of energy, we'll start with a foot race.
Keep up if you can!

Cynthia: Ha! I'll leave you in the dust!

Cynthia: *Gasp* *pant* How were you... able to keep up?

Severa: *Huff* *gasp* "Keep up"? I was... in the lead!

Cynthia: What?! *wheeze* That's... ridiculous!

Severa: *Gasp* This whole... duel is ridiculous... One challenge down, and
we're no closer to a resolution than when we started. On to round two!

Cynthia: Swordplay, was it? As you wish... Have at you!

Severa: *Smack* Oh my gosh, what?! That hurt, you lunatic! No one cares if
YOUR ugly face gets ruined, but I'M pretty!

Cynthia: *Bop* Yowch! Your insults don't hurt as much as these dumb wooden
swords!

Severa: Okay, time out! I'm exhausted!

Cynthia: What say we recuperate with a little snack, hmm? On to the eating
competition!

Severa: Urrrrp! S-so stuffed... C-c-can't... eat... another... bite...

Cynthia: D-don't... talk... about food... C-can't... even... move...

Severa: I think we tied again. This is stupid! Three rounds and we STILL
don't have a winner! I don't even care anymore! I'm completely wiped. I'm not
moving another inch today.

Cynthia: Ugh, me too. Let's just forget the whole thing.

Severa: I always thought you were just a loser with big loser fantasies...
But you've actually got guts... and heart.

Cynthia: And I guess you're not just an emotionally stunted ice queen. You've
got fire in your belly. I could maybe even learn from you.

Severa: We're kind of a weirdly matched pair, huh? How about I let you call
the duel a draw and we try being friends?

Cynthia: Let me, huh? Ooooh, so generous! But when you think about it, our
mothers were friends as much as they were allies. Maybe we were fated to be
the same all along.

Severa: I'm too tired to think about fate.

Cynthia: Ha ha, I'm barely keeping my eyes open here, too. I say we take a
nap, then go for a cup of tea.

Severa: Deal... But I get to... pick the... Zzz...

Cynthia: Ha ha. You fell asl... Zzz...
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7. Nah C

Cynthia: Perfect! There you are!

Nah: Did you need something?

Cynthia: As a matter of fact, I do need one teensy-weensy favor!

Nah: And what might that be?

Cynthia: Could you turn into a dragon? Just for a second! Pretty please?

Nah: Um...why?

Cynthia: Er, um, because... Becaaause... Because I'm going to strike a
totally awesome pose on top of you!

Nah: ...What?

Cynthia: A dashing knight, perched atop a dragon's head, crying victory to
the four winds! Can you imagine anything more amazing?

Nah: Yeah, actually. I can. I mean, I suppose it's kind of amazing for the
posing knight... But the dragon's part seems pretty lousy, if you ask me.
Sorry, but I'm not going to serve as some kind of elaborate prop.

Cynthia: H-hey! You're not a prop! Knight and dragon stand together as a
single unit! Equals in every way! You'll love it, I promise!

Nah: The word "equals" rarely applies when one person's rear is on the
other's head.

Cynthia: Aww, you're overthinking this... C'mon, transform! Please? Let me
pose on your head!

Nah: No. This whole conversation is silly! Do you know how scarce
dragonstones are? Using one to stage your ridiculous farce is simply not
going to happen!

Cynthia: Oh you're so stingy! And stubborn! You're being kind of childish
here, Nah. I've got to admit.

Nah: Hello, pot. Meet kettle.

Cynthia: Well, I don't give up so easily. I'll be back as many times as it
takes!

Nah: Why don't you go and find a hobby that doesn't involve me?
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Nah B

Cynthia: I'm back, Nah!

Nah: *Sigh*

Cynthia: So are you ready to transform for me yet or what?

Nah: Hold a moment. Let me check... Nope. Still not going to do it.

Cynthia: See, 'cause I've been thinking it over, and I think I know the
problem. If I'm sitting on your head, it kind of makes you look like a prop,
right?

Nah: That's pretty much exactly what I told you the first time.

Cynthia: Right! That's why I figured out a solution! If we gave you a real
role to play, you'd be more than just a piece of theater staging!

Nah: And just what role did you have in mind for me?

Cynthia: Are you curious? Hmm? Someone's cuuurious!

Nah: I don't think I've ever been so uninterested in my whole life. Whatever
you have planned, I'm sure it's horribly demeaning.

Cynthia: Aww, come on! That hurts! Don't you trust me, Nah? Anyway, since you
almost asked, I'll tell you... You'll play my rival!

Nah: Excuse me?

Cynthia: Bound by fate to clash time and again, the bards sing odes of our
many battles! You are Nah, Draconic Queen of Darkest Darkness!

Nah: Darkest dark... Wait, what?

Cynthia: Time and again, I rise up to fight you for the sake of good and
happiness and light. But time and again you flee like a craven before I can
deliver the finishing blow!

Nah: Hey! Why do I play the craven?!

Cynthia: But fate has at long last seen fit to end this epic struggle! Our
ten-thousand-year war has finally come to its climax!

Nah: I'm not ten thousand years old yet. And you'll be lucky to see tomorrow
if you keep talking!

Cynthia: The duel is a sight the likes of which the world has never seen, nor
will again. At combat's end, the dust clears, revealing the fate of these two
warrior-goddesses... The divine hero Cynthia stands victorious! The wicked
Nah is vanquished! HUZZAH!

Nah: .....

Cynthia: Cynthia stands triumphant, one leg perched atop the prone and
breathless Nah! She tilts her head back and lets forth a mighty victory roar!
The people go wild! Yay! Huzzah! Nice job, Cynthia! We love Cynthia! Hip-hip-
hooray! ...And so on. ...Well? What do you think?

Nah: That is the stupidest idea I have ever heard in my life.

Cynthia: What? Really?

Nah: This conversation is over!

Cynthia: What?! Aw, Nah! Don't go! Hey! Come back!
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Nah A

Nah: Unbelievable. Even after that, Cynthia keeps begging me to transform!
I'm not a prop, and I'm certainly not the wicked queen of darkness! Really,
the nerve!

Cynthia: Heeeeeey, Nah! I'm back again! Miss me?

Nah: Speak of the wicked queen...

Cynthia: Aww, I missed you, too. Anyway, I was hoping you'd finally be ready
to transform and let me up on your head!

Nah: Talking to you is like arguing with a wall. ...A stupid wall.

Cynthia: A wall who only wants one teeny-tiny favor that will only take five
minutes! Please? I'll climb back down as soon as I'm done!

Nah: *Sniff, sniff* ...Huh? Cynthia, your smell...

Cynthia: What? What smell? I don't smell! I took a bath last week!

Nah: N-no, that's not what I... Manaketes can tell a person's intentions by
their scent.

Cynthia: Wow, really? That's kind of amazing.

Nah: I'm sensing that you...actually want to be friends with me.

Cynthia: Well, yeah, of course!

Nah: So that's the reason you've been hanging around me all this time?

Cynthia: Well, what else could it be? You're always so serious! I didn't
really know what you liked to do for fun. I figured if I could get you to
transform, we could have a few laughs and break the ice.

Nah: I thought you were just...I don't know. Making fun of me or something.

Cynthia: Well, I really was looking to have fun, but not at anybody's
expense. It's no fun for me unless you're having fun, too!

Nah: Cynthia... I think I may have misjudged you.

Cynthia: So, is that a yes? Can we be friends?

Nah: Of course we can be friends!

Cynthia: Yay! Friends at last! ...Now transform, and I'll just scurry on up
and roar my mighty battle cry!

Nah: I didn't say anything about that!
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Brady*

8. Yarne C

Brady: .....

Yarne: Something wrong, Brady?

Brady: Yeah, I took a jab from a spear in the last battle. Hurts like the
dickens. Don't suppose you've got some secret taguel wonder medicine, eh?

Yarne: I do, actually. Well, it's not taguel, but it's good stuff regardless.

Brady: And it really works? You ain't yankin' ol' Bradu's chain here, yeah?

Yarne: It works like a charm, though it smells like rotten socks. Then again,
it's a secret recipe- so rotten socks may actually be an ingredient!

Brady: I'll chug soiled undies if it makes this pain go away. Thanks, rabbit!
*Glug, glug, glug*

Yarne: Well? How's it feel?

Brady: ...Sweet thunder! I can see the wound sewin' shut before my very eyes!

Yarne: Well, if you ever need more, come see me. Nobody's better stocked on
medicine than a hypochondriac. Oh, and be sure to get plenty of rest, too.
Maybe take it easy today?

Brady: No can do. We got training exercises after this, remember?

Yarne: Training or no, I'm not a huge fan of any activity where people swing
sharp things at me. That's how accidents happen! Horrible, face-peeling
accidents... And the fact that it's mostly safe also means it's slightly
deadly! As the last of the taguel, I can't afford to risk it.

Brady: If you go into battle without training at all, it'll be a lot more
than slightly deadly! Now, c'mon! Stop flappin' yer gums and start movin' yer
legs!

Yarne: H-hey, wait! I told you, I'm not... HEY! Let go! Unhand me, brute!
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Yarne B

Brady: YAAARNE!

Yarne: Gah?! Wh-what did I do? Why are you so angry?

Brady: Don't play the sap with me! What was that sorry show you put on in the
last battle?

Yarne: What? Er... I have no idea what you mean. Ha ha... ha... I was trying
my... hardest?

Brady: Aw, go suck a lemon! You never got closer than 50 paces to the enemy!
The rest of us are risking our necks! If yer that useless, why not stay
home?!

Yarne: I am not useless! I could be really strong if I wanted to! Taguel are
far better fighters than humans! You show me the enemy and I'll beat 'em!
With... with one paw tied behind my back! Er... that is... if I weren't the
last of my kind. I need to stay clear of danger and... You know. Stay alive.
Keep the bloodline going?

Brady: It's always the same load of malarkey with you, ain't you?! You brag
about how great the taguel are, but you never actually fight! How do you
think that makes a guy like me feel? Huh?! I wish I could fight more than I
do, but my body can't keep up! It ain't my fault I'm the least athletic guy
in the history of the world... But that don't stop me from tryin'!

Yarne: Brady... A-all right... Fine.

Brady: "Fine," what?!

Yarne: Fine, I'll show you what I can do! Next battle, I'm out there! I'll
prove once and for all I'm not just some coward!

Brady: Ha! If your promises were wooden nickels, I'd have a... Wait, that's
not... Look, you know that means actually joinin' the front lines, yeah? I'll
be watchin' to see how long it takes you to turn yellow. ...So impress me!

Yarne: M-maybe I will!
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Yarne A

Brady: Hey, Yarne! I saw ya out there on the field!

Yarne: ...And? How was I?

Brady: Pretty amazin'! You really held your own!

Yarne: Heh, stop. You'll make me blush!

Brady: Took ya long enough to get serious, but it was worth all the
badgering. Now ya just have to keep it up. No more runnin' from the front
lines!

Yarne: Wait, what?

Brady: You're tough when you actually bother to fight, yeah? So I'm sayin'
you need to make every battle a repeat of today!

Yarne: Er, I don't... That was a one-time thing. I was just proving a point!
I thought I could go back to... you know? NOT proving a point?

Brady: You realize we're still at war here, right? Don't make me slap an
endangered species!

Yarne: N-no, wait! I just... I just think all my fallen ancestors would be
angry if I risked the life of the last taguel!

Brady: You're gonna have a lot more than angry ghosts to worry about here in
a sec!

Yarne: Gah! Quit yelling at me! You're freaking me out! Stress is bad for the
heart! Are you trying to kill me?!

Brady: Don't tempt me, bunny! And seriously, did you completely miss what I
meant before?!

Yarne: ...Did I?

Brady: You want to talk about your ancestors? Fine! Let's take a look!

Yarne: Huh?

Brady: The taguel are natural born fighters, yeah? So what does that tell ya?
They've been fightin' for generations! They valued strength above all in
their partners! Fightin' ain't just how they survived, it's who they were!
It's your heritage! As the last inheritor of that legacy, ain't it your job
to make sure THAT don't die?!

Yarne: .....

Brady: Whew... Got a little hot under the collar there.

Yarne: ...But you're right.  I guess somewhere along the way, I lost sight of
what I was trying to protect. No more running. I'll muster up my courage and
face life head-on! ...Ish.

Brady: THAT'S IT! IT'S SLAPPIN' TIME!

Yarne: H-hey, I'm not going to change into a whole new person overnight! I'll
give it my best shot, but I'm sure there will still be times I want to run
and hide.

Brady: Well, I guess I can stick around to light a fire under that tail of
yours when ya do!

Yarne: Thanks, Brady. I'll be counting on you to do just that!

Brady: Oh, it'll be my pleasure, rabbit.
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8. Inigo C

Inigo: Another day, another rejection. Honestly, this is just getting silly.
How long will it take womankind to realize my many, many charms?! Mm? What's
that? Someone's hunched over the side of the road... I hope he's all ri--
Brady?

Brady: Aw, I know it was hard. But ya made it, little buddy!

Inigo: Everything all right, Brady?

Brady: GAH! I-Inigo?! D-don't startle me like that!

Inigo: Sorry! I just saw you and wanted... Wait, are you crying?

Brady: N-no! Of course I ain't cryin'! Why would I be cryin'?!

Inigo: ...Then who came and cried on your face?

Brady: No one! I mean... Um... Sh-shut up! What are you doing here, anyway?!

Inigo: I'm just wandering the hillside pondering the futility of love. ...So
really. Why are you crying?

Brady: None'a yer beeswax!

Inigo: Tell me! ...Or I'll tell everyone I saw big, tough Brady bawling his
eyes out.

Brady: Blackmail! ...Oh, fine. I saw this tiny flower bloomin' by the
roadside and I got a little misty. You happy now?

Inigo: ...... PAAAH HA HA HA HA HA HA! Hoooo! I'm sorry. I just... I never
figured you for the sentimental type.

Brady: Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, why don't ya. Just don't go tellin' no one,
y'hear?

Inigo: My lips are sealed. ...Provided you do me one little favor.

Brady: Ugh. What?

Inigo: Cheer up! It's nothing difficult--I promise. We can talk about it next
time. I'll be in touch! Ta-ta!

Brady: ...Ugh. Why'd it have to be him?
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Inigo B

Brady: NO STINKING WAY! I AIN'T DOIN' IT!

Inigo: Aw, come on! Don't be such a wet blanket, Brady! All you have to do is
walk next to me next time I hit the town. It couldn't be easier!

Brady: Next time you go hit on girls, you mean! I don't wanna get dragged
into your sad little world, pal!

Inigo: There's nothing sad about it! We'll talk to some girls, have a nice
cup of tea, and everyone walks away whistling.

Brady: I'd sooner drink poison! Go ask someone else!

Inigo: Well, all right. I'm sure one of the others would be willing to be my
wingman. We can exchange a good laugh at how sad you were the other day...

Brady: Y-you rotten little weasel! I'll kill ya! And I was NOT sad! I just
had a lot of somethin' in my eye!

Inigo: Poetic license. Now, come on. It's just this one time.

Brady: Ugh... Fine. But just this once! I don't get why you want me, anyway.
I'm a real square, ya know.

Inigo: And that's why you're PERFECT!

Brady: Haw?

Inigo: I just need you to stand there looking glum and sullen. Meanwhile,
I'll be impressing the ladies with my smooooth moves.

Brady: Wait! You just want me to make you look good by comparison!

Inigo: Genius, isn't it?

Brady: NO, IT AIN'T! Did you really expect me to say yes to this?!

Inigo: I'm not expecting you to say anything, actually. Your outdated slang
would likely send all the pretty girls running for cover. ...Unless you think
you actually CAN flirt with the ladies. Mmm?

Brady: I-I didn't say that! I just... I don't... Aw, horsefeathers! Fine.
I'll go. But just this once, hear? Then never, EVER again!

Inigo: Thank, Brady. See you tonight!

Brady: Gah, this is gonna be humiliatin'!
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Inigo A

Inigo: Wh-whyyy? *sniff* Hooow?! Tell me... Tell me it's all a bad dream!
*Sniiiff* Waaaaaah!

Brady: Gods, pull yourself together, man! You've been sobbin' for an hour.

Inigo: You don't know what it's LIKE! You... you just don't know.

Brady: If you don't stop, I'm gonna tell everyone to come enjoy the show.
Believe me, it's a very temptin' idea.

Inigo: I don't care! Everything was going fine until you ruined it, ruiner!
This is all your fault!

Brady: It's my fault you started runnin' your mouth about me? My fault you
talk a pack of strangers about how you saw me crying?! I'm the one who should
be yelling at YOU, twerp!

Inigo: ...Heh. Heh heh heh... Ah ha ha ha ha ha!

Brady: This cat's gone loco...

Inigo: No, you're right. You're right! That's what started it. I just don't
understand why it made the ladies fall all over you! ...And start ignoring
me, I might add!

Brady: The heck should I know?! They came at me so fast, I could barely
follow what they were saying. Somethin' about a thug with a heart'a gold.
Then that other gal went off 'bout how dreamy sensitive men are.

Inigo: How is sobbing over a flower dreamy?!

Brady: Don't ask me, pal. First time anybody's ever said anything like that
to me. I always thought bein' a crybaby was... Ya know. Shameful.

Inigo: Oh, nice. Rub salt in the wound. You think I'm not ashamed enough
already? Then fine, go ahead and laugh! Laugh at the big, fat crybaby! And of
course, now that I'm sobbing, there isn't a woman to be found!

Brady: Brother? You have GOT to let this go. So you're bad at picking up
dames. Who cares?!

Inigo: Easy for you to say. They were fawning over you! Well, good for you,
Mr. Popular. I'm reeeeeeal happy for you.

Brady: I should redecorate your face with my fist for all this nonsense. But
ya know what? Now I know that bein' sentimental ain't all bad. A huge load's
been lifted from me today, and I guess I got you to thank for it.

Inigo: So you got to play dreamboat AND were cured of a lifelong trauma? I'd
say someone owes me big.

Brady: Maybe. But I ain't doin' this again!

Inigo: Damn right you're not! I don't want you anywhere near me next time!

Brady: Heh. Maybe we're more alike than I thought.

Inigo: Hardly! And don't think I'm not still furious with you!

Brady: Aw, boo hoo hoo. Quit bein' such a Melvin!
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Severa*

7. Noire C

Noire: Um, so, Severa? I have to... Er... Do you mind?

Severa: Isn't it time you learned to do this by yourself?

Noire: Puh-puh-please?

Severa: Oh, all right! Gods!

Noire: S-sorry! I'm just scared, is all.

Severa: Too scared of the dark to go to the bathroom by yourself at night?
Honestly, Noire! You're a grown woman!

Noire: I'm sorry, okay?! I'm sorry! ...Also, I'm sorry I yelled just there.

Severa: Gods, enough! Stop apologizing and let's go.

Noire: Th-thanks, Severa. You're always so nice to me.

Severa: That must be a pretty low bar if I'm leaping over it. Why not bother
someone else from time to time?

Noire: Oh, I'd be too embarrassed...

Severa: And you're not with me?

Noire: You don't tease me for it.

Severa: No, I suppose not. I'm only interested in taking self-important
people down a peg. Teasing you would be like kicking a puppy. ... While it's
asleep.

Noire: ...W-wait. Is that really the reason why?

Severa: Oh, what does it even matter? At the end of the day, I'm still
saddled with guarding you from the bogeyman.

Noire: ...Sorry?

Severa: Never mind. We're old friends. Imposing on me is just what you do.
..Er, that sounded less harsh in my head.

Noire: I think I know what you meant.
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Noire B

Noire: Hngh... I-it hurts...

Severa: Noire?! Are you all right?

Noire: S-Severa? I... Ngh!

Severa: What's wrong? Are you hurt?

Noire: I was m-making medicinal tea... A compound of herbs... I boiled them
and drank the tea, and now it feels like my stomach is tied in knots!

Severa: Since when do you know how to mix medicines?

Noire: I don't. I just threw whatever looked like an herb.

Severa: You what?! Gods, are you insane?! Your stomach is fragile enough
without you dumping weird potions into it!

Noire: That's what the medicine was supposed to fix... Ungh...

Severa: Oh, this is just too absurd...

Noire: I thought maybe if my body were stronger, I'd be less meek, too. Then
I wouldn't be such a scaredy-cat, and... Um... I wouldn't have to bug you all
the time.

Severa: Well it totally doesn't help either of us if you turn your guts
inside out.

Noire: No, you're right. I'm sorry.

Severa: Look, just... lie down for a bit, okay?

Noire: All right.

Severa: I'll fetch you some water and some REAL medicine. Don't move till I
get back, all right?

Noire: Yes, ma'am...

Severa: That's it.

Noire: .....

Severa: Gods, she is such a handful! And why is it always my hand she's
holding?!
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Noire A

Noire: Severa, I am so, so sorry! It was an accident! Honest!

Severa: Gods, it's fine... It's just some spilled stew.

Noire: B-but it was so... so chunky! *sob* *Sniff* I'm always causing trouble
for you...

Severa: And every time you do, I tell you it's fine and to stop apologizing,
don't I? Besides, there was a ton of stew that didn't spill... I even had
seconds.

Noire: Aw, you're so sweet!

Severa: Although...

Noire: Huh?

Severa: Even at your best- and I say this lovingly- you're not the most
together person. But you're still usually not this lame!

Noire: ...What do you mean?

Severa: It's like whenever I'm around, minor slipups turn into full-blown
disasters. I'm not sure if it's my fault or yours! ...Am I the only one who
has noticed?

Noire: ...Oh.

Severa: Needing an escort to go to the bathroom? Poisoning yourself with
amateur potions? Dropping our dinner on the floor? I mean, I'm just saying is
all, but why in the heck does this keep happening?

Noire: ...I've been wondering that myself.

Severa: Oh?

Noire: Well, um, see, I'm not doing it intentionally or anything, but... But
maybe I'm subconsiciously leaning on you for a familiar sense of security! I
mean, um... that's my theory.

Severa: Weirdo alert.

Noire: Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, Severa.

Severa: Oh, stop it... I don't mind.

Noire: B-but I'm making so much work for you.
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Severa: Yeah, well, I suppose I make some work for you, too.

Noire: What do you mean?

Severa: People don't really rely on me for stuff. I'm more the... prickly
type. So it's kind of... You know. ...Nice. Besides, who would keep you out
of trouble if I wasn't around?

Noire: Hee hee! You're so right!

Severa: Just, uh... Don't go crazy, yeah? Everything in moderation.

Noire: Heh, it's a deal!
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Inigo*

8. Gerome C

Inigo: Hey, Gerome. How's it going?

Gerome: ......

Inigo: What's with the silent treatment? Nothing? Not even a monosyllabic
reply? Grunt once if you can hear me.

Gerome: ......

Inigo: Look, you're already hard enough to read thanks to that silly mask.
The least you could do is respond when someone says hello.

Gerome: No, it isn't.

Inigo: What isn't?

Gerome: It isn't the least I can do. The least I can do is nothing. And I've
no intention of whiling away my valuable hours with a vapid male floozy.

Inigo: Yowch. What did I ever do to you? Aside from that time I stepped on
your wyvern's tail, which was SO an accident. Oh, wait. There's also the time
I left all that butter in your tent. Did you get the butter scorpions cleared
out yet? Those guys can be nasty. Wait, I know what this is about! You're mad
because I voted you Most Likely to Go Bald at dinner last week.

Gerome: ......

Inigo: Not that either, eh? Hm... Well, I'm fresh out of ideas.

Gerome: I'm surprised to see you think at all. ...Now good-bye.

Inigo: Hey, hey, whoa! Wait! Don't you think that's a little harsh? I
haven't-
(Gerome leaves)
Inigo: Okay, then. See ya around, Gerome! Someday... Boy, that guy has NO
sense of camaraderie. We're fighting a war here! You think he'd at least try
to get along...
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Gerome B

Inigo: Heey, Gerome! Roamin' Gerome! The paaale rider!

Gerome: ......

Inigo: I've got something to say to you, buddy!

Gerome: I don't care.

Inigo: Well, you may as well start walking, because I'm going to say it
anyway: What's with the whole aloof bit, huh? Think you're too good for us?

Gerome: I have no interest in fraternizing. ...Least of all with you.

Inigo: Look, nobody's asking you to be a social butterfly like Lissa. But
we're allies, you know? You could at least try to be a little bit friendly!
..Even with me.

Gerome: "Allies"? ...Do you expect me to rely on you in combat? To team up
with you? Your only expertise is in flirting, and you still manage to fail
spectacularly. I'll take my chances alone.

Inigo: Argh! That does it, mister. You're coming with me!

Gerome: I am most certainly- N-now see here! Unhand me!

Inigo: Hope you didn't have any plans, 'cause if you did, they just got
canceled!

Gerome: Where are you taking me?!

Inigo: Gerome, my friend? You and I are going to find some ladies!

Gerome: WE ARE DOING NO SUCH THING!

Inigo: Oh, yes we are! We're going to find some lovelies and be each other's
wingman. Now stop moaning and start walking!

Gerome: Fate stalks my every step, fool! I've no time for such lunacy!

Inigo: Look, if you're afraid that I'll get all the girls, you can just say
so. I mean, it's okay. Every party has a lonely guy stewing on the sidelines.

Gerome: I fear nothing but the cold hand of death!

Inigo: Great! Then let's get going! Okay, the first thing you need is an
opening  line. Maybe something like... "Do you like tea? Because we like
"U"!" ...See, it's an alphabet joke. Girls love puns. It's a known fact.

Gerome: Idiot! There is no "we" here, and I want no part of this!

Inigo: Oh, wait! Or you could say... "Hey, baby. Ever ridden a wyvern
before?" ... Oh, that's good. I may have to start riding wyverns so I can use
that line.

Gerome: Let me go this instant!

Inigo: Come on, gramps! Pick up the pace! Those ladies won't hit on
themselves!

Gerome: S-stop! Put me down! Put me dooooown!
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Gerome A

Inigo: ......

Gerome: ......

Inigo: "Ooh, Gerome! You're so mysterious! Your mask is sooo dreamy, Gerome!"
You were supposed to be my wingman! Not my competition!

Gerome: ......

Inigo: ...Say, Gerome?

Gerome: ...What is it?

Inigo: Your mask is falling off there, buddy.

Gerome: The strap is broken. A woman damaged it while she was... reaching for
me.

Inigo: And I suppose the same woman tore those holes in your clothes?

Gerome: She did not want me to leave. She was...stronger than she looked.
I've never been so manhandled.

Inigo: I WANT TO BE MANHANDLED! This makes FOUR TIMES I've taken you out and
had the ladies completely ignore me. How does this keep happening? Huh?!

Gerome: I wish I knew. I find your flirtatious lifestyle to be utterly
exhausting.

Inigo: Oh, boo hoo! Poor you! Quit gloating.

Gerome: I'm not gloating.

Inigo: So says the guy who had a band of women singing love song outside his
tent last night. I bet you feel preeetty special.

Gerome: Actually, I feel exhausted. They sang until dawn.

Inigo: Why do girls always go for the jerks? Huh? Never a nice guy like me!
Well, fine. You get your wish. I'm never going out with you again!

Gerome: Thank the gods.

Inigo: *Sniff*

Gerome: Um... Inigo?

Inigo: *Whimper* *sniff*

Gerome: Are you... crying?

Inigo: Shut up! You don't know what it's like! I try SO HARD and then you
come along with a mask and some muscles and... and... Waaaaaaaaaaaah!

Gerome: Um... Come now, stop. Stop that. ...Stop crying this instant! This is
making me very uncomfortable! Oh, for the love of... Fine. I'm sorry. There,
all right? You're not a failure because you, uh... You taught me how to...
Teamwork, yes? That was the point of all this? Well, you taught me teamwork.

Inigo: *Sniff* ...I d-did?

Gerome: You did. And now I owe you one. ...Or perhaps half of one.

Inigo: You... you mean it? I mean...well. I guess as long as you learned
something, it was worth it. Just don't go getting cocky on me, now! I'll get
twice as many ladies as you next time!

Gerome: Next... time?

Inigo: Oh, yeah! So keep that schedule open!

Gerome: Ha ha! ...Ha? ...Yeargh. And I thought keeping a wyvern content was
difficult...

Inigo: Mmm? You say something?

Gerome: No. (Ah well. At least he's feeling better now...)
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Parent-Child Supports:

Note: The father-child supports are identical, barring the father's
reactions.

Lucina^

14. Chrom C

Lucina: Might I ask a lesson, Father? I would love to learn the sword from
you.

Chrom: You're a master in your own right already. What could I possibly teach
you? You're likely better served training alone where you can hone your
style.

Lucina: But I was hoping that you might... That we could...

Chrom: Hmm?

Lucina: ...I'm sorry. If it's a bother, I won't insist.

Chrom: I never said it was a bother. I just meant that with your level of
skill, you'd be...

Lucina: .....

Chrom: ...Heh. Fine. Go fetch a pair of practice blades.

Lucina: Wonderful! I just so happen to have two right here...

Chrom: Well, someone's certainly prepared. Very well, let's begin.

Lucina: Yes, sir!

Chrom: Hnngh!

Lucina: Yaaah!

Chrom: Ngh...

Lucina: ...Urgh!

Chrom: ...Impressive as ever. I was certain I dodged that one, but you nicked
my shoulder.

Lucina: Still, you had me soundly beat. Had you not held back on that blow to
my chest, I'd have a few shattered ribs. I was right to think you still have
much to teach me. We'll have to make these lessons a habit.

Chrom: Wait, you didn't just... Did you throw that match just so we'd
continue doing this?

Lucina: Why, Father... I would never!

Chrom: ...Devious. I see I'll have to keep a closer eye on you, heh.
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Chrom B

Chrom: All right. That should do it for today's training. Let's stop here.

Lucina: Thank you, Father.

Chrom: It still feel so strange to hear you call me that...

Lucina: You don't like it?

Chrom: No, no. It's not that I dislike it. It's just... different, is all.
I'm still wrestling with the reality that I have a child, and that that child
is you.

Lucina: I see.

Chrom: Oh, but don't tell your mother. You know how she can be.

Lucina: Ha! It always seemed to me like you told her everything... In the
future, I mean... You two were always so close.

Chrom: Oh, come now. You make us sound like a pair of fawning lovebirds. I'm
sure we would never embarrass ourselves, especially at court...

Lucina: So you say, but your blushing face seems a little less certain!
..Heh. It feels good to share a secret. It's been too long. You were always
sharing little tidbits with me in the future.

Chrom: Was the future me really so furitive? I don't think of myself as a man
of secrets.

Lucina: Oh, they were just silly little things. Still, it gave me a thrill to
hear them.

Chrom: So the future me wasn't so much furitive, but more of a hopelessly
doting father?

Lucina: Well, there was one thing you never did tell me.

Chrom: Oh?

Lucina: ...How you and Mother first met.

Chrom: That's... not the sort of story a daughter needs to hear.

Lucina: It's certainly one this daughter would like to hear! Why don't we
make a little wager? If I manage to defeat you, you'll tell me.

Chrom: ...I'm not so sure that's...

Lucina: That certain you'll lose, eh?

Chrom: Hmph! ...Very well, I accept.

Lucina: Then get ready, Father, because I'm serious about hearing this story!

Chrom: And I'm serious about not telling it- so likewise!
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Chrom A

Lucina: I'm ready for today's training, Father.

Chrom: Before we begin, I have a question.

Lucina: Oh?

Chrom: It's something I'd been meaning to ask for some time now. Once this
war is over, will you be able to return to your own world?

Lucina: ...I don't know. Even if it were possible to cross the bounds of time
again, my world itself may be lost. Naga said as much before we left.

Chrom: I see.

Lucina: But don't worry, Father. Once peace is returned, I'll leave you to
your life.

Chrom: What? Why?

Lucina: I understand I don't belong in this time. I'll not have myself become
a burden.

Chrom: Lucina! I never want to hear you say such a thing again!

Lucina: Father?

Chrom: I've told you before, you are no burden. You could never be a burden!

Lucina: But...

Chrom: I fear I'm not very adept at putting these sorts of things into
words... But it's clear you need to hear something, so listen well.

Lucina: ...All right. I'm listening.

Chrom: Lucina...I am so very grateful for you. Grateful that you were born...
That you grew into such a fine and noble woman... Grateful you withstood
terrible hardship and risked all you knew to come here... I haven't the words
to express how much it all means to me. None, save "thank you."

Lucina: Father...

Chrom: You're my daughter and my friend. You will always have a place at my
side.

Lucina: Father, I... Th-thank... Oh, Father! *sob*

Chrom: Shhh, it's all right, Lucina. There, there, it's all right now.
Daddy's here for you...
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14. Sumia C

Lucina: Mother, guess what? I found a wonderful dress in the town market.

Sumia: Oh?

Lucina: It was gorgeous! I thought it'd be just perfect for you, so I bought
it. I was thinking you could try a different style for once.

Sumia: Why, Lucina! What a lovely surprise! Now let me get a look at this
gorgeous... Er... dress? Oh dear. I've never seen so many...unusual colors
and shapes in one piece of clothing.

Lucina: I know! It's very modern. See all the giant pink polka dots? If you
look carefully, you'll see that each one is a portrait of Emmeryn herself! I
wager when Father sees you in this, he'll just scream with delight!

Sumia: (I bet he'll scream, all right...)

Lucina: Pardon, Mother? I didn't catch that.

Sumia: I'm sorry, Lucina. It's just that... Well, this isn't exactly my...
style. I'm very grateful for the thought, but... I don't think I can wear it.

Lucina: Oh? I was sure you would like it... Well, perhaps next time I got to
the market, you could come and pick something yourself. I know it seems
frivolous in times like these. But in the blighted future I come from, I
often fantasized of such simple pleasures.

Sumia: Why, Lucina. What a considerate daughter you've grown up to be. I'd be
delighted to go to marked with you. ...Delighted and honored.

Lucina: Wonderful! And when we go, I'll wear the new dress!

Sumia: (Oh, gods, no...)

Lucina: Pardon, Mother?
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Sumia B

Lucina: Everyone in this town is so stylish. I wager we'll find you the
perfect dress here.

Sumia: Er, yes. Just so long as it's not TOO stylish. Frankly, dear, you have
much more... flamboyant taste in clothes than I do.

Lucina: I favor the tasteful and understated. For example, what about this
one?

Sumia: G-gracious! I don't think I've ever seen such a... shimmery magenta.

Lucina: Hmm. I suppose it IS a little bright. Well, what about this one?

Sumia: Oh, my... That's very lacy. ...In fact, it's nothing BUT lace. Lucina,
I can see right through it!

Lucina: Oh, all right. Well...how about this one, then?

Sumia: Well, it's a nice color, at least. But I'm not sure about the whole
octopus motif...

Lucina: Oh. I thought you liked octopi. ...This is not going well, is it? Why
don't I come back another day and pick out something nice for you?

Sumia: Er, well, I'm not sure if that's a good idea, but...all right. Let's
try it.

Lucina: Wonderful! Then I shall not rest until I find you the PERFECT dress.
Something that you will truly, truly adore!

Sumia: Oh, yes, I'm sure you... Hmm? Oh, look at this...

Lucina: Which one? ...The baby garment?

Sumia: Oh, isn't it just adorable? Look at the tiny little bow, too! ...Well,
enough shopping for today. We should really be getting back to camp.

Lucina: ..... ...Hmmm...
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Sumia A

Lucina: Well, Mother, I've done it. I've found your ideal outfit. I just know
you'll love it!

Sumia: Oh, goodness. I didn't think you'd find anything quite so quickly...
But... I'm sure it will be just fine. I can hardly wait to try it on! Ha
ha...ha.

Lucina: And I can't wait to see how it fits! Are you ready? TA-DAAAH!

Sumia: ...Huh? It's... tiny. Almost like... Lucina, these are baby clothes.

Lucina: Yes! I saw you admiring them in the shop when we visited the market
together. I didn't understand why, until I realized you must've been thinking
of your daughter. The one you have in this era, I mean. Your REAL daughter.

Sumia: ......

Lucina: You could send it to her back at the castle. I'm sure she must miss
you.

Sumia: Why, Lucina...

Lucina: I've been so happy here, despite having to fight this war. Being able
to see my mother again has been like living in a dream. I didn't want to wake
up and remember that you have a different life in this world.

Sumia: ......

Lucina: Whenever I think of your little girl, I can't help but
feel...jealous. I know it's ridiculous to envy myself, but I can't help it.

Sumia: Oh, Lucina... don't be silly! I've thought of you as my daughter from
the moment we were reunited! Believe me when I say I love you just the same
as I love that child at the castle.

Lucina: ...Honestly?

Sumia: Yes! You are a true daughter to me. I want to give you happy memories
to make up for those you lost in your future world. And I know your father
feels the same way.

Lucina: If anyone knows how he feels, I imagine it would be you...

Sumia: Of course! Your father and I are alike in so many ways... We're both
parents to the world's most wonderful daughter, for one.

Lucina: ...Thank you, Mother. For everything.
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14. Sully C

Lucina: Mother, guess what? I found a wonderful dress in the town market.

Sully: Oh yeah?

Lucina: It was gorgeous! I thought it'd be perfect for you, so I bought it. I
was thinking you could try a different style for once.

Sully: Aw, hell. I suppose I might be ready to wear a gorgeous... Er...
dress? Oh boy. I've never seen so many...unusual colors and shapes in one
piece of clothing.

Lucina: I know! It's very modern. See all the giant pink polka dots? If you
look carefully, you'll see that each one is a portrait of Emmeryn herself! I
wager when Father sees you in this, he'll just scream with delight!

Sully: (Oh, he'll scream, all right...)

Lucina: Pardon, Mother? I didn't catch that.

Sully: Sorry, Lucina. It's just... Well, this isn't exactly my... style. I'm
really grateful for the thought, but... I don't think I can wear it.

Lucina: Oh? I was sure you would like it... Well, perhaps next time I go to
the market, you could come and pick something  yourself. I know it seems
frivolous in times like these. But in the blighted future I come from, I
often fantasized of such simple pleasures.

Sully: Heh, you really are something, Lucina. I'd be delighted to go to the
market with you. Delighted and honored!

Lucina: Wonderful! And when we go, I'll wear the new dress!

Sully: (Oh, gods, no...)

Lucina: Pardon, Mother?
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Sully B

Lucina: Everyone in this town is so stylish. I wager we'll find you the
perfect dress here.

Sully: Er, yeah. Just as long as it's not TOO stylish. Frankly, you've got
much more... flamboyant taste in clothes than me.

Lucina: I favor the tasteful and understated. For example, what about this
one?

Sully: Good gods! I don't think I've ever seen a... shimmery magenta. Pass.

Lucina: Hm. I suppose it IS a little bright. Well, what about this one?

Sully: Wow, that sure is lacy. ...In fact, it's nothing BUT lace. Lucina, I
can see right through that thing!

Lucina: Oh, all right. Well...how about this one, then?

Sully: Well, the color's all right, but I'm not sure about the octapus
motif...

Lucina: Oh. I thought you liked octopi. ...This is not going well, is it? Why
don't I come back another day and pick out something nice for you?

Sully: Er, well, I'm not sure if that's a good idea, but... all right. Let's
try it.

Lucina: Wonderful! I shall not rest until I find you the PERFECT dress.
Something that you will truly, truly adore!

Sully: Oh yeah, I'm sure you... Hmm? Hey, look at this...

Lucina: Which one? ...The baby garment?

Sully: Man, is that cute or what? It's even got one of those tiny little
bows.
..Anyway, enough shopping for today. We should really be getting back to
camp.

Lucina: ...... ...Hmm...
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Sully A

Lucina: Well, Mother, I've done it. I've found your ideal outfit. I just know
you'll love it!

Sully: Oh, wow. I didn't think you'd find anything quite so...quickly. I'm
sure it'll be fine. I can hardly wait to try it on! Ha ha... ha.

Lucina: And I can't wait to see how it fits! Are you ready? TA-DAAAH!

Sully: ...Huh? It's tiny. ALmost like... Lucina, these are baby clothes.

Lucina: Yes! I saw you admiring them in the shop when we visited the market
together. I didn't understand why, until I realized you must've been thinking
of your daughter. The one you have in this era, I mean. Your REAL daughter.

Sully: ......

Lucina: You could send it to her back at the castle. I'm sure she must miss
you.

Sully: Lucina...

Lucina: I've been so happy here, despite having to fight this war. Being able
to see my mother again has been like living in a dream. I didn't want to wake
up and remember that you have a different life in this world.

Sully: ......

Lucina: Whenever I think of your little girl, I can't help but
feel...jealous. I know it's ridiculous to envy myself, but I can't help it.

Sully: Oh, hell... Don't be silly! I've thought of you as my daughter from
the moment we were reuinited! Believe me, I love you just the same as I love
that child at the castle.

Lucina: ...Honestly?

Sully: Of course! You're a true daughter to me. I want to give you happy
memories to make up for those you lost in your future  world. And I know your
father feels the same way.

Lucina: If anyone knows how he feels, I imagine it would be you...

Sully: Of course! Your father and I are alike in a lot of ways... We're both
parents to the best damn daughter in the world, for one.

Lucina: ...Thank you, Mother. For everything.
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14. Maribelle C

Lucina: Mother, guess what? I found a wonderful dress in the town market.

Maribelle: Oh, do go on!

Lucina: It was gorgeous! I thought it'd be just perfect for you, so I bought
it. I was thinking you could try a different style for once.

Maribelle: Why, Lucina! What a lovely surprise! Now let me take a look at
this gorgeous... Er... dress? Oh dear. I've never seen so many... unusual
colours and shapes in one piece of clothing.

Lucina: I know! It's very modern. See all the giant polka dots? If you look
carefully, you'll see that each one is a portrait of Emmeryn herself! I wager
when Father sees you in this, he'll just scream with delight!

Maribelle: (I bet he'll scream, all right...)

Lucina: Pardon, Mother? I didn't catch that.

Maribelle: I'm sorry, Lucina. It's just that... Well, this isn't exactly
my... style. I'm very grateful for the thought, but... I don't think I can
wear it.

Lucina: Oh? I was sure you would like it... Well, perhaps next time I go to
market, you could come and pick something yourself. I know it seems frivolous
in times like these. But in the blighted future I come from, I often
fantasised of such simple pleasures.

Maribelle: Why, Lucina. What a classy, well-bred daughter you've grown up to
be. I'd be delighted to go to market with you. ...Delighted and honoured.

Lucina: Wonderful! And when we go, I'll wear the new dress!

Maribelle: (Oh, gods, no...)

Lucina: Pardon, Mother?
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Maribelle B

Lucina: Everyone in this town is so stylish. I wager we'll find you the
perfect dress here.

Maribelle: Er, yes. Just so long as it's not TOO stylish. Frankly, dear, you
have much more... flamboyant taste in clothes than I do.

Lucina: I favour the tasteful and understated. For example, what about this
one?

Maribelle: G-gracious! I don't think I've ever seen such a... shimmery
magenta.

Lucina: Hmm. I suppose it IS a little bright. Well, what about this one?

Maribelle: Oh, my... That's very lacy. ...In fact, it's nothing BUT lace.
Lucina, I can see right through it!

Lucina: Oh, all right. Well...how about this one, then?

Maribelle: Well, it's a nice colour, I grant you. But I'm not sure about the
whole octopus motif...

Lucina: Oh. I thought you liked octopuses. ...This is not going well, is it?
Why don't I come back another day and pick out something nice for you?

Maribelle: Er, well, I'm not sure if that's a good idea, but...all right.
Let's try it.

Lucina: Wonderful! Then I shall not rest until I find you the PERFECT dress.
Something that you will truly, truly adore!

Maribelle: Oh, yes, I'm sure you... Hmm? Oh, look at this...

Lucina: Which one? ...The baby garment?

Maribelle: Oh, isn't it just adorable? Look at the tiny little bow, too!
..Well, enough shopping for today. We should really be getting back at camp.

Lucina: ...... ...Hmm...
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Maribelle A

Lucina: Well, Mother, I've done it. I've found your ideal outfit. I just know
you'll love it!

Maribelle: Oh, goodness. I didn't think you'd find anything quite so
quickly... But... I'm sure it will be just fine. I can hardly wait to try it
on! Ha ha...ha.

Lucina: And I can't wait to see how it fits! Are you ready? TA-DAAAH!

Maribelle: ...Huh? It's... tiny. Almost like... Lucina, these are baby
clothes.

Lucina: Yes! I saw you admiring them in the shop when we visited the market
together. I didn't understand why, until I realised you must've been thinking
of your daughter. The one you have in this era, I mean. Your REAL daughter.

Maribelle: ......

Lucina: You could send it to her back at the castle. I'm sure she must miss
you.

Maribelle: Why, Lucina...

Lucina: I've been so happy here, despite having to fight this war. Being able
to see my mother again has been like living a dream. I didn't want to wake up
and remember that you have a different life in this world.

Maribelle: ......

Lucina: Whenever I think of your little girl, I can't help but feel...
jealous. I know it's ridiculous to envy myself, but I can't help it.

Maribelle: Oh, Lucina... don't be absurd! I've thought of you as my daughter
from the moment we were reunited! Believe me when I say I love you just the
same as I love that child at the castle.

Lucina: ...Honestly?

Maribelle: Yes! You are a true daughter to me. I want to give you happy
memories to make up for those you lost in your future world. And I know your
father feels the same way.

Lucina: If anyone knows how he feels, I imagine it would be you...

Maribelle: Of course! Your father and I are alike in numerous ways... We're
both parents to the world's most wonderful daughter, for one.

Lucina: ...Thank you, Mother. For everything.
=====================================================
14. Olivia C

Lucina: Mother, guess what? I found a wonderful dress in the town market.

Olivia: Oh?

Lucina: It was gorgeous! I thought it'd be perfect for you, so I bought it. I
was thinking you could try a different style for once.

Olivia: Why, Lucina! What a lovely surprise! Now let me get a look at this
gorgeous... Er... dress? Oh dear. I've never seen so many... unusual colors
and shapes in one piece of clothing.

Lucina: I know! It's very modern. See all the giant pink polka dots? If you
look carefully, you'll see that each one is a portrait of Emmeryn herself! I
wager when Father sees you in this, he'll just scream with delight!

Olivia: (I bet he'll scream, all right...)

Lucina: Pardon, Mother? I didn't catch that.

Olivia: I'm sorry, Lucina. It's just that... Well, this isn't exactly my...
style. I'm very grateful for the thought, but... I don't think I can wear it.

Lucina: Oh? I was sure you would like it... Well, perhaps next time I go to
the market, you could come and pick something yourself. I know it seems
frivolous in times like these. But in the blighted future I come from, I
often fantasized of such simple pleasures.

Olivia: Why, Lucina. What a considerate daughter you've grown up to be. I'd
be delighted to go to the market with you. ...Delighted and honored.

Lucina: Wonderful! And when we go, I'll wear the new dress!

Olivia: (Oh, gods, no...)

Lucina: Pardon, Mother?
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Olivia B

Lucina: Everyone in this town is so stylish. I wager we'll find you the
perfect dress here.

Olivia: Er, yes. Just so long as it's not TOO stylish. Frankly, dear, you
have much more... flamboyant taste in clothes than I do.

Lucina: I favor the tasteful and understated. For example, what about this
one?

Olivia: G-gracious! I don't think I've ever seen such a... shimmery magenta.

Lucina: Hm. I suppose it IS a little bright. Well, what about this one?

Olivia: Oh my... That's very lacy. ...In fact, it's nothing BUT lace. Lucina,
I can see right through it!

Lucina: Oh, all right. Well... how about this one, then?

Olivia: Well, it's certainly a nice color. But I'm not sure about the whole
octopus motif...

Lucina: Oh. I thought you liked octopi. ...This is not going well, is it? Why
don't I come back another day and pick out something nice for you?

Olivia: Er, well, I'm not sure if that's a good idea, but... all right. Let's
try it.

Lucina: Wonderful! I shall not rest until I find you the PERFECT dress.
Something that you will truly, truly adore!

Olivia: Oh, yes, I'm sure you... Hmm? Oh, look at this...

Lucina: Which one? ...The baby garment?

Olivia: Oh, isn't it just adorable? Look at the tiny little bow, too!
..Well, enough shopping for today. We should really be getting back to camp.

Lucina: ...... ...Hmm...
=====================================================
Olivia A

Lucina: Well, Mother, I've done it. I've found your ideal outfit. I just know
you'll love it!

Olivia: Oh, goodness. I didn't think you'd find anything quite so quickly...
But... I'm sure it will be just fine. I can hardly wait to try it on! Ha
ha...ha.

Lucina: And I can't wait to see how it fits! Are you ready? TA-DAAAH!

Olivia: ...Huh? It's... tiny. Almost like... Lucina, these are baby clothes.

Lucina: Yes! I saw you admiring them in the shop when we visited the market
together. I didn't understand why, until I realized you must've been thinking
of your daughter. The one you have in this era, I mean. Your REAL daughter.

Olivia: ......

Lucina: You could send it to her back at the castle. I'm sure she must miss
you.

Olivia: Why, Lucina...

Lucina: I've been so happy here, despite having to fight this war. Being able
to see my mother again has been like living in a dream. I didn't want to wake
up and remember that you have a different life in this world.

Olivia: ......

Lucina: Whenever I think of your little girl, I can't help but feel...
jealous. I know it's ridiculous to envy myself, but I can't help it.

Olivia: Oh, Lucina... don't be silly! I've thought of you as my daughter from
the moment we were reunited! Believe me when I say I love you just the same
as I love that child at the castle.

Lucina: ...Honestly?

Olivia: Yes! You are a true daughter to me. I want to give you happy memories
to make up for those you lost in your future world. And I know your father
feels the same way.

Lucina: If anyone knows how he feels, I imagine it would be you...

Olivia: Of course! Your father and I are alike in so many ways... We're both
parents to the world's most wonderful daughter, for one.

Lucina: ...Thank you, Mother. For everything.
____________________________________________________________
Owain^

15. Lissa C

Owain: There's something I need to know, Mother.

Lissa: And what's that?

Owain: The name of your weapon.

Lissa: My weapon? Why?

Owain: What manner of son would I be not to know the name which guards his
mother?! Teach me so I may whisper its sobriquet in prayer and keep you ever
safe.

Lissa: Oh, you meant THAT sort of name.

Owain: ...Hmm?

Lissa: That Holy Slayer, Saintly Dragon blah blah kinda stuff you're always
talking about. I was wondering if you really didn't know the word "staff"!
Hee hee!

Owain: ...I'm pretty sure I should be offended by both of those statements.
But yes, that sort of name! What is it?

Lissa: It doesn't have one.

Owain: You've granted it no name?!

Lissa: Right. I mean, why bother?

Owain: MOTHER! A name confers a soul unto an inanimate object and grants it
power! It transforms a mere tool into a divine instrument possessed of
limitless potential!

Lissa: See? There's the blah blah stuff I was talking about... *Sigh* I'll
give it some thought, all right? But right now I've got to be going. Bye!
(Lissa leaves)

Owain: W-wait, Mother. I'd braced for an insufficiently astonishing name, but
this is worse than I'd feared! This may require drastic measures for her own
good...
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Lissa B

Owain: Ah, there you are!

Lissa: Were you looking for me, honey?

Owain: Here, have a look at these.

Lissa: Wowzers! This is quite a list! Okay, lemme see... "Gryphonsbane Edge."
"Fell Ballista." "Staff of Deep Hurting." ...Owain, this list goes on for 20
pages!

Owain: Twenty-six. And if you don't find one you like, I can always whip up
more.

Lissa: Choose them for what? What am I even looking at here?

Owain: Names! ...Er, for your armament.

Lissa: What? Don't you think these are a little overblown for a run-of-the-
mill weapon?!

Owain: There's nothing run of the mill about it! At the point that it's YOU
wielding it, a weapon deserves a name no less grand!

Lissa: Hmm, yeah, I think I'll pass. These just aren't me.

Owain: But without a name, your weapon will forever remain some mundane
object! How can I rely on a mere tool to keep you safe in the heat of battle?

Lissa: AWWW!

Owain: Wh-what? What did I say?

Lissa: Oh, Owain, you sweet boy! Let Mama give you a hug!

Owain: Waugh! L-let go! You're choking me!

Lissa: Aww, I had it wrong this whole time. You were just worried about me,
weren't you? That's my boy! You are just the sweetest son in the world!
*smooch*

Owain: S-still... choking...

Lissa: All right, Owain, I'll do it! I'll think up a name!

Owain: But I've already come up with a whole list here...

Lissa: Whoops! I almost forgot that Chrom asked me to come see him. You be
good now, honey! And thanks again!
(Lissa leaves)

Owain: Mother, wait! Honestly, she never listens. It's like she's off in her
own little fantasy world! Hard to believe we're related...
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Lissa A

Lissa: Owain!

Owain: Yes, Mother?

Lissa: I've got it! I picked one!

Owain: One... what?

Lissa: A name! For my weapon!

Owain: Ah, right! Well, let's hear it! No doubt it joins your quiet grace
with your fiery strength and iron resolve!

Lissa: Owain!

Owain: Yes?

Lissa: No, that's the name. ...Owain.

Owain: Mother, that's MY name.

Lissa: I know, silly! It's the name of that which I value most in the whole
wide world! What better name could there be?

Owain: Yes, but won't that get a little... I don't know, confusing?
I just don't think it's a good idea.

Lissa: Awww...

Owain: If you would draw out your weapon's full potential, its name needs
more... oomph.

Lissa: I think Owain has PLENTY of oomph! It's got oomph up to HERE! It's...
Wait a minute! Are you saying you don't like your name?!

Owain: No, no, I'm not saying that at all...

Lissa: *Sniff* F-fine, then! Fine! Just tear my heart out and stomp on it,
why don't you? Imagine, a son rejecting the name his mom poured her heart and
soul into choosing!

Owain: No, Mother, would you PLEASE just listen?

Lissa: Well, fine, then. Call yourself whatever you like. I'll get THIS Owain
to protect me. THIS Owain will never turn on me. THIS Owain will never leave
my side! Even if it snaps in half!

Owain: AUGH, STOP! Don't even TALK about a weapon named after me breaking!
Look, I'll protect you, okay? I promise. Now just, PLEASE stop!

Lissa: You will?! Oh, that's so sweet, honey! C'mere, you!

Owain: Gah, p-please stop... hugging too tight... C-can't... breathe...

Lissa: All right, well, if you insist, I'll stop trying to name my weapon,
then. Tee hee. There's no need, now that I have you to protect me! Isn't that
right, dear?

Owain: Why do I feel like I've just been had...?

Lissa: I would never dream of it, sweetheart. And I promise I'll be right
there to rescue you when you're in trouble, too. We don't need fancy names or
divine power, Son, we just need each other.
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15. Frederick C

Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-
what's this? Blood... raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!

Frederick: Owain? Is everything all right?

Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!

Frederick: Why? Did you catch something? Do you think you're contagious?

Owain: The blood of heroes that course through my veins hungers for fresh
prey!
If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee
safety!
I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father!

Frederick: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did
someone curse you?

Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY
SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay,
raging blood!

Frederick: All right, Son, just stay where you are--- I'll get your mother!

Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not strictly necessary. This pain
is nothing to a man like me! Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've
weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go to get
Mother?!Suddenly I don't feel so well...
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Frederick B

Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?

Frederick: Of course I'm upset! You started moaning and shouting out of the
blue! Your mother and I were terrified. *Sigh* Listen, I'm relieved you're
all right. But what was all that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage
acting?

Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv---
Er...
I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide
and time!

Frederick: And you're not ashamed to spout such nonsense? ...That makes one
of us.

Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not
understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of
an earlier, simpler time...

Frederick: ...Perhaps. But a future where everyone speaks like you sounds a
bit-...OWAIN, DOWN! NOW!

Owain: What?!

Frederick: ...Grah!

Owain: Your shoulder! Father, your hit!

Frederick: Nngh... Archers... in the trees... They fired on you... But I'd
never let them hurt my son... We're outnumbered... We have to get out of
here! Now GO!

Owain: R-right!
(Time passes)

Frederick: We lost them... We should be safe here.

Owain: Gods, not again...

Frederick: Hmm?

Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This
is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...

Frederick: This is how what happens?

Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*

Frederick: Owain? Owain, are you crying? What's wrong?

Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was... just more improv,
all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that
shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.

Frederick: A-all right. I'll be here.
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Frederick A

Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?

Frederick: Fine, thank you. Nearly healed. It wasn't much of a wound to begin
with, fortunately.

Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if...if I got you killed again.

Frederick: Ah, so that's what all this is about... I die protecting you in
the future?

Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You
had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!

Frederick: At least it sounds like I died with no regrets.

Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I...I lost
control.
All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.

Frederick: I'm sorry to have dreged up those painful memories, Owain. But
more that that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future...

Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone- not even once! You
and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a
heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.

Frederick: Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you...
You were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so- ...Wait a
second. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I
don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...

Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...dramatic
effect.

Frederick: ...I beg your pardon?

Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in
the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do
anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you
understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!

Frederick: ...Thank you, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've
done plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are proud of everything
you've become...

Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood...boiling once
again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my soul and
set me ablaze!

Frederick: Heh. Well, it's good to see you're back to your old self, at
least...
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15. Virion C

Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-
what is this? Blood... raging!... A different sort of blood rage than usual!

Virion: Owain? Is everything all right?

Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!

Virion: Why? Did you catch something? Do you think you're contagious?

Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh
prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot
guarantee safety! I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own
father!

Virion: ...I fear I am confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did
someone curse you?

Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY
SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay,
raging blood!

Virion: All right, Son, just stay where you are-I'll get your mother!

Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not... strictly necessary. This
pain is nothing to a man like me! Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate!
I've weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go get
Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...
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Virion B

Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?

Virion: Of course I am upset! You started moaning and shouting out of the
blue! Your mother and I were terrified! *Sigh* Look, I AM relieved you're all
right. But what was all that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage
acting?

Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv-
Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across
tide and time!

Virion: And you are not ashamed to spout those lines? ...That makes one of
us.

Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not
understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of
an earlier, simpler time...

Virion: Well, a future where everyone speaks like you sounds rather-
..OWAIN, GET DOWN!

Owain: What?!

Virion: ...Grah!

Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!

Virion: Nngh... Archers... in the trees... They fired on you... But I'd never
let them hurt my son... We're outnumbered... We have to get out of here! Now
GO!

Owain: R-right!
(Time passes)

Virion: We lost them. Heh, that was some quick thinking, if I do say so
myself...

Owain: Gods, not again...

Virion: Hmm?

Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This
is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...

Virion: This is how what happens?

Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*

Virion: Owain? Owain, are you crying? What's wrong?

Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was... just more improv,
all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that
shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.

Virion: A-all right. I'll be here.
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Virion A

Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?

Virion: Nearly healed, thank you. It wasn't much of a wound to begin with,
fortunately.

Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if... if you got killed again.

Virion: Ah, so that's what this was about... I die protecting you in the
future?

Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You
had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!

Virion: At least it sounds like I died without regrets.

Owain: So yes, that's why when I say you took a hit for me, I... I lost
control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't
stand it.

Virion: I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more
than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future...

Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone - not once! You and
Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a
heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.

Virion: Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you... You
were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so- ...Wait a second.
Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really
don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...

Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...
dramatic effect.

Virion: ...Wait, WHAT?

Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in
the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do
anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you
understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!

Virion: ...Thank you, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done
plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are so proud of everything you've
become...

Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood... boiling once
again... The fiery pride in your bosom sparked the tinder of my soul and set
me ablaze!

Virion: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at
least...
=====================================================
15. Stahl C

Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-
what's this? Blood... raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!

Stahl: Owain? Is everything all right?

Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!

Stahl: Why? Did you catch something? Do you think you're contagious?

Owain: The blood of heroes that course through my veins hungers for fresh
prey!
If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee
safety!
I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father!

Stahl: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did someone
curse you?

Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY
SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay,
raging blood!

Stahl: All right, Son, just stay where you are--- I'll get your mother!

Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not strictly necessary. This pain
is nothing to a man like me! Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've
weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go to get
Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...
=====================================================
Stahl B

Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?

Stahl: Of course I'm upset! You started moaning and shouting out of the blue!
Your mother and I were terrified! *Sigh* Look, I AM relieved you're all
right. But what was all that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage
acting?

Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv---
Er...
I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide
and time!

Stahl: And you're not ashamed to spout those lines? ...That makes one of us.

Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not
understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of
an earlier, simpler time...

Stahl: Well, a future where everyone talks like you sounds a bit--- ...OWAIN,
GET DOWN!

Owain: What?!

Stahl: ...Grah!

Owain: Your shoulder! Father, your hit!

Stahl: Nngh... Archers... in the trees... They fired on you... But I'd never
let them hurt my son... We're outnumbered... We have to get out of here! Now
GO!

Owain: R-right!
(Time passes)

Stahl: We lost them... We should be safe here.

Owain: Gods, not again...

Stahl: Hmm?

Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This
is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...

Stahl: This is how what happens?

Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*

Stahl: Owain? Owain, are you crying? What's wrong?

Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was... just more improv,
all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that
shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.

Stahl: A-all right. I'll be here.
=====================================================
Stahl A

Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?

Stahl: Fine, thank you. Nearly healed. It wasn't much of a wound to begin
with, fortunately.

Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if... if I got you killed again.

Stahl: Ah, so that's what this was about... I die protecting you in the
future?

Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You
had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!

Stahl: At least it sounds like I died with no regrets.

Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I... I lost
control.
All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.

Stahl: I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more
than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future...

Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone--- not once! You and
Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a
heroine who game me life and a hero gave his life to save mine.

Stahl: Wait. So all this talk about have the blood of heroes in you... You
were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so--- ...Wait a second. </pre><pre id="faqspan-27">
Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really
don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...

Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...
dramatic effect.

Stahl: ...Wait, WHAT?

Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in
the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do
anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you
understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!

Stahl: ...Thank you, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done
plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are so proud of everything you've
become...

Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood... boiling once
again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my sould and
set me  ablaze!

Stahl: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at least...
=====================================================
15. Vaike C

Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-
what's this? Blood... raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!

Vaike:  Owain? Everything all right?

Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!

Vaike: Why? Did ya catch somethin'? You think you're contagious?

Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh
prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot
guarantee safety! I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own
father!

Vaike: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Wait, did
someone curse ya?

Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY
SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay,
raging blood!

Vaike: All right, Son, just stay where ya are-I'll get your mother!

Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not strictly necessary. This pain
is nothing to a man like me! Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've
weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go to get
Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...
=====================================================
Vaike B

Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?

Vaike: Of course I'm upset! You started moainin' and shoutin' out of the
blue! Your mother and I were terrified! *Sigh* Look, I AM relieved you're all
right. But what was that all about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage
actin'?

Owain: I don't scrip anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improve-
Er... I mean it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across
tide and time!

Vaike: And you ain't ashamed to spout that stuff? ...The Vaike is confused.

Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not
understanding my bleeding edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of
an earlier, simpler time...

Vaike: Heh. Well, a future where people talk like you makes the Vaike-
..OWAIN, GET DOWN!

Owain: What?!

Vaike: ...Grah!

Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!

Vaike: Nngh... Archers... in the trees... Those cowards, they fired on you...
No one fires at the Son of Vaike... But we're outnumbered... We gotta get
outta  here, ya hear! Now GO!

Owain: R-right!
(Time passes)

Vaike: Whew... We lost 'em. The Vaike's legs always come through in a pinch,
hah!

Owain: Gods, not again...

Vaike: Huh?

Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This
is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...

Vaike: This is how what happens?

Owain: *Sob* Oh. Father... *sniff*

Vaike: Owain? Owain, are you cryin;? What's the matter?

Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is the matter. It was... just more
improve, all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to
get that shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.

Vaike: A-all right. I'll be waitin'.
=====================================================
Vaike A

Owain:  Father, how's the shoulder?

Vaike: Aw, I'm nearly healed up. Wasn't much of a wound to begin with, I
guess.

Owain: Good, I don't know what I'd do if... if I got you killed again.

Vaike: Ah, so that's what this was about... I die protectin' ya in the
future?

Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You
had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!

Vaike: Ha! Sounds like a suitable death for ol' Teach!

Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I... I lost
control. All those feelings of guilt and shame just returned. I just couldn't
stand it.

Vaike: Well, sorry that I dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more
than that, I'm sorry I left ya by yourself in the future...

Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone-not once! You and
Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a
heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.

Vaike: Wait. So all this talk about havin' the blood of heroes in you... You
were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so- ...Wait a sec. Why
does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really don't
seem the type to have such unruly fluids...

Owain: Well yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for... dramatic
effect.

Vaike: ...Wait, WHAT?

Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in
the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do
anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you
understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!

Vaike: ...Heh. Thanks, Owain. But you're more than just the Vaike's legacy,
ya know? You've done plenty in your own right, and your mother and I are
proud of ya for it.

Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood... boiling once
again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my soul and
set me ablaze!

Vaike: Hah! Well, I'm glad to hear you're back to your old self, at least.
=====================================================
15. Kellam C

Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-
what is this? Blood... raging!...A different sort of blood rage than usual!

Kellam: Owain? Is everything all right?

Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!

Kellam: Why? Did you catch something? Do you think you're contagious?

Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh
prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot
guarantee safety! I beg of you,stay back! Do not force me to topple my own
father!

Kellam: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did
someone curse you?

Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY
SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay,
raging blood!

Kellam: All right, Son, just stay where you are-I'll get your mother!

Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh...That's not... strictly necessary. This pain
is nothing to a man like me! Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've
weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go get
Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...
=====================================================
Kellam B

Owain: Um... You're not still upset,are you?

Kellam: Of course I'm upset! You started moaning and shouting out of the
blue! Your mother and I were terrified! *Sigh* Look, I'm relieved you're all
right. But what was that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage acting?!

Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv-
Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across
tide and time!

Kellam: And you're not ashamed to spout those lines? ...That makes one of us.

Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not
understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of
an earlier, simpler time...

Kellam: I dunno... A future where everyone talks like you sound's a bit-
..OWAIN, WATCH OUT!

Owain: What?!

Kellam: ...Grah!

Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!

Kellam: Nngh... Archers... in the trees... They fired on you... But I'd never
let them hurt my son...We're outnumbered... We have to get out of here! Now
GO!

Owain: R-right!
(Time passes)

Kellam: We lost them. We should be safe here.

Owain: Gods, not again...

Kellam: Hmm?

Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This
is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...

Kellam: This is how what happens?

Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*

Kellam: Owain? Owain, are you crying? What's wrong?

Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was... just more improv,
all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that
shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.

Kellam: A-all right. I'll be here.
=====================================================
Kellam A

Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?

Kellam: Fine, thank you. Nearly healed. It wasn't much of a would to begin
with, fortunately.

Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if... if you got killed again.

Kellam: Ah, so that's what this was about... I die protecting you in the
future?

Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You
had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!

Kellam: At least it sounds like I died with no regrets.

Owain: So yes, that's why when I say you took a hit for me, I... I lost
control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't
stand it.

Kellam: I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more
than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future...

Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone - not once! You and
Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a
heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.

Kellam: Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you... You
were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so - ...Wait a second.
Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really
don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...

Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...
dramatic effect.

Kellam: ...Wait, WHAT?

Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in
the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do
anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you
understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!

Kellam: ...Thank you, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done
plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are so proud of everything you've
become...

Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood... boiling once
again... The fiery pride in your bosom sparked the tinder of my soul and set
me ablaze!

Kellam: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at
least...
=====================================================
15. Lon'qu C

Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-
what's this? Blood... raging! ... A different sort of blood rage than usual!

Lon'qu: Owain. Is everything all right?

Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You musn't come any closer!

Lon'qu: Did you catch something? Do you think it's contagious?

Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh
prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot
guarantee safety! I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own
father!

Lon'qu: ... I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did someone
curse you?

Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY
SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay,
raging blood!

Lon'qu: All right, Son, just stay where you are. I'll get your mother.

Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not strictly necessary. This pain
is nothing to a man like me! Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've
weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go to get
Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...
=====================================================
Lon'qu B

Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?

Lon'qu: Of course I'm upset. You started moaning and shouting out of the
blue! Your mother and I were  terrified. *Sigh* Look, I AM relieved you're
all right.
But what was all that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage acting?

Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv---
Er...
I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide
and time!

Lon'qu: And you're not ashamed to spout those lines? .....

Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not
understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of
an earlier, simpler time...

Lon'qu: ...Hmph. Well, a future where everyone talks like you sounds-
..OWAIN, DOWN! NOW!

Owain: What?!

Lon'qu: ...Grah!

Owain: Your shoulder! Father, your hit!

Lon'qu: Nngh... Archers... in the trees... We're outnumbered... We have to
get out of here! Now GO!

Owain: R-right!
(Time passes)

Lon'qu: We lost them... We should be safe here.

Owain: Gods, not again...

Lon'qu: Hmm?

Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This
is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...

Lon'qu: This is how what happens?

Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*

Lon'qu: Owain, are you crying? What's wrong?

Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was... just more improv,
all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that
shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.

Lon'qu: .....
=====================================================
Lon'qu A

Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?

Lon'qu: Fine, thanks. Nearly healed. Wasn't much of a wound to begin with.

Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if... if I got you killed again.

Lon'qu: Is this what all this is about? I die protecting you in the future?

Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You
had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!

Lon'qu: At least it sounds like I died with no regrets.

Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I...I lost
control.
All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.

Lon'qu: I'm sorry to have dreged up those painful memories, Owain. But more
that that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future.

Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone- not even once! You
and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a
heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.

Lon'qu: Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you... You
were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so- ...Wait a second.
Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I don't seem
the type to have such unruly fluids...

Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...dramatic
effect.

Lon'qu: ...WHAT?

Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in
the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do
anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you
understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!

Lon'qu: ...Thanks, Owain. You're more than just my legacy, you know. You've
done plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are proud of everything
you've become...

Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood...boiling once
again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my soul and
set me ablaze!

Lon'qu: Heh. It's good to see you're back to your old self, at least...
=====================================================
15. Donnel C

Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-
what's this? Blood...raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!

Donnel: What's gon' on, Owain? Everthin' all right?

Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!

Donnel: Gosh! Did ya catch something'? Ya think yer contagious?

Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh
prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot
guarantee safety! I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own
father!

Donnel: ...I'm a mite confused. Are ya under someone else's control? Did some
witch go and curse ya?

Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY
SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay,
raging blood!

Donnel: Hold on, Son! Stay where ya are! I'll run and fetch yer ma!

Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not... strictly necessary. This
pain is nothing to a man like me! Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate!
I've weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go to
get Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...
=====================================================
Donnel B

Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?

Donnel: 'Course I'm upset! You started moanin' and shoutin' out of the blue!
Yer ma and I were terrified! *Sigh* Look, I AM glad yer all right. But what'n
blazes was that about, anyhow? Some kinda scripted theater show?

Owain: I don't scrip anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv-Er...
I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide
and time!

Donnel: And you an't ashamed to spout those lines? That makes one of us...

Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not
understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of
an earlier, simpler time...

Donnel: Well, a future where folks all talk like you sure sounds- ...OWAIN,
HIT THE HAY!

Owain: What?!

Donnel: ... Aw, pig slop!

Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!

Donnel: Nngh... Archers...in the trees... They fired on ya... But I'd never
let 'em hurt my boy... We're outnumbered... We gotta skedaddle! Now GIT!

Owain: R-right!
(Time passes)

Donnel: Whew! We lost 'em... I reckon we're safe here.

Owain: Gods, not again...

Donnel: Hmm?

Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This
is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...

Donnel: This is how what happens?

Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*

Donnel: Owain? Owain, are ya cryin'? What's wrong?

Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was...just more improv,
all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that
shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.

Donnel: A-all right, then. I'll be here.
=====================================================
Donnel A

Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?

Donnel: Fine, thanks! Darn near healed, I reckon. Wasn't much of a wound to
begin with.

Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if...if I got you killed again.

Donnel: So that's what this was about... I die protectin' ya in the future,
don't I?

Owain: ... It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming.
You had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own
back!

Donnel: Well, least it sounds like I died with no regrets.

Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I...I lost
control.
All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.

Donnel: I'm awfully sorry to go dredgin' up those painful memories, Owain.
But more'n that, I'm sorry I left ya all by yerself in the future.

Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone- not even once! You
and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a
herione who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.

Donnel: Wait. So all this talk about havin' the blood of heroes in ya... You
were talkin' about your ma and me? Owain, that's so- ...Hold on a second. Why
does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a sickle? Lissa and I sure don't
seem the type to have unruly fluids...

Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...dramatic
effect.

Donnel: ...How's that again?

Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in
the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do
anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you
understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!

Donnel: ...Thank ya kindly, Owain. But ya carry on more'n just our blood. Ya
done plenty in your own right. Lissa and me are right proud of everythin'
you've become.

Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood...boiling once
again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my soul and
set me ablaze!

Donnel: Heh. Well, I reckon it's nice to see ya gettin' back to yer usual
self at least...
=====================================================
15. Ricken C

Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-
what's this? Blood... raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!

Ricken: Owain? Is everything all right?

Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!

Ricken: Why? Did you catch something? Do you think you're contagious?

Owain: The blood of heroes that course through my veins hungers for fresh
prey!
If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee
safety!
I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father!

Ricken: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did
someone curse you?

Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY
SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay,
raging blood!

Ricken: All right, Son, just stay where you are--- I'll get your mother!

Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not strictly necessary. This pain
is nothing to a man like me! Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've
weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go to get
Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...
=====================================================
Ricken B

Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?

Ricken: Of course I'm upset! You started moaning and shouting out of the
blue! Your mother and I were terrified! *Sigh* Look, I AM relieved you're all
right. But what was all that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage
acting?

Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv---
Er...
I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide
and time!

Ricken: And you're not ashamed to spout those lines? ...That makes one of us.

Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not
understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of
an earlier, simpler time...

Ricken: Well, a future where everyone talks like you sounds a bit---
..OWAIN, GET DOWN!

Owain: What?!

Ricken: ...Grah!

Owain: Your shoulder! Father, your hit!

Ricken: Nngh... Archers... in the trees... They fired on you... But I'd never
let them hurt my son... We're outnumbered... We have to get out of here! Now
GO!

Owain: R-right!
(Time passes)

Ricken: We lost them... We should be safe here.

Owain: Gods, not again...

Ricken: Hmm?

Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This
is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...

Ricken: This is how what happens?

Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*

Ricken: Owain? Owain, are you crying? What's wrong?

Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was... just more improv,
all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that
shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.

Ricken: A-all right. I'll be here.
=====================================================
Ricken A

Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?

Ricken: Fine, thank you. Nearly healed. It wasn't much of a wound to begin
with, fortunately.

Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if... if I got you killed again.

Ricken: Ah, so that's what this was about... I die protecting you in the
future?

Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You
had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!

Ricken: At least it sounds like I died with no regrets.

Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I... I lost
control.
All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.

Ricken: I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more
than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future...

Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone--- not once! You and
Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a
heroine who game me life and a hero gave his life to save mine.

Ricken: Wait. So all this talk about have the blood of heroes in you... You
were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so--- ...Wait a second.
Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really
don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...

Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...
dramatic effect.

Ricken: ...Wait, WHAT?

Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in
the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do
anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you
understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!

Ricken: ...Thank you, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done
plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are so proud of everything you've
become...

Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood... boiling once
again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my sould and
set me  ablaze!

Ricken: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at
least...
=====================================================
15. Gaius C

Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-
what's this? Blood... raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!

Gaius: Owain? Is everything all right?

Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!

Gaius: Why? Did you catch something? Do you think you're contagious?

Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh
prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot
guarantee safety! I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own
father!

Gaius: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did someone
curse you?

Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY
SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay,
raging blood!

Gaius: All right, Son, just stay where you are--I'll get your mother!

Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not... strictly necessary. This
pain is nothing to a man like me Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've
weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go to get
Mother?!Suddenly I don't feel so well...
=====================================================
Gaius B

Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?

Gaius: Of course I'm upset! You started moaning and shouting out of the blue!
Your mother and I were terrified! *Sigh* Look, I AM relieved you're all
right. But what was all that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage of
acting?

Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv--
Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across
tide and time!

Gaius: And you're not ashamed to spout those lines? ...That makes one of us.

Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not
understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of
an earlier, simpler time...

Gaius: Well, a future where everyone talks like you sounds a bit-- ...OWAIN,
GET DOWN!

Owain: What?!

Gaius: ...Grah!

Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!

Gaius: Nngh... Archers... in the trees... They fired on you... Those...
craven dastards... We're outnumbered... We have to get out of here! Now GO!

Owain: R-right!
(Time passes)

Gaius: We lost them... We should be safe here.

Owain: Gods, not again...

Gaius: Hmm?

Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This
is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...

Gaius: This is how what happens?

Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*

Gaius: Owain? Owain, are you crying? What's wrong?

Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was... just more improv,
all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that
shoulder look at. I'll go get Mother.

Gaius: A-all right. I'll be here.
=====================================================
Gaius A

Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?

Gaius: Fine, thanks. Nothing a little sugar wasn't able to patch right up.

Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if...if I got you killed again.

Gaius: Ah, so that's what this was about... I die protecting you in the
future?

Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You
had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!

Gaius: At least it sounds like I died with no regrets.

Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I... I lost
control. All those feeling of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand
it.

Gaius: I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more
than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future...

Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone-- not once! You and
mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me!I'm the scion of a
heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.

Gaius: Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you... You
were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so-- ...Wait a second.
Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really
don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...

Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...
dramatic effect.

Gaius: ...Wait, WHAT?

Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in
the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do
anything! And I didn't come all the this way to have you die on me again! Do
you understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!

Gaius: ...Thank you, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done
plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are so proud of everything you've
become...

Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnnngh... This sensation... B-blood... boiling once
again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my soul and
set me ablaze!

Gaius: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at least...
=====================================================
15. Gregor C

Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-
what's this? Blood... raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!

Gregor: Er, everything is all right, no?

Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!

Gregor: Why? Are you contagious? You have terrible disease?

Owain: The blood of heroes that course through my veins hungers for fresh
prey!
If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee
safety!
I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father!

Gregor: Gregor is confused. Are you under control of evil spirit? Did someone
make with the cursing of you?

Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY
SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay,
raging blood!

Gregor: Gya! Stay put, boy! Gregor go and fetch mother!

Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not strictly necessary. This pain
is nothing to a man like me! Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've
weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go to get
Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...
=====================================================
Gregor B

Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?

Gregor: Of course Gregor upset! You make with the moaning and the shouting
out of the blue! Your mother and Gregor very scared! *Sigh* Look, Gregor is
glad you are safe, yes? But why you yell like madman? Some kind of...
scripted stage acting?

Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv---
Er...
I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide
and time!

Gregor: Ugh. And you speak such lines without feeling ashamed? Gregor not
understand this.

Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not
understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of
an earlier, simpler time...

Gregor: Well, future where everyone talk like Owain make Gregor feel---
..OWAIN, LOOKING OUT!

Owain: What?!

Gregor: ...Grah!

Owain: Your shoulder! Father, your hit!

Gregor: Nngh... Archers... in the trees... They tried to kill you... But
Gregor never let them hurt son... We're outnumbered... We must be getting out
of here! Now GO!

Owain: R-right!
(Time passes)

Gregor: We finally lost them... We should be safe here.

Owain: Gods, not again...

Gregor: Hmm?

Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This
is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...

Gregor: This how what happens?

Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*

Gregor: Owain? Owain, you are crying, yes? What is happened? Is something
wrong?

Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was... just more improv,
all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that
shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.

Gregor: All right. Gregor will be here.
=====================================================
Gregor A

Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?

Gregor: Ha! It was just minor scratch. See? All healed.

Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if... if I got you killed again.

Gregor: Is that what this about? Gregor die protecting you in horrible
future?

Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You
had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!

Gregor: At least it sound like Gregor die with no regrets.

Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I... I lost
control.
All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.

Gregor: Gregor so sorry to dredge up all those painful memories. But more
than that, Gregor sorry he left you all alone in future...

Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone--- not once! You and
Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a
heroine who game me life and a hero gave his life to save mine.

Gregor: Wait. So all this talk about have the blood of heroes in you...
Youtalking of mother and Gregor? Owain, Gregor is very touch--- ...Wait a
second. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at droppng of the hat? Lissa and
Gregor not type to have such unruly fluids...

Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...
dramatic effect.

Gregor: ...Wait, WHAT?

Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in
the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do
anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you
understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!

Gregor: ...Many thanks, Owain. But you carry more than just Gregor's blood!
You've done many good things. Gregor and Lissa are so very proud of
everything you've become.

Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood... boiling once
again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my sould and
set me  ablaze!

Gregor: Heh. Well, it nice to see son is back to usual wacky self, at
least...
=====================================================
15. Libra C

Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-
what is this? Blood... raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!

Libra: Owain? Is everything all right?

Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!

Libra: Why? Did you catch something? Do you think you're contagious?

Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh
prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot
guarantee safety! I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own
father!

Libra: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did someone
curse you?

Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY
SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay,
raging blood!

Libra: All right, Son, just stay where you are-I'll get your mother!

Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh...That's not... strictly necessary. This pain
is nothing to a man like me! Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've
weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go get
Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...
=====================================================
Libra B

Owain: Um... You're not still upset,are you?

Libra: Of course I'm upset! You started moaning and shouting out of the blue!
Your mother and I were terrified! *Sigh* Look, I AM relieved you're all
right. But what was all that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage
acting?

Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv-
Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across
tide and time!

Libra: And you are not ashamed to spout those lines? ...That makes one of us.

Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not
understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of
an earlier, simpler time...

Libra: Well, a future where everyone speaks like you sounds rather- ...OWAIN,
LOOK OUT!

Owain: What?!

Libra: ...Grah!

Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!

Libra: Nngh... Archers... in the trees... They fired on you... Thank the gods
they missed you... We're outnumbered... We have to get out of here! Now GO!

Owain: R-right!
(Time passes)

Libra: We lost them... We should be safe here.

Owain: Gods, not again...

Libra: Hmm?

Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This
is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...

Libra: This is how what happens?

Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*

Libra: Owain? Owain, are you crying? What's wrong?

Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was... just more improv,
all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that
shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.

Libra: A-all right. I'll be here.
=====================================================
Libra A

Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?

Libra: Fine, thank you. It wasn't much of a wound to begin with, thank the
gods.

Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if... if you got killed again.

Libra: Ah, so that's what this was about... I die protecting you in the
future?

Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You
had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!

Libra: At least it sounds like I died without regrets.

Owain: So yes, that's why when I say you took a hit for me, I... I lost
control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't
stand it.

Libra: I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more
than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future...

Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone - not once! You and
Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a
heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.

Libra: Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you... You
were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so- ...Wait a second.
Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really
don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...

Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...
dramatic effect.

Libra: ...Pray come again?

Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in
the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do
anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you
understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!

Libra: ...Thank you, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done
plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are so proud of everything you've
become...

Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood... boiling once
again... The fiery pride in your bosom sparked the tinder of my soul and set
me ablaze!

Libra: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at least...
=====================================================
15. Henry C

Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-
what is this? Blood... raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!

Henry: Hey-o, Owain! Everything all right?

Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!

Henry: Why? Did you catch something? ...Ooo, are you CONTAGIOUS?!

Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh
prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot
guarantee safety! I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own
father!

Henry: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? I'm not
detecting a curse, sooo...

Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY
SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay,
raging blood!

Henry: Well, if it's not a curse, there isn't much I can do about it. I guess
I'll go get your mother!

Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh...That's not... strictly necessary. This pain
is nothing to a man like me! Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've
weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go get
Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...
=====================================================
Henry B

Owain: Um... You're not still upset,are you?

Henry: Ha ha! Of course not! Though when you started moaning and shouting out
of the blue, your mother and I were worried. What was all that about, anyway?
Some kind of scripted stage acting?

Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv-
Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across
tide and time!

Henry: And you are not ashamed to spout those lines? ...That makes one of us.

Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not
understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of
an earlier, simpler time...

Henry: Geez. Well, a future where everyone talks like you sounds to me like-
..OWAIN, GET DOWN!

Owain: What?!

Henry: ...Whoopsie!

Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!

Henry: Nngh... Archers... in the trees... They fired on you... But I'd never
let them hurt my son... Go on, Owain- I'll take care of this! You just get
out of here. Now GO!

Owain: R-right!
(Time passes)

Henry: Well, that took care of that! Nya ha! Are you all right?

Owain: Gods, not again...

Henry: Hmm?

Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This
is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...

Henry: This is how what happens?

Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*

Henry: Hey, are you crying? What's wrong?

Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was... just more improv,
all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that
shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.

Henry: Aw, it's not that bad! I'm barely bleeding! Mmm... Bloood...
=====================================================
Henry A

Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?

Henry: Fine, thanks. It wasn't much of a wound to begin with, fortunately.

Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if... if you got killed again.

Henry: Ah, I get it now... I die protecting you in the future, is that it?

Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You
had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!

Henry: At least it sounds like I died with no regrets.

Owain: So yes, that's why when I say you took a hit for me, I... I lost
control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't
stand it.

Henry: Aw, I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But
more than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future...

Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone - not once! You and
Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a
heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.

Henry: Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you... You
were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so- ...Wait a second.
Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really
don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...

Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...
dramatic effect.

Henry: ...Er, what?

Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in
the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do
anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you
understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!

Henry: Ha! Thanks, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done
plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are so proud of everything you've
become...

Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood... boiling once
again... The fiery pride in your bosom sparked the tinder of my soul and set
me ablaze!

Henry: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at least...
Now let's talk some more about this blood of yours...
____________________________________________________________

Kjelle^

16. Sully C

Sully: Phew... That's enough for today.

Kjelle: Yes, ma'am!

Sully: You're good, kid. Good enough to keep me on my toes.

Kjelle: I learned from my mother.

Sully: What, you mean me? Er, I mean, future me? Dammit! I can't wrap my head
around all this time-travel business!

Kjelle: You fight just like the mother I knew. ...Which makes sense, I
suppose.

Sully: That explains why you're so hard to beat. You know all my moves.
Although, wait. There's one thing I don't understand...

Kjelle: What's that?

Sully: You're not great on horseback, are you? How'd that happen? I'd think I
would've taught you better.

Kjelle: But you never taught me to ride.

Sully: What? Why not? Did you guys have to eat all the horses or something?

Kjelle: We had horses. What we lacked was talent. Or more specifically, I
lacked it.You said I was a lost cause, so I wound up teaching myself.
..Poorly.

Sully: Huh.

Kjelle: So yeah, come to think of it, now's your chance.

Sully: Oh? My chance for what?

Kjelle: To teach me how to ride! I mean, it IS your fault I don't already
know.

Sully: MY fault? How is it MY fault? I haven't done anything! I haven't even
HAD you yet!

Kjelle: But you will! So come on, what do you say? Please?

Sully: ...Oh, fine. If you're so damn intent on learning, we'll work it into
the regimen.

Kjelle: Perfect! Thanks, Mother.
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Sully B

Sully: All right. That's it for today's training.

Kjelle: Yes, ma'am! Thank you, ma'am! So? Am I any better on horseback? Maybe
just a little?

Sully: ...What do you think?

Kjelle: Not...really? Maybe I really don't have the talent for it.

Sully: Talent is an excuse! You lack practice, not talent.

Kjelle: No... You're right. I'm sorry. I guess I just got frustrated.

Sully: Still, there IS something strange here...

Kjelle: How your own daughter could be such a poor rider?

Sully: No, not that. The fact that future me told you anything different than
what I just told you myself.

Kjelle: That it's a matter of practice, not talent?

Sully: Yeah. I hate that word, "talent." Always have. So why would I ever say
you lacked it?

Kjelle: Well, to be fair, you never used the word "talent"... I believe your
exact words were "you're not suited for riding." But it's basically the same
thing.

Sully: Hmm... Well I'm sure I wouldn't say it without some reason...

Kjelle: Uh-oh. Does that mean you're going to stop teaching me again?

Sully: I'm no damn quitter! We'll finish what we started or die trying.

Kjelle: Whew! Thanks!

Sully: Still, there's something funny about all of this...
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Sully A
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Sully: You have a minute, Kjelle?

Kjelle: Do you need me, Mother?

Sully: Well, I think I figured out why I didn't teach you how to ride in the
future.

Kjelle: Oh no! Does this mean you're going to stop giving me lessons?

Sully: Just listen: it takes a special talent to navigate a mount around the
battlefield. But it's not the be-all, end-all of combat. Everyone has their
own unique skill set. I think I probably wanted you to find your own way to
fight.

Kjelle: But why? Riding is a crucial skill.

Sully: Because I'm your mother.

Kjelle: What?

Sully: One tiny slipup can cost a warrior her life out in the field. And if I
saw a risk, no matter how small, I'd want to nip it in the bud.

Kjelle: But... you're teaching me now.

Sully: Well, uh... Look, maybe it took a little bit for the maternal thing to
sink in. I agreed to teach you without really thinking about it. I acted like
I was training a peer more than raising a daughter. ...Make sense?

Kjelle: So your thinking has changed?

Sully: Damn right it has! Spending all this time together, I feel a lot
more... motherly. I think that's why I can see where future me was coming
from. I would've been older than you, and worried about what you'd do when I
was gone.

Kjelle: So you discouraged my riding since you wouldn't always be there to
protect me? ...Huh. In other words, you did what you did because you cared
about me.

Sully: It's just a guess. I mean, I can't very well ask future me about it,
right?

Kjelle: I suppose that means the end of my lessons. *sigh* It was fun while
it lasted. I still think I'd be more effective on horseback, but I guess it's
not meant to be.

Sully: Now just a damn minute- who said anything about giving up?

Kjelle: What? But you just... Aren't you saying you agree with why you
stopped teaching me?

Sully: Yeah, maybe, if I was future me! But I'm NOW ME! We're practically the
same age here! We can fight side by side for the rest of our lives, girly.

Kjelle: Then you'll keep training me?

Sully: Course I will! I'm sure I'd understand... Er, will understand... Er,
whatever!
And given we're both young and fit, there's no excuse not to train hard! Hope
you're ready to sweat...

Kjelle: ...J-just try to be a LITTLE gentle, would you?

Sully: I CAN'T HEAR YOU! LET'S GO, LET'S GO! MOVE IT!

Kjelle: Y-yes, ma'am!
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16. Chrom C

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.

Chrom: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but... maybe not today...

Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!

Chrom: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...

Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll-

Chrom: B-breakfast...

Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?

Chrom: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then...this happened... N-not just me...
Everyone in camp is in... the same shape... If you haven't eaten... s-stay
away... Save yourself...

Kjelle: ......

Chrom: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this
is... is...

Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.

Chrom: ...What?

Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.

Chrom: N-no, it's not...that... I mean... urrgh... It was d-delicious... I'm
sure the... searing pain is... coincidental...

Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so
embarrassing!

Chrom: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods...
H-here it comes...
=====================================================
Chrom B

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!

Chrom: Kjelle, you seem to be training especially hard today.

Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share
of the fighting

Chrom: Oh, so... you're not cooking again?

Kjelle: Would you want me to, after last time?! You saw how that day's battle
played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like
newborn deer... And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't
been so horrified, we might all be dead!

Chrom: It was certainly a... challenging day... But nobody's perfect-I'm sure
it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.

Kjelle: NO!

Chrom: ...I'm sorry?

Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next
time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees!
Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.

Chrom: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...

Kjelle: I still remember the sound... that horrible sound... Dozens of
people, all fa-

Chrom: All right! Fair enough. ...Look, what if I gave you a few pointers?
I'm no whiz in the kitchen, but I've made my fair share of campfire
breakfasts. If we manage to come up with something tasty, we can share it
with everyone!

Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.
=====================================================
Chrom A

Chrom: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'm sure everyone will be
eager for a taste.

Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about
cooking!

Chrom: I learned a lot after marrying your mother. It was that or starve...

Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?

Chrom: Yes, I guess we do...

Kjelle: ....... ...Heh heh.

Chrom: Hmm?

Kjelle: Just thinking that this must be what it feels like. ...Having
parents, I mean. Being a normal family. I never really got to have that,
but... it's nice.

Chrom: Kjelle...

Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in
to this soup! *slurp*

Chrom: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for
help... But you can, you know? If there's anything I can ever do, just name
it.

Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.

Chrom: Yes, what is it?

Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...

Chrom: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, it does.

Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...

Chrom: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like
food!

Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!
=====================================================
16. Frederick C

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.

Frederick: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but... perhaps not today...

Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!

Frederick: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...

Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll---

Frederick: B-breakfast...

Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?

Frederick: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then... this happened... N-not just
me... Everyone in camp is in... the same shape... If you haven't eaten... s-
stay away... Spare yourself...

Kjelle: ......

Frederick: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made
this is... is...

Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.

Frederick: ...What?

Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.

Frederick: N-no, it's not... that... I mean... urrgh... It was d-delicious...
I'm sure the... searing pain is... coincidental, dear...

Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so
embarrassing!

Frederick: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh,
gods... This is not going to be pleasant...
=====================================================
Frederick B

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!

Frederick: Kjelle, you seem to be training especially hard today.

Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share
of the fighting.

Frederick: Oh, so... you're not cooking again?

Kjelle: Would you want me to, after last time?! You saw how that day's battle
played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like
newborn deer... And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't
been so horrified, we might all be dead!

Frederick: It was certainly a... challenging day. But nobody's perfect--- I'm
sure it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking
again.

Kjelle: NO!

Frederick: ...I'm sorry?

Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? what if my cooking gets you KILLED next
time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees!
Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.

Frederick: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...

Kjelle: I still remember the sound... that horrible sound... Dozens of
people, all fa---

Frederick: All right! Fair enough. ...What if I gave you a few pointers? If
we manage to come up with something tasty, we can share it with everyone.

Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.
=====================================================
Frederick A

Frederick: The soup smells great, dear. Good job. I'm sure everyone will be
eager for a taste.

Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about
cooking!

Frederick: I learned a lot after marrying your mother. It was that or
starve...

Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?

Frederick: Yes, I suppose we do...

Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.

Frederick: Hmm?

Kjelle: Just thinking that this must be what it feels like. ...Having
parents, I mean. Being a normal family. I never really got to have that,
but... it's nice.

Frederick: Kjelle...

Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in
to this soup! *slurp*

Frederick: Kjelle, I know you're a strong woman who doesn't like to ask for
help... But you know that you can, right? If there is anything I can ever do,
just name it.

Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.

Frederick: And that is?

Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...

Frederick: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods. It does.

Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...

Frederick: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like
food...

Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!
=====================================================
16. Virion C

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.

Virion: Ah, Kjelle... I'd love to, but... maybe not today...

Kjelle: Father, you're as pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!

Virion: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my innards...

Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll--

Virion: B-breakfast...

Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?

Virion: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then... this happened... N-not just
me... Everyone in camp is in... the same shape... If you haven't eaten... s-
stay away... Save yourself...

Kjelle: ......

Virion: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this
is... is...

Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.

Virion: ...Come again?

Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.

Virion: N-no, it's not... that... I mean... urrgh... It was d-delicious...
I'm sure the... searing pain is... coincidental...

Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so
embarrassing!

Virion: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods...
H-here it comes...
=====================================================
Virion B

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAAH!

Virion: Kjelle, you seem to be training especially hard today.

Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share
of the fighting

Virion: Oh, so... you're not cooking again?

Kjelle: Would you want me to, after the last time?! You saw that day's battle
played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like
newborn deer... And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't
been so horrified, we might all be dead!

Virion: Yes, it was hardly our most shining moment. But nobody's perfect-I'm
sure it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking
again.

Kjelle: NO!

Virion: ...I'm sorry?

Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next
time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees!
Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.

Virion: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...

Kjelle: I still remember the sound... that horrible sound... Dozens of
people, all fa-

Virion: All right! Fair enough. ...Look, what if I gave you a few pointers?
If we manage to come up with something tasty, we can share it with everyone!

Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it!...And thanks.
=====================================================
Virion A

Virion: The soup has such an... elegant aroma! Nicely done, dear. I'm sure
everyone will be eager for a taste.

Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about
cooking!

Virion: I learned a lot after marrying your mother. It was that or starve...

Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?

Virion: Yeah, I guess we do...

Kjelle: ....... ...Heh heh.

Virion: Hmm?

Kjelle: Just thinking that this must be what it feels like. ...Having
parents, I mean. Being a normal family. I never really got to have that,
but... it's nice.

Virion: Kjelle...

Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in
to this soup! *slurp*

Virion: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for
help... But you can, you know? If there's anything I can ever do, just name
it.

Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.

Virion: Do tell.

Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...

Virion: *Slurp* ...Oh gods, it does.

Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...

Virion: Right then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like
food.

Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!
=====================================================
16. Stahl C

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.

Stahl: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...

Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!

Stahl: I-it's nothing, I'm fine... Save for my gut...

Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll-

Stahl: B-breakfast...

Kjelle: Someone named "Breakfast"?

Stahl: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then...this happened... N-not just me...
Everyone in camp is in...the same shape... If you haven't eaten...s-stay
away... Save yourself...

Kjelle: .....

Stahl: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this
is... is...

Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.

Stahl: ...What?

Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.

Stahl: N-no, it's not...that... I mean...urrgh... It was d-delicious... I'm
sure the... searing pain is... coincidental...

Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so
embarrassing!

Stahl: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods...
H-here it comes...
=====================================================
Stahl B

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!

Stahl: Kjelle, you seem to be training especially hard today.

Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share
of the fighting.

Stahl: Oh, so... you're not cooking again?

Kjelle: Would you want me to, after last time?! You saw how that day's battle
played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like
newborn deer... And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't
been so horrified, we might all be dead!

Stahl: It was certainly a... challenging day. But nobody's perfect-I'm sure
it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.

Kjelle: NO!

Stahl: ...I'm sorry?

Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next
time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees!
Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.

Stahl: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...

Kjelle: I still remember that sound... that horrible sound... Dozens of
people, all fa-

Stahl: All right! Fair enough. ...Look, what if I gave you a few pointers? If
we manage to come up with something tasty, we can share it with everyone!

Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.
=====================================================
Stahl A

Stahl: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'm sure everyone will be
eager for a taste.

Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about
cooking!

Stahl: I learned a lot after marrying your mother. It was that or starve...

Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?

Stahl: Yes, I guess we do...

Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.

Stahl: Hmm?

Kjelle: Just thinking that this must be what it feels like. ...Having
parents, I mean. Being a normal family. I never really got to have that,
but... it's nice.

Stahl: Kjelle...

Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in
to this soup! *slurp*

Stahl: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for
help... But you can, you know? If there is anything I can ever do, just name
it.

Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.

Stahl: Yes, what is it?

Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...

Stahl: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods. It does.

Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...

Stahl: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like
food!

Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!
=====================================================
16. Vaike C

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.

Vaike: Hey, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...

Kjelle: Father, you're as pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!

Vaike: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine...Save for my gut...

Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll-

Vaike: B-breakfast...

Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?

Vaike: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then...this happened... N-not just me...
Everyone in camp is in... the same shape... If you haven't eaten...s-stay
away...Save yourself...

Kjelle: ......

Vaike: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this
is... is...

Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.

Vaike: ...What?

Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ... I thought it turned out so well.

Vaike: N-no, it's not... that... I mean... urrgh... It was d-delicious... I'm
sure the... searing pain is... coincidental...

Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick!: Oh, this is so
embarassing!

Vaike: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... The Vaike'll... Bluuurp! Oh,
gods... H-here itcomes...
=====================================================
Vaike B

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAAH!

Vaike: Kjelle, you seem to be trainin' especially hard today.

Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share
of the fighting

Vaike: So, uh... You ain't cookin' again?

Kjelle: Would you want me to, after the last time?! You saw that day's battle
played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like
newborn deer...
And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't been so
horrified, we might all be dead!

Vaike: Yeah, that was pretty ugly, all right. But hey, nobody's perfect. I'm
sure it was just a fluke! The Vaike would be happy to give your cookin'
another shot.

Kjelle: NO!

Vaike: Muh?

Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next
time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees!
Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.

Vaike: Yeesh, it wasn't THAT bad...

Kjelle: I still remember the sound... that horrible sound... Dozens of
people, all fa-

Vaike: All right! I get it, I get it. ...Look, what if ol' Teach gave ya a
few pointers in the kitchen? If we manage to come up with somethin' tasty, we
can share it with everyone!

Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.
=====================================================
Vaike A

Vaike: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'sm sure everyone'll be dyin'
for a taste.

Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about
cooking!

Vaike: I learned a lot after marryin' your mother. Was that or starve...

Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?

Vaike: Yeah, I guess we do...

Kjelle: ....... ...Heh heh.

Vaike: Hmm?

Kjelle: Just thinking that this must be what it feels like. ...Having
parents, I mean. Being a normal family. I never really got to have
that,but... it's nice.

Vaike: Kjelle...

Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in
to this soup!*slurp*

Vaike: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't lke to ask for help...
But ya can, ya know? If there's anythin' the Vaike can do, you just name it.

Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.

Vaike: What's that?

Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook!This soup tastes like dishwater...

Vaike: *Slurp* ...Oh gods, you ain't kiddin'.

Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...

Vaike: Right then! Teach'll have ya cookin' food that tastes like food in no
time.

Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!
=====================================================
16. Kellam C

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.

Kellam: I'm... surprised you found me... I'd love to, but... maybe not
today...

Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!

Kellam: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...

Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll---

Kellam: B-breakfast...

Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?

Kellam: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then... this happened... N-not just
me... Everyone in camp is in... the same shape... If you haven't eaten... s-
stay away... Save yourself...

Kjelle: ......

Kellam: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this
is... is...

Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.

Kellam: ...What?

Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.

Kellam: N-no, it's not... that... I mean... urrgh... It was d-delicious...
I'm sure the... searing pain is... coincidental...

Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so
embarrassing!

Kellam: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods...
H-here it comes...
=====================================================
Kellam B

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!

Kellam: Kjelle, you seem to be training especially hard today.

Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share
of the fighting.

Kellam: Oh, so... you're not cooking again?

Kjelle: Would you want me to, after last time?! You saw how that day's battle
played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like
newborn deer... And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't
been so horrified, we might all be dead!

Kellam: It was certainly a... challenging day. But nobody's perfect--- I'm
sure it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking
again.

Kjelle: NO!

Kellam: ...I'm sorry?

Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? what if my cooking gets you KILLED next
time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees!
Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.

Kellam: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...

Kjelle: I still remember the sound... that horrible sound... Dozens of
people, all fa---

Kellam: All right! Fair enough. ...Look, what if I gave you a few pointers?
If we manage to come up with something tasty, we can share it with everyone!

Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.
=====================================================
Kellam A

Kellam: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'm sure everyone will be
eager for a taste.

Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about
cooking!

Kellam: I learned a lot after marrying your mother. It was that or starve...

Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?

Kellam: Yes, I suppose we do...

Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.

Kellam: Hmm?

Kjelle: Just thinking that this must be what it feels like. ...Having
parents, I mean. Being a normal family. I never really got to have that,
but... it's nice.

Kellam: Kjelle...

Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in
to this soup! *slurp*

Kellam: Kjelle, I know you're a strong woman who doesn't like to ask for
help... But you know that you can, right? If there is anything I can ever do,
just name it.

Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.

Kellam: Yes, what is it?

Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...

Kellam: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods. It does.

Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...

Kellam: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like
food...

Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!
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16. Lon'qu C

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.

Lon'qu: Oh, Kjelle... Sorry...maybe not today...

Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!

Lon'qu: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...

Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll--

Lon'qu: B-breakfast...

Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?

Lon'qu: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then... this happened... N-not just
me... Everyone in camp is in... the same shape... If you haven't eaten... s-
stay away... Save yourself...

Kjelle: ......

Lon'qu: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this
is... is...

Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.

Lon'qu: ...What?

Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.

Lon'qu: N-no, it's not... that... I mean... urrgh... It was d-delicious...
I'm sure the... searing pain is... coincidental...

Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so
embarrassing!

Lon'qu: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods...
H-here it comes...
=====================================================
Lon'qu B

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!

Lon'qu: You seem to be training especially hard today.

Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share
of the fighting.

Lon'qu: Ah. so... you're not cooking again?

Kjelle: Would you want me to, after last time?! You saw how that day's battle
played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like
newborn deer...
And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't been so
horrified, we might all be dead!

Lon'qu: It was certainly a... challenging day. But nobody's perfect--I'm sure
it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.

Kjelle: NO!

Lon'qu: ...?

Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next
time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees!
Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.

Lon'qu: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...

Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people,
all fa--

Lon'qu: Fair enough. ...Look, what if I gave you a few pointers? If we manage
to come up with something tasty, we can share it with everyone.

Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.
=====================================================
Lon'qu A

Lon'qu: The soup smells great. Good job. I'm sure everyone will be eager for
a taste.

Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about
cooking!

Lon'qu: I learned a lot after marrying your mother. It was that or starve...

Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?

Lon'qu: I suppose so.

Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.

Lon'qu: Hmm?

Kjelle: Just thinking that this must be what it feels like. ...Having
parents, I mean. Being a normal family. I never really got to have that,
but...it's nice.

Lon'qu: Kjelle...

Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in
to this soup! *slurp*

Lon'qu: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for
help... But you can, you know. If there's anything I can ever do, just name
it.

Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.

Lon'qu: What's that?

Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...

Lon'qu: *Slurp* ...Yes, it does.

Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...

Lon'qu: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like
food.

Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!
=====================================================
16. Donnel C

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.

Donnel: Heya, Kjelle... I'd love to, but... maybe not today...

Kjelle: Father, you're as pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!

Donnel: I-it's nothin'. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...

Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll--

Donnel: B-breakfast...

Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?

Donnel: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then...this happened... N-not just me...
Everyone in camp is in... the same shape... If you haven't eaten... s-stay
away... Save yourself...

Kjelle: ......

Donnel: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cookin' was bad... Whoever made this
is... is...

Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.

Donnel: ...Come again?

Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.

Donnel: N-no, it's not... that... I mean... urrgh... It was d-delicious...
I'm sure this... bellyache is... pure coincidence...

Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so
embarrassing!

Donnel: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods...
H-here it comes...
=====================================================
Donnel B

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAAH!

Donnel: Kjelle, you seem to be trainin' extra hard today!

Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share
of the fighting

Donnel: Oh, so... you're not cookin' again?

Kjelle: Would you want me to, after the last time?! You saw that day's battle
played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like
newborn deer... And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't
been so horrified, we might all be dead!

Donnel: It was a... challengin' day, for sure. But no one's perfect-I'm sure
it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cookin' again.

Kjelle: NO!

Donnel: ...Beg your pardon?

Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next
time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees!
Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.

Donnel: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...

Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound...Dozens of people,
all fa-

Donnel: *Ahem!* All right, I get ya. How about I ya out by givin' ya a few
cookin' pointers? If we manage to come up with somethin' tasty, we can share
it with everyone! Deal?

Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it!...And thanks.
=====================================================
Donnel A

Donnel: Mmm, the soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'm sure everyone'll be
itchin' for a taste.

Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about
cooking!

Donnel: I learned a lot after marryin' your ma. It was that or starve...

Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?

Donnel: Yeah, I reckon we do...

Kjelle: ....... ...Heh heh.

Donnel: Hmm?

Kjelle: Just thinking that this must be what it feels like. ...Having
parents, I mean. Being a normal family. I never really got to have that,
but... it's nice.

Donnel: Aw, Kjelle...

Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in
to this soup! *slurp*

Donnel: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like askin' for
help... But you can, you know? If there's anythin' I can do, you just name
it.

Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.

Donnel: And what's that?

Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...

Donnel: *Slurp* ...Ooh, you ain't kiddin'.

Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...

Donnel: Well, don't you worry. I'll have you cookin' food that tastes like
food in no time!

Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!
=====================================================
16. Ricken C

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.

Ricken: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but... maybe not today...

Kjelle: Father, you're as pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!

Ricken: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...

Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll--

Ricken: B-breakfast...

Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?

Ricken: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then...this happened... N-not just me...
Everyone in camp is in... the same shape... If you haven't eaten... s-stay
away... Save yourself...

Kjelle: ......

Ricken: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this
is... is...

Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.

Ricken: ...What?

Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.

Ricken: N-no, it's not... that... I mean... urrgh... It was d-delicious...
I'm sure the... searing pain is... coincidental...

Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so
embarrassing!

Ricken: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods...
H-here it comes...
=====================================================
Ricken B

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAAH!

Ricken: Kjelle, you seem to be training especially hard today.

Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share
of the fighting

Ricken: Oh, so... you're not cooking again?

Kjelle: Would you want me to, after the last time?! You saw that day's battle
played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like
newborn deer... And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't
been so horrified, we might all be dead!

Ricken: It was certainly a... challenging day. But nobody's perfect-I'm sure
it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.

Kjelle: NO!

Ricken: ...I'm sorry?

Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next
time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees!
Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.

Ricken: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...

Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound...Dozens of people,
all fa-

Ricken: All right! Fair enough. ...Look, what if I gave you a few pointers?
If we manage to come up with something tasty, we can share it with everyone!

Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it!... And thanks.
=====================================================
Ricken A

Ricken: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'm sure everyone will be
eager for a taste.

Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about
cooking!

Ricken: I learned a lot after marrying your mother. It was that or starve...

Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?

Ricken: Yeah, I guess we do...

Kjelle: ....... ...Heh heh.

Ricken: Hmm?

Kjelle: Just thinking that this must be what it feels like. ...Having
parents, I mean. Being a normal family. I never really got to have that,
but...it's nice.

Ricken: Kjelle...

Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in
to this soup! *slurp*

Ricken: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for
help... But you can, you know? If there's anything I can ever do, just name
it.

Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.

Ricken: Yes, what is it?

Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...

Ricken: *Slurp* ...Oh gods, it does.

Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...

Ricken: Right then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like
food!

Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!
=====================================================
16. Gaius C

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.

Gaius: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but... maybe not today...

Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!

Gaius: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...

Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll--

Gaius: B-breakfast...

Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?

Gaius: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then...this happened... N-not just me...
Everyone in camp is in... the same shape... If you haven't eaten... s-stay
away... Save yourself...

Kjelle:......

Gaius: Hrrgh...And I thought Sully's cooking was bad...Whoever made this
is... is...

Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.

Gaius: ...What?

Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.

Gaius: N-no, it's not... that... I mean... urrgh... It was d-delicious... I'm
sure the... searing pain is... coincidental...

Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so
embarrassing!

Gaius: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods...
H-here it comes...
=====================================================
Gaius B

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!

Gaius: Kjelle, you seem to be training especially hard today.

Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share
of the fighting.

Gaius: Oh, so... you're not cooking again?

Kjelle: Would you want me to, after last time?! You saw how that day's battle
played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like
newborn deer...
And the smell...Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't been so horrified,
we might all be dead!

Gaius: It was certainly a... challenging day. But nobody's perfect--I'm sure
it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.
Kjelle: NO!

Gaius: ...I'm sorry?

Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next
time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees!
Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.

Gaius: Oh come on now, it wasn't THAT bad...

Kjelle: I still remember the sound... that horrible sound... Dozens of
people, all fa--

Gaius: All right! Fair enough. ...Look, what if I gave you a few pointers? If
we manage to come up with something tasty, we can share it with everyone. And
if not, well... there's always candy, right?

Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.
=====================================================
Gaius A

Gaius: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'm sure everyone will be
eager for a taste.

Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about
cooking!

Gaius: I learned a lot after marrying your mother. It was that or starve...

Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?

Gaius: Yeah, I guess we do...

Kjelle: ...... ...Heh, heh.

Gaius: What's so funny?

Kjelle: Just thinking that this must be what it feels like. ...Having
parents, I mean. Being a normal family. I never really got to have that,
but... it's nice.

Gaius: Kjelle...

Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in
to this soup! *slurp*

Gaius: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for
help... But you can, you know? If there's anything I can ever do, just name
it.

Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.

Gaius: What's that?

Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...

Gaius: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, it does.

Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...

Gaius: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like
food!

Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!
=====================================================
16. Gregor C

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.

Gregor: Gregor would love to... but...maybe not today...

Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!

Gregor: I-is nothing. Gregor is f-fine... Except for gut...

Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll--

Gregor: B-breakfast...

Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?

Gregor: N-no... Gregor eat breakfast, then... this happen... N-not just
Gregor... Everyone in camp is... feeling like floor of barn... If you have
not eaten... s-stay away... Save yourself...

Kjelle: ......

Gregor: Hrrgh... Gregor thought Sully's cooking was horrible... Whoever made
this is... is...

Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.

Gregor: ...What? Is joke, yes?

Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.

Gregor: N-no! It was... good, yes! Do not... Urrgh... Do not blame self!
Gregor is sure the... searing pain is... just coincidence... Ha ha...

Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so
embarrassing!

Gregor: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... Gregor will... Bluuurp! Uh-
oh... H-here comes breakfast...
=====================================================
Gregor B

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!

Gregor: Kjelle, you are making very hard with the training today.

Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share
of the fighting.

Gregor: Oh, so... you will not be cooking again, yes?

Kjelle: Would you want me to, after last time?! You saw how that day's battle
played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like
newborn deer... And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't
been so horrified, we might all be dead!

Gregor: Yes, it was quite horrible. But no one is perfect, no? It was
probably just crazy fluke. Gregor would like to try your cooking again.

Kjelle: NO!

Gregor: ...Oy?

Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next
time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees!
Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.

Gregor: Now, now. It wasn't THAT bad.

Kjelle: I still remember the sound... that horrible sound... Dozens of
people, all fa--

Gregor: All right! Do not remind Gregor! ...How about this. What if Gregor
give you few pointer tips in kitchen? If we come up with tasty meal, Kjelle
can share with everyone!

Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.
=====================================================
Gregor A

Gregor: Mmm, the soup smells delicious! Good job. Gregor is sure everyone
will be fighting each other for the tasting.

Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about
cooking!

Gregor: Gregor learn after marrying mother. Was either that or starve...

Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?

Gregor: Gregor think so!

Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.

Gregor: Hmm?

Kjelle: Just thinking that this must be what it feels like. ...Having
parents, I mean. Being a normal family. I never really got to have that,
but... it's nice.

Gregor: Kjelle...

Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in
to this soup!
*slurp*

Gregor: Kjelle is very strong girl, yes? She never ask for help... But if
ever there is anything Gregor can do, you just ask.

Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.

Gregor: What is?

Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...

Gregor: *Slurp* ...Oy, it does.

Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...

Gregor: Right, then! Gregor show you how to cook food that taste like food.

Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!
=====================================================
16. Libra C

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.

Libra: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but... maybe not today...

Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!

Libra: I-it's nothing, I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...

Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll-

Libra: B-breakfast...

Kjelle: Someone named "Breakfast"?

Libra: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then... this happened... N-not just me...
Everyone in camp is in... the same shape... If you haven't eaten... s-stay
away... Save yourself...

Kjelle: .....

Libra: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this
is... is...

Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.

Libra: ...What?

Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.

Libra: N-no, it's not... that... I mean... urrgh... It was d-delicious... I'm
sure the... searing pain is... coincidental... The gods do love to... test us
sometimes...

Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so
embarrassing!

Libra: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods...
H-here it comes...
=====================================================
Libra B

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!

Libra: Kjelle, you seem to be training especially hard today.

Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share
of the fighting.

Libra: Oh, so... you're not cooking again?

Kjelle: Would you want me to, after last time?! You saw how that day's battle
played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like
newborn deer... And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't
been so horrified, we might all be dead!

Libra: It was certainly a... challenging day. But nobody's perfect-I'm sure
it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.

Kjelle: NO!

Libra: ...I'm sorry?

Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next
time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees!
Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.

Libra: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...

Kjelle: I still remember that sound... that horrible sound... Dozens of
people, all fa-

Libra: All right! Fair enough. ...Look, what if I gave you a few pointers? If
we manage to come up with something tasty, we can share it with everyone!

Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.
=====================================================
Libra A

Libra: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'm sure everyone will be
eager for a taste.

Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about
cooking!

Libra: I learned a lot after marrying your mother. It was that or starve...

Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?

Libra: Yes, I suppose we do...

Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.

Libra: Hmm?

Kjelle: Just thinking that this must be what it feels like. ...Having
parents, I mean. Being a normal family. I never really got to have that,
but... it's nice.

Libra: Kjelle...

Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in
to this soup! *slurp*

Libra: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for
help... But you can, you know? If there is anything I can ever do, just name
it.

Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.

Libra: Yes, what is it?

Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...

Libra: *Slurp* ...Oh, the gods are cruel! It DOES taste like dishwater!

Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...

Libra: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like
food!

Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!
=====================================================
16. Henry C

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.

Henry: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...

Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!

Henry: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my stomache...

Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll-

Henry: B-breakfast...

Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?

Henry: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then... this happened... N-not just me...
Everyone in camp is in... the same shape... If you haven't eaten... s-stay
away... Save yourself...

Kjelle: ......

Henry: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this
is... is...

Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.

Henry: ...What?

Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.

Henry: N-no, it's not... that... I mean... urrgh... It was d-delicious... I'm
sure the... searing pain is... coincidental...

Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so
embarrassing!

Henry: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods...
H-here it comes... Nya haaa...
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Henry B

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!

Henry: Kjelle, you seem to be training especially hard today.

Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share
of the fighting

Henry: Oh, so... you're not cooking again?

Kjelle: Would you want me to, after last time?! You saw how that day's battle </pre><pre id="faqspan-29">
played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like
newborn deer... And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't
been so horrified, we might all be dead!

Henry: Nya ha! It was certainly a... challenging day... Aw, but nobody's
perfect-I'm sure it was just a fluke! I know I, for one, would like to try
your cooking again.

Kjelle: NO!

Henry: Huh?

Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next
time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees!
Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.

Henry: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...

Kjelle: I still remember the sound... that horrible sound... Dozens of
people, all fa-

Henry: All right! Fair enough. ...Look, what if I gave you a few pointers? If
we manage to come up with something tasty, we can share it with everyone!

Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.
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Henry A

Henry: Nya ha! The soup smells great! Nice work! I'm sure everyone'll be
eager for a taste.

Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about
cooking!

Henry: I learned a lot after marrying your mother. It was that or starve...

Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?

Henry: Yeah, I guess we do...

Kjelle: ....... ...Heh heh.

Henry: Hmm?

Kjelle: Just thinking that this must be what it feels like. ...Having
parents, I mean. Being a  normal family. I never really got to have that,
but...it's nice.

Henry: Kjelle...

Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in
to this soup! *slurp*

Henry: Kjelle, I know you're a strong type who doesn't like to ask for
help... But you can, you know? If there's anything I can ever do, just name
it.

Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.

Henry: Yeah?

Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...

Henry: *Slurp* ...BLECH! You weren't kidding.

Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...

Henry: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like
food!

Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!
____________________________________________________________

Laurent^

17. Miriel C

Laurent: Ahh, I see. How very fascinating... This era is so fortunate to have
its texts still intact. It is a scholar's dream. And I shall need to read
more still if I hope to catch up with mother.

Miriel: .....

Laurent: Mother? What is that bottle you're carrying? ...Is that liquor?

Miriel: Indeed. "Breath of Dragons." A Feroxi spirit. Extremely potent.

Laurent: But it's not even midday. I would not have taken you for a heavy
drinker.

Miriel: This sample was not procured to imbibe. It was intended for this...

Laurent: F-fire?!

Miriel: Mmm, yes. Just as I'd heard. Potations of sufficient strength and
purity burn quickly. But why the blue flame? ...Fascinating. This demands
further inquiry.

Laurent: You never cease to amaze, Mother. You're nreaking new ground.
Uncovering new truths about the world! I'll never catch up by merely reading
about the discoveries of others. Please allow me to join you in your
observations.

Miriel: Certainly. Between us, we will lay the mechanisms of this phenomenon
bare.
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Miriel B

Miriel: Place copper within a flame, and the flame burns green... Truly a
fascinating spectacle no matter how many times I observe it.

Laurent: And proof that other substances beyond liquor can change a flame's
color.

Miriel: Precisely. Now, to return to the blue flames of our initial sample.
Provided it is of sufficient potency, any spirit will burn with the same hue.
Perhaps it is the inebriating power within the liquor that yields the azure
tone?

Laurent: Pardon, but an observation, Mother: A metal plate melts at different
rates when placed over blue and red flames. Is it possible the heat of the
flame bears some influence?

Miriel: Hmm... Yes, I see. A line of questioning I had not considered. It may
be the case, therefore, that liquor combusts at a lower temperature. This
merits further investigation.

Laurent: Heh heh...

Miriel: ...Is something amusing?

Laurent: You seem happy, is all. At present, I have yet to muster conclusive
evidence that I am your son... But working like this--- being able to assist
you-- makes me happy as well.

Miriel: True, no unassailable case has been made as to our relation. You may
not be my son. But you've more than proven you are my colleague in the
pursuit of truth.

Laurent: Even without a blood link, we still share a bond between us. That
may just be a greater reward than the truths we seek.

Miriel: Many a worthy truth was found in the course of pursuing entirely
different phenomena.
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Miriel A

Laurent: Mother, might I ask your opinion on a new creation?

Miriel: That? A round parcel, tightly bound... What is it?

Laurent: A derivative product of the new discoveries you made in colored
flames.
They made for such a striking sight, I was moved to explore possible
applications. I've packed substances that produce flames of green, blue, and
yellow inside. If detonated in midair, it should yield a dazzling display of
color.

Miriel: I cannot imagine such an experiment would elucidate any hidden
truths.

Laurent: I will admit that it lacks in practical uses...

Miriel: ...But it would surely illuminate the sky in a breathtaking manner.

Laurent: That was the intent, yes. On the next clear night, I thought we
might assemble the camp and give it a test.

Miriel: Just as critical as the quantity of knowledge one amasses is how one
employs it. Your imagination is something that I lack. I greatly envy such
dynamism. Laurent, will you permit me to assist you in this experiment?

Laurent: I would be honored, Mother!
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17. Frederick C

Laurent: This is yours, I presume, Father? I found it lying on the ground. Do
try to better secure your belongings in the future.

Frederick: Heh. You sound just like your mother, Laurent.

Laurent: Naturally. She IS my mother.

Frederick: Well, yes, but still... You two are so alike, I sometimes wonder
if you inherited anything from me.

Laurent: Don't be absurd, Father. Of course I did.

Frederick: Oh? Like what?

Laurent: Like... the color of my hair.

Frederick: Er, well, that's true, but it's not exactly what I was talking
about. Anything more substantive? An over-abundance of outdoor skills,
perhaps?

Laurent: Hmm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much
to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank.

Frederick: See, that's what I mean. You're always so serious and verbose...
You could stand to loosen up a bit. Maybe act a bit more your age.

Laurent: We're at war, Father. Acting like a child is hardly behavior to be
encouraged. Besides, I'm a grown man. Older than Lucina at this point, I
suspect.

Frederick: Wait, how could you be older than Lucina? She's already been born
here, but your mother and I still haven't had you.

Laurent: I... I fear I've no more time to chat today. Now, if you'll excuse
me.

Frederick: Laurent, wait! ...What was all that about?
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Frederick B

Frederick: Hello, Laurent.

Laurent: Father. How may I help you?

Frederick: I've been thinking about how you said you were older than
Lucina...
Can you explain that? I'm a bit confused.

Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among era is imprecise. There
are... variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two
years ago.
I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years.

Frederick: There's that much of a spread between where you landed? Er, when
you landed?

Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the
course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in
terms of physical age.

Frederick: So you've been in this era for five years all by yourself?

Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish
behaviors.
I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if you'll excuse
me...

Frederick: Laurent, wait! Why have you never mention any of this before? You
were cut off from everyone else for five whole years. You must've been...
lonely.

Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on
my own.

Frederick: Laurent...
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Frederick A

Frederick: Laurent.

Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before.

Frederick: Yes, you were. But today's different. Because today... Coochy
coochy coo!

Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?!

Frederick: Ah-hah! So you CAN smile!

Laurent: I beg your pardon?!

Frederick: You're always so bent on being the serious, proper grown-up. I
worry you put too much pressure on yourself.

Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child!

Frederick: Age has nothing to do with it. It doesn't matter if your older
than Lucina. Or heck, older than me! You're still a child. You're MY child.
..You're my son.

Laurent: Er, I...

Frederick: And you're not alone anymore, so stop isolating yourself. You've
got friends, and you've got me.

Laurent: ..... You're right. All that time, it was... I was so lonely. Year
after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet
up with the others but knowing how miniscule my chances were... I had no one
to help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was... awful. Many
nights, I thought I'd die alone. That pain would kill me, or...

Frederick: I'm so sorry I didn't find you earlier, Laurent. Please forgive
me. And know that I will never leave your side again...
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17. Virion C

Laurent: This is yours, I presume, Father? I found it lying on the ground. Do
try to better secure your belongings in the future.

Virion: Heh! You sound just like your mother, Laurent.

Laurent: Naturally. She IS my mother.

Virion: Well, yes, but still... You two are so alike, I sometimes wonder if
you inherited anything from me.

Laurent: Don't be absurd, Father. Of course I did.

Virion: Oh? Like what?

Laurent: Like... the color of my hair.

Virion: Er, well, that's true, but it's not exactly what I was talking about.
Anything more substantive? Perhaps you have a fondness for mirrors?

Laurent: Hmm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much
to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank.

Virion: See, this is what I mean. You're always so serious and verbose... You
could stand to loosen up a bit. Maybe act a bit more your age.

Laurent: We're at war, Father. Acting like a child is hardly behavior to be
encouraged. Besides, I'm a grown man. Older than Lucina at this point, I
suspect.

Virion: Wait, how could you be older than Lucina? She's already been born
here, but your mother and I still haven't had you.

Laurent: I... I fear I've no more time to chat today. Now, if you'll excuse
me.

Virion: Laurent, wait! ...The heck was that about?
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Virion B

Virion: Hello, Laurent.

Laurent: Father. How may I help you?

Virion: I've been thinking about how you said you were older than Lucina...
Can you perhaps explain? I don't quite understand.

Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among eras is imprecise. There
are... variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two
years ago. I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years.

Virion: There's that much of a spread between where you landed? Er, when you
landed?

Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the
course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in
terms of physical age.

Virion: So you've been in this era for five years all by yourself?

Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish
behaviors. I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if
you'll excuse me...

Virion: Laurent, wait! Why haven't you ever mentioned any of this before? You
were cut off from everyone else for five whole years. You must have been
so... lonely.

Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on
my own.

Virion: Laurent...
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Virion A

Virion: Laurent.

Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before.

Virion: Yes, you were. But today's different. Because today... Coochy coochy
coo!

Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?!

Virion: Ah-hah! So you CAN smile!

Laurent: I beg your pardon?!

Virion: You're always so bent on being such a serious, proper grown-up. I
worry that you put too much pressure on yourself.

Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child!

Virion: Age has nothing to do with it. It doesn't matter if you're older than
Lucina. Or even older than me! You're still a child. You're MY child.
..You're my son.

Laurent: Er, I...

Virion: And you're not alone anymore, so stop isolating yourself. You've got
friends, and you've got me.

Laurent: ......  You're right. All that time, it was... I was so lonely. Year
after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet
up with the others but knowing how miniscule my chances were... I had no one
to help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was... awful. Many
nights, I thought I'd die alone. That the pain would kill me, or...

Virion: I'm so sorry I didn't find you earlier, Laurent. Please forgive me.
Just know that I'll never leave your side again...
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17. Stahl C

Laurent: This is yours, I presume, Father? I found it lying on the ground. Do
try to better secure your belongings in the future.

Stahl: Ha! You sound just like your mother, Laurent.

Laurent: Naturally. She IS my mother.

Stahl: Well, yes, but still... You two are so alike, I sometimes wonder if
you inherited anything from me.

Laurent: Don't be absurd, Father. Of course I did.

Stahl: Oh? Like what?

Laurent: Like... the color of my hair.

Stahl: Er, well, that's true, but it's not exactly what I was talking about.
Anything more substantive? Maybe you prefer second and third breakfasts?

Laurent: Hmm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much
to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank.

Stahl: See, that's what I mean. You're always so serious and verbose... You
could stand to loosen up a bit. Maybe act a bit more your age.

Laurent: We're at war, Father. Acting like a child is hardly behavior to be
encouraged. Besides, I'm a grown man. Older than Lucina at this point, I
suspect.

Stahl: Wait, how could you be older than Lucina? She's already been born
here, but your mother and I still haven't had you.

Laurent: I... I fear I've no more time to chat today. Now, if you'll excuse
me.

Stahl: Laurent, wait! ...What was all that about?
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Stahl B

Stahl: Hello, Laurent.

Laurent: Father. How may I help you?

Stahl: I've been thinking about how you said you were older than Lucina...
Can you explain that? I'm a little lost.

Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among eras is imprecise. There
are... variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two
years ago.
I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years.

Stahl: There's that much of a spread between where you landed? Er, when you
landed?

Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the
course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in
terms of physical age.

Stahl: So you've been in this era for five years all by yourself?

Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish
behaviors. I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if
you'll excuse me...

Stahl: Laurent, wait! Why have you never mentioned any of this before? You
were cut off from everyone else for five whole years. You must have been
so... lonely.

Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on
my own.

Stahl: Laurent...
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Stahl A

Stahl: Laurent.

Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before.

Stahl: Yes, you were. But today is different. Because today... Coochy coochy
coo!

Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?!

Stahl: Ah-hah! So you CAN smile!

Laurent: I beg your pardon?!

Stahl: You're always so bent on being such a serious, proper grown-up. I
worry that you put too much pressure on yourself.

Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child!

Stahl: Age has nothing to do with it. It doesn't matter if you're older than
Lucina. Or heck, older than me! You're still a child. You're MY child.
..You're my son.

Laurent: Er, I...

Stahl: And you're not alone anymore, so stop isolating yourself. You've got
friends, and you've got me.

Laurent: ......  You're right. All that time, it was... I was so lonely. Year
after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet
up with the others but knowing how miniscule my chances were... I had no one
to help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was... awful. Many
nights, I thought I'd die alone. That the pain would kill me, or...

Stahl: I'm so sorry I didn't find you earlier, Laurent. Please forgive me.
And know that I will never leave your side again...
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17. Vaike C

Laurent: This is yours, I presume, Father? I found it lying on the ground. Do
try to better secure your belongings in the future.

Vaike: Ha! Ya sound just like your mother, Laurent.

Laurent: Naturally. She IS my mother.

Vaike: Well , yeah, but still... You two are so alike, I sometimes wonder if
ya inherited anything from me.

Laurent: Don't be absured, Father. Of course I did.

Vaike: Oh? Like what?

Laurent: Like... the color of my hair.

Vaike: Er, well, that's true, but that ain't exactly what I meant. Anything
more substantive? You ever forget things, and then forget you forgot 'em?

Laurent: Umm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much
to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank.

Vaike: See, that's what I mean. You're always so serious and uptight... Ya
could stand to loosen up a bit. Maybe act a bit more your age.

Laurent: We're at war, Father. Acting like a child is hardly behavior to be
encouraged. Besides, I'm a grown man. Older than Lucina at this point, I
suspect.

Vaike: Wait, how could ya be older than Lucina? She's already been born here,
but your mother and I still ain't had you.

Laurent: I... I fear I've no more time to chat today. Now, if you'll excuse
me.

Vaike: Laurent, wait! ...What the hey was that all about?
=====================================================
Vaike B

Vaike: Heya, Laurent.

Laurent: Father. How may I help you?

Vaike: I been thinking about how ya said ya were older than Lucina... Can ya
explain that? I'm a little lost.

Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among era is imprecise. There
are... variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two
years ago.
I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years.

Vaike: There's that much of a spread between where ya landed? Er, when ya
landed?

Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the
course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in
terms of physical age.

Vaike: So ya been in this era for five years all by yourself?

Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish
behaviors.
I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if you'll excuse
me...

Vaike: Laurent, wait! Why'd ya never mention any of this before? You were cut
off from everyone else for five whole years. Ya musta been so... lonely.

Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on
my own.

Vaike: Laurent...
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Vaike A

Vaike: Laurent.

Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before.

Vaike: Yeah, ya were. But today's different. Because today... Coochy coochy
coo!

Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?!

Vaike: Ah-hah! So ya CAN smile!

Laurent: I beg your pardon?!

Vaike: You're always so bent on being such a serious, proper grown-up. I
worry that ya put too much pressure on yourself.

Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child!

Vaike: Age ain't got nothin to do with it. It don't matter if you're older
than Lucina. Or heck, older than me! You're still a child. You're MY child.
..You're my son.

Laurent: Er, I...

Vaike: And ya ain't alone no more, so stop isolatin' yourself. Ya got
friends, and ya got Ol' Vaike.

Laurent: ...... You're right. All that time, it was... I was so lonely. Year
after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet
up with others but knowing how miniscule my chances were... I had no one to
help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was... awful. Many nights, I
thought I'd die alone. That the pain would kill me, or...

Vaike: I'm so sorry I didn't find ya earlier, Laurent. You forgive me, right?
Ya got my word, I'll never leave your side again.
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17. Kellam C

Laurent: This is yours, I presume, Father? I found it lying on the ground. Do
try to better secure your belongings in the future.

Kellam: Heh. You sound just like your mother, Laurent.

Laurent: Naturally. She IS my mother.

Kellam: Well, yes, but still... You two are so alike, I sometimes wonder if
you inherited anything from me.

Laurent: Don't be absurd, Father. Of course I did.

Kellam: Oh? Like what?

Laurent: Like... the color of my hair.

Kellam: Er, well, that's true, but it's not exactly what I was talking about.
Anything more substantive? Maybe people tend to ignore you a lot?

Laurent: Hmm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much
to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank.

Kellam: See, that's what I mean. You're always so serious and verbose... You
could stand to loosen up a bit. Maybe act a bit more your age.

Laurent: We're at war, Father. Acting like a child is hardly behavior to be
encouraged. Besides, I'm a grown man. Older than Lucina at this point, I
suspect.

Kellam: Wait, how could you be older than Lucina? She's already been born
here, but your mother and I still haven't had you.

Laurent: I... I fear I've no more time to chat today. Now, if you'll excuse
me.

Kellam: Laurent, wait! ...What was all that about?
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Kellam B

Kellam: Hello, Laurent.

Laurent: Father. How may I help you?

Kellam: I was thinking about how you said you were older than Lucina... Can
you explain that? I'm a little lost.

Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among eras is imprecise. There
are... variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two
years ago.
I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years.

Kellam: There's that much of a spread between where you landed? Er, when you
landed?

Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the
course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in
terms of physical age.

Kellam: So you've been in this era for five years all by yourself?

Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish
behaviors. I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if
you'll excuse me...

Kellam: Laurent, wait! Why have you never mentioned any of this before? You
were cut off from everyone else for five whole years. Weren't you... lonely?

Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on
my own.

Kellam: Laurent...
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Kellam A

Kellam: Laurent.

Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before.

Kellam: Yes, you were. But today is different. Because today... Coochy coochy
coo!

Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?!

Kellam: Ah-hah! So you CAN smile!

Laurent: I beg your pardon?!

Kellam: You're always so bent on being such a serious, proper grown-up. I
worry that you put too much pressure on yourself.

Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child!

Kellam: Age has nothing to do with it. It doesn't matter if you're older than
Lucina. Or heck, older than me! You're still a child. You're MY child.
..You're my son.

Laurent: Er, I...

Kellam: And you're not alone anymore, so stop isolating yourself. You've got
friends, and you've got me.

Laurent: ......  You're right. All that time, it was... I was so lonely. Year
after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet
up with the others but knowing how miniscule my chances were... I had no one
to help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was... awful. Many
nights, I thought I'd die alone. That the pain would kill me, or...

Kellam: I'm so sorry I didn't find you earlier, Laurent. Please forgive me.
And know that I will never leave your side again...
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17. Lon'qu C

Laurent: This is yours, I presume, Father? I found it lying on the ground. Do
try to better secure your belongings in the future.

Lon'qu: You sound like your mother.

Laurent: Naturally. She IS my mother.

Lon'qu: Well, yes, but still... You two are so alike, I sometimes wonder if
you inherited anything from me.

Laurent: Don't be absurd, Father. Of course I did.

Lon'qu: ...Like?

Laurent: Like... the color of my hair.

Lon'qu: Well, yes, but that's not what I meant. Anything more substative?
Maybe you have trouble with women as I do?

Laurent: Hmm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much
to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank.

Lon'qu: See, that's what I mean. You're always so serious and verbose... You
could stand to loosen up a bit. Maybe act a bit more your age.

Laurent: We're at war, Father. Acting like a child is hardly behaviour to be
encouraged. Besides, I'm a grown man. Older than Lucina at this point, I
suspect.

Lon'qu: Wait, how could you be older than Lucina? She's already been born
here, but your mother and I still haven't had you.

Laurent: I...I fear I've no more time to chat today. Now, if you'll excuse
me.

Lon'qu: ...What was all that about?
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Lon'qu B

Lon'qu: Hello, Laurent.

Laurent: Father. How may I help you?

Lon'qu: I was thinking about how you said you were older than Lucina... Care
to explain?

Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among eras is imprecise. There
are... variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two
years ago.
I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years.

Lon'qu: There's that much of a difference?

Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the
course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in
terms of physical age.

Lon'qu: So you've been in this era for five years all by yourself?

Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish
behaviors. I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if
you'll excuse me...

Lon'qu: Laurent, wait. Why have you never mentioned any of this before? You
were cut off from everyone else for five whole years. You must have been...
lonely.

Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on
my own.

Lon'qu: ......
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Lon'qu A

Lon'qu: Laurent.

Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before.

Lon'qu: You were. But today is different. Because today... Come here!

Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?!

Lon'qu: ...So you CAN smile!

Laurent: I beg your pardon?!

Lon'qu: You're always so bent on being such a serious, proper grown-up. I
worry that you put too much pressure on yourself.

Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child!

Lon'qu: Age has nothing to do with it. You're still a child. You're MY child.
..You're my son.

Laurent: Er, I...

Lon'qu: And you're not alone anymore, so stop isolating yourself. You've got
friends, and you've got me.

Laurent: ......  You're right. All that time, it was... I was so lonely. Year
after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet
up with the others but knowing how miniscule my chances were... I had no one
to help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was... awful. Many
nights, I thought I'd die alone. That the pain would kill me, or...

Lon'qu: ...I'm sorry I didn't find you earlier, Laurent. Rest assured, I will
never leave your side again...
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17. Donnel C

Laurent: This is yours, I presume, Father? I found it lying on the ground. Do
try to better secure your belongings in the future.

Donnel: Heh! You sound just like yer ma, Laurent!

Laurent: Naturally.She IS my mother.

Donnel: Well, sure, but still... You two're so alike, I sometimes wonder if
ya inherited anythin' from me!

Laurent: Don't be absurd, Father. Of course I did.

Donnel: Like what?

Laurent: Like... the color of my hair.

Donnel: Er, well that's true, but I reckon that ain't quite what I had in
mind. Anythin' more meanin'ful? Maybe ya like to put pots on yer head and the
like?

Laurent: Hmm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much
to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank.

Donnel: See, that's what I mean. Yer always so serious and uptight. You could
stand to loosen up a bit, maybe act a bit more yer age.

Laurent: We're at war, Father. Acting like a child is hardly behavior to be
encouraged.Besides, I'm a grown man. Older than Lucina at this point, I
suspect.

Donnel: Wait, how could ya be older'n Lucina? She's already been born here,
but yer ma and I still ain't birthed you.

Laurent: I... I fear I've no more time to chat today. Now, if you'll excuse
me.

Donnel: Laurent, wait! ...Now what in tarnation was all that about?
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Donnel B

Donnel: Heya, Laurent.

Laurent: Father. How may I help you?

Donnel: I been thinkin' 'bout how ya said you were older'n Lucina. Can you
try explainin' that? I'm a mite bit lost.

Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among eras is imprecise. There
are... variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two
years ago. I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years.

Donnel: Hoo-ee!There's that much of a spread between when you two landed?

Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the
course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in
terms of physical age.

Donnel: So ya been 'round these parts for five years all by yourself...?

Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish
behaviors. I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if
you'll excuse me...

Donnel: Laurent, wait! Why haven't ya ever mentioned any of this 'fore? You
were cut off from everyone else for five years. Musta been lonely somethin'
fierce...

Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on
my own.

Donnel: Laurent...
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Donnel A

Donnel: Laurent.

Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before.

Donnel: Oh, ya were. But today's different. 'Cause today... Coochy coochy
coo!

Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?!

Donnel: Shuck my corn! Ya CAN smile!

Laurent: I beg your pardon?!

Donnel: Yer always so bent on bein' the serious, grown-up type. I worry ya
put too much pressure on yerself.

Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child!

Donnel: Age ain't got nothin' to do with it. It don't matter if yer older'n
Lucina. Or heck, older'n me! Yer still a child. Yer MY child. ...My son.

Laurent: Er, I...

Donnel: And ya ain't alone no more. So stop isolatin' yerself already. Ya got
friends, and ya got me.

Laurent: ......You're right. All that time, it was... I was so lonely. Year
after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet
up with the others but knowing how miniscule my chances were... I had no one
to help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was... awful. Many
nights, I thought I'd die alone. That pain would kill me, or...

Donnel: I'm awful sorry I didn't find ya earlier, Laurent. Please forgive me.
Just know that I ain't never gonna leave ya again! Cross m'heart and hope to
spit!
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17. Ricken C

Laurent: This is yours, I presume, Father? I found it lying on the ground. Do
try to better secure your belongings in the future.

Ricken: Ha! You sound just like your mother, Laurent.

Laurent: Naturally. She IS my mother.

Ricken: Well, yes, but still... You two are so alike, I sometimes wonder if
you inherited anything from me.

Laurent: Don't be absurd, Father. Of course I did.

Ricken: Oh? Like what?

Laurent: Like... the color of my hair.

Ricken: Er, well, that's true, but it's not exactly what I was talking about.
Anything more substantive? Maybe your hat blows off a lot like mine?

Laurent: Hmm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much
to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank.

Ricken: See, that's what I mean. You're always so serious and wordy... You
could stand to loosen up a bit. Maybe act a bit more your age.

Laurent: We're at war, Father. Acting like a child is hardly behavior to be
encouraged. Besides, I'm a grown man. Older than Lucina at this point, I
suspect.

Ricken: Wait, how could you be older than Lucina? She's already been born
here, but your mother and I still haven't had you.

Laurent: I... I fear I've no more time to chat today. Now, if you'll excuse
me.

Ricken: Laurent, wait! ...What was all that about?
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Ricken B

Ricken: Hello, Laurent.

Laurent: Father. How may I help you?

Ricken: I've been thinking about how you said you were older than Lucina...
Can you explain that? I'm a little lost.

Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among eras is imprecise. There
are... variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two
years ago. I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years.

Ricken: There's that much of a spread between where you landed? Er, when you
landed?

Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the
course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in
terms of physical age.

Ricken: So you've been in this era for five years all by yourself?

Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish
behaviors. I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if
you'll excuse me...

Ricken: Laurent, wait! Why have you never mentioned any of this before? You
were cut off from everyone else for five whole years. You must have been
so... lonely.

Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on
my own.

Ricken: Laurent...
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Ricken A

Ricken: Laurent.

Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before.

Ricken: Yes, you were. But today is different. Because today... Coochy coochy
coo!

Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?!

Ricken: Ah-hah! So you CAN smile!

Laurent: I beg your pardon?!

Ricken: You're always so bent on being such a serious, proper grown-up. I
worry that you put too much pressure on yourself.

Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child!

Ricken: Age has nothing to do with it. It doesn't matter if you're older than
Lucina. Or heck, older than me! You're still a child. You're MY child.
..You're my son.

Laurent: Er, I...

Ricken: And you're not alone anymore, so stop isolating yourself. You've got
friends, and you've got me.

Laurent: ...... You're right. All that time, it was... I was so lonely. Year
after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet
up with the others but knowing how miniscule my chances were... I had no one
to help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was... awful. Many
nights, I thought I'd die alone. That the pain would kill me, or...

Ricken: I'm so sorry I didn't find you earlier, Laurent. Please forgive me.
And know that I will never leave your side again...
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17. Gaius C

Laurent: This is yours, I presume, Father? I found it lying on the ground. Do
try to better secure your belongings in the future.

Gaius: Heh! You sound just like your mother, Laurent.

Laurent: Naturally. She IS my mother.

Gaius: Well, yeah, but still... You two are so alike, I sometimes wonder if
you inherited anything from me.

Laurent: Don't be absurd, Father. Of course I did.

Gaius: Oh? Like what?

Laurent: Like... the color of my hair.

Gaius: Er, well, yeah, but it's not exactly what I was talking about.
Anything more substantive? An undying affinity for sweets, perhaps?

Laurent: Hmm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much
to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank.

Gaius: See, that's what I mean. You're always so serious and uptight... You
could stand to loosen up a bit. Maybe act a bit more your age.

Laurent: We're at war, Father. Acting like a child is hardly behavior to be
encouraged. Besides, I'm a grown man. Older than Lucina at this point, I
suspect.

Gaius: Wait, how could you be older than Lucina? She's already been born
here, but your mother and I still haven't had you.

Laurent: I... I fear I've no more time to chat today. Now, if you'll excuse
me.

Gaius: Laurent, wait! ...The heck was that about?
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Gaius B

Gaius: Hello, Laurent.

Laurent: Father. How may I help you?

Gaius: I've been thinking about how you said you were older than Lucina...
Can you explain that? I'm a little lost.

Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among eras is imprecise. There
are... variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two
years ago.
I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years.

Gaius: There's that much of a spread between where you landed? Er, when you
landed?

Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the
course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in
terms of physical age.

Gaius: You've been in this era for five years all by yourself?

Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish
behaviors. I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if
you'll excuse me...

Gaius: Laurent, wait! Why haven't you ever mentioned any of this before? Cut
off from everyone else for five whole years. You must've been... lonely.

Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on
my own.

Gaius: Laurent...
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Gaius A

Gaius: Laurent.

Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before.

Gaius: Yes, you were. But today's different. Because today... Coochy coochy
coo!

Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?!

Gaius: Ah-hah! So you CAN smile!

Laurent: I beg your pardon?!

Gaius: You're always so bent on being such a serious, proper grown-up. I
worry that you put too much pressure on yourself.

Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child!

Gaius: Age has nothing to do with it. It doesn't matter if you're older than
Lucina. Or heck, older than me! You're still a child. You're MY child.
..You're my son.

Laurent: Er, I...

Gaius: And you're not alone anymore, so stop isolating yourself. You've got
friends, and you've got me.

Laurent: ......  You're right. All that time, it was... I was so lonely. Year
after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet
up with the others but knowing how miniscule my chances were... I had no one
to help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was... awful. Many
nights, I thought I'd die alone. That the pain would kill me, or...

Gaius: I'm so sorry I didn't find you earlier, Laurent. Please forgive me.
And know that I'll never leave your side again...
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17. Gregor C

Laurent: This is yours, I presume, Father? I found it lying on the ground. Do
try better to secure your belongings in the future.

Gregor: Bwa ha ha! Laurent, you sound just like mother.

Laurent: Naturally. She IS my mother.

Gregor: Gregor understand this, but still... You two are peas in pod, yes?
Gregor often wonder if you inherit anything from him.

Laurent: Don't be absurd, Father. Of course I did.

Gregor: Oh? For the example?

Laurent: Like... the color of my hair.

Gregor: Er, perhaps, yes, but not exactly what Gregor was talking about.
Anything more sizable? Do you enjoy bear wrestling and the clinking of coin?

Laurent: Hmm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much
to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank.

Gregor: Oy, see what Gregor mean? Always with the serious... You should try
loosen up a little. Maybe act more like your age.

Laurent: We're at war, Father. Acting like a child is hardly behavior to be
encouraged. Besides, I'm a grown man. Older than Lucina at this point, I
suspect.

Gregor: Eh? Older than Lucina? How is this possible? Lucina already born
here, but mother and Gregor still not give birth to you.

Laurent: I... I fear I've no more time to chat today. Now, if you'll excuse
me.

Gregor: Laurent, wait! Gregor still have many questions!
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Gregor B

Gregor: Hello, Laurent.

Laurent: Father. How may I help you?

Gregor: Gregor has been thinking about how you are older than Lucina... He...
does not understand. Very confusing, yes?

Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among eras is imprecise. There
are... variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two
years ago. I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years.

Gregor: Oy! That much difference between when you and Lucina arrive?

Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the
course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in
terms of physical age.

Gregor: You have been living in this era five years, all by lonesome...?

Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish
behaviors.
I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if you'll excuse
me...

Gregor: Laurent, wait! Why did you not make with the telling of this sad tale
before? Being cut off for five years is long time. Must have been very
lonely...

Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on
my own.

Gregor: Laurent...
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Gregor A

Gregor: Laurent.

Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before.

Gregor: You were, But today is different. Because today... Coochy coochy coo!

Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?!

Gregor: Ah-hah! So you CAN smile!

Laurent: I beg your pardon?!

Gregor: Laurent always so bent on being serious, proper grown-up. Gregor
worry you put too much pressure on self.

Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child!

Gregor: Age is not issue here, my boy. Makes no difference if you are older
than Lucina or even older than Gregor! You are still child. Gregor's child.
..Gregor's son.

Laurent: Er, I...

Gregor: And you are not alone anymore, so no more isolating yourself. You
have friends and you have Gregor. Honestly, what else does man need?

Laurent: ...... You're right. All that time, it was... I was so lonely. Year
after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet
up with the others but knowing how miniscule my chances were... I had no one
to help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was... awful. Many
nights, I thought I'd die alone. That the pain would kill me, or...

Gregor: Laurent... Gregor feels much shame that he was not able to find you
earlier. But know this: Gregor will never leave your side again.
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17. Libra C

Laurent: This is yours, I presume, Father? I found it lying on the ground. Do
try to better secure your belongings in the future.

Libra: Ha! You sound just like your mother, Laurent.

Laurent: Naturally. She IS my mother.

Libra: Well, yes, but still... You two are so alike, I sometimes wonder if
you inherited anything from me.

Laurent: Don't be absurd, Father. Of course I did.

Libra: Oh? Like what?

Laurent: Like... the color of my hair.

Libra: Ah, well, that's true, but it's not exactly what I was talking about.
Anything more substantive? Perhaps you enjoy visiting old chapels?

Laurent: Hmm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much
to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank.

Libra: See, that's what I mean. You're always so serious and verbose... You
could stand to loosen up a bit. Maybe act a bit more your age.

Laurent: We're at war, Father. Acting like a child is hardly behavior to be
encouraged. Besides, I'm a grown man. Older than Lucina at this point, I
suspect.

Libra: Wait, how could you be older than Lucina? She's already been born
here, but your mother and I still haven't had you.

Laurent: I... I fear I've no more time to chat today. Now, if you'll excuse
me.

Libra: Laurent, wait! ...What was all that about?
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Libra B

Libra: Hello, Laurent.

Laurent: Father. How may I help you?

Libra: I was thinking about how you said you were older than Lucina... Can
you explain that? I'm a little lost.

Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among eras is imprecise. There
are... variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two
years ago. I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years.

Libra: There's that much of a spread between where you landed? Er, when you
landed?

Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the
course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in
terms of physical age.

Libra: So you've been in this era for five years all by yourself?

Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish
behaviors. I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if
you'll excuse me...

Libra: Laurent, wait! Why have you never mentioned any of this before? You
were cut off from everyone else for five whole years. You must have been
so...lonely.

Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on
my own.

Libra: Laurent...
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Libra A

Libra: Laurent.

Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before.

Libra: Yes, you were. But today is different. Because today... Coochy coochy
coo!

Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?!

Libra: Hah! So you CAN smile!

Laurent: I beg your pardon?!

Libra: You're always so bent on being such a serious, proper grown-up. I
worry that you put too much pressure on yourself.

Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child!

Libra: Age has nothing to do with it. It doesn't matter if you're older than
Lucina. Or heck, older than me! You're still a child. You're MY child.
..You're my son.

Laurent: Er, I...

Libra: And you're not alone anymore, so stop isolating yourself. You've got
friends, and you've got me.

Laurent: ...... You're right. All that time, it was... I was so lonely. Year
after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet
up with the others but knowing how miniscule my chances were... I had no one
to help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was... awful. Many
nights, I thought I'd die alone. That the pain would kill me, or...

Libra: I'm so sorry I didn't find you earlier, Laurent. Gods forgive me. But
know that I will never leave your side again.
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17. Henry C

Laurent: This is yours, I presume, Father? I found it lying on the ground.
Do try to better secure your belongings in the future.

Henry: Nya ha! You sound just like your mother, Laurent.

Laurent: Naturally. She IS my mother.

Henry: Well, yeah, but still... You two are so alike, I sometimes wonder if
you inherited anything from me!

Laurent: Don't be absurd, Father. Of course I did.

Henry: Oh yeah? Like what?

Laurent: Like... the color of my hair.

Henry: Well, yeah, but that's not exactly what I was talking about. Anything </pre><pre id="faqspan-30">
more substantive? Maybe you have a gift for cursing folks?

Laurent: Hmm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much
to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank.

Henry: See, that's what I mean. You're always so serious and... wordy. You
should try loosening up a bit. Maybe act a little more your age.

Laurent: We're at war, Father. Acting like a child is hardly behavior to be
encouraged. Besides, I'm a grown man. Older than Lucina at this point, I
suspect.

Henry: Wait, how could you be older than Lucina? She's already been born
here, but your mother and I haven't had you.

Laurent: I... I fear I've no more time to chat today. Now if you'll excuse
me.

Henry: Laurent, wait! ...What was that all about?
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Henry B

Henry: Hey-o, Laurent!

Laurent: Father. How may I help you?

Henry: I've been thinking about how you said you were older than Lucina...
That makes no sense to me. Care to explain?

Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among era is imprecise. There
are... variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two
years ago.
I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years.

Henry: Ack, there's that much of a spread between where you landed? Er, when
you landed?

Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the
course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in
terms of physical age.

Henry: Yikes. So you've been in this era for five years all by yourself?

Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish
behaviors.
I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if you'll excuse
me...

Henry: Laurent, wait! Why didn't you ever mention any of this before? Cut off
from everyone else for five whole years... You must've been lonely!

Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on
my own.

Henry: Laurent...
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Henry A

Henry: Laurent.

Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before.

Henry: Yep, you were. But today's different. Because today... Coochy coochy
coo!

Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?!

Henry: Ah-hah! So you CAN smile!

Laurent: I beg your pardon?!

Henry: You're always so bent on being such a serious, proper adult. I worry
that you put too much pressure on yourself.

Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child!

Henry: Age has nothing to do with it. It doesn't matter if you're older than
Lucina. Or even older than me! You're still a child. You're MY child.
..You're my son.

Laurent: Er, I...

Henry: And you're not alone anymore, so stop isolating yourself. You've got
friends, and you've got me.

Laurent: ...... You're right. All that time, it was... I was so lonely. Year
after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet
up with the others but knowing how miniscule my chances were... I had no one
to help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was... awful. Many
nights, I thought I'd die alone. That the pain would kill me, or...

Henry: Aw, I'm sorry I didn't find you earlier, Laurent. You forgive me,
right?
The important thing is, I'm here now, and I'm never gonna leave again!
____________________________________________________________

Cynthia^

18. Sumia C

Sumia: We're mother and daughter, and yet we're almost the same age... Kind
of a weird feeling, huh? Still, I'm sure we can be friends!

Cynthia: Friends? But that won't do at all! You're still my superior. In
battle, you musn't hesitate to issue me orders just like any other soldier.

Sumia: But you're NOT just like any other soldier, are you? No, we shall be
friends, and you'll speak to me as an equal.

Cynthia: Truly? You won't think me too forward? You won't be insulted?

Sumia: Of course not.

Cynthia: That's a relief! See, I told myself, if there's one person I musn't
annoy, it's Mother!

Sumia: ...Am I really so intimidating?

Cynthia: Well, in my time, you're a true legend. The most famed pegasus
knight of all! There are so many stories of your heroic and terrible deeds.
Like when you smashed through the enemy lines to rescue a stricken Chrom?

Sumia: Er... did I do that?

Cynthia: Or the time you argued with Chrom and slapped him in the face!

Sumia: Gods above, I sound like a madwoman...

Cynthia: Or the time you went into a blood frenzy and downed friend and foe
alike!

Sumia: I downed FRIENDS?! That's not heroic at all!

Cynthia: The point is, I was raised on such stories, and they gave me
strength and inspiration.

Sumia: ...I guess I'm going to need to be more selective about which
historians I talk to.
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Sumia B

Cynthia: Did you see me, Mother? Did you see how I handled that lance?

Sumia: Oh, of course I did. I was very impressed.

Cynthia: Gosh, what an honor- the seal of approval from the Great Sumia
herself! Does this mean you'd be willing to help me join the pegasus knights?

Sumia: Is that what you want, Cynthia?

Cynthia: Yes! In my future, see, the knights had long since disappeared into
legend. But I always dreamed of joining them! Swooping through the broad blue
skies... Skewering foes with a bloody lance... Cynthia, hero of the pegasus
knights!

Sumia: Well, I'm not responsible for recruiting, as you well know. However,
if Phila were here, I'm quite sure she'd turn you down.

Cynthia: Wait, WHAT?! But why?! You just said I was really good with the
lance!

Sumia: Lance skills alone are not what makes the pegasus knights so
formidable.

Cynthia: You mean I have to be good with a sword, too? Ooh, or maybe magic?

Sumia: If you wish to know the answer, bathe in the waters of the spring.

Cynthia: But the spring is... really, really cold. Couldn't we just do flower
fortunes?

Sumia: No. Now do as I say and go to the spring. You'll find your answer
there. You'll have to think long and hard, though. It won't come easy.
(Sumia leaves)

Cynthia: Why won't she just tell me instead of making me take a freezing-cold
bath? *Sigh* Well, if it's not a lance or a sword or magic spells, then...
Ah, wait! The axe! Maybe it's all about the axe! ...No, that can't be it.
Man, this is a real puzzle...
=====================================================
Sumia A

Sumia: Well, Cynthia? Have you found your answer yet?

Cynthia: Yep. After you posed the question, I thought and thought and
thought... But I couldn't think of anything, so I did what you said and
bathed in the spring. That's when I noticed my poor pegasus was as dirty as a
farm hog! I've been so busy making MYSELF look grand, I neglected my faithful
mount!

Sumia: Ah, good. You understand at last. A knight's pegasus isn't some beast
of burden or a farmer's mule. She is a partner and ally, and must be cared
for as much as a knight cares for herself. ...A lesson which I can see you've
learned. Your mount is looking radiant today.

Cynthia: Oh, yes! I've starting washing and brushing her every day now. I
want her to look as fine and proud as your pegasus, Mom!

Sumia: Hee hee! Now that will be a challenge. Don't get your hopes up! ...By
the by, Cynthia. I had something I wanted to ask.

Cynthia: Yes? What is it?

Sumia: Our two pegasi seem so similar, don't you think? So similar, in fact,
that I'm wondering...

Cynthia: Yep! My pegasus is the very same one that you used to ride. When my
mother was killed back in my time, her pegasus made its way back to me.

Sumia: I see...

Cynthia: She told me what Mother said just before she died... "Please, return
to Cynthia. Look after her and protect her." She- well, you- sent your
pegasus to me so I'd have something to remember you by. All of which makes me
feel TOTALLY worse for not taking better care of her! She's been my stalwart
friend and ally ever since, but I don't even deserve her!

Sumia: Now, now, Cynthia. That's not true. You made a mistake, but you
recognize that now. You have lots of time to make it up to her and strengthen
the bonds of trust. After all, you're not the only one who ever neglected her
pegasus...

Cynthia: Y-you used to forget to wash her, too?

Sumia: Wash her? Heavens, there were times I forget to FEED her! Once I even
tried to pluck out some wing feathers to make myself a fancy hat.

Cynthia: Good grief!

Sumia: My point is, you still deserve to be her friend, even if you forget to
wash her. She loves you far too much to desert you just for that. I've seen
how happy she looks, swooping across the sky with you on her back.

Cynthia: Truly? I'm so relieved to hear it... Oh, Mother, I can't thank you
enough. You've taught me so many things that I didn't have a chance to ask
about before. You really are everything the legends say! ...Well, maybe a bit
more clumsy, but...
=====================================================
18. Chrom C

Cynthia: Now then, let's see what the flowers say. Option one, option two,
option three...

Chrom: Cynthia? Why are you plucking the petals off that poor dandelion?

Cynthia: Oh, hello, Father! You're just the person I wanted to see! I'm using
flower fortunes to choose an entrance flourish for the next battle! Buuuut
I'm still having problems deciding, so I need to know what you think.

Chrom: Er, I don't know anything about flower fortunes OR "entrance
flourishes."

Cynthia: Well then, let me must lay them out, and you can decide what sounds
best. The first option is to ignite a huge plume of purple smoke and come
racing out of it!

Chrom: ...Oh.

Cynthia: Option two is to step onto the field amidst a shower of fluttering
violet petals..

Chrom: ...Ooo-kay.

Cynthia: Option three is to suddenly burst out of a farmhouse in the middle
of the battlefield!

Chrom: ......

Cynthia: So, what do you think, Father? Which would you prefer?

Chrom: Um... Well, I suppose if I had to choose... Maybe the falling-petals
one?

Cynthia: Wait, truly? Well, THAT'S a surprise! I didn't think it was your
style at all. But if that's what you want, I'll start collecting petals!

Chrom: Cynthia, this entrance you're planning... It isn't for me, is it?

Cynthia: Of course it is, silly! Why else would I ask your opinion? Hee! I'm
surprised you chose the flowers, but I'm glad you did. It's my favorite!

Chrom: N-no, wait! Just a moment! *Sigh* ...What have I gotten myself into?
=====================================================
Chrom B

Cynthia: I am SO sorry, Father.

Chrom: I should hope you are! You nearly buried me alive under all those
blasted petals!

Cynthia: I know. I asked Mother to help out, and we ended up collecting
thousands!

Chrom: You roped Sumia into helping you with this ridiculous project?

Cynthia: Of course! We wanted to do something special for our dear father and
husband! But you DID look really dashing and heroic out there in the field!
..At least, you would have, if anyone could have seen ou in that blizzard of
petals.

Chrom: Well, in any case, there are to be no more entrance flourishes.
Understood?

Cynthia: Aww, but I had SO many more wonderful ideas! ...Can I at least pick
a special catchphrase for you to shout at the start of battle?

Chrom: Cynthia! War is a serious business. We're not playing games out there.

Cynthia: ...I-I know. I'm so sorry. I just want to make you happy and give us
something fun to talk about and... Oh, pegasus poop! I just don't know what
to do! I mean, what ARE fathers and daughters supposed to do together?

Chrom: Gods, Cynthia, don't be silly. You don't have to make such an effort
to think of fun things for us to share. Just spending time with you is enough
for me.

Cynthia: Truly? Just... being together is enough?

Chrom: Of course.

Cynthia: Oh, Father! You're SUCH a great guy! It's no wonder Mother fell in
love with you! Even if you're just being polite, you're doing it because you
like me! You're the BEST!

Chrom: Unnngh... Cynthia... D-don't hug... so tight... Can't b-breathe... C-
crushing... ribs...
=====================================================
Chrom A

Cynthia: Father! Will you brush my hair? Pleeease?

Chrom: Er, I'm sorry, Cynthia, but I'm a little busy at the moment... You
haven't left my side lately... Are you sure you don't have other things to
do?

Cynthia: Well, you said spending time with me was fun! Riiight? Hey, why
don't you come to town with me? We'll spend the whole day together!

Chrom: Er... now?

Cynthia: Yes, now! We'll walk the streets and visit the market and hold hands
the whole time! Then we can find a tasty cake shop and when evening falls we
can go caroling and-

Chrom: All right, Cynthia, that's enough now. Look, I know we're family, but
even family needs time apart sometimes.

Cynthia: -and eat pie, and it'll totally be the best day ever!

Chrom: Are you even listening to me?

Cynthia: You... will remember me, won't you Father? Even once the Cynthia of
this world is born?

Chrom: ......

Cynthia: You see, I DO understand how this time-travel stuff works. I know
you're not my real father. That man exists in another history. So as soon as
the me from this time is born, I promise to leave you alone. It's just
that...until that happens, I want us to spend as much time together as we
can. Then, when you have a proper family, at least we'll still have our
memories.

Chrom: I... I didn't realize...

Cynthia: Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm ever so grateful for this time. You've
shown me what it's like to have a father, and you've been so nice to me. But
I know that, in the end, your love is meant for another me.

Chrom: *Sniff*

Cynthia: Father, are you... crying? Oh, silly! I didn't mean to make you
sad... It's nothing to be sad about! Besides, we can't very well have my hero
all teary eyed, can we?! I don't want to remember you like this. I want to
remember you how you really were. Strong, and kind, and brave... My father,
my hero... and my friend.
=====================================================
18. Frederick C

Cynthia: Now then, let's see what the flowers say. Option one, option two,
option three...

Frederick: Cynthia? Why are you plucking the petals off that poor dandelion?

Cynthia: Oh, hello, Father! You're just the person I wanted to see! I'm using
flower fortunes to choose an entrance flourish for the next battle! Buuuut
I'm still having problems deciding, so I need to know what you think.

Frederick: Dear, I don't know anything about flower fortunes OR "entrance
flourishes."

Cynthia: Well then, let me must lay them out, and you can decide what sounds
best. The first option is to ignite a huge plume of purple smoke and come
racing out of it!

Frederick: ...Oh.

Cynthia: Option two is to step onto the field amidst a shower of fluttering
violet petals..

Frederick: I... see.

Cynthia: Option three is to suddenly burst out of a farmhouse in the middle
of the battlefield!

Frederick: ......

Cynthia: So, what do you think, Father? Which would you prefer?

Frederick: Well, I suppose if I had to choose... Maybe the falling-petals
one?

Cynthia: Wait, truly? Well, THAT'S a surprise! I didn't think it was your
style at all. But if that's what you want, I'll start collecting petals!

Frederick: Cynthia, this entrance you're planning... It isn't for me, is it?

Cynthia: Of course it is, silly! Why else would I ask your opinion? Hee! I'm
surprised you chose the flowers, but I'm glad you did. It's my favorite!

Frederick: N-no, wait! Just a moment! *Sigh* ...What have I gotten myself
into?
=====================================================
Frederick B

Cynthia: I am SO sorry, Father.

Frederick: I should hope you are! You nearly buried me alive under all those
blasted petals!

Cynthia: I know. I asked Mother to help out, and we ended up collecting
thousands!

Frederick: You roped Sumia into helping you with this ridiculous project?

Cynthia: Of course! We wanted to do something special for our dear father and
husband! But you DID look really dashing and heroic out there in the field!
..At least, you would have, if anyone could have seen ou in that blizzard of
petals.

Frederick: Well, in any case, there are to be no more entrance flourishes.
Understood?

Cynthia: Aww, but I had SO many more wonderful ideas! ...Can I at least pick
a special catchphrase for you to shout at the start of battle?

Frederick: Cynthia! War is a serious business. We're not playing games out
there.

Cynthia: ...I-I know. I'm so sorry. I just want to make you happy and give us
something fun to talk about and... Oh, pegasus poop! I just don't know what
to do! I mean, what ARE fathers and daughters supposed to do together?

Frederick: Cynthia, don't be silly. You don't have to make such an effort to
think of fun things for us to share. Just spending time with you is enough
for me.

Cynthia: Truly? Just... being together is enough?

Frederick: Of course.

Cynthia: Oh, Father! You're SUCH a great guy! It's no wonder Mother fell in
love with you! Even if you're just being polite, you're doing it because you
like me! You're the BEST!

Frederick: Unnngh... Cynthia... D-don't hug...so tight... Can't b-breathe...
C-crushing... ribs...
=====================================================
Frederick A

Cynthia: Father! Will you brush my hair? Pleeease?

Frederick: Er, I'm sorry, Cynthia, but I'm a little busy at the moment... You
haven't left my side lately... Are you sure you don't have other things to
do?

Cynthia: Well, you said spending time with me was fun! Riiight? Hey, why
don't you come to town with me? We'll spend the whole day together!

Frederick: Er... now?

Cynthia: Yes, now! We'll walk the streets and visit the market and hold hands
the whole time! Then we can find a tasty cake shop and when evening falls we
can go caroling and-

Frederick: All right, Cynthia, that's enough now. Look, I know we're family,
but even family needs time apart sometimes.

Cynthia: -and eat pie, and it'll totally be the best day ever!

Frederick: Are you even listening to me?

Cynthia: You... will remember me, won't you Father? Even once the Cynthia of
this world is born?

Frederick: ......

Cynthia: You see, I DO understand how this time-travel stuff works. I know
you're not my real father. That man exists in another history. So as soon as
the me from this time is born, I promise to leave you alone. It's just
that...until that happens, I want us to spend as much time together as we
can. Then, when you have a proper family, at least we'll still have our
memories.

Frederick: I... I didn't realize...

Cynthia: Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm ever so grateful for this time. You've
shown me what it's like to have a father, and you've been so nice to me. But
I know that, in the end, your love is meant for another me.

Frederick: *Sniff*

Cynthia: Father, are you... crying? Oh, silly! I didn't mean to make you
sad... It's nothing to be sad about! Besides, we can't very well have my hero
all teary eyed, can we?! I don't want to remember you like this. I want to
remember you how you really were. Strong, and kind, and brave... My father,
my hero... and my friend.
=====================================================
18. Gaius C

Cynthia: Now then, let's see what the flowers say, Option one, option two,
option three...

Gaius: Cynthia? Why are you plucking the petals off that poor dandelion?

Cynthia: Oh, hello, Father! You're just the person I wanted to see! I'm using
flower fortunes to choose an entrance flourish for the next battle! Buuuut
I'm still having problems deciding, so I need to know what you think.

Gaius: Er, I don't know anything about flower fortunes OR "entrance
flourishes."

Cynthia: Well then, let me lay them out, and you can decide what sounds best.
The first option is to ignite a huge plume of purple smoke and come racing
out of it!

Gaius: ...Oh.

Cynthia: Option 2 is to step onto the field amidst a shower of fluttering
violet petals...

Gaius: ...Ooo-kay.

Cynthia: Option three is to suddenly burst out of a farmhouse in the middle
of the battlefield!

Gaius: ......

Cynthia: So, what do you think, Father? Which would you prefer?

Gaius: Um... Well, if I had to choose... Maybe the falling-petals one?

Cynthia: Wait, truly? Well, THAT'S a surprise! I didn't think it was your
style at all. But if that's what you want, I'll start collecting petals!

Gaius: Cynthia, this entrance you're planning... It isn't for me, is it?

Cynthia: Of course it is, silly! Why else would I ask your opinion? Hee! I'm
surprised you chose the flowers, but I'm glad you did. It's my favorite!

Gaius: N-no, wait! Just a moment! *Sigh* ...What have I gotten myself into?
=====================================================
Gaius B

Cynthia: I am SO sorry, Father.

Gaius: I should hope you are! You nearly buried me alive under all thos
balsted petals!

Cynthia: I know. I asked Mother to help out, and we ended up collecting
thousands!

Gaius: You roped Sumia into helping you with this ridiculous project?

Cynthia: Of course! We wanted to do something special for our dear father and
husband! But you DID look really dashing and heroic out there in the field!
..At least, you would have, if anyone could have seen you in that blizzard
of petals.

Gaius: In any case, there are to be no more entrance flourishes. Understood?

Cynthia: Aww, but I had SO many more wonderful ideas! ...Can I at least pick
a special catchphrase for you to shout at the start of battle?

Gaius: Cynthia! War is a serious buisness. We're not playing games out there.

Cynthia: ...I-I know. I'm sorry. I just want to make you happy and give us
something fun to talk about and... Oh, pegasus poop! I just don't know what
to do! I mean, what ARE fathers and daughters supposed to do together?

Gaius: Gods, Cynthia, don't be silly. You don't have to make such an effort
to think of fun things for us to share. Just spending time with you is enough
for me.

Cynthia: Truly? Just... being together is enough?

Gaius: Of course.

Cynthia: Oh, Father! You're SUCH a great guy! It's no wonder Mother fell in
love with you! Even if you're just being polite, you're doing it because you
like me! You're the BEST!

Gaius: Unnngh... Cynthia... D-don't hug... so tight... Can't b-breathe... C-
crushing... ribs...
=====================================================
Gaius A

Cynthia: Father! Will you brush my hair? Pleeease?

Gaius: Er, I'm sorry, Cynthia, but I'm a little busy at the moment... You
haven't left my side lately... Are you sure you don't have other things to
do?

Cynthia: Well, you said that spending time with me was fun! Riiight? Hey, why
don't you come to town with me? We'll spend the whole day together!

Gaius: Uh... now?

Cynthia: Yes, now! We'll walk the streets and visit the market and hold hands
the whole time! Then we can find a tasty cake shop and when evening falls we
can go caroling and---

Gaius: All right, Cynthia, that's enough now. Look, I know we're family, but
even family needs time apart sometimes.

Cynthia:---and eat pie, and it'll totally be the best day ever!

Gaius: Are you even listening to me?

Cynthia: You... will remember me, won't you, Father? Even once the Cynthia of
this world is born?

Gaius: ......

Cynthia: You see, I DO understand how this time-travel stuff works. I know
you're not my real father. That man exists in another history. So as soon as
the me from this time is born, I promise to leave you alone. It's just
that... until that happens, I want us to spend as much time together as we
can. Then, when you have a proper family, at least we'll still have our
memories.

Gaius: I... I didn't realize...

Cynthia: Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm ever so grateful for this time. You've
shown me what it's like to have a father, and you've been so nice to me. But
I know that, in the end, your love is meant for the other me.

Gaius: *Sniff*

Cynthia: Father, are you... crying? Oh, silly! I didn't mean to make you
sad... It's nothing to be sad about! Besides, we can't very well have my hero
all teary eyed, can we?! I don't want to remember you like this. I want to
remember you how you really were. Strong, and kind, and brave... My father,
my hero... and my friend.
=====================================================
18. Henry C

Cynthia: Now then, let's see what the flowers say. Option one, option two,
option three...

Henry: Um, Cynthia? Why are you plucking the petals off that poor dandelion?

Cynthia: Oh, hello, Father! You're just the person I wanted to see! I'm using
flower fortunes to choose an entrance flourish for the next battle! Buuuut
I'm still having problems deciding, so I need to know what you think.

Henry: Sorry, I don't know anything about flower fortunes OR"entrance
flourishes."

Cynthia: Well then, let me just lay them out, and you can decide what sounds
best. The first option is to ignite a huge plume of purple smoke and com
racing out of it!

Henry: Wowzers!

Cynthia: Option two is to step onto the field amidst a shower of fluttering
violet petals...

Henry: ...Ooo-kay.

Cynthia: Option three is to suddenly burst out of a farmhouse in the middle
of the battlefield!

Henry: ......

Cynthia: So, what do you think, Father? Which would you prefer?

Henry: Well, they all sound pretty crazy, but... Maybe the falling-petals
one?

Cynthia: Wait, truly? Well, THAT'S a surprise! I didn't think it was your
style at all. But if that's what you want, I'll start collecting petals!

Henry: Cynthia, this entrance you're planning... It isn't for me, is it?

Cynthia: Of course it is, silly! Why else would I ask your opinion? Hee! I'm
surprised you chose the flowers, but I'm glad you did. It's my favorite!

Henry: N-no, wait! Hang on, Cynthia! Heh. All right, then...
=====================================================
Henry B

Cynthia: I am SO sorry, Father.

Henry: I should hope so! You nearly buried me alive under all those blasted
petals!

Cynthia: I know, I asked Mother to help out, and we ended up collecting
thousands!

Henry: You roped Sumia into helping you with this ridiculous project?

Cynthia: Of course! We wanted to do something special for our dear father and
husband! But you DID look really dashing and heroic out there in the field!
.. At least, you would have, if anyone could have seen you in that blizzard
of petals.

Henry: *Sigh* In any case, no more entrance flourishes. Understood?

Cynthia: Aww, but I had SO many more wonderful ideas! ...Can I at least pick
a special catchphrase for you to shout at the start of battle?

Henry: Cynthia, as fun as it is to slay our foes, we're not playing games out
there.

Cynthia: ... I-I know. I'm sorry. I just want to make you happy and give us
something fun to talk about and... Oh. pegasus poop! I just don't know what
to do! I mean, what ARE fathers and daughters supposed to do together?

Henry: Aw, heck, Cynthia, don't be silly! You don't have to knock yourself
lying to think of fun things for us to share. Just spending time with you is
enough for me.

Cynthia: Truly? Just... being together is enough?

Henry: Yep.

Cynthia: Oh, Father! You're SUCH a great guy! It's no wonder Mother fell in
love with you! Even if you're just being polite, you're doing it because you
like me! You're the BEST!

Henry: Unnngh... Cynthia... D-don't hug... so tight... Can't b-breathe... C-
crushing... ribs...
=====================================================
Henry A

Cynthia: Father! Will you brush my hair? Pleeease?

Henry: Er, I'm sorry, Cynthia, but I'm a little busy at the moment... You
haven't left my side lately... Are you sure you don't have other things to
do?

Cynthia: Well, you said that spending time with me was fun! Riiight? Hey, why
don't you come to town with me? We'll spend the whole day together!

Henry: What- now?

Cynthia: Yes, now! We'll walk the streets and visit the market and hold hands
the whole time! Then we can find a tasty cake shop and when evening falls we
can go caroling and---

Henry: All right, Cynthia, that's enough now. Look, I know we're family, but
even family needs time apart sometimes.

Cynthia:---and eat pie, and it'll totally be the best day ever!

Henry: Um, are you even listening to me?

Cynthia: You... will remember me, won't you, Father? Even once the Cynthia of
this world is born?

Henry: ......

Cynthia: You see, I DO understand how this time-travel stuff works. I know
you're not my real father. That man exists in another history. So as soon as
the me from this time is born, I promise to leave you alone. It's just
that... until that happens, I want us to spend as much time together as we
can. Then, when you have a proper family, at least we'll still have our
memories.

Henry: I guess I didn't realize...

Cynthia: Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm ever so grateful for this time. You've
shown me what it's like to have a father, and you've been so nice to me. But
I know that, in the end, your love is meant for the other me.

Henry: Well, heck... *sniff*

Cynthia: Father, are you... crying? Oh, silly! I didn't mean to make you
sad... It's nothing to be sad about! Besides, we can't very well have my hero
all teary eyed, can we?! I don't want to remember you like this. I want to
remember you how you really were. Strong, and kind, and brave... My father,
my hero... and my friend.
____________________________________________________________

Brady^

19. Maribelle C

Maribelle: Now, repeat after me: "My name is Brady. Pleased to meet your
acquaintance."

Brady: ....

Maribelle: Did you hear me? "My name is Brady. Pleased to meet your
acquaintance."

Brady: ...The name's Brady. Pleased to make your acquaintance.

Maribelle: "My name IS," Brady. Not "The name's." Now, "My mother's name is
Maribelle." Go ahead, darling. Try it.

Brady: My ma... Er, my mother. Aw, nuts Ma! Yer crazy if you think I'm
puttin' up with this crap!

Maribelle: Don't you dare walk out on me, young man!

Brady: Ma, we're at war here. Ya know? With killin' and all that malarkey? If
you want to teach me something, teach me some tricks with a staff.

Maribelle: I'll teach nothing of the sort to a boor who scoffs at the value
of proper language!

Brady: Why not?

Maribelle: A person's words reflect their character.

Brady: So anyone who speaks a little rough is some kinda knuckle dragger?
Ain't that a little simplistic?

Maribelle: Unrefined language shows a lack of concern for how one comes
across to others. It demonstrates a lack of respect and is ample cause to
judge someone.

Brady: Why ya always gotta be so hardheaded about everything?

Maribelle: Better a hard head than a brain full of mush!I'd sooner choose my
words carefully than speak rashly and regret it.

Brady: Sounds like somebody screwed up in the past, yeah? Who'd ya piss off?

Maribelle: Really, must your EVERY phrase be vulgar? It should be "WHOM did
you piss off," Brady. ...Go on, repeat it for yourself.

Brady: Uh, something tells me that still ain't entirely proper speech...
=====================================================
Maribelle B

Brady: Huh... Never knew that...

Maribelle: Good day, Brady. What are you reading?

Brady: Oh! N-nothing, Ma.

Maribelle: Don't tell me it's something salacious!

Brady: What?! No! I don't even know what that word means!

Maribelle: Give that here this minute! Let me see... "Proper Diction: A
Beginners Guide" ?

Brady: ...Happy now? I was gonna surprise ya after I learned how to talk all
pretty.

Maribelle: Brady, you...

Brady: Anyway, what of it?! I'm only doin' it what to get ya off my case!

Maribelle: Brady, this book is designed for seven years or younger...

Brady: WHAT?! But it's so tough!

Maribelle: I never imagined things were this grim...

Brady: L-look, I just wanted to review the basics, yeah? You're always
harpin' on the basics!

Maribelle: Yes, they're paramount, naturally. But still... Chapter one: "Your
Friend, the Noun!"...This is honestly where you're starting?

Brady: H-hey, get off my case! I don't need this ! I talk just fine anyway,
yeah? Forget all this! I'm'a make like pants and split!

Maribelle: Goodness. Just what manner of education did my future self offer
that boy?
=====================================================
Maribelle A

Brady: Indeed, I discussed the matter a fortnight past with Avatar. Was I
remiss in notifying you?

Maribelle: Brady!? The voice is yours, but the words...

Brady: I completed my reading of "Proper Diction: A Master's Guide" yesterday
evening.

Maribelle: Yes. I heard from many people... Frankly, the entire camp is
terrified.

Brady: I can only hope my more eloquent locution better conforms to your
ideal son, Mother. Now, in further news of the day, I feel that we must allow
for... *Gaaaaaaasp*

Maribelle: Are you all right?! What is it?!

Brady: How do you breathe, Ma?! Talkin' like that damn near suffocated me! I
seriously thought I might pass out.

Maribelle: ....

Brady: I mean, uh, speaking in that manner nearly caused me to be
overcome?... From lack of respiration?

Maribelle: Nice try, darling.

Brady: Aw, horse apples! Ain't no good, Ma. The words just don't fit into my
mouth. I feel like I'm gonna chomp my own tongue off here.

Maribelle: Brady, I'm just so very pleased you even bothered to make the
effort. But it's time I stopped forcing my ideals on other people. You can
think and act responsibly without thinking and acting like me.

Brady: You're creepin' me out here, Ma. Why the sudden about-face?

Maribelle: That's just it: Your sudden about-face creeped ME out.

Brady: Right?! ...Wait, hey! Did you just call me creepy?

Maribelle: Hmm, did I?

Brady: I only did all that speakin' junk cause ya kept telling me to.

Maribelle: I know, sweetheart. And I'm so very proud of my little honey bear.

Brady: Gah, okay, stop! You're welcome, so just stop!

Maribelle: Ah! Seems I've discovered another way to motivate you... Boo-Boo-
Bear.

Brady: No more, Ma! I'm beggin' ya!
=====================================================
19. Chrom C

Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You
know, the expensive junk.

Chrom: Um...

Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and
ready to go- just the way you like it.

Chrom: Uh, Brady?

Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!

Chrom: Oh, right. S-sorry... *sip* ...But, Brady?

Brady: Yeah?

Chrom: What did you mean, "just the way I like it"? I hardly ever drink tea.

Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.

Chrom: I've had the odd cup here or there, but I've never had a "teatime" in
my life.

Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave
detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?

Chrom: Considering I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I'm guessing she
did.

Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right now!

Chrom: Er, what exactly did she tell you?

Brady: Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol'
Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh,
and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.

Chrom: ...When did my life get so weird?
======================================================
Chrom B

Brady: Sorry about last time, old timer.

Chrom: What, the tea? Hardly something to apologize for. I was happy for the
chance to chat.

Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway,
I brought my violin by way of apologizin'.

Chrom: ...I'm sorry?

Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a
violin performance.

Chrom: It... does?

Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the
catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and
start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what
Ma said.

Chrom: Brady, listen to me. No one has ever apologized to me that way before.
..EVER. Your mother's having fun with you again.

Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna---

Chrom: Brady, wait.

Brady: What?!

Chrom: As long as you're here, let's enjoy a nice chat and forget about
Maribelle.
I'm almost thankful, really. If not for her japes, you'd probably never have
come by.

Brady: Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy!
Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd
be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.

Chrom: It's settled then! Pull up a seat...
=====================================================
Chrom A

Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says-

Chrom: Heh heh...

Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.

Chrom: I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady. I'll admit, I was a
little shocked when I first saw you. You seemed a bit... scary.

Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a
better job of raising the real deal.

Chrom: What, you mean the Brady from this era?

Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.

Chrom: ...... Brady, I...

Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of
the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two
different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can
forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.

Chrom: Brady, how can you say that after we've gotten so close? You think I'd
just cast you aside once my son is born? I would never do that. You're my
friend, Brady. ...And my son.

Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I decided not to cry, and then ya go and
say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It
does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just... remember that we were good
pals once, yeah? Real chums.

Chrom: I could never forget you, Son. I'll remember you till the day I die
and love you as my future self would.

Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse
your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a
backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!

Chrom: Well then, it's settled. Guess your pop can't very well die now, can
he?
=====================================================
19. Frederick C

Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You
know, the expensive junk.

Frederick: Um...

Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and
ready to go- just the way you like it.

Frederick: Er, Brady?

Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!

Frederick: Ah, right. S-sorry... *sip* ...But, Brady?

Brady: Yeah?

Frederick: What did you mean, "just the way I like it"? I hardly ever drink
tea.

Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.

Frederick: I've had the odd cup here or there, but I've never had a "teatime"
in my life.

Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave
detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?

Frederick: Considering I don't even have a "daily tea ritual" is, I suppose
she did.

Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right now!

Frederick: ...What exactly did she tell you?

Brady: Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol'
Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh,
and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.

Frederick: ...When did my life get so strange?
=====================================================
Frederick B

Brady: Sorry about last time, old timer.

Frederick: What, the tea? Hardly something to apologize for. I was happy for
the chance to chat.

Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway,
I brought my violin by way of apologizin'.

Frederick: ...I'm sorry?

Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a
violin performance.

Frederick: It... does?

Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the
catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and
start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what
Ma said.

Frederick: Brady, listen to me. No one has ever apologized to me that way
before. ...EVER. Your mother's having fun with you again.

Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna---

Frederick: Brady, wait.

Brady: What?!

Frederick: As long as you're here, let's enjoy a nice chat and forget about
Maribelle. I'm almost thankful, really. If not for her japes, you'd probably
never have come by.

Brady: Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy!
Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd
be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.

Frederick: It's settled then. Pull up a seat...
=====================================================
Frederick A

Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says-

Frederick: Heh heh...

Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.

Frederick: I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady. I'll admit, I
was a little shocked when I first saw you. You seemed... frightening,

Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a
better job of raising the real deal.

Frederick: What, you mean the Brady from this era?

Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.

Frederick: ...... Brady, I...

Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of
the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two
different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can
forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.

Frederick: Brady, how can you say that after we've gotten so close? You think
I'd just cast you aside once my son is born? I would never do that. You're my
friend, Brady. ...And my son.

Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I decided not to cry, and then ya go and
say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It
does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just... remember that we were good
pals once, yeah? Real chums.

Frederick: I could never forget you, Son. I'll remember you till the day I
die and love you as my future self would.

Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse
your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a
backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!

Frederick: Well then, it's settled. Guess your pop can't very well die now,
can he?
=====================================================
19. Virion C

Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You
know, the expensive junk.

Virion: Um...

Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and
ready to go- just the way you like it.

Virion: Uh, Brady?

Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!

Virion: Uh, right. S-sorry... *sip* ...But, Brady?

Brady: Yeah?

Virion: What's with the sudden tea obsession? Isn't this a bit out of the
blue?

Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.

Virion: Hah! I enjoy a spot of tea as much as the next man, but I've never
done "teatime."

Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave
detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?

Virion: Considering I don't even have a "daily tea ritual" is, I suppose she
did.

Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right now!

Virion: Er, what exactly did she tell you?

Brady: Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol'
Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh,
and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.

Virion: ...When did my life get so strange?
=====================================================
Virion B

Brady: Sorry about last time, old timer.

Virion: What, the tea? Hardly something to apologize for. I was happy for the
chance to chat.

Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway,
I brought my violin by way of apologizin'.

Virion: ...I'm sorry?

Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a
violin performance.

Virion: It... does?

Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the
catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and
start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what
Ma said.

Virion: Brady, listen to me. No one has ever apologized to me that way
before. ...EVER. Your mother's having fun with you again.

Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna---

Virion: Brady, wait.

Brady: What?!

Virion: As long as you're here, let's enjoy a nice chat and forget about
Maribelle.
I'm almost thankful, really. If not for her japes, you'd probably never have
come by.

Brady: Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy!
Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd
be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.

Virion: It's settled then! Pull up a seat...
=====================================================
Virion A

Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says-

Virion: Heh heh...

Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.

Virion: I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady. I'll admit, I was
a little shocked when I first saw you. You seemed a bit... scary.

Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a
better job of raising the real deal.

Virion: What, you mean the Brady from this era?

Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.

Virion: ...... Brady, I...

Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of
the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two
different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can
forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.

Virion: Brady, how can you say that after we've gotten so close? You think
I'd just cast you aside once my son is born? I would never do that. You're my
friend, Brady. ...And my son.

Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I decided not to cry, and then ya go and
say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It
does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just... remember that we were good
pals once, yeah? Real chums.

Virion: I could never forget you, Son. I'll remember you till the day I die
and love you as my future self would.

Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse
your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a
backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!

Virion: Well then, it's settled. Guess your pop can't very well die now, can
he?
=====================================================
19. Stahl C

Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You
know, the expensive junk.

Stahl: Um...

Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and
ready to go- just the way you like it.

Stahl: Uh, Brady?

Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!

Stahl: Oh, right. S-sorry... *sip* ...But, Brady?

Brady: Yeah?

Stahl: What did you mean, "just the way I like it"? I hardly ever drink tea.

Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.

Stahl: I've had the odd cup here or there, but I've never had a "teatime" in
my life.

Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave
detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?

Stahl: Considering I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I'm guessing she
did.

Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right now!

Stahl: Er, what exactly did she tell you?

Brady: Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol'
Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh,
and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.

Stahl: ...When did my life get so weird?
=====================================================
Stahl B

Brady: Sorry about last time, old timer.

Stahl: What, the tea? Hardly something to apologize for. I was happy for the
chance to chat.

Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway,
I brought my violin by way of apologizin'.

Stahl: ...Sorry?

Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a
violin performance.

Stahl: It... does?

Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the
catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and
start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what
Ma said.

Stahl: Brady, listen to me. No one has ever apologized to me that way before.
..EVER. Your mother's having fun with you again.

Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna---

Stahl: Brady, wait.

Brady: What?!
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Stahl: As long as you're here, let's enjoy a nice chat and forget about
Maribelle.
I'm almost thankful, really. If not for her japes, you'd probably never have
come by.

Brady: Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy!
Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd
be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.

Stahl: It's settled then! Pull up a seat...
=====================================================
Stahl A

Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says-

Stahl: Heh heh...

Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.

Stahl: I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady. I'll admit, I was a
little shocked when I first saw you. You seemed a bit... scary.

Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a
better job of raising the real deal.

Stahl: What, you mean the Brady from this era?

Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.

Stahl: ...... Brady, I...

Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of
the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two
different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can
forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.

Stahl: Brady, how can you say that after we've gotten so close? You think I'd
just cast you aside once my son is born? I would never do that. You're my
friend, Brady. ...And my son.

Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I decided not to cry, and then ya go and
say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It
does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just... remember that we were good
pals once, yeah? Real chums.

Stahl: I could never forget you, Son. I'll remember you till the day I die
and love you as my future self would.

Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse
your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a
backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!

Stahl: Well then, it's settled. Guess your pop can't very well die now, can
he?
=====================================================
19. Vaike C

Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You
know, the expensive junk.

Vaike: Um...

Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and
ready to go - just the way you like it.

Vaike: Uh, Brady?

Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't getting' any hotter!

Vaike: Uh, right. S-sorry... *sip*...But, Brady?

Brady: Yeah?

Vaike: What did ya mean, "just the way I like it"? The Vaike hardly ever
drinks tea.

Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it everyday. You never miss teatime.

Vaike: Hey, I got nothin' against tea, but I've never had a "teatime" in my
life.

Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave
detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?

Vaike: Considerin' I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I'm guessin' she
did.

Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right about now!

Vaike: Er, what exactly did she tell you?

Brady: Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol'
Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh,
and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.

Vaike: ...When did my life get so weird?
=====================================================
Vaike B

Brady: Sorry about last time,old-timer.

Vaike: What, the tea? Aw, ain't nothin' to apologize for. Ol' Vaike was happy
for the chance to chat!

Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway,
I brought my violin by way of apologizin'.

Vaike: ...I'm sorry?

Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a
violin performance.

Vaike: It... does?

Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the
catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and
start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what
Ma said.

Vaike: Brady, listen to me. I ain't never had anyone apologize to me that way
before. ...EVER. Your mother's havin' fun with ya again.

Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna-

Vaike: Brady, wait.

Brady: What?!

Vaike: As long as you're here, let's just hang out and forget about Maribelle
for a while. I'm kinda thankful, actually. If not for her games, you wouldn't
have come by!

Brady: Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy!
Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd
be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.

Vaike: Great! Pull up a seat!
=====================================================
Vaike A

Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says-

Vaike: Heh heh...

Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.

Vaike: I'm just glad we're able to shoot the breeze like this, Brady. I gotta
admit, I was kinda shocked when I first saw ya. Ya seemed a little... scary.

Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a
better job raising the real deal.

Vaike: What, ya mean the Brady from this era?

Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.

Vaike: ..... Brady, I...

Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of
the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two
different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can
forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.

Vaike: How can ya say that after we've gotten so close? You think I'd just
cast ya aside once my son's born? I'd never do that! You're my friend, Brady.
..And my son. The Son of Vaike!

Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I'd decided not to cry, and then ya go and
say crap like that...*sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It
does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just... remember that we were good
pals once, yeah? Real chums.

Vaike: I could never forget ya, Son. I'll remember ya till the day I die and
love ya as my future self would.

Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse
your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a
backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!

Vaike: Don't you worry, kid. Teach ain't goin' anywhere anytime soon!
=====================================================
19. Kellam C

Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You
know, the expensive junk.

Kellam: Um...

Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and
ready to go- just the way ya like it.

Kellam: Uh, Brady?

Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't getting any hotter!

Kellam: Oh, right. S-sorry... *sip* ...But, Brady?

Brady: Yeah?

Kellam: What did you mean, "just the way I like it"? I hardly ever drink
tea...

Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.

Kellam: I've had the odd cup here or there, but I've never had a "teatime" in
my life...

Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave
detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?

Kellam: Considering I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I'm guessing
she did.

Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right about now!

Kellam: Er, what exactly did she tell you?

Brady: Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol'
Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh,
and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.

Kellam: ...When did my life get so weird?
=====================================================
Kellam B

Brady: Sorry about last time, old-timer.

Kellam: What, the tea? You don't need to apologize for that. I was happy for
the chance to chat.

Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway,
I brought my violin by way of apologizin'

Kellam: ...I'm sorry?

Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a
violin performance.

Kellam: It... does?

Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the
catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and
start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what
Ma said.

Kellam: Brady, listen to me. No one has ever apologized to me that way
before. ...EVER. Your mother's having fun with you again.

Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna-

Kellam: Brady, wait...

Brady: What?!

Kellam: As long as you're here, let's just enjoy a nice chat and forget about
Maribelle. I'm almost thankful, really. If not for her japes, you'd probably
never have come by.

Brady: Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy!
Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd
be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.

Kellam: It's settled then! Pull up a seat...
=====================================================
Kellam A

Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says-

Kellam: Heh heh...

Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.

Kellam: I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady I'll admit, I was a
little shocked when I first saw you. You seemed a bit... scary.

Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a
better job of raising the real deal.

Kellam: What, you mean the Brady from this era?

Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.

Kellam: ...... Brady, I...

Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of
the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two
different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can
forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.

Kellam: Brady, how can you say that after we've gotten so close? You think
I'd just cast you aside once my son is born? I would never do that. You're my
friend, Brady. ...And my son.

Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I decided not to cry, and then ya go and
say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It
does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just... remember that we were good
pals once, yeah? Real chums.

Kellam: I could never forget you, Son. I'll remember you till the day I die
and love you as my future self would.

Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse
your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my voilin and do a
backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!

Kellam: Well then, it's settled. Guess your pop can't very well die now, can
he?
=====================================================
19. Lon'qu C

Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You
know, the expensive junk.

Lon'qu: Um...

Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and
ready to go--just the way ya like it.

Lon'qu: That's...not the problem.

Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!

Lon'qu: Fine... *sip* ...Now, Brady?

Brady: Yeah?

Lon'qu: What'd you mean, "just the way I like it"? I hardly ever drink tea.

Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.

Lon'qu: I've had the odd cup here or there, but I've never had a "teatime" in
my life.

Brady: ... WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave
detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?

Lon'qu: Considering I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I suppose she
did.

Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right about now!

Lon'qu: Er, what exactly did she tell you?

Brady: Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol'
Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh,
and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.

Lon'qu: ...When did my life get so weird?
=====================================================
Lon'qu B

Brady: Sorry about last time, old-timer.

Lon'qu: What, the tea? Hardly something to apologize for. I was glad for the
chance to chat.

Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway,
I brought my violin by way of apologizin'.

Lon'qu: ... Sorry?

Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a
violin performance.

Lon'qu: It... does?

Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the
catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and
start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what
Ma said.

Lon'qu: Brady, listen to me. No one has ever apologized to me that way
before. ... EVER. Your mother's messing with you again.

Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna--

Lon'qu: Brady, wait.

Brady: What?!

Lon'qu: As long as you're here, let's chat a bit. Forget about Maribelle for
a while. I'm grateful to her, though. If not for her japes, you probably
wouldn't be here.

Brady: Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy!
Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd
be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.

Lon'qu: Good. Pull up a seat.
=====================================================
Lon'qu A

Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says--

Lon'qu: Heh heh...

Brady: ... What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.

Lon'qu: I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady. I must admit, I
was unsure of you when first we met.

Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a
better job raising the real deal.

Lon'qu: What, you mean the Brady from this era?

Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.

Lon'qu: ......

Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of
the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two
different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can
forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.

Lon'qu: How can you say that after we've gotten so close? You think I'd just
cast you aside once my son is born? I would never do that. You're my friend,
Brady. ... And my son.

Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I'd decided not to cry, and then ya go and
say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It
does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just... remember that we were good
pals once, yeah? Real chums.

Lon'qu: I could never forget you, Son. I'll remember you till the day I die
and love you as my future self would.

Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse
your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a
backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!

Lon'qu: I suppose I'd better live, then...
=====================================================
19. Donnel C

Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You
know, the expensive junk.

Donnel: Um...

Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and
ready to go- just the way you like it.

Donnel: Uh, Brady?

Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!

Donnel: Oh, right. S-sorry... *sip* ...But, Brady?

Brady: Yeah?

Donnel: Why'd ya say, "just the way I like it"? I hardly ever drink tea.

Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.

Donnel: Shucks, I've had the odd cup here'n there, but I ain't never had
"teatime" in m'life.

Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave
detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?

Donnel: Welp. I reckon she must've, 'cause I don't even know what a "tea
ritual" is.

Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right now!

Donnel: Er, what exactly did she tell ya?

Brady: Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol'
Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh,
and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.

Donnel: ...Since when did my life get so strange?
=====================================================
Donnel B

Brady: Sorry about last time, old timer.

Donnel: What, the tea? Shucks, that ain't nothin' to apologize for. I was
happy for the chance to jaw.

Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway,
I brought my violin by way of apologizin'.

Donnel: ...I'm sorry?

Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a
violin performance.

Donnel: It... does?

Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the
catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and
start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what
Ma said.

Donnel: Brady, listen up and listen good. Ain't no one EVER apologized to ol'
Donny like that 'fore. I think yer ma's havin' some fun with ya again.

Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna---

Donnel: Brady, wait.

Brady: What?!

Donnel: Long as yer here, let's you and me jaw a spell and just forget about
yer ma. Heck, if it warn't for her japes, I reckon you'd have never come by.

Brady: Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy!
Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd
be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.

Donnel: Well, ain't that a kick! Now pull up a seat...
=====================================================
Donnel A

Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says-

Donnel: Heh heh... Yer ma sure does love playin' with ya...

Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.

Donnel: I'm just glad you and me are able to talk like this, Brady. I admit,
first time I saw ya, I was... Well, ya scared me somethin' fierce.

Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a
better job of raising the real deal.

Donnel: What, ya mean the Brady from this era?

Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.

Donnel: ...... Brady, I...

Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of
the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two
different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can
forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.

Donnel: Brady, how can ya say that after we done got so close? Ya think I'd
just cast you aside once m'son is born? I would never! Yer my friend, Brady.
..And my son.

Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I decided not to cry, and then ya go and
say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It
does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just... remember that we were good
pals once, yeah? Real chums.

Donnel: Gosh, I couldn't forget ya if I tried. I'll remember ya till the day
they roll me in the shroud, Son.

Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse
your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a
backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!

Donnel: Well, guess that settles that. Reckon I can't just go and die now!
=====================================================
19. Ricken C

Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You
know, the expensive junk.

Ricken: Um...

Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and
ready to go- just the way ya like it.

Ricken: Uh, Brady?

Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't getting any hotter!

Ricken: Oh, right. S-sorry... *sip* ...But, Brady?

Brady: Yeah?

Ricken: What did you mean, "just the way I like it"? I hardly ever drink tea.

Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.

Ricken: I've had the odd cup here or there, but I've never had a "teatime" in
my life.

Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave
detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?

Ricken: Considering I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I'm guessing
she did.

Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right about now!

Ricken: Sooo, what exactly did she tell you?

Brady: Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol'
Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh,
and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.

Ricken: ...When did my life get so weird?
=====================================================
Ricken B

Brady: Sorry about last time, old-timer.

Ricken: What, the tea? That's not something you need to apologize for. I was
happy for the chance to chat.

Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway,
I brought my violin by way of apologizin'

Ricken: ...I'm sorry?

Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a
violin performance.

Ricken: It... does?

Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the
catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and
start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what
Ma said.

Ricken: Brady, listen to me. No one has ever apologized to me that way
before. ...EVER. Your mother's having fun with you again.

Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna-

Ricken: Brady, wait.

Brady: What?!

Ricken: As long as you're here, let's just enjoy a nice chat and forget about
Maribelle. I'm almost thankful, really. If not for her japes, you'd probably
never have come by.

Brady: Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy!
Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd
be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.

Ricken: It's settled then! Pull up a seat...
=====================================================
Ricken A

Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says-

Ricken: Heh heh...

Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.

Ricken: I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady. I'll admit, I was
kind of shocked when I first saw you. You seemed pretty scary.

Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a
better job of raising the real deal.

Ricken: What, you mean the Brady of this era?

Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.

Ricken: ...... Brady, I...

Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of
the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two
different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can
forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.

Ricken: Brady, how can you say that after we've gotten so close? You think
I'd just cast you aside once my son is born? I would never do that. You're my
friend, Brady. ...And my son.

Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I decided not to cry, and then ya go and
say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It
does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just... remember that we were good
pals once, yeah? Real chums.

Ricken: Of course! I could never forget you. I'll remember you till the day I
die and love you as my future self would.

Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse
your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my voilin and do a
backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!

Ricken: Well then, it's settled. Guess your pop can't very well die no, can
he?
=====================================================
19. Gaius C

Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You
know, the expensive junk.

Gaius: Um...

Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and
ready to go-just the way ya like it.

Gaius: Uh, Brady?

Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!

Gaius: Oh, right. S-Sorry... *sip* ...But, uh, Brady?

Brady: Yeah?

Gaius: What did you mean, "just the way I like it"? I hardly ever drink tea.

Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.

Gaius: Er, I've had the odd cup here or there, but I've never had a "teatime"
in my life.

Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave me
detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?

Gaius: Considering I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I'm guessing she
did.

Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off riht about now!

Gaius: So what exactly did she say about me?

Brady: Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol'
Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh,
and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.

Gaius: ...When did my life get so weird?
=====================================================
Gaius B

Brady: Sorry about last time, old-timer.

Gaius: What, the tea? You don't need to apologize for that. I was glad for
the chance to chat.

Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway,
I brought my violin by way of apologizin'

Gaius: ...I'm sorry?

Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a
violin performance.

Gaius: It... does?

Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the
catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and
start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what
Ma said.

Gaius: Brady, listen to me. No one has ever apologized to me that way before.
..EVER. Your mother's having fun with you again.

Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna-

Gaius: Brady, wait.

Brady: What?!

Gaius: As long as you're here, let's just enjoy a nice chat and forget about
Maribelle. I'm grateful, really. If not for her japes, you'd probably never
have come by.

Brady: Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy!
Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd
be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.

Gaius: It's settled then! Pull up a seat...
=====================================================
Gaius A

Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says-

Gaius: Heh heh...

Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.

Gaius: I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady. I'll admit, I was a
little shocked when I first saw you. You seemed kinda...scary.

Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a
better job of raising the real deal.

Gaius: What, you mean the Brady of this era?

Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.

Gaius: ...... Brady, I...

Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of
the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two
different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can
forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.

Gaius: Brady, how can you say that after we've gotten so close? You think I'd
just cast you aside once my son is born? I would never do that. You're my
friend, Brady. ...And my son.

Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I decided not to cry, and then ya go and
say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It
does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just... remember that we were good
pals once, yeah? Real chums.

Gaius: I could never forget you, Son. I'll remember you till the day I die
and love you as my future self would.

Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse
your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a
backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!

Gaius: Then it's settled. Guess your pop can't very well die now, can he?
=====================================================
19. Gregor C

Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You
know, the expensive junk.

Gregor: Um...

Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and
ready to go- just the way you like it.

Gregor: Uh, Brady?

Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!

Gregor: Oh, right. S-sorry... *sip* ...But, Brady?

Brady: Yeah?

Gregor: Why we sip tea in middle of afternoon like rich man with many
servants?

Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.

Gregor: Er, Gregor enjoy cup of tea now and then, but... "teatime"? Is new
concept...

Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave
detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?

Gregor: Gregor not even know what "tea ritual" means, so... most probably,
yes.

Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right now!

Gregor: What other lies did she tell about Gregor? Come, spill the bean!

Brady: Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol'
Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh,
and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.

Gregor: ...Gregor's life become very strange as of late, yes?
=====================================================
Gregor B

Brady: Sorry about last time, old timer.

Gregor: What, the tea? Do not make with the apologizing! Gregor was happy for
chance to talk.

Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway,
I brought my violin by way of apologizin'.

Gregor: ...Sorry?

Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a
violin performance.

Gregor: Is true? Gregor has not heard of this custom...

Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the
catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and
start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what
Ma said.

Gregor: Brady, listen to Gregor. No one ever apologize to Gregor like that
before. Not ever. Your mother is making the fun with you again, yes?

Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna---

Gregor: Brady, wait.

Brady: What?!

Gregor: As long as you're here, let us enjoy nice chat and forget about
Maribelle.
After all, if not for her terrible lies, you probably not come visit Gregor,
yes?

Brady: Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy!
Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd
be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.

Gregor: Is wonderful! Come, pull up seat...
=====================================================
Gregor A

Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says-

Gregor: Heh heh...

Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.

Gregor: Gregor is just happy we are able to have nice chitchat like this.
Gregor admit, when he first saw you, you seemed... very frightening.

Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a
better job of raising the real deal.

Gregor: You mean the Brady from this time?

Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.

Gregor: ...... Brady.

Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of
the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two
different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can
forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.

Gregor: Brady, you break poor Gregor's heart when you say such things. Gregor
would never cast son aside like moldy sandwich. You are Gregor's friend,
Brady. ...And his son.

Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I decided not to cry, and then ya go and
say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It
does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just... remember that we were good
pals once, yeah? Real chums.

Gregor: Gregor could never forget you, Son. Gregor will remember you till the
day he die horrible death!

Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse
your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a
backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!

Gregor: Oy! Sound like Gregor had better stay very much alive, then...
=====================================================
19. Libra C

Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You
know, the expensive junk.

Libra: Um...

Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and
ready to go-just the way ya like it.

Libra: Uh, Brady?

Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!

Libra: Oh, right. S-Sorry... *sip* ...But, Brady?

Brady: Yeah?

Libra: What did you mean, "just the way I like it"? I'm not much of a tea
drinker...

Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.

Libra: I've had the odd cup here or there, I've never had a "teatime" in my
life.

Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave me
detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?

Libra: Considering I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I suppose she
did.

Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right about now!

Libra: Er, what exactly did she tell you?

Brady: Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol'
Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh,
and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.

Libra: ...When did my life get so odd?
=====================================================
Libra B

Brady: Sorry about last time, old-timer.

Libra: What, the tea? Hardly something to apologize for. I was happy for the
chance to chat.

Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway,
I brought my violin by way of apologizin'

Libra: ...I'm sorry?

Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a
violin performance.

Libra: It...does?

Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the
catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and
start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what
Ma said.

Libra: Brady, listen to me. No one has ever apologized to me that way before.
..EVER. Your mother's having fun with you again.

Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna-

Libra: Brady, wait.

Brady: What?!

Libra: As long as you're here, let's just enjoy a nice chat and forget about
Maribelle. I'm almost thankful, really. If not for her japes, you'd probably
wouldn't have come by.

Brady: Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy!
Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd
be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.

Libra: It's settled then! Pull up a seat...
=====================================================
Libra A

Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says-

Libra: Heh heh...

Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.

Libra: I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady. I'll admit, I was a
little shocked when I first saw you. You seemed kinda... scary.

Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a
better job of raising the real deal.

Libra: What, you mean the Brady of this era?

Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.

Libra: ...... Brady, I...

Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of
the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two
different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can
forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.

Libra: Brady, how can you say that after we've gotten so close? You think I'd
just cast you aside once my son is born? I would never do that. You're my
friend, Brady. ...And my son.

Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I decided not to cry, and then ya go and
say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It
does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just.. .remember that we were good
pals once, yeah? Real chums.

Libra: I could never forget you, Son. I'll remember you until the gods call
me home and love you as my future self would.

Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse
your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a
backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!

Libra: Ha! Then I suppose it's settled. I can't very well die now, can I?
=====================================================
19. Henry C

Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You
know, the expensive junk.

Henry: Huh...?

Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and
ready to go--just the way you like it.

Henry: Uh, Brady?

Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!

Henry: Well, all right... *sip* ...Sooo, Brady?

Brady: Yeah?

Henry: What did you mean, "just the way I like it"? I hardly ever drink tea.

Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.

Henry: Nya ha! I've had the odd cup here or there, but I've never had a
"teatime" in my life.

Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave
detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?

Henry: Considering I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I'm guessing she
did.

Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right about now!

Henry: Er, what exactly did she tell you?

Brady: Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol'
Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh,
and  set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.

Henry: Nya ha! When did my life get so weird?
=====================================================
Henry B

Brady: Sorry about last time, old timer.

Henry: What, the tea? Come on, you don't have to apologize for that! I was
happy for the chance to chat.

Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway,
I brought my violin by way of apologizin'.

Henry: ...Sorry?

Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a
violin performance.

Henry: It... does?

Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the
catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and
start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what
Ma said.

Henry: Nya ha ha! Brady, listen up... No one has ever apologized to me that
way before. ...EVER. Your mother's just having fun with you again.

Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna--

Henry: Brady, wait.

Brady: What?!

Henry
As long as you're here, let's just have a nice chat and forget about
Maribelle.
I mean, if not for her crazy stories, you probably wouldn't have come by,
right?

Brady: Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy!
Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd
be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.

Henry: Great! Pull up a seat...
=====================================================
Henry A

Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says-

Henry: Nya ha ha!

Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.

Henry: Aw, I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady. I'll admit, I
was a little weirded out the first time we met.

Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a
better job of raising the real deal.

Henry: What, you mean the Brady from this era?

Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.

Henry: ...... Brady, I...

Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of
the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two
different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can
forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.

Henry: Hey! How can you say that after we've gotten so close? You think I'd
just cast you aside once my son is born? I'd never do that! You're my friend,
Brady. ...AND my son!

Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I decided not to cry, and then ya go and
say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It
does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just... remember that we were good
pals once, yeah? Real chums.

Henry: Aw, I could never forget you, Son. I'll remember you until the day I
die a horrible, bloody death! Oooooo... Blooooood...

Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse
your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a
backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!

Henry: Nya ha! Then it's settled. Guess I've got no choice but to stick
around!
____________________________________________________________

Yarne^

20. Panne C

Panne: Yarne.

Yarne: Gyah! I... Wh-what do you want?!

Panne: Are you trying to avoid me?

Yarne: Wh-what? Me? Avoid YOU? Gosh, no! It's just I... I... just had an
urgent errand I was going to attend to.

Panne: What kind of errand? Collecting provisions? Perhaps I could accompany
you.

Yarne: Um, yeah, I don't know... It's just...

Panne: Is there a problem?

Yarne: No... not exactly.

Panne: Pah. Enough of this prevarication. We are kin, yes?

Yarne: Of course. But-

Panne: But what?

Yarne: The mother in my future died when I was still young. Before I could
remember. I don't know what it's like to... have a mother. Especially a
taguel mother.

Panne: Neither do I. I have no idea how taguel mothers and children interact
with each other. My friends and kin were taken from me by humans when I was
still an infant.

Yarne: So... you have no idea howyou're supposed to act either?

Panne: I do not, but does it matter? We can forge a new tradition of what it
means to be a taguel mother and son.

Yarne: Hey, that's a great idea! We'll learn how to be a family together...
=====================================================
Panne B

Panne: Sleep tonight and good night. You are thy mother's delight.

Yarne: Erm, Mother? I know you're just trying to imitate human mothers,
but... I don't think it's working.

Panne: Well, that's a relief. I was feeling very foolish. I thought perhaps
human customs might be similar enough to work for taguel. But it seems
perhaps I was mistaken...

Yarne: (...Which is why I was saying we should find our own way...)

Panne: Did you say something?

Yarne: N-no! Nothing at all. Er, you don't have to glare at me like that.
It's not my fault the lullaby didn't work.

Panne: Was I glaring? I didn't mean to. I must try to remember that you're
more timid than you look.

Yarne: I'm not timid! ...Well, perhaps I am. Just a little bit. But who
wouldn't be in my situation? I'm one of the last surviving taguel! If I die,
it could mean the end of our race!

Panne: So it's not battle that you fear, but rather the role you've taken
on...

Yarne: Yes. I'm proud of my ancestry- of the taguel blood you passed on to
me. I don't want to be known as the fool who allowed his race to die.

Panne: .....

Yarne: But after meeting you here in this world, I want to do more than just
survive... There's something else about being taguel. Something I feel in
every hair of my being... It's something I can't quite put into words, but
maybe when I can, it will help guide us. Until then, I think we should stop
trying to imitate humans. Let's try things our own way and see what comes
natural. What feels right. It may take a while, but I think we'll find the
answers we want eventually.

Panne: Well said. ...Very well, then. We shall try it your way.
=====================================================
Panne A

Yarne: Mother! I got it! I understand at last!

Panne: You understand...? Understand what?

Yarne: The secret pride of the taguel, of course! I know what it is!

Panne: Oh? Then let's have it.

Yarne: The pride of a taguel is being true to yourself! To not live for
temptation or fear, but for what your own heart tells you is right. That's
how you survived, Mother. You have such a strong heart, and you listen to it.

Panne: Well, I don't know if all our people would agree with your idea... But
as far as I'm concerned, your words ring true.

Yarne: You're the only full-blood taguel still alive. Don't you see what that
means? Whatever you agree with is what all taguel agree with! However you
choose to live is how all taguel choose to live!

Panne: Heh, your logic is sound enough.

Yarne: I'm going to grow strong, too! I'll be so powerful and mighty, I'll
bring honor to you and the taguel name!

Panne: You've learned this on your own- and perhaps that, too, is the taguel
way. A mother does not lecture, but teaches by example.

Yarne: Yes, exactly! We taguel don't need to talk all the time to learn new
things.

Panne: Perhaps we should put this insight into practice. No more talking from
now on,

Yarne: What? No, wait! That would be awful!

Panne: ...Heh heh, it was only a jape. Surely our people can appreciate the
value of humor as well?

Yarne: No, of course, it's just... I wasn't sure you knew what a joke was.
Most of the time you talk as if you just ate a sour turnip... or 20!

Panne: *Ahem* I've just remembered something about taguel parenting practice.
Corporal punishment is common and often administered with a large, wooden
paddle.

Yarne: WHAAAT?! You just made that up!

Panne: .....

Yarne: Y-you're doing that staring thing again! S-stop it! What happened to
the "value of humor"? You don't really... have a paddle... Do you?

Panne: Heh. Got you again.

Yarne: Pheeeeew... Er, yeah. Ha... ha? Maybe joking around is one area in
which we taguel could use a bit more practice...
=====================================================
20. Frederick C

Yarne: ..... .....

Frederick: What is it, Yarne? Why are you staring at me like that?

Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on
Mother.

Frederick: Wh-what?! Cheating? I would never do such a thing! I've been
faithful to Panne since the day I proposed!

Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth...

Frederick: Why would you think I was cheating?! ...Is someone spreading
rumors?

Yarne: Nope. The idea just popped into my head the other day. You see, I got
to thinking... What would happen if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't good
enough?

Frederick: Huh?

Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both
stayed alive. Eventually you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be
guaranteed. But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman
before I was born.
The very instant you made the decision. I would just wink out of existence!
The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrrrr...

Frederick: ...Huh. I guess I see your point.

Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you
toe the line!

Frederick: Now hold on just one minute!

Yarne: Don't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during
battle.
..Just so long as the fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway, I've
got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you!

Frederick: Oh, for gods' sake...
=====================================================
Frederick B

Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father.

Frederick: What's wrong, Yarne? You look as if your world is about to end.

Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking
about?

Frederick: Um... the number of masterful blows I struck against our foes?

Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To
think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating!
You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to vanish as a result! I just
know it!

Frederick: Yarne, calm down. I was just being polite. Pleasantries and
tactics and such.

Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent
hearing.

Frederick: *Sigh* Believe me, I know all about that... But you have to
understand, I must talk to my fellow soldiers--men and women both. When
you're in the thick of a battle, it's vital you know who you're fighting
with. Think about it--what if someone said you couldn't talk to Lucina ever
again?

Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem.

Frederick: I'm glad you understand. But I wish you would just trust me when I
say I would never cheat on your mother!

Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what
about the future? How do I know you'll never change your mind? I mean, you
once promised me that you'd return home... but you never did...

Frederick: ...Ah.
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Yarne: ...Er, forget I said that. It doesn't matter. I won't spy on you
anymore. But if you break another promise and cheat on Mother, I won't ever
forgive you!

Frederick: ...Hmm, I think I understand now.  In Yarne's future, I die and
become the memory of a broken promise...
=====================================================
Frederick A

Frederick: There you are, Yarne. I was looking for you.

Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you, I won't spy on you anymore.

Frederick: That's not why I wanted to see you. I... want to apologize. In the
future, I promised to come back to you and... I didn't. I'm sorry.

Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me!
It was a different you from a different time!

Frederick: Yes, I understand that. And I also know that you're not my son.
..Not exactly, anyway.

Yarne: ......

Frederick: We're not just from different times, but from different versions
of time.
And yet I think of you as my family all the same. I hope to give you the
things that the father in your future couldn't. ...That is what you want,
isn't it?

Yarne: I... I guess it is, yes. I know it's not right, but I can't help but
think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other
women. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving Mother and being someone
else's father. It would be like losing him all over again.

Frederick: Yarne, what if I made another promise? I swear by all I hold dear
that I will survive and that I will never abandon your mother. I love you
both more than anything in this world. I would do anything for you.

Yarne: I... I don't know what to say. Except... thank you. Because this time,
I believe you'll keep your promise.

Frederick: Good.

Yarne: Phew! Now maybe I can relax and stop worrying about vanishing from
history... You're such a great father! Who's a good father? Yes, whooo's a
good father?!

Frederick: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but must you pet me like a dog
while you say it?
=====================================================
20. Virion C

Yarne: ......

Virion: I say, Yarne. Is there a reason you're gawking at me like that?

Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on
Mother.

Virion: Wh-what?! Cheating? I would never do such a thing! I have been
faithful to Panne since the day I proposed!

Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth...

Virion: Why would you think I was cheating?! ...Is someone spreading rumors?

Yarne: Nope. The idea just popped into my head the other day. You see, I got
to thinking... What would happen to me if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't
good enough?

Virion: Huh?

Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both
stayed alive. Eventually you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be
guaranteed. But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman
before I was born. The very instant you made the decision, I would just wink
out of existence! The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrrrr...

Virion: ...Huh. Perhaps I see your point.

Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you
toe the line!

Virion: Now hold on just one minute!

Yarne: Don't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during
battle. ...Just so long as the fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway,
I've got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you!

Virion: Oh, for gods' sake...
=====================================================
Virion B

Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father.

Virion: What's wrong, Yarne? You look as if your world is about to end.

Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking
about?

Virion: The number of times I looked upon my beautiful visage in the mirror?

Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To
think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating!
You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to vanish as a result! I just
know it!

Virion: Yarne, please. I was just being polite. Pleasantries and tactics and
such.

Yarne: It sounded more like that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent
hearing.

Virion: Y-you were listening?! Er, I mean... But you have to understand, I
must talk to my fellow soldiers-men and women both. When you're in the thick
of a battle, it's vital you know who you're fighting with. I mean, what if
someone said you couldn't talk to Lucina ever again?

Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem.

Virion: I'm glad you understand. But I wish you would just trust me when I
say I would never cheat on your mother!

Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what
about the future? How do I know you'll never change your mind? I mean, you
once promised me that you'd return home... but you never did...

Virion: ...Ah.

Yarne: ...Er, forget I said that. It doesn't matter. I won't spy on you
anymore. But if you break another promise and cheat on Mother, I won't ever
forgive you!

Virion: ...Hmm, I think I see now. In Yarne's future, I die and become the
memory of a broken promise...
=====================================================
Virion A

Virion: There you are, Yarne. I was looking for you.

Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you, I won't spy on you anymore.

Virion: That's not why I wanted to see you. I... want to apologize. In the
future, I promised to come back to you and... I didn't. I'm sorry.

Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me!
It was a different you from a different time!

Virion: Yes, I understand that. And I also know you are not my son. ...Not
exactly, anyway.

Yarne: ......

Virion: We are not just from different times, but from different versions of
time. And yet I think of you as my family all the same. I hope to give you
the things that the father in your future couldn't. ...That is what you want,
is it not?

Yarne: I... I guess it is, yes. I know it's not right, but I can't help but
think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other
women. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving Mother and being someone
else's father. It would be like losing him all over again.

Virion: Yarne, what if I made another promise? I swear by all I hold dear
that I will survive and that I will never abandon your mother. I love you
both more than anything in this world. I would do anything for you.

Yarne: I... I don't know what to say. Except... thank you. Because this time,
I believe you'll keep your promise.

Virion: Fantastic!

Yarne: Phew! Now maybe I can relax and stop worrying about vanishing from
history... You're such a great father! Who's a good father? Yes, whooo's a
good father?!

Virion: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but must you pet me like a dog
while you say it?
=====================================================
20. Stahl C

Yarne: ..... ......

Stahl: Um, Yarne? Is there a reason you're staring at me like that?

Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on
Mother.

Stahl: Wh-what?! Cheating? I'd never do such a thing! I've been faithful to
Panne since the day I proposed!

Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth...

Stahl: Why would you think I was cheating?! ...Is someone spreading rumors?

Yarne: Nope. The idea just popped into my head the other day. You see, I got
to thinking... What would happen if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't good
enough?

Stahl: Huh?

Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both
stayed alive. Eventually you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be
guaranteed.
But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman before I was
born. The very instant you made the decision. I would just wink out of
existence!
The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrrrr...

Stahl: ...Huh. I guess I see your point.

Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you
toe the line!

Stahl: Now hold on just one minute!

Yarne: Don't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during
battle.
..Just so long as the fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway, I've
got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you!

Stahl: Oh, for god's sake...
=====================================================
Stahl B

Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father.

Stahl: What's wrong, Yarne? You look as if your world is about to end.

Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking
about?

Stahl: Um... the number of masterful blows I struck against our foes?

Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To
think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating!
You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to vanish as a result! I just
know it!

Stahl: Yarne, calm down. I was just being polite. Pleasantries and tactics
and such.

Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent
hearing.

Stahl: *Sigh* Believe me, I know all about that... But you have to
understand, I must talk to my fellow soldiers--men and women both. When
you're in the thick of a battle, it's vital you know who you're fighting
with. I mean, what if someone said you couldn't talk to Lucina ever again?

Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem.

Stahl: I'm glad you understand. But I wish you would just trust me when I say
I would never cheat on your mother!

Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what
about the future? How do I know you'll never change your mind? I mean, you
once promised me that you'd return home... but you never did...

Stahl: ...Ah.

Yarne: ...Er, forget I said that. It doesn't matter. I won't spy on you
anymore. But if you break another promise and cheat on Mother, I won't ever
forgive you!

Stahl: ...Hmm, I think I understand now. In Yarne's future, I die and become
the memory of a broken promise...
=====================================================
Stahl A

Stahl: There you are, Yarne. I was looking for you.

Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you, I won't spy on you anymore.

Stahl: That's not why I wanted to see you. I... want to apologize. In the
future, I promised to come back to you and... I didn't. I'm sorry.

Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me!
It was a different you from a different time!

Stahl: Yes, I understand that. And I also know that you're not my son. ...Not
exactly, anyway.

Yarne:......

Stahl: We're not just from different times, but from different versions of
time. And yet I think of you as my family all the same. I hope to give you
the things that the father in your future couldn't. ...That is want you want,
isn't it?

Yarne: I... I guess it is, yes. I know it's not right, but I can't help but
think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other
women. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving Mother and being someone
else's father. It would be like losing him all over again.

Stahl: Yarne, what if I made another promise? I swear by all I hold dear that
I will survive and that I will never abandon your mother. I love you both
more than anything in this world. I would do anything for you.

Yarne: I... I don't know what to say. Except... thank you. Because this time,
I believe you'll keep your promise.

Stahl: Good!

Yarne: Phew! Now maybe I can relax and stop worrying about vanishing from
history... You're such a great father! Who's a good father? Yes, whooo's a
good father?!

Stahl: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but must you pet me like a dog
while you say it?
=====================================================
20. Vaike C

Yarne: ...... ......

Vaike: Um, Yarne? Why are ya starin' at me like that?

Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on
Mother.

Vaike: Wh-what?! Cheatin'?! I'd never do such a thing! Ol' Vaike's been
faithful to Panne since the day I proposed!

Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth...

Vaike: Why would you think I was cheatin'? ...Is someone spreadin' rumors?

Yarne: Nope. The idea just popped into my head the other day. You see, I got
to thinking... What would happen to me if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't
good enough?

Vaike: Huh?

Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both
stayed alive. Eventually you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be
guarenteed. But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman
before I was born. The very instant you made the decision, I would just wink
out of existence! The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrrrr...

Vaike: ...Huh. I guess I see your point.

Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you
toe the line!

Vaike: Now hold on just a minute!

Yarne: Dob't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during
battle.
..Just so long as the fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway, I've
got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you!

Vaike: Oh, for gods' sake...
=====================================================
Vaike B

Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father.

Vaike: What's wrong, Yarne? Ya look like your world's about to end.

Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking
about?

Vaike: Um... The number of times I lost my axe?

Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To
think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating!
You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to vanish as a result! I just
know it!

Vaike: Yarne, take it easy! I was just bein' polite. Ya know, pleasantries
and tactics and stuff.

Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent
hearing.

Vaike: *Sigh* Believe me, I know all about that... But ya gotta understand, I
need to talk to my fellow soldiers--- men and women  both. When you're in the
thick of a battle, it's vital ya know who you're fightin' with. I mean, what
if someone said ya couldn't talk to Lucina ever again?

Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem.

Vaike: I'm glad ya understand. But I wish you'd just trust me when I say I
would never cheat on your mother!

Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what
about the future? How do I know you'll never change your mind? I mean, you
once promised me that you'd return home... but you never did...

Vaike: ...Ah.

Yarne: ...Er, forget I said that. It doesn't matter. I won't spy on you
anymore.
But if you break another promise and cheat on Mother, I won't ever forgive
you!

Vaike: ...Hmm. I think I get it now. In Yarne's future, I die and become the
memory of a broken promise...
=====================================================
Vaike A

Vaike: Yarne! There you are. I was looking for ya.

Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you, I won't spy on you anymore.

Vaike: That ain't why I wanted to see ya. I... wanna apologize. In the
future, I promised to come back to ya and... I didn't. I'm sorry.

Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me!
It was a different you from a different time!

Vaike: Yeah, I get that. And I also know you're not my son. ...Not exactly,
anyway.

Yarne: ......

Vaike: We ain't just from different times--- we're from different VERSIONS of
time. And yet Ol' Vaike thinks of ya as family all the same. I hope to give
ya the things that the father in your future couldn't. ...That is what you
want, ain't it?

Yarne: I... I guess it is, yes. I know it's not right, but I can't help but
think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other
women.
I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving Mother and being someone else's
father. It would be like losing him all over again.

Vaike: Yarne, what if I made ya another promise? I swear by all I hold dear
that I'll survive and that I'll never abandon your mother. I love ya both
more than anything in this world. I'd do anything for ya.

Yarne: I... I don't know what to say. Except... thank you. Because this time,
I believe you'll keep your promise.

Vaike: Great!

Yarne: Phew! Now maybe I can relax and stop worrying about vanishing from
history... You're such a great father! Who's a good father? Yes, whooo's a
good father?!

Vaike: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but do ya have to pet me like a dog
while ya say it?
=====================================================
20. Kellam C

Yarne: ..... .....

Kellam: Um, Yarne? Is there a reason you're staring at me like that?

Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on
Mother.

Kellam: Wh-what?! Cheating? I would never do such a thing! I've been faithful
to Panne since the day I proposed!

Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth...

Kellam: Why would you think I was cheating?! ...Is someone spreading rumors?

Yarne: Nope. The idea just popped into my head the other day. You see, I got
to thinking... What would happen if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't good
enough?

Kellam: Huh?

Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both
stayed alive. Eventually you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be
guaranteed. But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman
before I was born. The very instant you made the decision. I would just wink
out of existence! The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrrrr...

Kellam: Huh. I guess I see your point...

Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you
toe the line!

Kellam: Now hold on just one minute!

Yarne: Don't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during
battle.
..Just so long as the fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway, I've
got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you!

Kellam: Oh, for gods' sake...
=====================================================
Kellam B

Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father.

Kellam: What's wrong, Yarne? You look as if your world is about to end.

Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking
about?

Kellam: Um... the number of masterful blows I struck against our foes?

Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To
think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating!
You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to vanish as a result! I just
know it!

Kellam: Yarne, calm down. I was just being polite... Pleasantries and tactics
and such.

Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent
hearing.

Kellam: *Sigh* Oh, believe me, I know all about that... But you have to
understand, I must talk to my fellow soldiers--men and women both. When
you're in the thick of a battle, it's vital you know who you're fighting
with. I mean, what if someone said you couldn't talk to Lucina ever again?

Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem.

Kellam: I'm glad you understand. But I wish you would just trust me when I
say I would never cheat on your mother!

Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what
about the future? How do I know you'll never change your mind? I mean, you
once promised me that you'd return home... but you never did...

Kellam: ...Ah.

Yarne: ...Er, forget I said that. It doesn't matter. I won't spy on you
anymore. But if you break another promise and cheat on Mother, I won't ever
forgive you!

Kellam: ...Hmm, I think I understand now. In Yarne's future, I die and become
the memory of a broken promise...
=====================================================
Kellam A

Kellam: There you are, Yarne. I was looking for you.

Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you, I won't spy on you anymore.

Kellam: That's not why I wanted to see you. I... want to apologize. In the
future, I promised to come back to you and... I didn't. I'm sorry.

Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me!
It was a different you from a different time!

Kellam: Yes, I understand that. And I also know that you're not my son.
..Not exactly, anyway.

Yarne: ......

Kellam: We're not just from different times, but from different versions of
time.  And yet I think of you as my family all the same. I hope to give you
the things that the father in your future couldn't. ...That is what you want,
isn't it?

Yarne: I... I guess it is, yes. I know it's not right, but I can't help but
think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other
women. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving Mother and being someone
else's father. It would be like losing him all over again.

Kellam: Yarne, what if I made another promise? I swear by all I hold dear
that I will survive and that I will never abandon your mother.  I love you
both more than anything in this world. I would do anything for you.

Yarne: I... I don't know what to say. Except... thank you. Because this time,
I believe you'll keep your promise.

Kellam: Good!

Yarne: Phew! Now maybe I can relax and stop worrying about vanishing from
history... You're such a great father! Who's a good father? Yes, whooo's a
good father?!

Kellam: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but must you pet me like a dog
while you say it?
=====================================================
20. Lon'qu C

Yarne: ..... ......

Lon'qu: ...Yarne, what are you staring at?

Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on
Mother.

Lon'qu: What?! Cheating? I'd never do such a thing! You know Panne is the
only woman I can stand to be near.

Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth...

Lon'qu: Why would you think I was cheating? ...Is someone spreading rumors?

Yarne: Nope. The idea just popped into my head the other day. You see, I got
to thinking... What would happen if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't good
enough?

Lon'qu: ...Huh?

Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both
stayed alive. Eventually you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be
guaranteed.
But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman before I was
born. The very instant you made the decision. I would just wink out of
existence!
The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrrrr...

Lon'qu: This is ridiculous...

Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you
toe the line!

Lon'qu: Now hold on just one minute!

Yarne: Don't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during
battle.
..Just so long as the fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway, I've
got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you!

Lon'qu: ......
=====================================================
Lon'qu B

Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father.

Lon'qu: What's wrong, Yarne? You look as if your world is about to end.

Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking
about?

Lon'qu: The number of decisive blows I struck against our foes?

Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To
think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating!
You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to vanish as a result! I just
know it!

Lon'qu: Yarne, settle down. I was just being polite. They approached me and I
responded.

Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent
hearing.

Lon'qu: *Sigh* Believe me, I know all about that... But you have to
understand, talking to my fellow soldiers--men and women both. When you're in
the thick of a battle, it's vital you know who you're fighting with. Think
about it- what if someone said you couldn't talk to Lucina ever again?

Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem.

Lon'qu: I'm glad you get it. You should know by now that I'm not the cheating
type.

Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what
about the future? How do I know you'll never change your mind? I mean, you
once promised me that you'd return home... but you never did...

Lon'qu: ...Ah.

Yarne: ...Er, forget I said that. It doesn't matter. I won't spy on you
anymore. But if you break another promise and cheat on Mother, I won't ever
forgive you!

Lon'qu: ...I think I understand now. In Yarne's future, I die and become the
memory of a broken promise...
=====================================================
Lon'qu A

Lon'qu: There you are. I was looking for you.

Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you, I won't spy on you anymore.

Lon'qu: That's not why I wanted to see you. I... want to apologize. In the
future, I promised to come back to you and... I didn't. I'm sorry.

Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me!
It was a different you from a different time!

Lon'qu: Yes, I know. And I also know that you're not my son. ...Not exactly,
anyway.

Yarne:......

Lon'qu: We're not just from different times, but from different versions of
time. And yet I think of you as my family all the same. I hope to give you
the things that the father in your future couldn't. ...That is want you want,
isn't it?

Yarne: I... I guess it is, yes. I know it's not right, but I can't help but
think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other
women. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving Mother and being someone
else's father. It would be like losing him all over again.

Lon'qu: Then I shall make you another promise. I swear by all I hold dear
that I will survive and that I will never abandon your mother. I love you
both more than anything in this world. I would do anything for you.

Yarne: I... I don't know what to say. Except... thank you. Because this time,
I believe you'll keep your promise.

Lon'qu: Excellent.

Yarne: Phew! Now maybe I can relax and stop worrying about vanishing from
history... You're such a great father! Who's a good father? Yes, whooo's a
good father?!

Lon'qu: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but must you pet me like a dog
while you say it...?
=====================================================
20. Donnel C

Yarne: ..... ......

Donnel: Um, Yarne? Is there a reason yer starin' at me like that?

Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on
Mother.

Donnel: Wh-what?! Cheatin'? I'd never do such a low-down thing! I've been
faithful to yer ma since the day I proposed!

Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth...

Donnel: Why would ya think I was cheatin'? ...Is someone spreadin' gossip?

Yarne: Nope. The idea just popped into my head the other day. You see, I got
to thinking... What would happen if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't good
enough?

Donnel: I reckon I don't rightly know.

Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both
stayed alive. Eventually you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be
guaranteed.
But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman before I was
born. The very instant you made the decision. I would just wink out of
existence!
The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrrrr...

Donnel: ...Gosh, I guess I see yer point.

Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you
toe the line!

Donnel: Now wait just a cotton-pickin' minute!

Yarne: Don't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during
battle.
..Just so long as the fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway, I've
got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you!

Donnel: Aw, horse pucky...
=====================================================
Donnel B

Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father.

Donnel: What's wrong, Yarne? Ya look sadder'n a pig without slop.

Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking
about?

Donnel: Um... The number of crushin' blows I done struck against our foes?

Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To
think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating!
You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to vanish as a result! I just
know it!

Donnel: Yarne, cool down. I was just bein' polite. Pleasantries and tactics
and all.

Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent
hearing.

Donnel: *Sigh* Believe you me, I know all about that... But ya gotta
understand, I needs to talk to my fellow soldiers--fellas and gals both. When
yer in the thick of a battle, it's vital you know who yer fightin' with. I
mean, what if someone said ya couldn't talk to Lucina ever again?

Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem.

Donnel: I'm glad ya understand. But I wish you'd just trust me when I say I
got no intention of cheatin' on yer ma!

Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what
about the future? How do I know you'll never change your mind? I mean, you
once promised me that you'd return home... but you never did...

Donnel: ...Ah.

Yarne: ...Er, forget I said that. It doesn't matter. I won't spy on you
anymore. But if you break another promise and cheat on Mother, I won't ever
forgive you!

Donnel: ...Hmm, I think I get it now. In Yarne's future, I die and become the
memory of a broken promise...
=====================================================
Donnel A

Donnel: There ya are, Yarne. I was lookin' for ya.

Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you, I won't spy on you anymore.

Donnel: This ain't anout that. I just wanted to apologize. In the future, I
promised to come back to ya and... well,  didn't. I'm sorry.

Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me!
It was a different you from a different time!

Donnel: Yes, I get that. And I also know that ya ain't my son. ...Not
exactly, anyway.

Yarne:......

Donnel: We ain't just from different times, but from different versions of
time. And yet I think of ya as my family all the same. I hope to give ya the
things that the father in yer future couldn't. ...That is want ya want, ain't
it?

Yarne: I... I guess it is, yes. I know it's not right, but I can't help but
think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other
women. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving Mother and being someone
else's father. It would be like losing him all over again.

Donnel: Yarne, what if I made ya another promise? I swear by all I hold dear
that I will survive and that I won't ever abandon yer mother. I love ya both
more'n anything in this here world. I'd do anythin' for ya.

Yarne: I... I don't know what to say. Except... thank you. Because this time,
I believe you'll keep your promise.

Donnel: Great!

Yarne: Phew! Now maybe I can relax and stop worrying about vanishing from
history... You're such a great father! Who's a good father? Yes, whooo's a
good father?!

Donnel: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but must ya pet me like a dog
while ya say it?
=====================================================
20. Ricken C

Yarne: ..... ......

Ricken: Um, Yarne? Is there a reason you're staring at me like that?

Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on
Mother.

Ricken: Wh-what?! Cheating? I'd never do such a thing! I've been faithful to
Panne since the day I proposed!

Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth...

Ricken: Why would you think I was cheating? ...Is someone spreading rumors?!

Yarne: Nope. The idea just popped into my head the other day. You see, I got
to thinking... What would happen if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't good
enough?

Ricken: Huh?

Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both
stayed alive. Eventually you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be
guaranteed.
But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman before I was
born. The very instant you made the decision. I would just wink out of
existence!
The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrrrr...

Ricken: ...Huh. I guess I see your point.

Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you
toe the line!

Ricken: Now hold on just one minute!

Yarne: Don't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during
battle.
..Just so long as the fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway, I've
got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you!

Ricken: Oh, for god's sake...
=====================================================
Ricken B

Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father.

Ricken: What's wrong, Yarne? You look as if your world is about to end.

Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking
about?

Ricken: Um... the number of masterful blows I struck against our foes?

Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To
think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating!
You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to vanish as a result! I just
know it!

Ricken: Yarne, calm down. It wasn't anything bad. They think of me as a cute,
little kid...

Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent
hearing.

Ricken: *Sigh* Believe me, I know all about that... But you have to
understand, I must talk to my fellow soldiers--men and women both. When
you're in the thick of a battle, it's vital you know who you're fighting
with. I mean, what if someone said you couldn't talk to Lucina ever again?

Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem.

Ricken: I'm glad you understand. But I wish you would just trust me when I
say I would never cheat on your mother!

Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what
about the future? How do I know you'll never change your mind? I mean, you
once promised me that you'd return home... but you never did...

Ricken: ...Ah.

Yarne: ...Er, forget I said that. It doesn't matter. I won't spy on you
anymore. But if you break another promise and cheat on Mother, I won't ever
forgive you!

Ricken: ...Hmm, I think I understand now. In Yarne's future, I die and become
the memory of a broken promise...
=====================================================
Ricken A

Ricken: There you are, Yarne. I was looking for you.

Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you, I won't spy on you anymore.

Ricken: That's not why I wanted to see you. I... want to apologize. In the
future, I promised to come back to you and... I didn't. I'm sorry.

Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me!
It was a different you from a different time!

Ricken: Yes, I understand that. And I also know that you're not my son.
..Not exactly, anyway.

Yarne:......

Ricken: We're not just from different times, but from different versions of
time. And yet I think of you as my family all the same. I hope to give you
the things that the father in your future couldn't. ...That is want you want,
isn't it?

Yarne: I... I guess it is, yes. I know it's not right, but I can't help but
think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other
women. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving Mother and being someone
else's father. It would be like losing him all over again.

Ricken: Yarne, what if I made another promise? I swear by all I hold dear
that I will survive and that I will never abandon your mother. I love you
both more than anything in this world. I would do anything for you.

Yarne: I... I don't know what to say. Except... thank you. Because this time,
I believe you'll keep your promise.

Ricken: Good!

Yarne: Phew! Now maybe I can relax and stop worrying about vanishing from
history... You're such a great father! Who's a good father? Yes, whooo's a
good father?!

Ricken: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but must you pet me like a dog
while you say it?
=====================================================
20. Gaius C

Yarne: ..... ......

Gaius: Um, Yarne? Is there a reason you're staring at me like that? Do I have
sugar on my face?

Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on
Mother.

Gaius: Wh-what?! Cheating? I'd never do such a thing! I've been faithful to
Panne since the day I proposed!

Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth...

Gaius: Why would you think I was cheating?! ...Is someone spreading rumors?

Yarne: Nope. The idea just popped into my head the other day. You see, I got
to thinking... What would happen if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't good
enough?

Gaius: Huh?

Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both
stayed alive. Eventually you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be
guaranteed.
But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman before I was
born. The very instant you made the decision. I would just wink out of
existence!
The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrrrr...

Gaius: ...I suppose you've got a point.

Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you
toe the line!

Gaius: Now hold on just one minute!

Yarne: Don't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during
battle.
..Just so long as the fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway, I've
got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you!

Gaius: ...The heck was all that about?
=====================================================
Gaius B

Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father.

Gaius: What's wrong, Yarne? You look like someone stole your dessert.

Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking
about?

Gaius: Um... the number of sweets I ate per hour?

Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To
think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating!
You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to vanish as a result! I just
know it!

Gaius: Yarne, calm down. I was just being polite. Pleasantries and tactics
and such.

Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent
hearing.

Gaius: *Sigh* Believe me, I know all about that... But you have to
understand, I must talk to my fellow soldiers--men and women both. When
you're in the thick of a battle, it's vital you know who you're fighting
with. I mean, what if someone said you couldn't talk to Lucina ever again?

Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem.

Gaius: I'm glad you understand. But I wish you would just trust me when I say
I would never cheat on your mother!

Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what
about the future? How do I know you'll never change your mind? I mean, you
once promised me that you'd return home... but you never did...

Gaius: ...Ah.

Yarne: ...Er, forget I said that. It doesn't matter. I won't spy on you
anymore. But if you break another promise and cheat on Mother, I won't ever
forgive you!

Gaius: ...Hmm, I think I understand now. In Yarne's future, I die and become
the memory of a broken promise...
=====================================================
Gaius A

Gaius: There you are, Yarne. I was looking for you.

Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you, I won't spy on you anymore.

Gaius: That's not why I wanted to see you. I... want to apologize. In the
future, I promised to come back to you and... I didn't. I'm sorry.

Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me!
It was a different you from a different time!

Gaius: Yes, I understand that. And I also know that you're not my son. ...Not
exactly, anyway.

Yarne:......

Gaius: We're not just from different times, but from different versions of
time. And yet I think of you as my family all the same. I hope to give you
the things that the father in your future couldn't. ...That is want you want,
isn't it?

Yarne: I... I guess it is, yes. I know it's not right, but I can't help but
think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other
women. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving Mother and being someone
else's father. It would be like losing him all over again.

Gaius: Yarne, what if I made another promise? I swear by all I hold dear that
I will survive and that I will never abandon your mother. I love you both
more than anything in this world. I would do anything for you.

Yarne: I... I don't know what to say. Except... thank you. Because this time,
I believe you'll keep your promise.

Gaius: Great.

Yarne: Phew! Now maybe I can relax and stop worrying about vanishing from
history... You're such a great father! Who's a good father? Yes, whooo's a
good father?!

Gaius: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but is the whole dog-petting thing
really necessary?
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20. Gregor C

Yarne: ..... .....

Gregor: Yarne, why do you stare at Gregor so?

Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on
Mother.

Gregor: Wh-what?! Cheating? Gregor never do such thing! Gregor has been
faithful to Panne since day of proposal!

Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth...

Gregor: Why you think Gregor make with the cheating? Is someone spreading
rumor?

Yarne: Nope. The idea just popped into my head the other day. You see, I got
to thinking... What would happen to me if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't
good enough?

Gregor: Gregor is... confused.

Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both
stayed alive. Eventually, you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be
guaranteed. But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman
before I was born. The very instant you made the decision, I would just wink
out of existence! The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrrrr...

Gregor: ...Hmm. You make decent point.

Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you
toe the line!

Gregor: Now hold on one minute!

Yarne: Don't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during
battle. ...Just so long as fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway,
I've got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you!

Gregor: Oy, Gregor need this like he need hole in head...
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Gregor B

Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father.

Gregor: What is wrong, Yarne? You look like dog stole your lunch.

Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking
about?

Gregor: Um... The number of killing blows Gregor strike against puny foes?

Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To
think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating!
You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to

Gregor: Yarne, please to be relaxing. Gregor was just being polite.

Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, Taguel have excellent
hearing.

Gregor: Oy, Gregor know all about that... But please understand, Gregor must
talk to fellow soldiers- men and women both. When in thick of the battle, it
is important to know one's comrades, yes? What if someone said you could not
talk to Lucina again? Hmm?

Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem.

Gregor: Is good you understand. But you must believe Gregor when he say he
would never cheat on your mother!

Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what
about the future? How do I know you'll never change your mind? I mean, you
once promised me that you'd return home... but you never did...

Gregor: ...Ah.

Yarne: ...Er, forget I said that. It doesn't matter. I won't spy on you
anymore. But if you break another promise and cheat on Mother, I won't ever
forgive you!

Gregor: ...Hmm, Gregor think he understand now. In Yarne's future, Gregor
dies and becomes memory of broken promise...
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Gregor A

Gregor: There you are, Yarne. Gregor was looking for you.

Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you, I won't spy on you anymore.

Gregor: Gregor did not come here to yell about spying. ...Gregor come to
apologize. In bleak future, Gregor promised to come back and... didn't. He is
sorry for this.

Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me!
It was a different you from a different time!

Gregor: Gregor knows you are not his son. ...Not exactly, anyway.

Yarne: ......

Gregor: We are not just from different time, but from different version of
time.
And yet Gregor think of you as family all the same. He hope to give you the
things that father in your future could not. ...Er, that is what you want,
yes?

Yarne: I... I guess it is, yes. I know it's not right, but I can't help but
think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other
women. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving Mother and being someone
else's father. It would be like losing him all over again.

Gregor: Yarne, what if Gregor make another promise? He swears by all he hold
dear to survive and to never abandon your mother. Gregor love you both more
than anything in this world. Would do anything for you!

Yarne: I... I don't know what to say. Except... thank you. Because this time,
I believe you'll keep your promise.

Gregor: Is good!

Yarne: Phew! Now maybe I can relax and stop worrying about vanishing from
history... You're such a great father! Who's a good father? Yes, whooo's a
good father?!

Gregor: Gregor appreciate thought, Yarne, but must you pet him like dog, too?
=====================================================
20. Libra C

Yarne: ..... .....

Libra: Um, Yarne? Is there a reason you're staring at me like that?

Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on
Mother.

Libra: By the gods, Yarne! Cheating? I'd never do such a thing! I've been
faithful to Panne since the day I proposed!

Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth...

Libra: Why would you think I was cheating?! ...Is someone spreading rumors?

Yarne: Nope. The idea just popped into my head the other day. You see, I got
to thinking... What would happen to me if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't
good enough?

Libra: Huh?

Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both
stayed alive. Eventually you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be
guaranteed. But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman
before I was born. The very instant you made the decision, I would just wink
out of existence! The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrrrr...

Libra: ...Hmm. I guess I see your point.

Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you
toe the line!

Libra: Now hold on just one minute!

Yarne: Don't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during
battle. ...Just so long as the fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway,
I've got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you!

Libra: *Sigh* Naga, give me strength...
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Libra B

Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father.

Libra: What's wrong, Yarne? You look as if your world is about to end.

Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking
about?

Libra: Hmm... The number of times I knelt down in prayer?

Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To
think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating!
You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to vanish as a result! I just
know it!

Libra: Yarne, calm down. I was just being polite. Pleasantries and tactics
and such.

Yarne: It sounded more like that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent
hearing.

Libra: Believe me, I know all about that... But you have to understand, I
must talk to my fellow soldiers- men and women both. When you're in the thick
of battle, it's vital you know who you're fighting with. I mean, what if
someone said you couldn't talk to Lucina ever again?

Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem.

Libra: I'm glad you understand. But I wish you would just trust me. I swear
in Naga's good name I would never cheat!

Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what
about the future? How do I know you'll never change your mind? I mean you
once promised me that you'd return home... but you never did...

Libra: ...Ah.

Yarne: ...Er, forget I said that. It doesn't matter. I won't spy on you
anymore. But if you break another promise and cheat on Mother, I won't ever
forgive you!

Libra: ...Hmm, I think I understand now. In Yarne's future, I die and become
the memory of a broken promise...
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Libra A

Libra: There you are, Yarne. I was looking for you.

Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you, I won't spy on you anymore.

Libra: That's not why I wanted to see you. I... want to apologize. In the
future, I promised to come back to you and... I didn't. I'm sorry.

Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me!
It was a different you from a different time!

Libra: Yes, I understand that. And I know you're not my son. ...Not exactly,
anyway.

Yarne: .....

Libra: We're not just from different times, but from different versions of
time. And yet I think of you as my family all the same. I hope to give you
the things that the father in your future couldn't. ...That is what you want,
isn't it?

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think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other
women. I couldn't bear the though of you leaving Mother and being someone
else's father. It would be like losing him all over again.

Libra: Yarne, what if I made another promise? I swear by all that's holy that
I will survive and that I will never abandon your mother. I love you both
more than anything in this world. I would do anything for you.

Yarne: I... I don't know what to say.Except... thank you. Because this time,
I believe you'll keep your promise.

Libra: Good!

Yarne: Phew! Now maybe I can relax and stop worrying about vanishing from
history... You're such a great father! Who's a good father? Yes, whooo's a
good father?!

Libra: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but must you pet me like a dog
while you say it?
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20. Henry C

Yarne: ..... .....

Henry: Hey, Yarne? Is there a reason you're staring at me like that?

Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on
Mother.

Henry: Wh-what?! Cheating? I'd never do such a thing! I've been faithful to
Panne since the day I proposed!

Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth...

Henry: Why would you think I was cheating?! ...Is someone spreading rumors?

Yarne: Nope. The idea just popped into my head the other day. You see, I got
to thinking... What would happen to me if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't
good enough?

Henry: Huh?

Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both
stayed alive. Eventually, you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be
guaranteed. But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman
before I was born. The very instant you made the decision, I would just wink
out of existence! The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrrrr...

Henry: Nya ha! Yeah, that would stink, eh?

Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you
toe the line!

Henry: Now hold on just one minute!

Yarne: Don't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during
battle. ...Just so long as fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway,
I've got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you!

Henry: Sheesh! What a worrywart...
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Henry B

Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father.

Henry: What's wrong, Yarne? You look like someone painted your coffin white.

Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking
about?

Henry: Um... The number of fatal curses I slung upon our foes?

Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To
think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating!
You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to

Henry: Easy, Yarne. I was just being friendly. Pleasantries and tactics and
all that.

Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, Taguel have excellent
hearing.

Henry: *Sigh* Believe me, I know all about that... But you have to
understand, I must talk to my fellow soldiers-- men and women both. They
often have great ideas about how to really mess with an enemy. I mean, what
if someone said you could't talk to Lucina ever again?

Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem.

Henry: Of course it would! But I wish you would just trust me when I say I
would never cheat on your mother...

Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what
about the future? How do I know you'll never change your mind? I mean, you
once promised me that you'd return home... but you never did...

Henry: ...Ah.

Yarne: ...Er, forget I said that. It doesn't matter. I won't spy on you
anymore. But if you break another promise and cheat on Mother, I won't ever
forgive you!

Henry: ...Ahh, I get it now. In Yarne's future, I die and become the memory
of a broken promise...
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Henry A

Henry: There you are, Yarne! I was looking for you.

Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you, I won't spy on you anymore.

Henry: That's not why I wanted to see you. I... wanna apologize. In the
future, I promised to come back to you and... I didn't. I'm sorry.

Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me!
It was a different you from a different time!

Henry: Yeah, I understand that. And I also know you're not my son. ...Not
exactly, anyway.

Yarne: ......

Henry: We're not just from different times, but from different versions of
time. And yet I think of you as my family all the same, ya know? I hope to
give you the things that the father in your future couldn't. ...That is what
you want, isn't it?

Yarne: I... I guess it is, yes. I know it's not right, but I can't help but
think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other
women. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving Mother and being someone
else's father. It would be like losing him all over again.

Henry: Yarne, what if I make another promise? I swear by all I hold dear that
I will survive and that I will never abandon your mother. I love you both
more than anything in this world. I would do anything for you.

Yarne: I... I don't know what to say. Except... thank you. Because this time,
I believe you'll keep your promise.

Henry: Nya ha! Great!

Yarne: Phew! Now maybe I can relax and stop worrying about vanishing from
history... You're such a great father! Who's a good father? Yes, whooo's a
good father?!

Henry: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but do you really have to pet him
like dog?!
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Severa^

21. Cordelia C

Cordelia: So, tell me about the future, Severa.

Severa: Why do you care? It's a different future. None of it will even happen
here.

Cordelia: Well, maybe not exactly, but parts of it might. ...Right?

Severa: How should I know? Gawds!

Cordelia: ...Are you upset about something?

Severa: No, I'm NOT upset. Stop prying, Mother.

Cordelia: I suppose it was the frown and furrowed brow that threw me off...

Severa: It's your fault for dredging up memories of the future. I don't want
any of it to happen again, and I don't want to think about it! Is that ALL
RIGHT with you?

Cordelia: ...I'm sorry, dear. I never stopped to think about how hard it must
have been for you. It was thoughtless of me. ...Forgive me?

Severa: Fine. As long as you learned your lesson...

Cordelia: Well then, let's talk about something else, shall we?

Severa: I don't have anything to say to you...

Cordelia: No? well, I have a mountain of questions for you! Come now. Indulge
your mother, just for a little while?

Severa: Ugh. All right, all right.

Cordelia: Wonderful. Thank you, dear.

Severa: Though if you REALLY want to thank me, you'd give me your dessert at
dinner...

Cordelia: ...All right, it's a deal.
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Cordelia B

Cordelia: Here you are, then. My dessert is yours once again.

Severa: ...Thanks. So, what do you want to know today?

Cordelia: Hmm, I know there was something I wanted to ask you... Ah, that's
it. Why didn't you choose to be a pegasus knight?

Severa: Ugh, because I'd sooner drink boiling tar than follow in your
footsteps...

Cordelia: ...That's just a bit harsh, isn't it?

Severa: If you want harsh, try living in the shadow of someone who's perfect
at everything. Trust me, it's a NIGHTMARE. Everyone loves you and respects
you and thinks you're pretty and smart and strong. I'm just a pile of dog
food...

Cordelia: Ah ha ha, that's quite a list of complements! I'm flattered, Severa

Severa: Hey, I'm just repeating what everybody ELSE says. I never said any of
that!

Cordelia: Oh? ...Then what DO you think of me? What sort of mother was i?

Severa: Perfect, of cour-- Er... *AHEM* I mean, you were a coldhearted,
selfish brute who abandoned your only daughter!

Cordelia: Severa, I... I'm so sorry. *sniff*

Severa: H-hey... No fair crying... I didn't mean it. Of course I didn't mean
it...
You were kind and pretty and strong and perfect... All right?! Are you happy
now...?

Cordelia: Ah... I'm sorry, dear, but yes, I am. It warms my heart to hear you
say that.

Severa: Whatever. We're done here!
(Severa leaves)

Cordelia: ...My, she is quick when she wants to be. Quicker than me, that's
for certain. But she doesn't need to know I became a pegasus knight because
I'm a lousy runner...
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Cordelia A

Cordelia: Oh, darn the luck... No dessert with today's rations, I'm afraid.

Severa: None?

Cordelia: Looks like I don't get my Severa time today.

Severa: Well... I SUPPOSE I could make an exception. Just for today. ...If
you insist.

Cordelia: Oh, I insist.

Severa: *Sigh* Fiiiiiiiine. What do we have to talk about this time?

Cordelia: How about today we make a promise?

Severa: Boooring...

Cordelia: A promise for the two of us as we build a new future together... A
promise that, no matter what, we'll never part with another sad farewell.

Severa: ...What if you break your promise?

Cordelia: No "ifs" this time. This one is absolute.

Severa: ...Absolutely absolute?

Cordelia: Absolutely.

Severa: ...... Well, I guess that's okay. ...I guess I can trust you now...

Cordelia: Of course you can, dear! ...Er but you didn't trust me before?

Severa: I've WANTED to for, like, ever! ...I wanted to tell you everything.
But then I thought about losing you again and it... I can't do it... I can't
be alone again! I WON'T!

Cordelia: And so you kept your distance. Aw, my poor girl...

Severa: I'm sorry, Mother... I'm so sorry! I didn't want to be cold, but I
knew once I let you in, there was no going back.

Cordelia: I'm so very glad you have. Thank you, Severa. You followed your
feelings, but there's nothing to fear now. You can trust me with anything,
and I'll do the same in return. Deal?

Severa: Oh, Mom! I love you so much!
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21. Frederick C

Severa: Hey! I think it's time for Daddy-Daughter Day!

Frederick: Er... what? Why?

Severa: Does a daughter NEED a reason to spend a little time with her
father?! Most fathers would be beside themselves with joy at even being
asked! Gawds!

Frederick: You're right-I should count my blessings. Well, then? Where shall
we go?

Severa: Into town! I spotted a whole line of shops with the CUTEST dresses...

Frederick: Dresses, huh? Well, I suppose you're at that age...

Severa: Age? Hee hee! In this timeline, you're not THAT much older than I am,
Daddy!

Frederick: Hmm... No, I suppose I'm not.

Severa: I bet most people seeing us side by side would think we were brother
and sister.

Frederick: Hmm, indeed. An odd thought, now that you mention it.

Severa: Odd? Is there something wrong with that? Are you embarrassed to be
seen with me?! You'd rather be with Mother, wouldn't you?

Frederick: Wha-?! N-not at all! You're adorable, honey!

Severa: Aw, you mean it? Yay! That's so sweet! So okay! In town, there's this
one dress I really, reeeally want! Would you hate me if I asked you to get it
for me? Would Mother be mad?

Frederick: I could never hate you, Severa. And I'm sure your mother wouldn't
mind. You're our daughter, you know? You can have anything you'd like.

Severa: Oh, thank you, Daddy! I love you so much!

Frederick: I love you too, Severa.

Severa: (...Pffft. Too easy.)
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Frederick B

Severa: Thanks again for all the shopping, Daddy! I felt like a total
princess when you bought everything I asked for!

Frederick: Severa, most royal houses couldn't afford to shop the way you just
did...

Severa: Daddy, are you listening?

Frederick: What? Y-yes, dear, I'm listening.

Severa: Good, good. So! I'd just looove to go on another shopping spree with
you! I spotted the most precious little accessory shop in a town near here
the other day!

Frederick: Sorry, pumpkin, but no.

Severa: Huh? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Daddy, are you... Are you mad
at me?

Frederick: Spare me the wounded treatment, Severa. No means no. We just
bought you plenty.

Severa: FINE, then! FINE! I guess I'll just wear RAGS! ...GAWDS!

Frederick: Boy, talk about an attitude change. Now, look. I'm not saying I
won't buy you anything ever...

Severa: Oooooh, you're not?!

Frederick: I'm just saying you'll have to earn it. If you help out around
camp with chores and such, I'll treat you to something nice.

Severa: EXCUSE me? What is this-my allowance?! I'm not a child!

Frederick: No? Then stop acting like one. This is for your own good, Severa.
A little hardship in one's youth builds character.

Severa: I dealt with a LOT more than hardship back in the future, thank you!

Frederick: Well, my decision is final. I won't continue to just buy whatever
you like. If there's something you want, you'll have to work for it.

Severa: FINE! Whatever! ...I'll do your stupid chores. But I expect some
SERIOUS returns, is that clear?!

Frederick: *Sigh* I sure hope that character starts building soon...
=====================================================
Frederick A

Severa: Apply the whetstone to the blade at an angle, and then... Gah, not
again! That's the fifth one that broke! Nothing EVER goes right for me!

Frederick: Er, Severa? What are you doing?

Severa: I'm sharpening these stupid weapons that won't stay sharp! Gawds! You
told me to help out, right? So I'm helping.

Frederick: ...And that pile of broken swords behind you?

Severa: It's not my fault they're defective! They all, like, fell apart and
stuff! Sorry I'm not PERFECT at everything like Mother! Sorry I'm SO STUPID!
I get it-I'm useless! You should just drown me in a sack...

Frederick: Severa, I think you're overreact-

Severa: I burn everything I try to cook... I just about beheaded a horse
while chopping wood... I'm no help to anyone! I'm just a bunch of lame
deadweight. You must've had high hopes, too, given Mother's history. I'm such
a disappointment.

Frederick: ......

Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it!

Frederick:
I'm not disappointed, Severa. I couldn't be happier that you came back to us.

Severa: Oh, please. Are you mocking me? Do you really think I'm that stupid?
All my life, every time I mess something up, people compare me to Mother! And
you're closer to her than anyone! I KNOW you think I don't measure up.

Frederick: You're your own woman, Severa. I wouldn't compare you to anyone.
You're my daughter and my treasure, and I know your mother feels the same.

Severa: Wha-?!

Frederick: I love you, and I'm behind you no matter what happens. So no more
talk of being a disappointment. It makes me feel like I failed you as a
father.

Severa: What? No! Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I... I didn't...
WAAAAAAAAAH...

Frederick: Don't cry. You've been through a lot, I know, but it's all right
now. I'm sorry for saying you needed more hardship before. I know it's been
hard... But I'll do all I can to keep you from ever suffering again. And hey-
you HAVE been doing your chores. So how about that reward now?

Severa: No. I don't need it. I don't need anything but you, Daddy! But if you
die on me again, I'll never forgive you!

Frederick: I'm not going anywhere this time, Severa. I promise.
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21. Virion C

Severa: Hey! I think it's time for Daddy-Daughter Day!

Virion: Er... what? Why?

Severa: Does a daughter NEED a reason to spend a little time with her
father?!
Most fathers would be beside themselves with joy at even being asked! Gawds!

Virion: You're right--I should count my blessings. Well, then? Where shall we
go?

Severa: Into town! I spotted a whole line of shops with the CUTEST dresses...

Virion: Dresses, is it? Well, I suppose you're at that age...

Severa: Age? Hee hee! In this timeline, you're not much older than I am,
Daddy!

Virion: Hmm... No, I suppose I'm not.

Severa: I bet most people seeing us side by side would think we were brother
and sister.

Virion: Hmm, indeed... An odd thought, now that you mention it.

Severa: Odd? Is there something wrong with that? Are you embarrassed to be
seen with me?! You'd rather be with Mother, wouldn't you?

Virion: Wha--?! N-not at all! I am proud to have you at my side, my dear.

Severa: Aw, you mean it? Yay! That's so sweet! So okay! In town, there's this
one dress I really, reeeally want! Would you hate me if I asked you to get it
for me? Would Mother be mad?

Virion: I could never hate you, Severa. And I'm sure your mother won't mind.
You're our precious daughter! You can have anything you'd like.

Severa: Oh, thank you, Daddy! I love you so much!

Virion: Oh, what a charmer you are!

Severa: (...Pffft. Too easy.)
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Virion B

Severa: Thanks again for all the shopping, Daddy! I felt like a total
princess when you bought everything I asked for!

Virion: Most royal houses couldn't afford to shop the way you just did...

Severa: Daddy, are you listening?

Virion: What? Y-yes, dear, I'm listening.

Severa: Good, good. So! I'd just looove to go on another shopping spree with
you! I spotted the most precious little accessory shop in a town near here
the other day!

Virion: Sorry, my dear, but no.

Severa: Huh? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Daddy, are you... Are you mad
at me?

Virion: Spare me the wounded treatment, sweetheart. No means no. We just
bought you plenty.

Severa: FINE, then! FINE! I guess I'll just wear RAGS! ...GAWDS!

Virion: Goodness, talk about an attitude change... Now, look. I'm not saying
I won't buy you anything ever...

Severa: Oooooh, you're not?!

Virion: I'm just saying you'll have to earn it. If you help out around camp
with chores and such, I'll treat you to something nice.

Severa: EXCUSE me? What is this--my allowance?! I'm not a child!

Virion: No? Then stop acting like one. This is for your own good, Severa. A
little hardship in one's youth builds character.

Severa: I dealt with a LOT more than hardship back in the future, thank you!

Virion: Well, my decision is final. I won't continue to shower you with
whatever you like. If there's something you want, you're going to work for
it.

Severa: FINE! Whatever! ...I'll do your stupid chores. But I expect some
SERIOUS returns, is that clear?!

Virion: *Sigh* I sure hope that character starts building soon...
=====================================================
Virion A

Severa: Apply the whetstone to the blade at an angle, and then... Gah, not
again!
That's the fifth one that broke! Nothing EVER goes right for me!

Virion: Er, Severa? What are you doing?

Severa: I'm sharpening these stupid weapons that won't stay sharp! Gawds! You
told me to help out, right? So I'm helping.

Virion: ...And that pile of broken swords behind you?

Severa: It's not my fault they're defective! They all, like, fell apart and
stuff! Sorry I'm not PERFECT at everything like Mother! Sorry I'm SO STUPID!
I get it--I'm useless! You should just drown me in a sack...

Virion: Severa, I think you're overreact--

Severa: I burn everything I try to cook... I just about beheaded a horse
while chopping wood... I'm no help to anyone! I'm just a bunch of lame
deadweight. You must've had high hopes, too, given Mother's history. I'm such
a disappointment.

Virion: ......

Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it!

Virion: I'm not disappointed, Severa. I couldn't be happier that you came
back to us.

Severa: Oh, please. Are you mocking me? Do you really think I'm that stupid?
All my life, every time I mess something up, people compare me to Mother! And
you're closer to her than anyone! I KNOW you think I don't measure up.

Virion: You're your own woman, Severa. I wouldn't compare you to anyone.
You're my daughter and my treasure, and I know your mother feels the same.

Severa: Wha--?!

Virion: I love you, my dear, and I'm behind you no matter what happens. So no
more talk of being a disappointment! It makes me feel like I failed you as a
father.

Severa: What? No! Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I... I didn't...
WAAAAAAAAAH...

Virion: Don't cry. You've been through a lot, I know, but it's all right now.
I'm sorry for saying you needed more hardship before. I know it's been
hard... But I'll do all I can to keep you from ever suffering again. And
since you HAVE been doing your chores, how about that reward now?

Severa: No. I don't need it. I don't need anything but you, Daddy! But if you
die on me again, I'll never forgive you!

Virion: I'm not going anywhere this time. I promise.
=====================================================
21. Stahl C

Severa: Hey! I think it's time for Daddy-Daughter Day!

Stahl: Er... what? Why?

Severa: Does a daughter NEED a reason to spend a little time with her
father?!
Most fathers would be beside themselves with joy at even being asked! Gawds!

Stahl: You're right--I should count my blessings. Well, then? Where shall we
go?

Severa: Into town! I spotted a whole line of shops with the CUTEST dresses...

Stahl: Dresses, huh? Well, I suppose you're at that age...

Severa: Age? Hee hee! In this timeline, you're not much older than I am,
Daddy!

Stahl: Hmm... No, I suppose I'm not.

Severa: I bet most people seeing us side by side would think we were brother
and sister.

Stahl: Hmm, yes... Kind of an odd thought, now that you mention it.

Severa: Odd? Is there something wrong with that? Are you embarrassed to be
seen with me?! You'd rather be with Mother, wouldn't you?

Stahl: Wha--?! N-not at all! You're adorable, honey!

Severa: Aw, you mean it? Yay! That's so sweet! So okay! In town, there's this
one dress I really, reeeally want! Would you hate me if I asked you to get it
for me? Would Mother be mad?

Stahl: I could never hate you, Severa. And I'm sure your mother won't mind.
You're our daughter, you know? You can have anything you'd like.

Severa: Oh, thank you, Daddy! I love you so much!

Stahl: Heh, I love you too, Severa.

Severa: (...Pffft. Too easy.)
=====================================================
Stahl B

Severa: Thanks again for all the shopping, Daddy! I felt like a total
princess when you bought everything I asked for!

Stahl: Most royal houses couldn't afford to shop the way you just did...

Severa: Daddy, are you listening?

Stahl: What? Y-yes, dear, I'm listening.

Severa: Good, good. So! I'd just looove to go on another shopping spree with
you! I spotted the most precious little accessory shop in a town near here
the other day!

Stahl: Sorry, pumpkin, but no.

Severa: Huh? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Daddy, are you... Are you mad
at me?

Stahl: Spare me the wounded treatment, Severa. No means no. We just bought
you plenty.

Severa: FINE, then! FINE! I guess I'll just wear RAGS! ...GAWDS!

Stahl: Geez, talk about an attitude change. Now, look. I'm not saying I won't
buy you anything ever...

Severa: Oooooh, you're not?!

Stahl: I'm just saying you'll have to earn it. If you help out around camp
with chores and such, I'll treat you to something nice.

Severa: EXCUSE me? What is this--my allowance?! I'm not a child!

Stahl: No? Then stop acting like one. This is for your own good, Severa. A
little hardship in one's youth builds character.

Severa: I dealt with a LOT more than hardship back in the future, thank you!

Stahl: Well, my decision is final. I won't continue to just buy you whatever
you like. If there's something you want, you'll have to work for it.

Severa: FINE! Whatever! ...I'll do your stupid chores. But I expect some
SERIOUS returns, is that clear?!

Stahl: *Sigh* I sure hope that character starts building soon...
=====================================================
Stahl A

Severa: Apply the whetstone to the blade at an angle, and then... Gah, not
again!
That's the fifth one that broke! Nothing EVER goes right for me!

Stahl: Er, Severa? What are you doing?

Severa: I'm sharpening these stupid weapons that won't stay sharp! Gawds! You
told me to help out, right? So I'm helping.

Stahl: ...And that pile of broken swords behind you?

Severa: It's not my fault they're defective! They all, like, fell apart and
stuff! Sorry I'm not PERFECT at everything like Mother! Sorry I'm SO STUPID!
I get it--I'm useless! You should just drown me in a sack...

Stahl: Severa, I think you're overreact--

Severa: I burn everything I try to cook... I just about beheaded a horse
while chopping wood... I'm no help to anyone! I'm just a bunch of lame
deadweight. You must've had high hopes, too, given Mother's history. I'm such
a disappointment.

Stahl: ......

Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it!

Stahl: I'm not disappointed, Severa. I couldn't be happier that you came back
to us.

Severa: Oh, please. Are you mocking me? Do you really think I'm that stupid?
All my life, every time I mess something up, people compare me to Mother! And
you're closer to her than anyone! I KNOW you think I don't measure up.

Stahl: You're your own woman, Severa. I wouldn't compare you to anyone.
You're my daughter and my treasure, and I know your mother feels the same.

Severa: Wha--?!

Stahl: I love you, honey, and I'm behind you no matter what happens. So no
more talk of being a disappointment! It makes me feel like I failed you as a
father.

Severa: What? No! Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I... I didn't...
WAAAAAAAAAH...

Stahl: Don't cry. You've been through a lot, I know, but it's all right now.
I'm sorry for saying you needed more hardship before. I know it's been
hard... But I'll do all I can to keep you from ever suffering again. And hey-
-you HAVE been doing your chores. So how about that reward now?

Severa: No. I don't need it. I don't need anything but you, Daddy! But if you
die on me again, I'll never forgive you!

Stahl: I'm not going anywhere this time. I promise.
=====================================================
21. Vaike C

Severa: Hey! I think it's time for Daddy Daughter Day!

Vaike: Er... what? Why?

Severa: Does a daughter NEED a reason to spend a little time with her
father?!
Most fathers would be beside themselves with joy at even being asked! Gawds!

Vaike: You're right--I should count my blessings! Well, then? Where ya wanna
go?

Severa: Into town! I spotted a whole line of shops with the CUTEST dresses...

Vaike: Dresses, eh? Well, I suppose ya are at that age...

Severa: Age? Hee hee! In this timeline you're not much older than I am,
Daddy!

Vaike: Hah! Good point!

Severa: I bet most people seeing us side by side would think we are brother
and sister.

Vaike: Hmm, yeah... That would be odd, huh?

Severa: Odd? Is there something wrong with that? Are you embarrassed to be
seen with me?! You'd rather be with Mother, wouldn't you?

Vaike: Wha--?! Aw, come on! That ain't it at all! You're completely adorable,
hon!

Severa: Aw, you mean it? Yay! That's so sweet! So okay! In town, there's this
one dress I really, reeeally want! Would you hate me if I asked you to get it
for me? Would Mother be mad?

Vaike: I could never hate ya, Severa. And I'm sure your mother won't mind.
You're our daughter, you know? You can have anythin' ya want.

Severa: Oh, thank you, Daddy. I love you so much!

Vaike: Heh heh! I love ya too, kid.

Severa: (...Pffft. Too easy.)
=====================================================
Vaike B

Severa: Thanks again for all the shopping, Daddy! I felt like a total
princess when you bought everything I asked for!

Vaike: I'm pretty sure most royal houses couldn't afford to shop the way you
just did...

Severa: Daddy, are you listening?

Vaike: What? Y-yes, dear, I'm listenin'.

Severa: Good, good. So! I'd just looove to go on another shopping spree with
you! I spotted the most precious little accessory shop in a town near here
the other day!

Vaike: Sorry, pumpkin, but no.

Severa: Huh? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Daddy, are you... Are you mad
at me?

Vaike: Urgh, spare me the puppy-dog eyes, please... No means no, kid. We just
bought ya all that stuff...

Severa: FINE, then! FINE! I guess I'll just wear RAGS! ...GAWDS!

Vaike: Yeesh, talk about an attitude change! Now, look. I ain't sayin' I
won't buy ya anythin' ever...

Severa: Oooooh, you're not?!

Vaike: I'm just sayin' you'll have to earn it. If ya help out around camp
with chores and such, I'll treat ya to something nice.

Severa: EXCUSE me? What is this-- my allowance?! I'm not a child!

Vaike: No? Then stop actin' like one! This is for your own good, Severa. A
little hardship in your youth builds character.

Severa: I dealt with a LOT more than hardship back in the future, thank you!

Vaike: Well, my mind's made up. I won't continue to just buy ya whatever ya
like.
If there's somethin' ya want, you'll have to work for it.

Severa: FINE! Whatever! ...I'll do your stupid chores. But I expect some
SERIOUS returns, is that clear?!

Vaike: *Sigh* Sure hope that character starts buildin' soon...
=====================================================
Vaike A

Severa: Apply the whetstone to the blade at an angle, and then... Gah, not
again!
That's the fifth one that broke! Nothing EVER goes right for me!

Vaike: Er, Severa? Whatcha doin'?

Severa: I'm sharpening these stupid weapons that won't stay sharp! Gawds!
You told me to help out, right? So I'm helping.

Vaike: ...And that pile of broken swords behind ya?

Severa: It's not my fault they're defective! They all, like, fell apart and
stuff! Sorry I'm not PERFECT at everything like Mother! Sorry I'm SO STUPID!
I get it--I'm useless! You should just drown me in a sack...

Vaike: Er, I think you're overreact--

Severa: I burn everything I try to cook... I just about beheaded a horse
while chopping wood... I'm no help to anyone! I'm just a bunch of lame
deadweight. You must've had high hopes, too, given Mother's history. I'm such
a disappointment.

Vaike: ......

Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it!

Vaike: I ain't disappointed, Severa. I couldn't be happier ya came back to
us.

Severa: Oh, please. Are you mocking me? Do you really think I'm that stupid?
All my life, every time I mess something up, people compare me to Mother! And
you're closer to her than anyone! I KNOW you think I don't measure up.

Vaike: You're your own woman, Severa. I wouldn't compare ya to anyone.
You're my daughter and my treasure, and I know your mother feels the same.

Severa: Wha--?!

Vaike: I love ya, kid, and I'm behind ya no matter what. So no more talk of
bein' a disappointment! It makes me feel like I failed ya as a father.

Severa: What? No! Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I... I didn't...
WAAAAAAAAAH...

Vaike: Aw, don't cry. You've been through a lot, I know, but it's all right
now. I'm sorry for sayin' ya needed more hardship before. I know it's been
hard... But I'll do all I can to keep ya from ever suffering again. and hey--
ya HAVE been doin' your chores! So how about that reward now?

Severa: No. I don't need it. I don't need anything but you, Daddy! But if you
die on me again, I'll never forgive you!

Vaike: I ain't goin' anywhere this time. I promise.
=====================================================
21. Kellam C

Severa: Hey! I think it's time for Daddy-Daughter Day!

Kellam: Er... what? Why?

Severa: Does a daughter NEED a reason to spend a little time with her
father?!Most fathers would be beside themselves with joy at even being asked!
Gawds!

Kellam: You're right-I should count my blessings. Well, then? Where shall we
go?

Severa: Into town! I spotted a whole line of shops with the CUTEST dresses...

Kellam: Dresses, huh? Well, I suppose you're at that age...

Severa: Age? Hee hee! In this timeline, you're not much older than I am,
Daddy!

Kellam: Hmm... No, I suppose I'm not.

Severa: I bet most people seeing us side by side would think we were brother
and sister.

Kellam: Er, yeah... An odd thought, now that you mention it.

Severa: Odd? Is there something wrong with that? Are you embarrassed to be
seen with me?! You'd rather be with Mother, wouldn't you?

Kellam: Wha-?! N-not at all! You're adorable, honey!

Severa: Aw, you mean it? Yay! That's so sweet! So okay! In town, there's this
one dress I really, reeeally want! Would you hate me if I asked you to get it
for me? Would Mother be mad?

Kellam: I could never hate you, Severa. And I'm sure your mother won't mind.
You're our daughter, you know? You can have anything you'd like.

Severa: Oh, thank you. Daddy! I love you so much!

Kellam: Heh heh! I love you too, Severa...

Severa: (...Pffft. Too easy.)
=====================================================
Kellam B

Severa: Thanks again for all the shopping, Daddy! I felt like a total
princess when you bought everything I asked for!

Kellam: Most royal houses couldn't afford to shop the way you just did...

Severa: Daddy, are you listening?

Kellam: What? Y-yes, dear. I'm listening...

Severa: Good, good. So! I'd just looove to go an another shopping spree with
you! I spotted the most precious little accessory shop in a town near here
the other day!

Kellam: Sorry, pumpkin, but no.

Severa: Huh? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Daddy, are you... Are you mad
at me?

Kellam: Spare me the wounded treatment, Severa. No means no. We just bought
you plenty.

Severa: FINE, then! FINE! I guess I'll just wear RAGS! ...GAWDS!

Kellam: Yeesh, talk about an attitude change. Now, look. I'm not saying I
won't buy you anything ever...

Severa: Ooooooh, you're not?!

Kellam: I'm just saying you'll have to earn it. If you help out around camp
with chores and such. I'll treat you to something nice.

Severa: EXCUSE me? What is this-my allowance?! I'm not a child!

Kellam: No? Then stop acting like one. This is for your own good, Severa. A
little hardship in one's youth builds character.

Severa: I dealt with a LOT more hardship back in the future, thank you!

Kellam: Well my decision is final. I won't continue to just buy you whatever
you like. If there's something you want, you'll have to work for it.

Severa: FINE! Whatever! ...I'll do your stupid chores. But I expect some
SERIOUS returns, is that clear?!

Kellam: *Sigh* I sure hope that character starts building soon...
=====================================================
Kellam A

Severa: Apply the whetstone to the blade at an angle, and then... Gah, not
again!
That's the fifth one that broke! Nothing EVER goes right for me!

Kellam: Er, Severa? What are you doing?

Severa: I'm sharpening these stupid weapons that won't stay sharp! Gawds! You
told me to help out, right? So I'm helping.

Kellam: ...And that pile of broken swords behind you?

Severa: It's not my fault they're defective! They all, like, fell apart and
stuff! Sorry I'm not PERFECT at everything like Mother. Sorry I'm SO STUPID!
I get it- I'm useless! You should just drown me in a sack...

Kellam: Severa, I think you're overreact-

Severa: I burn everything I try to cook... I just about beheaded a horse
while chopping wood... I'm no help to anyone! I'm just a bunch of lame
deadweight. You must've had high hopes, too, given Mother's history. I'm such
a disappointment.

Kellam: ......

Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it!

Kellam: I'm not disappointed, Severa. I couldn't be happier that you came
back to us.

Severa: Oh, please. Are you mocking me? Do you really think I'm that stupid?
All my life, every time I mess something up, people compare me to Mother! And
you're closer to her than anyone! I KNOW you think I don't measure up.

Kellam: You're your own woman, Severa. I wouldn't compare you to anyone.
You're my daughter and my treasure, and I know your mother feels the same...

Severa: Wha-?!

Kellam: I love you, honey, and I'm behind you no matter what happens. So no
more talk about being a disappointment! It makes me feel like I failed you as
a father.

Severa: What? No! Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I... I didn't...
WAAAAAAAAAAH...

Kellam: Don't cry. You've been through a lot, I know, but it's all right now.
I'm sorry for saying you need more hardship before. I know it's been hard...
But I'll do all that I can to keep you from ever suffering again. And hey-
you HAVE been doing your chores. So how about that reward now?

Severa: No. I don't need it. I don't need anything but you, Daddy! But if you
die on me again, I'll never forgive you!

Kellam: I'm not going anywhere this time, honey... I promise.
=====================================================
21. Lon'qu C

Severa: Hey! I think it's time for Daddy-Daughter Day!

Lon'qu: ...Why?

Severa: Does a daughter NEED a reason to spend a little time with her
father?!
Most fathers would be besie themselves with joy at even being asked! Gawds!

Lon'qu: You're right--- I should count my blessings. Well, then? Where shall
we go?

Severa: Into town! I spotted a whole line of shops with the CUTEST dresses...

Lon'qu: Dresses, huh? Well, I suppose you're at that age...

Severa: Age? Hee hee! In this timeline, you're not much older than I am,
Daddy!

Lon'qu: Hmm... I suppose not.

Severa: I bet most people seeing us side by side would think we were brother
and sister.

Lon;qu: That would be... odd.

Severa: Odd? Is there something wrong with that? Are you embarrassed to be
seen with me?! You'd rather be with Mother, wouldn't you?

Lon'qu: What? N-no, not at all... You're adorable, Severa.

Severa: Aw, you mean it? Yay! That's so sweet! So, okay! In town, there's
this one dress I really, reeeeally want! Would you hate me if I asked you to
get it for me? Would Mother be mad?

Lon'qu: I could never hate you, Severa. And I'm sure your mother won't mind.
Just... You know the deal. Keep your distance. And no hand-holding.

Severa: Oh, thank you, Daddy! I love you so much!

Lon'qu: *Sigh* Yeah, me too.

Severa: (...Pffft. Too easy.)
=====================================================
Lon'qu B

Severa: Thanks again for all the shopping, Daddy! I felt like a total
princess when you bought everything I asked for!

Lon'qu: Most royal houses couldn't afford to shop the way you just did...

Severa: Daddy, are you listening?

Lon'qu: I'm listening.

Severa: Good, good. So! I'd just looove to go on another shopping spree with
you! I spotted the most precious little accessory shop in a town near here
the other day!

Lon'qu: ...No.

Severa: Huh? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Daddy, are you... Are you mad
at me?

Lon'qu: Spare me the wounded treatment, Severa. No means no. We just bought
you plenty.

Severa: FINE, then! Fine! I guess I'll just wear RAGS! ...GAWDS!

Lon'qu: I wasn't suggesting... Oh, good grief. Look, I'm not saying I won't
buy you anything ever...

Severa: Oooooh, you're not?!

Lon'qu: I'm just saying you'll have to earn it. If you help out around camp
with chores and such, I'll treat you to something nice.

Severa: EXCUSE me? What is this--- my allowance?! I'm not a child!

Lon'qu: No? Then stop acting like one. This is for your own good, Severa. A
little hardship in one's youth builds character.

Severa: I dealt with a LOT more than hardship back in the future, thank you!

Lon'qu: Well, my decision is final. I won't continue to just buy you whatever
you like. If there's something you want, you'll have to work for it.

Severa: FINE! Whatever! ...I'll do your stupid chores. But I expect some
SERIOUS returns, is that clear?!

Lon'qu: *Sigh* Whatever you say...
=====================================================
Lon'qu A

Severa: Apply the whetstone to the blade at an angle, and then... Gah, not
again!
That's the fifth one that broke! Nothing EVER goes right for me!

Lon'qu: Severa? What are you doing?

Severa: I'm sharpening these stupid weapons that won't stay sharp! Gawds!
You told me to help out, right? So I'm helping.

Lon'qu: ...And that pile of broken swords behind you?

Severa: It's not my fault they're defective! They all, like fell apart and
stuff!
Sorry I'm not PERFECT at everything like Mother! Sorry I'm SO STUPID!
I get it--- I'm useless! You should just drown me in a sack...

Lon'qu: Severa, I think you're overreact---

Severa: I burn everything I try to cook... I just about beheaded a horse
while chopping wood... I'm no help to anyone! I'm just a bunch of lame
deadweight. You must've had high hopes, too, given Mother's history. I'm such
a disappointment.

Lon'qu: ......

Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it!

Lon'qu: I'm not disappointed, Severa. I couldn't be happier that you came to
us.

Severa: Oh, please. Are you mocking me? Do you really think I'm that stupid?
All my life, every time I mess something up, people compare me to Mother! And
you're closer to her than anyone! I KNOW you think I don't measure up.

Lon'qu: You're your own woman, Severa. I wouldn't compare you to anyone.
You're my daughter and my treasure, and I know your mother feels the same.

Severa: Wha---?!

Lon'qu: I'm behind you no matter what happens. So no more talk of being a
disappointment. It makes me feel as if I failed you as a father.

Severa: What? No! Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I... I didn't...
WAAAAAAAAAH...

Lon'qu: Don't cry. You've been through a lot, I know, but it's all right now.
I'm sorry for saying you needed more hardship before. I know it's been
hard... But I'll do all I can to keep you from ever suffering again. Okay?
And since you've been doing your chores, how about we claim that reward now?

Severa: No. I don't need it. I don't need anything but you, Daddy! But if you
die on me again, I'll never forgive you!

Lon'qu: I'm not going anywhere this time. I promise.
=====================================================
21. Donnel C

Severa: Hey! I think it's time for Daddy-Daughter Day!

Donnel: Er... what? Why?

Severa: Does a daughter NEED a reason to spend a little time with her
father?!
Most fathers would be beside themselves with joy at even being asked! Gawds!

Donnel: Aw, yer right- guess I should count m'self lucky. So where ya wanna
go?

Severa: Into town! I spotted a whole line of shops with the CUTEST dresses...

Donnel: Dresses, huh? Well, I reckon yer at that age...

Severa: Age? Hee hee! In this timeline, you're not much older than I am,
Daddy!

Donnel: Hmm... No, I s'pose I'm not.

Severa: I bet most people seeing us side by side would think we were brother
and sister.

Donnel: Hmm, yeah... Kind of an odd thought, now ya mention it.

Severa: Odd? Is there something wrong with that? Are you embarrassed to be
seen with me?! You'd rather be with Mother, wouldn't you?

Donnel: Wha-?! N-not at all! Yer cuter'n a pig in slop!

Severa: Aw, you mean it? Yay! That's so sweet! So okay! In town, there's this
one dress I really, reeeally want! Would you hate me if I asked you to get it
for me? Would Mother be mad?

Donnel: I could never hate ya, Severa. And I'm sure yer ma won't mind. Yer
our daughter, ya know? You can have whatever ya want!

Severa: Oh, thank you. Daddy! I love you so much!

Donnel: Aw, shucks! I love ya too, Severa.

Severa: (...Pffft. Too easy.)
=====================================================
Donnel B

Severa: Thanks again for all the shopping, Daddy! I felt like a total
princess when you bought everything I asked for!

Donnel: I reckon most royal houses couldn't afford to shop the way you just
did...

Severa: Daddy, are you listening?

Donnel: What? Y-yes, dear. I'm listenin'.

Severa: Good, good. So! I'd just looove to go an another shopping spree with
you! I spotted the most precious little accessory shop in a town near here
the other day!

Donnel: Sorry, pun'kin, but I gotta say no.

Severa: Huh? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Daddy, are you... Are you mad
at me?

Donnel: Don't go makin' puppy-dog eyes at me! No means no. We just bought ya
plenty.

Severa: FINE, then! FINE! I guess I'll just wear RAGS! ...GAWDS!

Donnel: Gosh, talk about yer attitude changes! Now, look. I'm ain't sayin' I
won't buy ya nothin' ever...

Severa: Ooooooh, you're not?!

Donnel: I'm just sayin' yer gonna have to earn it. If ya help out around camp
with chores and such. I'll treat ya to somethin' nice.

Severa: EXCUSE me? What is this-my allowance?! I'm not a child!

Donnel: No? Then stop actin' like one. This is for yer own good, Severa. A
little hardship in yer youth builds character.

Severa: I dealt with a LOT more hardship back in the future, thank you!

Donnel: Well, my decision's final. I ain't gonna just buy ya whatever ya like
no more. If there's somethin' ya want, you'll have to work for it.

Severa: FINE! Whatever! ...I'll do your stupid chores. But I expect some
SERIOUS returns, is that clear?!

Donnel: *Sigh* I sure hope that character starts buildin' soon...
=====================================================
Donnel A

Severa: Apply the whetstone to the blade at an angle, and then... Gah, not
again!
That's the fifth one that broke! Nothing EVER goes right for me!

Donnel: Er, Severa? Whatcha doin'?

Severa: I'm sharpening these stupid weapons that won't stay sharp! Gawds! You
told me to help out, right? So I'm helping.

Donnel: ...And that pile of broken swords behind ya?

Severa: It's not my fault they're defective! They all, like, fell apart and
stuff! Sorry I'm not PERFECT at everything like Mother. Sorry I'm SO STUPID!
I get it-I'm useless! You should just drown me in a sack...

Donnel: Hey, hold yer horses now! I think yer overreact-

Severa: I burn everything I try to cook... I just about beheaded a horse
while chopping wood... I'm no help to anyone! I'm just a bunch of lame
deadweight. You must've had high hopes, too, given Mother's history. I'm such
a disappointment.

Donnel: ......

Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it!

Donnel: I ain't disappointed, Severa. I couldn't be happier that ya came back
to us.

Severa: Oh, please. Are you mocking me? Do you really think I'm that stupid?
All my life, every time I mess something up, people compare me to Mother! And
you're closer to her than anyone! I KNOW you think I don't measure up.

Donnel: Yer your own woman, Severa. I wouldn't compare ya to anyone. Yer
m'daughter and m'treasure, and I know yer ma feels the same.

Severa: Wha-?!

Donnel: I love ya, honey, and I'm behind ya no matter what. So hush up about
bein' a disappointment! It makes me feel like a failure.

Severa: What? No! Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I... I didn't...
WAAAAAAAAAAH...

Donnel: Don't cry. Ya been through a lot, I know, but it's all right now. I'm
sorry how I said ya needed more hardship 'fore. I know it's been rough... But
I'll do all I can to keep ya from ever sufferin' again. And hey-ya HAVE been
doin' yer chores. So how's about that reward now?

Severa: No. I don't need it. I don't need anything but you, Daddy! But if you
die on me again, I'll never forgive you!

Donnel: I ain't goin' nowhere this time, hon. Cross m'heart and hope to spit!
=====================================================
21. Ricken C

Severa: Hey! I think it's time for Daddy-Daughter Day!

Ricken: Er... what? Why?

Severa: Does a daughter NEED a reason to spend a little time with her
father?! Most fathers would be beside themselves with joy at even being
asked! Gawds!

Ricken: You're right - I should count my blessings. Well, then? Where shall
we go?

Severa: Into town! I spotted a whole line of shops with the CUTEST dresses...

Ricken: Dresses, huh? Well, I suppose you're at that age...

Severa: Age? Hee hee! In this timeline, you're not much older than I am,
Daddy!

Ricken: Hah! I guess I'm not, no.

Severa: I bet most people seeing us side by side would think we were brother
and sister.

Ricken: Hmm, yeah, maybe. Kind of an odd thought, now that you mention it.

Severa: Odd? Is there something wrong with that? Are you embarrassed to be
seen with me?! You'd rather be with Mother, wouldn't you?

Ricken: Wha-?! N-not at all! You're adorable, honey!

Severa: Aw, you mean it? Yay! That's so sweet! So okay! In town, there's this
one dress I really, reeeally want! Would you hate me if I asked you to get it
for me? Would Mother be mad?

Ricken: I could never hate you, Severa. And I'm sure your mother wouldn't
mind. You're our daughter, you know? You can have anything you'd like.

Severa: Oh, thank you, Daddy! I love you so much!

Ricken: Heh heh! I love you too, Severa.

Severa: (...Pffft. Too easy.)
=====================================================
Ricken B

Severa: Thanks again for all the shopping, Daddy! I felt like a total
princess when you bought everything I asked for!

Ricken: Most royal houses couldn't afford to shop the way you just did...

Severa: Daddy, are you listening?

Ricken: What? Y-yes dear. I'm listening.

Severa: Good, good. So! I'd just looove to go on another shopping spree with
you! I spotted the most precious little accessory shop in a town near here
the other day!

Ricken: Sorry, pumpkin, but no.

Severa: Huh? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Daddy, are you... Are you mad
at me?

Ricken: Spare me the puppy-dog eyes, Severa. No means no. We just bought you
plenty.

Severa: FINE, then! FINE! I guess I'll just wear RAGS! ...GAWDS!

Ricken: Yeesh, talk about an attitude change. Now, look. I'm not saying I
won't buy you anything ever...

Severa: Oooooh, you're not?!

Ricken: I'm just saying you'll have to earn it. If you help out around camp
with chores and such, I'll treat you to something nice.

Severa: EXCUSE me? What is this - my allowance?! I'm not a child!
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Ricken: Well then stop acting like one! This is for your own good, Severa. A
little hardship in one's youth builds character.

Severa: I dealt with a LOT more than hardship back in the future, thank you!

Ricken: Look, my decision is final. I won't continue to just buy whatever you
like. If there's something you want, you'll have to work for it.

Severa: FINE! Whatever! ...I'll do your stupid chores. But I expect SERIOUS
returns, is that clear?!

Ricken: *Sigh* I sure hope that character starts building soon...
=====================================================
Ricken A

Severa: Apply the whetstone to the blade at an angle, and then... Gah, not
again! That's the fifth one that broke! Nothing EVER goes right for me!

Ricken: Er, Severa? What are you doing?

Severa: I'm sharpening these stupid weapons that won't stay sharp! Gawds! You
told me to help out, right? So I'm helping.

Ricken: ...And that pile of broken swords behind you?

Severa: It's not my fault they're defective!They all, like, fell apart and
stuff! Sorry I'm not PERFECT at everything like Mother! Sorry I'm SO STUPID!
I get it - I'm useless! You should just drown me in a sack...

Ricken: Severa, I think you're overreact-

Severa: I burn everything I try to cook... I just about beheaded a horse
while chopping wood... I'm no help to anyone! I'm just a bunch of lame
deadweight. You must've had high hopes, too, given Mother's history. I'm such
a disappointment.

Ricken: .....

Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it!

Ricken: I'm not disappointed, Severa. I couldn't be happier that you came
back to us.

Severa: Oh please.Are you mocking me? Do you really think I'm that stupid?
All my life, every time I mess something up, people compare me to Mother! And
you're closer to her than anyone! I KNOW you think I don't measure up.

Ricken: You're your own woman, Severa. I wouldn't compare you to anyone.
You're my daughter and my treasure, and I know your mother feels the same.

Severa: Wha-?!

Ricken: I love you, honey. And I'm behind you no matter what happens. So no
more talk of being a disappointment! It makes me feel like I failed you as a
father.

Severa: What? No! Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I... I didn't...
WAAAAAAAAAH...

Ricken: Don't cry. You've been through a lot. I know, but it's all right now.
I'm sorry for saying you needed more hardship before. I know it's been
hard... But I'll do all I can to keep you from ever suffering again. And hey-
you HAVE been doing your chores. So how about that reward now?

Severa: No. I don't need it. I don't need anything but you, Daddy! But if you
die on me again, I'll never forgive you!

Ricken: I'm not going anywhere this time. I promise.
=====================================================
21. Gaius C

Severa: Hey! I think it's time for Daddy-Daughter Day!

Gaius: Er... what? Why?

Severa: Does a daughter NEED a reason to spend a little time with her
father?! Most fathers would be beside themselves with joy at even being
asked! Gawds!

Gaius: You're right-- I should count my blessings. Well, then? Where we
headed?

Severa: Into town! I spotted a whole line of shops with the CUTEST dresses...

Gaius: Dresses, huh? I suppose you're at that age...

Severa: Age? Hee hee! In this timeline, you're not much older than I am,
Daddy!

Gaius: Hmm... No, I guess I'm not.

Severa: I bet most people seeing us side by side would think we were brother
and sister.

Gaius: Hmm, yeah... That's an odd thought, eh?

Severa: Odd? Is there something wrong with that? Are you embarrassed to be
seen with me?! You'd rather be with Mother, wouldn't you?

Gaius: Wha--?! N-not at all! You're adorable, honey!

Severa: Aw, you meanit? Yay! That's so sweet! So okay! In town, there's this
one dress I really, reeeally want! Would you hate me if I asked you to get it
for me? Would Mother be mad?

Gaius: I could never hate you, Severa. And I'm sure your mother won't mind.
You're our daughter, you know? You can have whatever you'd like.

Severa: Oh, thank you, Daddy! I love you so much!

Gaius: Heh, ain't that sweet. I love you too, Severa.

Severa: (...Pffft. Too easy.)
=====================================================
Gaius B

Severa: Thanks again for all the shopping, Daddy! I felt like a total
princess when you bought everything I asked for!

Gaius: Most royal houses couldn't afford to shop the way you just did...

Severa: Daddy, are you listening?

Gaius: What? Y-yes, dear, I'm listening. Good, good.

Severa: So! I'd just looove to go on another shopping spree with you! I
spotted the most precious accessory shop in town near here the other day!

Gaius: Sorry, pumpkin, but no.

Severa: Huh? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Daddy, are you... Are you mad
at me?

Gaius: Spare me the wounded treatment, Severa. No means no. We just bought
you plenty.

Severa: FINE, then! FINE! I guess I'll just wear RAGS! ...GAWDS!

Gaius: Yeesh, talk about an attitude change. Look, I'm not saying I won't buy
you anything ever...

Severa: Oooooh, you're not?!

Gaius: I'm just saying you'll have to earn it. If you help out around the
camp with chores and such, I'll treat you to something sweet.

Severa: EXCUSE me? What is this--my allowance?! I'm not a child!

Gaius: No? Then stop acting like one. This is for your own good, Severa. A
little hardship in one's youth builds character.

Severa: I dealt with a LOT more than hardship back in the future, thank you!

Gaius: Well, my decision is final. I won't continue to just buy you whatever
you like. If there's something you want, you'll have to work for it.

Severa: FINE! Whatever! ...I'll do your stupid chores. But I expect some
SERIOUS returns, is that clear?!

Gaius: *Sigh* I sure hope that character starts building soon...
=====================================================
Gaius A

Severa: Apply the whetstone to the blade at an angle, and then... Gah, not
again! That's the fifth one that broke! Nothing EVER goes right for me!

Gaius: Er, Severa? What are you doing?

Severa: I'm sharpening these stupid weapons that won't stay sharp! Gawds! You
told me to help out, right? So I'm helping.

Gaius: ...And that pile of broken swords behind you?

Severa: It's not my fault they're defective! They all, like, fell apart and
stuff! Sorry I'm not PERFECT at everything like Mother! Sorry I'm SO STUPID!
I get it-- I'm useless! You should just drown me in a sack...

Gaius: Severa, I think you're overreact--

Severa: I burn everything I try to cook... I just about beheaded a horse
while chopping wood... I'm no help to anyone! I'm just a bunch of lame
deadweight. You must've had high hopes, too, given Mother's history. I'm such
a disappointment.

Gaius: ......

Severa: ...Well? if you have something to say, just say it!

Gaius: I'm not disappointed, Severa. I couldn't be happier that you came back
to us.

Severa: Oh, please. Are you mocking me? Do you really think I'm that stupid?
All my life, every time I mess something up, people compare me to Mother! And
you're close to her than anyone! I KNOW you think I don't measure up.

Gaius: You're your own woman, Severa. I wouldn't compare you to anyone.
You're my daughter and my treasure, and I know your mother feels the same.

Severa: Wha--?!

Gaius: I love you, honey, and I'm behind you no matter what happens. So no
more talk of being a disappointment! It makes me feel like I failed you as a
father.

Severa: What? No! Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I... I didn't...
WAAAAAAAAAH...

Gaius: Don't cry. You've been through a lot, I know, but it's all right now.
I'm sorry for saying you needed more hardship before. I know it's been
hard... But I'll do all I can to keep you from ever suffering again. And hey-
-you HAVE been doing your chores. So how about that reward now?

Severa: No. I don't need it. I don't need anything but you, Daddy! But if you
die on me again, I'll never forgive you!

Gaius: I'm not going anywhere this time. I promise.
=====================================================
21. Gregor C

Severa: Hey! I think it's time for Daddy Daughter Day!

Gregor: Er... what? Why?

Severa: Does a daughter NEED a reason to spend a little time with her
father?!
Most fathers would be beside themselves with joy at even being asked! Gawds!

Gregor: Ah, yes. Gregor should count blessing! So, then? Where do we go?

Severa: Into town! I spotted a whole line of shops with the CUTEST dresses...

Gregor: Har har! Gregor often forget you are at the age where you want pretty
things.

Severa: Age? Hee hee! In this timeline you're not much older than I am,
Daddy!

Gregor: Hmm... Is true, is true.

Severa: I bet most people seeing us side by side would think we are brother
and sister.

Gregor: Hmm, yes... Kind of odd thought, when you think about it.

Severa: Odd? Is there something wrong with that? Are you embarrassed to be
seen with me?! You'd rather be with Mother, wouldn't you?

Gregor: N-not at all! Darling child is made of utmost adorableness!

Severa: Aw, you mean it? Yay! That's so sweet! So okay! In town, there's this
one dress I really, reeeally want! Would you hate me if I asked you to get it
for me? Would Mother be mad?

Gregor: Gregor could never hate you, Severa. And he is sure mother will not
mind. You are Gregor's daughter, yes? You can have anything you like!

Severa: Oh, thank you, Daddy. I love you so much!

Gregor: It is returned tenfold!

Severa: (...Pffft. Too easy.)
=====================================================
Gregor B

Severa: Thanks again for all the shopping, Daddy! I felt like a total
princess when you bought everything I asked for!

Gregor: ...Oy! Royal houses not have kind of money to shop in way you did.

Severa: Daddy, are you listening?

Gregor: What? Y-yes, dear, Gregor always listening.

Severa: Good, good. So! I'd just looove to go on another shopping spree with
you! I spotted the most precious little accessory shop in a town near here
the other day!

Gregor: Er... no. Sorry, child.

Severa: Huh? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Daddy, are you...  Are you
mad at me?

Gregor: Please, spare Gregor the eyes of a puppy! No means no. We just bought
you plenty.

Severa: FINE, then! FINE! I guess I'll just wear RAGS! ...GAWDS!

Gregor: Oy, talk about attitude change... Now, look. Gregor not saying he
won't buy you anything ever...

Severa: Oooooh, you're not?!

Gregor: Gregor just saying you have to earn it! If you help out around camp
with daily chores , Gregor treat you to something nice.

Severa: EXCUSE me? What is this-- my allowance?! I'm not a child!

Gregor: No? Then please do not act like one. This is for your own good, yes?
Little hardship in youth makes with the character building!

Severa: I dealt with a LOT more than hardship back in the future, thank you!

Gregor: Well, decision is final. Gregor will not continue to just buy
whatever daughter like. If you find something you want, you will have to work
for it.

Severa: FINE! Whatever! ...I'll do your stupid chores. But I expect some
SERIOUS returns, is that clear?!

Gregor: *Sigh* Gregor hope character start building soon...
=====================================================
Gregor A

Severa: Apply the whetstone to the blade at an angle, and then... Gah, not
again!
That's the fifth one that broke! Nothing EVER goes right for me!

Gregor: Er, Severa? What are you doing?

Severa: I'm sharpening these stupid weapons that won't stay sharp! Gawds!
You told me to help out, right? So I'm helping.

Gregor: ...And what is huge pile of broken swords behind you?

Severa: It's not my fault they're defective! They all, like, fell apart and
stuff!
Sorry I'm not PREFECT at everything like Mother! Sorry I'm SO STUPID!
I get it--I'm useless! You should just drown me in a sack...

Gregor: Gregor thinks you are overreact--

Severa: I burn everything I try to cook... I just about beheaded a horse
while chopping wood... I'm no help to anyone! I'm just a bunch of lame
deadweight. You must've had high hopes, too, given Mother's history. I'm such
a disappointment.

Gregor: ......

Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it!

Gregor: Gregor not disappointed. In fact, he could not be happier daughter
came back to us.

Severa: Oh, please. Are you mocking me? Do you really think I'm that stupid?
All my life, every time I mess something up, people compare me to Mother! And
you're closer to her than anyone! I KNOW you think I don't measure up.

Gregor: You're your own woman, Severa. Gregor would never compare to other.
You are daughter and treasure, yes? And Gregor knows mother feels same.

Severa: Wha--?!

Gregor: Gregor will make with the standing behind you no matter what happens.
So no more talk of being disappointment! It make Gregor feel like failure as
father.

Severa: What? No! Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I... I didn't...
WAAAAAAAAAH...

Gregor: Oy, do not cry! You go through much, yes, but everything all right
now.
Gregor is sorry for saying you need more hardship. He know it has been
hard...
But he will do all he can to keep daughter from suffering again. And you HAVE
been making with the daily chores, yes? So let's give reward!

Severa: No. I don't need it. I don't need anything but you, Daddy! But if you
die on me again, I'll never forgive you!

Gregor: Gregor is not going anywhere, child. Is promise.
=====================================================
21. Libra C

Severa: Hey! I think it's time for Daddy-Daughter Day!

Libra: Oh? And why is that?

Severa: Does a daughter NEED a reason to spend a little time with her
father?!
Most father's would be besides themselves with joy at even being asked!
Gawds!

Libra: You're right-I should count my blessings. Well, then? Where shall we
go?

Severa: Into town! I spotted a whole line of shops with the CUTEST dresses...

Libra: Dresses, hmm? Well, I suppose you're at that age...

Severa: Age? Hee hee! In this timeline, you're not much older than I am,
Daddy!

Libra: Hmm... No, I suppose I'm not.

Severa: I best most people seeing us side by side would think we were brother
and sister.

Libra: Hmm, indeed... An odd thought, now that you mention it.

Severa: Odd? Is there something wrong with that? Are you embarrassed to be
seen with me?! You'd rather be with Mother, wouldn't you?

Libra: Wha-?! N-not at all, dear! You're adorable!

Severa: Aw, you mean it? Yay! That's so sweet! So okay! In town, there's this
one dress I really, reeeally want! Would you hate me if I asked you to get it
for me? Would Mother be mad?

Libra: I could never hate you, Severa. And I'm sure your mother won't mind.
You're our daughter, you know? You can have anything you'd like.

Severa: Oh, thank you, Daddy! I love you so much!

Libra: And I you, dear.

Severa: (...Pffft. Too easy.)
=====================================================
Libra B

Severa: Thanks again for all the shopping, Daddy! I felt like a total
princess when you bought everything I asked for!

Libra: Gods above! I've never seen such unbridled avarice...

Severa: Daddy, are you listening?

Libra: What? Y-yes, dear, I'm listening.

Severa: Good, good. So! I'd just looove to go on another shopping spree with
you! I spotted the most precious little accessory shop in a town near here
the other day!

Libra: I'm afraid the answer is no.

Severa: Huh? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Daddy, are you... Are you mad
at me?

Libra: Don't make little lamb eyes at me, Severa. No means no. We've already
bought you plenty.

Severa: FINE, then! FINE! I guess I'll just wear RAGS! ...GAWDS!

Libra: Goodness, that was a fast change. No, see here. I'm not saying I won't
buy anything ever...

Severa: Oooooh, you're not?!

Libra: But the gods reward those who live in service of others. If you help
out around camp with chores and such, I'll treat you to something nice.

Severa: EXCUSE me?! What is this-my allowance?! I'm not a child!

Libra: No? Then stop acting like one. This is for your own good, Severa. A
little hardship in one's youth builds character.

Severa: I dealt with a LOT more hardship back in the future, thank you!

Libra: Well, my decision is final. I won't continue to just buy you whatever
you like. If there's something you want, you'll have to work for it.

Severa: FINE! Whatever! ...I'll do your stupid chores. But I expect some
SERIOUS returns, is that clear?!

Libra: *Sigh* I sure hope that character starts building soon...
=====================================================
Libra A

Severa: Apply the whetstone to the blade at an angle, and then... Gah, not
again!
That's the fifth on that broke! Nothing EVER goes right for me!

Libra: Severa? What are you doing?

Severa: I'm sharpening these stupid weapons that won't stay sharp! Gawds!
You told me to help out, right? So I'm helping.

Libra: ...And that pile of broken swords behind you?

Severa: It's not my fault they're defective! They all, like, fell apart and
stuff! Sorry I'm not PERFECT at everything like Mother! Sorry I'm SO STUPID!
I get it-I'm useless! You should just drown me in a sack...

Libra: Severa, I think you're overreact-

Severa: I burn everything I try to cook... I just about beheaded a horse
while chopping wood... I'm no help to anyone! I'm just a bunch of lame
deadweight. You must've had high hopes, too, given Mother's history. I'm such
a disappointment.

Libra: ......

Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it!

Libra: I'm not disappointed, Severa. I couldn't be happier that you came back
to us.

Severa: Oh, please. Are you mocking me? Do you really think I'm that stupid?
All my life, every time I mes something up, people compare me to Mother! And
you're closer to her than anyone! I KNOW you think I don't measure up.

Libra: You're your own woman, Severa. I wouldn't compare you to anyone.
You're my daughter and my treasure, and I know your mother feels the same.

Severa: Wha-?!

Libra: I love you, honey, and I'm behind you no matter what happens. So no
more talk of being a disappointment! It makes me feel like I failed you as a
father.

Severa: What? No! Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I... I didn't...
WAAAAAAAAH...

Libra: Don't cry. You've been through a lot, I know, but it's all right now.
I'm sorry for saying you needed more hardship before. I know it's been
hard... But I'll do all I can to keep you from every suffering again. And
hey-you HAVE been doing your chores. So how about that reward now?

Severa: No. I don't need it. I don't need anything but you, Daddy! But if you
die on me again, I'll never forgive you!

Libra: I'm not going anywhere this time, dear. I swear it in Naga's name.
=====================================================
21. Henry C

Severa: Hey! I think it's time for Daddy-Daughter Day!

Henry: Nice! ... Er, but Why?

Severa: Does a daughter NEED a reason to spend a little time with her
father?!
Most fathers would be beside themselves with joy at even being asked! Gawds!

Henry: You're right- I should count my blessings. Well, then? Where shall we
go?

Severa: Into town! I spotted a whole line of shops with the CUTEST dresses...

Henry: Dresses, huh? Well, I suppose you're at that age...

Severa: Age? Hee hee! In this timeline, you're not much older than I am,
Daddy!

Henry: Hmm... No, I guess I'm not!

Severa: I bet most people seeing us side by side would think we were brother
and sister.

Henry: Um, yeah... Kind of an odd thought, huh?

Severa: Odd? Is there something wrong with that? Are you embarrassed to be
seen with me?! You'd rather be with Mother, wouldn't you?

Henry: Wha-?! No way! I think you're totally adorable, honey!

Severa: Aw, you mean it? Yay! That's so sweet! So okay! In town, there's this
one dress I really, reeeally want! Would you hate me if I asked you to get it
for me? Would Mother be mad?

Henry: I could never hate you, Severa. And I'm sure your mother won't mind.
You're our daughter, you know? You can have anything you'd like.

Severa: Oh, thank you. Daddy! I love you so much!

Henry: Nya ha! I love you too, Severa!

Severa: (...Pffft. Too easy.)
=====================================================
Henry B

Severa: Thanks again for all the shopping, Daddy! I felt like a total
princess when you bought everything I asked for!

Henry: Most royal houses couldn't afford to shop the way you just did...

Severa: Daddy, are you listening?

Henry: What? Y-yes, dear. I'm listening.

Severa: Good, good. So! I'd just looove to go an another shopping spree with
you! I spotted the most precious little accessory shop in a town near here
the other day!

Henry: Sorry, kiddo, but no can do.

Severa: Huh? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Daddy, are you... Are you mad
at me?

Henry: Spare me the wounded treatment. No means no. We just bought you
plenty.

Severa: FINE, then! FINE! I guess I'll just wear RAGS! ...GAWDS!

Henry: Yeesh, talk about an attitude change! Am I gonna have to sling a
curse?Now, look. I'm not saying I won't buy you anything ever...

Severa: Ooooooh, you're not?!

Henry: I'm just saying you'll have to earn it. If you help out around camp
with chores and such. I'll treat you to something nice.

Severa: EXCUSE me? What is this-my allowance?! I'm not a child!

Henry: No? Then why are you acting like one? This is for your own good,
Severa. A little hardship at this age builds character.

Severa: I dealt with a LOT more hardship back in the future, thank you!

Henry: No dice. My decision is final. I won't continue to just buy you
whatever you want. If there's something you want, you'll have to work for it.

Severa: FINE! Whatever! ...I'll do your stupid chores. But I expect some
SERIOUS returns, is that clear?!

Henry: Nya ha! We'll see, now, won't we!
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Henry A

Severa: Apply the whetstone to the blade at an angle, and then... Gah, not
again!
That's the fifth one that broke! Nothing EVER goes right for me!

Henry: Er, Severa? What are you doing?

Severa: I'm sharpening these stupid weapons that won't stay sharp! Gawds! You
told me to help out, right? So I'm helping.

Henry: ...And that pile of broken swords behind you?

Severa: It's not my fault they're defective! They all, like, fell apart and
stuff! Sorry I'm not PERFECT at everything like Mother. Sorry I'm SO STUPID!
I get it- I'm useless! You should just drown me in a sack...

Henry: Okay, you miiight be overreact-

Severa: I burn everything I try to cook... I just about beheaded a horse
while chopping wood... I'm no help to anyone! I'm just a bunch of lame
deadweight. You must've had high hopes, too, given Mother's history. I'm such
a disappointment.

Henry: ......

Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it!

Henry: I'm not disappointed, Severa. I couldn't be happier that you came back
to us!

Severa: Oh, please. Are you mocking me? Do you really think I'm that stupid?
All my life, every time I mess something up, people compare me to Mother! And
you're closer to her than anyone! I KNOW you think I don't measure up.

Henry: Come on, Severa! You're your own woman! I wouldn't compare you to
anyone. You're my daughter and my treasure, and I know your mother feels the
same.

Severa: Wha-?!

Henry: I love you, kiddo, and I'm behind you no matter what happens. So no
more talk about being a disappointment! It makes me feel like I failed you as
a father.

Severa: What? No! Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I... I didn't...
WAAAAAAAAAAH...

Henry: Don't cry. You've been through a lot, I know, but it's all right now.
I'm sorry for saying you need more hardship before. I know it's been hard...
But I'll do all that I can to keep you from ever suffering again. And hey-
you HAVE been doing your chores. So how about that reward now?

Severa: No. I don't need it. I don't need anything but you, Daddy! But if you
die on me again, I'll never forgive you!

Henry: I'm not going anywhere this time. I promise.
____________________________________________________________

Nah^

22. Nowi C

Nowi: Nah, look, look! See all the pretty flowers?! Let's go pick some and
make flower necklaces! It'll be fun! SO much fun!

Nah: You go. As you can see, I'm busy right now.

Nowi: What is that, some kind of picture book? Let me see... Oh, boo! It's
full of writing!

Nah: It's a book on the use of dragonstones in battle. I found it in the
baggage train.

Nowi: Is it fun? Because it looks like the opposite of fun.

Nah: Of course it isn't "fun" But it's vital that I study these kinds of
things.

Nowi: This army would be WAY better if we didn't have to do so much boring
stuff.

Nah: Doubtless. But it's our duty to learn all the arcane secrets of our
dragonstones. We have inherited a unique, and truly powerful, ability. We
must cultivate and master it so that we can better serve our allies in
battle.

Nowi: Ew. Do you always use such big words? I'm not used to thinking so hard!
Why don't we run out to the woods and play a game before our brains melt?

Nah: Mother, you need to take this more seriously! We're in the midst of a
war!

Nowi: I KNOW, silly. But thinking about it all the time isn't going to help
me! The tougher things get, the more I laugh, and that makes everyone else
laugh, too. I think that's kind of my job here. To keep everyone smiling.

Nah: Wait. You think your role in this army is to play all the time?

Nowi: Exactamundo! So what do you say! Let's go play!

Nah: *Sigh* Well you certainly are good at your "job," I'll give you that...
=====================================================
Nowi B

Nah: Oh, darn. It's not here, either. Where can it be?

Nowi: .....

Nah: Oh, hello, Mother. Have you seen my dragonstone anywhere?

Nowi: D-dragonstone? Er, NO! Not a clue! I have no idea. Nope. None
whatsoever.

Nah: ...You're a terrible liar.

Nowi: B-but I'm NOT lying. Ha ha. Ah ha...ha?

Nah: *Sigh* All right, Mother. What did you do with it?

Nowi: Nothing! ...I, er, just decided to look after it, is all.

Nah: Give it back! Honestly, how am I supposed to train without it?

Nowi: Oh, training, schmaining! Let's have some fun instead.

Nah: I don't want to have fun. I want to get stronger. If I don't, I'll never
help win this war or earn my place in this army.

Nowi: Er...

Nah: If I'm not helping people, then what's the point of even having me
around? No real human wants to be friends with a half person who can't look
after herself.

Nowi: Is that what you're worried about? But I'M here-and I'm a manakete! You
don't have to prove something to the humans to be here with us. Manakete,
taguel, human-everyone in this army is equal and in it together!

Nah: You truly believe that?

Nowi: I do. And more importantly, you're still very young for a manakete. You
can't overuse the dragonstone. It's far too powerful for one your age.

Nah: It's true that after a day of training I tend to feel terribly weak...

Nowi: I'm going to give it back to you, but I don't want to see you hurting
yourself. You must promise to only use it during actual battle. Do you hear
me?

Nah: All right, Mother. I swear to use it more responsibly from now on.
=====================================================
Nowi A

Nowi: Hee hee hee! Come on, Nah! I'm over here!

Nah: *Pant, pant* I don't think... I can run...*pant*...any more...

Nowi: Tsk. Well, I suppose we can rest for a while if you REALLY have to.

Nah: D-don't you think we've...played enough? Maybe we could... study a
bit...

Nowi: BOOOOOORING!

Nah: Mother, you do realize we're in the middle of a cataclysmic war, yes?
The fate of the entire world depends on whether or not we emerge victorious.

Nowi: I know! That's why we have to get stronger and always be ready to
fight.

Nah: Which means we must study-

Nowi: Nah, when it comes to thinking or studying, I leave that to Chrom and
Avatar. I trust them to do their egghead jobs, and they trust me to fight.

Nah: Yes, but training and studying... that's how we grow stronger.

Nowi: You DO know that training isn't the only way to make yourself strong,
don't you?

Nah: But how else... Wait. Are these games how you practice for battle?

Nowi: Well, it tired you out, didn't it? The more you play, the stronger you
get!

Nah: ...It appears I might have underestimated you, Mother. From now on, I'm
going to trust you more. ...AND start playing a lot more seriously!

Nowi: "Playing seriously"? Oh Nah, that is SO like you!
=====================================================
22. Frederick C

Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is
play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!

Frederick: What's wrong. Nah? You seem like you're in quite a mood.

Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you
stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends
almost all of her time running around camp playing games.

Frederick: How odd. I was just thinking how the two of you are alike in many
ways... But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is--I wouldn't want
her to change.

Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant,
she'll never learn to act her age!

Frederick: Well, I...

Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible,
and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in
her... Unless... you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her--

Frederick: What?! D-don't be ridiculous! I knew exactly what I was getting
into!

Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?

Frederick: No, no... I was well aware of her... frivolous side. I find it
charming. Yes, that's it. Charming.

Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it
out. Why DID you marry her?

Frederick: Enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like this.

Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!
=====================================================
Frederick B

Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation.

Frederick: Nah, you're incredibly persistent, but that discussion is over.
I'm not getting into any more detail about why I chose your mother, and
that's final!

Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in
love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL!

Frederick: Heh, you're a little young to understand about a "woman's heart,'
yourself.

Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder
any woman deigned to choose YOU...

Frederick: Nah, I know what you're trying to do here. But don't forget, I AM
your father. If you keep this up, I WILL get upset, and I WILL punish you...

Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry... I swear.

Frederick: All right, all right then... I appreciate the apology.

Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in yourself to
forgive me.

Frederick: Yes, of course. But--

Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be... going now.

Frederick: No, wait, Nah.

Nah: Yes?

Frederick: You seem so crestfallen... Are you all right?

Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing
disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry
over a simple, innocent question...

Frederick: Um, yes, well... See, it's just--

Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship.
being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment.
Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.

Frederick: B-b-but... ...Is this really what I have to look forward to for
the next decade?
=====================================================
Frederick A

Frederick: Nah...

Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?

Frederick: About the other day, when you said you were used to
disappointment... What exactly did you mean by that?

Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.

Frederick: Wait, you mean Nowi wasn't around to raise you?

Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the
family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very
welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child.

Frederick: Don't say that.

Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my
new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from
marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would
stop... hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped
and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to
deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was
utterly alone. And I nefer once mentioned how much I missed my father and
mother. *Sniff* I... I didn't even ask... when... when they would come back
for me...

Frederick: ...Nah, I...

Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about
them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking so many questions and making you
angry...

Frederick: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you
anything you want-- even the embarrassing story of our courtship... And if
you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for you. As long as I'm
around, you won't ever be lonely again.

Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!

Frederick: Not at all, Nah. Now, tell me, what do you want to know?

Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you
do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!

Frederick: *Sigh* All right, well... as you know, your mother has always
looked young, and...
=====================================================
22. Virion C

Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is
play, play, play, as if she doesn't have a care in the world!

Virion: What's wrong, Nah? You seem like you're in quite a mood.

Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you
stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends
almost all of her time running around camp playing games.

Virion: How odd. I was just thinking how the two of you are so similar... But
no, I don't find her annoying. I don't find ANY woman annoying! You know
this!

Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant,
she'll never learn to act her age!

Virion: Well, perhaps, but...

Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible,
and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in
her... Unless... you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her-

Virion: What?! D-don't be ridiculous! I knew exactly what I was getting into!

Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?

Virion: No, no... I was well aware of her... frivolous side. I find it
charming. Yes, that's it. Charming.

Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it
out. Why DID you marry her?

Virion: Enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like this.

Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!
=====================================================
Virion B

Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation.

Virion: Nah, I admire your persistence, but that discussion is over. I'm not
getting into any more detail about why I chose your mother, and that's final!

Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in
love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL!

Virion: Aren't you a bit young to be understanding a "woman's
heart,"yourself?

Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder
any woman deigned to choose YOU...

Virion: Nah, I know what you're trying to do here. But don't forget, I AM
your father! If you keep this up, I WILL get upset, and I WILL punish you...

Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry... I swear...

Virion: All right, all right, then... I appreciate the apology.

Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in yourself to
forgive me.

Virion: Yes, of course. But-

Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be... going now.

Virion: No, wait.

Nah: Yes?

Virion: You seem so... crestfallen, my dear... Are you all right?

Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing
disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry
over a simple, innocent question...

Virion: Uhm, yes, well... See, it's just-

Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship.
Being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment.
Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.

Virion: B-b-but... ...Gods, is this really what I have to look forward to for
the next decade?
=====================================================
Virion A

Virion: Nah...

Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?

Virion: About the other day, when you said you were used to disappointment...
What exactly did you mean by that?

Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.

Virion: Wait, you mean Nowi wasn't around to raise you?

Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the
family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very
welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child.

Virion: Don't say that.

Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my
new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from
marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would
stop... hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped
and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to
deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was
utterly alone. And I never once mentioned how much I missed my father and
mother. *Sniff* I... I didn't even ask... when... when would they come back
for me...

Virion: ...Nah, I...

Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about
them. *Sniff* Th-That's why I keep asking so many questions and making you
angry...

Virion: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you
anything you want to know- even the embarrassing story of our courtship...
And if you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for you. As long
as I'm around, you won't ever be lonely again.

Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!

Virion: Not at all, Nah. Now tell me, what would you like to know?

Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you
do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!

Virion: *Sigh* Well, as you know, your mother has always looked young, and...
=====================================================
22. Stahl C

Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is
play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!

Stahl: What's wrong. Nah? You seem like you're in quite a mood.

Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you
stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends
almost all of her time running around camp playing games.

Stahl: How odd. I was just thinking how the two of you are alike in many
ways... But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is--I wouldn't want
her to change.

Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant,
she'll never learn to act her age!

Stahl: Well, I...

Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible,
and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in
her... Unless... you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her--

Stahl: What?! D-don't be ridiculous! I knew exactly what I was getting into!

Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?

Stahl: No, no... I was well aware of her... frivolous side. I find it
charming. Yes, that's it. Charming.

Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it
out. Why DID you marry her?

Stahl: Enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like this.

Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!
=====================================================
Stahl B

Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation.

Stahl: Nah, you're incredibly persistent, but that discussion is over. I'm
not getting into any more detail about why I chose your mother, and that's
final!

Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in
love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL!

Stahl: Heh, you're a little young to understand about a "woman's heart,'
yourself.

Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder
any woman deigned to choose YOU...

Stahl: Nah, I know what you're trying to do here. But don't forget, I AM your
father. If you keep this up, I WILL get upset, and I WILL punish you...

Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry... I swear.

Stahl: All right, all right then... I appreciate the apology.

Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in yourself to
forgive me.

Stahl: Yes, of course. But--

Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be... going now.

Stahl: No, wait, Nah.

Nah: Yes?

Stahl: You seem so crestfallen... Are you all right?

Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing
disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry
over a simple, innocent question...

Stahl: Um, yes, well... See, it's just--

Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship.
being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment.
Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.

Stahl: B-b-but... ...Is this really what I have to look forward to for the
next decade?
=====================================================
Stahl A

Stahl: Nah...

Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?

Stahl: About the other day, when you said you were used to disappointment...
What exactly did you mean by that?

Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.

Stahl: Wait, you mean Nowi wasn't around to raise you?

Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the
family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very
welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child.

Stahl: Don't say that.

Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my
new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from
marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would
stop... hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped
and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to
deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was
utterly alone. And I nefer once mentioned how much I missed my father and
mother. *Sniff* I... I didn't even ask... when... when they would come back
for me...

Stahl: ...Nah, I...

Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about
them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking so many questions and making you
angry...

Stahl: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you
anything you want-- even the embarrassing story of our courtship... And if
you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for you. As long as I'm
around, you won't ever be lonely again.

Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!

Stahl: Not at all, Nah. Now, tell me, what do you want to know?

Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you
do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!

Stahl: *Sigh* All right, well... as you know, your mother has always looked
young, and...
=====================================================
22. Vaike C

Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is
play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!

Vaike: What's wrong, Nah? You seem pretty sour there.

Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you
stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends
almost all of her time running around camp playing games.

Vaike: Weird. I was just thinkin' how the both of ya are so similar... But
no, I don't find her annoyin'. It's who she is, and I don't expect her to
change.

Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant,
she'll never learn to act her age!

Vaike: Well, I...

Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? I have no idea what you see in
her... Unless... you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her-

Vaike: What?! D-don't be ridiculous! The Vaike knew exactly what he was
gettin' into!

Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?

Vaike: N-no! I was plenty aware of her frivolous side! I found it...charming.
Yeah, that's it. Charming.

Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it
out. Why DID you marry her?

Vaike: Enough! Ya shouldn't be talkin' about your mother like this!

Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!
=====================================================
Vaike B

Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation.

Vaike: Nah, you're awfully persistent, but that discussion's over. I'm not
gettin' into more detail about why I chose your mother, and that's final!

Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in
love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL!

Vaike: Aren't you a little young to be worryin' about a "woman's heart,"
yourself?

Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder
any woman deigned to choose YOU...

Vaike: Hey, I know what you're tryin' to do here. But don't forget, I AM your
father. Ya keep this up, I WILL get upset, and I WILL punish ya...

Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry... I swear.

Vaike: All right, all right then... I appreciate the apology.

Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in yourself to
forgive me.

Vaike: Yeah, of course. But-

Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be...going now.

Vaike: No, wait.

Nah: Yes?

Vaike: You seem so crestfallen... You all right?

Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing
disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry
over a simple, innocent question...

Vaike: Um, yeah, well... See, it's just-

Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship.
Being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment.
Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.

Vaike: B-b-but... ...Gods, is this really what I have to look forward to for
the next decade?
=====================================================
Vaike A

Vaike: Nah...

Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?

Vaike: About the other day, when ya said ya were used to disappointment...
What exactly did ya mean by that?

Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.

Vaike: Wait, ya mean Nowi wasn't around to raise ya?

Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the
family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very
welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child.

Vaike: Don't say that.

Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my
new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from
marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would
stop... hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped
and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to
deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was
utterly alone. And I never once mentioned how much I missed my father and
mother. *Sniff* I... I didn't even ask... when... when would they come back
for me...

Vaike: ...Nah, I...

Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about
them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking so many questions and making you
angry...

Vaike: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been a real heel about this whole thing... I'll
tell ya anythin' ya wanna know about your mother. ...Even how we fell in
love. And if you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for ya. As
long as I'm around, you won't ever be lonely again.

Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!

Vaike: Not at all, Nah. Now, tell me, what do ya wanna know?

Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you
do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!

Vaike: *Sigh* Well... as ya know, your mother's always looked real young,
and...
=====================================================
22. Kellam C

Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is </pre><pre id="faqspan-35">
play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!

Kellam: What's wrong. Nah? You seem like you're in quite a mood.

Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you
stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends
almost all of her time running around camp playing games.

Kellam: How odd. I was just thinking how the two of you are alike in many
ways... But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is--I wouldn't want
her to change.

Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant,
she'll never learn to act her age!

Kellam: Well, I...

Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible,
and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in
her... Unless... you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her--

Kellam: What?! D-don't be ridiculous! I knew exactly what I was getting into!

Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?

Kellam: No, no... I was well aware of her... frivolous side. I find it
charming. Yes, that's it. Charming.

Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it
out. Why DID you marry her?

Kellam: Enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like this.

Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!
=====================================================
Kellam B

Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation.

Kellam: Nah, you're incredibly persistent, but that discussion is over. I'm
not getting into any more detail about why I chose your mother, and that's
final!

Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in
love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL!

Kellam: Heh, you're a little young to understand about a "woman's heart,'
yourself, you know...

Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder
any woman deigned to choose YOU...

Kellam: Nah, I know what you're trying to do here. But don't forget, I AM
your father. If you keep this up, I WILL get upset, and I WILL punish you...

Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry... I swear.

Kellam: All right, all right then... I appreciate the apology.

Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in yourself to
forgive me.

Kellam: Yes, of course. But--

Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be... going now.

Kellam: No, wait, Nah.

Nah: Yes?

Kellam: You seem so crestfallen... Are you all right?

Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing
disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry
over a simple, innocent question...

Kellam: Um, yes, well... See, it's just--

Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship.
being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment.
Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.

Kellam: B-b-but... ...Is this really what I have to look forward to for the
next decade?
=====================================================
Kellam A

Kellam: Nah...

Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?

Kellam: About the other day, when you said you were used to disappointment...
What exactly did you mean by that?

Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.

Kellam: Wait, you mean Nowi wasn't around to raise you?

Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the
family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very
welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child.

Kellam: Don't say that.

Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my
new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from
marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would
stop... hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped
and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to
deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was
utterly alone. And I nefer once mentioned how much I missed my father and
mother. *Sniff* I... I didn't even ask... when... when they would come back
for me...

Kellam: ...Nah, I...

Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about
them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking so many questions and making you
angry...

Kellam: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you
anything you want to know-- even the embarrassing story of our courtship...
And if you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for you. As long
as I'm around, you won't ever be lonely again.

Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!

Kellam: Not at all, Nah. Now, tell me, what do you want to know?

Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you
do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!

Kellam: *Sigh* All right, well... as you know, your mother has always looked
young, and...
=====================================================
22. Lon'qu C

Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is
play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!

Lon'qu: What's wrong. Nah? You seem like you're in quite a mood.

Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you
stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends
almost all of her time running around camp playing games.

Lon'qu: How odd. I was just thinking how the two of you are so similar... But
no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is--I wouldn't want her to
change.

Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant,
she'll never learn to act her age!

Lon'qu: ......

Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible,
and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in
her... Unless... you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her--

Lon'qu: D-don't be ridiculous! I knew exactly what I was getting into.

Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?

Lon'qu: No, no... I was well aware of her... frivolous side. I find it
charming. Yes...Charming.

Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it
out. Why DID you marry her?

Lon'qu: Enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like this.

Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!
=====================================================
Lon'qu B

Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation.

Lon'qu: Nah, I'm not getting into any more detail about why I chose your
mother. That's final.

Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in
love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL!

Lon'qu: Aren't you a little young to worry about a "woman's heart"?

Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder
any woman deigned to choose YOU...

Lon'qu: Nah, I know what you're trying to do here. But don't forget, I AM
your father. If you keep this up, you're going to make me very upset.

Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry... I swear.

Lon'qu: All right. ...I appreciate the apology.

Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in yourself to
forgive me.

Lon'qu: Yes, of course. But--

Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be... going now.

Lon'qu: Wait.

Nah: Yes?

Lon'qu: You seem so crestfallen... Are you all right?

Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing
disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry
over a simple, innocent question...

Lon'qu: Um, yes, well... See, it's just--

Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship.
being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment.
Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.

Lon'qu: Hold on! ...Ugh. Is this really what I have to look forward to for
the next decade?
=====================================================
Lon'qu A

Lon'qu: Nah...

Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?

Lon'qu: About the other day, when you said you were used to disappointment...
What exactly did you mean by that?

Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.

Lon'qu: Wasn't Nowi there to raise you?

Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the
family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very
welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child.

Lon'qu: Don't say that.

Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my
new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from
marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would
stop... hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped
and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to
deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was
utterly alone. And I nefer once mentioned how much I missed my father and
mother. *Sniff* I... I didn't even ask... when... when they would come back
for me...

Lon'qu: ......

Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about
them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking so many questions and making you
angry...

Lon'qu: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you
anything you want-- even the embarrassing story of our courtship... And if
you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be here for you. As long as I'm around,
you won't ever be lonely again.

Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!

Lon'qu: Not at all, Nah. Now, tell me, what do you want to know?

Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you
do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!

Lon'qu: ...How did I know this was coming? *Sigh* Well... as you know, your
mother has always looked young, and...
=====================================================
22. Donnel C

Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is
play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!

Donnel: What's wrong, Nah? Ya seem awfully peeved.

Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you
stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends
all of her time running around camp playing games.

Donnel: Ain't that a kick? I was just thinkin' how alike the two of you are.
But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is- I wouldn't want her to
change.

Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant,
she'll never learn to act her age!

Donnel: Well, I...

Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible,
and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in
her... Unless... you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her-

Donnel: What?! D-don't be ridiculous! I knew exactly what I was gettin' into!

Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?

Donnel: Heck no! I knew yer ma was a bit... flighty at times. I just find it
charmin'.

Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it
out. Why DID you marry her?

Donnel: Enough! It ain't right to be talkin' 'bout yer ma like this!

Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!
=====================================================
Donnel B

Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation.

Donnel: Yer stubborn as an old mule, Nah, but that discussion is over now. I
ain't gettin' into more detail about why I chose yer ma, and that's final!

Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in
love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL!

Donnel: Heh, I think yer a mite young to be worryin' about yer "woman's
heart."

Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder
any woman deigned to choose YOU...

Donnel: Nah, I know what yer tryin' to do here. But don't forget, I AM yer
father. If ya keep this up, I WILL get angry, and I WILL punish ya.

Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry... I swear.

Donnel: All right, all right then... I 'preciate the 'pology.

Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in yourself to
forgive me.

Donnel: Well, sure. But--

Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be... going now.

Donnel: No, wait, Nah.

Nah: Yes?

Donnel: Ya seem so crestfallen. Are ya all right?

Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing
disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry
over a simple, innocent question...

Donnel: Um, right, well... See, it's just--

Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship.
being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment.
Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.

Donnel: B-b-but... ...Well, shucks. Is this really what I got to look forward
to for the next decade?
=====================================================
Donnel A

Donnel: Nah...

Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?

Donnel: About the other day, when ya said ya were used to disappointment?What
exactly did ya mean by that?

Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.

Donnel: Wait, ya mean Nowi warn't around to raise ya proper?

Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the
family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very
welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child...

Donnel: Don't say that.

Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my
new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from
marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would
stop...hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped
and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to
deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was
utterly alone. And I never once mentioned how much I missed my father and
mother. *Sniff* I... I didn't even ask... when... when they would come back
for me...

Donnel: ...Nah, I...

Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about
them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking you so many questions and making
you angry...

Donnel: I'm sorry, Nah. Reckon I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell
ya anythin' ya wanna know- even the embrassin' story of our courtship... And
if yer ever feelin' lost or sad, I'll be right here for ya. Long as I'm
around, ya won't ever be lonely again.

Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!

Donnel: Not at all, Nah. Now, tell me, whatcha wanna know?

Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you
do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!

Donnel: Gosh... Alrighty, well... as ya know, yer ma has always looked right
young, and...
=====================================================
22. Ricken C

Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is
play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!

Ricken: What's wrong, Nah? You seem like you're in a bad mood.

Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you
stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends
almost all of her time running around camp playing games.

Ricken: Hah! I was JUST thinking how the two of you are so alike in many
ways... But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is--I wouldn't want
her to change.

Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant,
she'll never learn to act her age!

Ricken: Well, I...

Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible,
and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in
her...
Unless... you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her--

Ricken: What?! D-don't be ridiculous! I knew exactly what I was getting into!

Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?

Ricken: No, no... I was well aware of her...frivolous side. I find it
charming. Yeah, that's it. Charming.

Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it
out. Why DID you marry her?

Ricken: Enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like this.

Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!
=====================================================
Ricken B

Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation.

Ricken: Nah, you're awfully persistent, but that discussion is over. I'm not
getting into any more detail about why I chose your mother, and that's final!

Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter MUST know how her parents fell in love!
You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL!

Ricken: Hey, you're a little young to understand about a "woman's heart,"
yourself.

Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder
any woman deigned to choose YOU...

Ricken: Nah, I know what you're trying to do here. But don't forget, I AM
your father. If you keep this up, I WILL get upset, and I WILL punish you!

Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry... I swear.

Ricken: All right... I appreciate the apology.

Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in yourself to
forgive me.

Ricken: Yes, of course. But--

Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be...going now.

Ricken: H-hold on!

Nah: Yes?

Ricken: You seem so crestfallen... Are you all right?

Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing
disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry
over a simple, innocent question...

Ricken: Um, yeah, well... See, it's just--

Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship.
Being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment.
Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.

Ricken: B-b-but... ...Is this really what I have to look forward to for the
next decade?
=====================================================
Ricken A

Ricken: Nah...

Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?

Ricken: About the other day, when you said you were used to disappointment...
What exactly did you mean by that?

Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.

Ricken: Wait, you mean Nowi wasn't around to raise you?

Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the
family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very
welcoming of their semihuman-mongrel foster child.

Ricken: Don't say that...

Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my
new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from
marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful they would
stop... hating me. I mean, how could the resent a child that always helped
and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to
deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was
utterly alone. And I never once mentioned how much I missed my father and
mother. *Sniff* I... I didn't even ask... when... when they would come back
for me...

Ricken: ...Nah, I...

Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about
them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking so many questions and making you
angry...

Ricken: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you
anything you want to know---even the story of why I chose your mother... And
if you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for you. As long as
I'm around, you won't ever be lonely again.

Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!

Ricken: Not at all, Nah. Now, tell me, what do you want to know?

Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you
do?! I want to know EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!

Ricken: *Sigh* All right, well...as you know, you mother's always looked very
young, and...
=====================================================
22. Gaius C

Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is
play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!

Gaius: What's wrong. Nah? You seem like you're in quite a mood.

Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you
stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends
almost all of her time running around camp playing games.

Gaius: Odd, I was just thinking how the two of you are so alike in many
ways...
But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is--I wouldn't want her to
change.

Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant,
she'll never learn to act her age!

Gaius: Well, I...

Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible,
and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in
her...
Unless... you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her--

Gaius: What?! D-don't be ridiculous! I knew exactly what I was getting into!

Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?

Gaius: Not at all. I was well aware of her... frivolous side. I find it
charming. Yes, that's it. Charming.

Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it
out. Why DID you marry her?

Gaius: Enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like this. H-here,
have some candy!

Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!
=====================================================
Gaius B

Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation.

Gaius: Nah, you're incredibly persistent, but that discussion is over. I'm
not getting into any more detail about why I chose your mother, and that's
final!

Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in
love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL!

Gaius: Heh, you're a little young to understand about a "woman's heart,"
yourself.

Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder
any woman deigned to choose YOU...

Gaius: Nah, I know what you're trying to do here. But don't forget, I AM your
father. If you keep this up, I WILL get upset, and I WILL withhold your candy
allowance!

Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry... I swear.

Gaius: All right, all right then... I appreciate the apology.

Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in yourself to
forgive me.

Gaius: Yes, of course. But--

Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be... going now.

Gaius: No, wait, Nah.

Nah: Yes?

Gaius: You seem so crestfallen... Are you all right?

Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing
disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my fathher is going to become so angry
over a simple, innocent question...

Gaius: Um, yes, well... See, it's just--

Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship.
Being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment.
Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.

Gaius: B-b-but... ...Gods, is this really what I have to look forward to for
the next decade?
=====================================================
Gaius A

Gaius: Nah...

Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?

Gaius: About the other day, when you said you were used to disappointment...
What exactly did you mean by that?

Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.

Gaius: Wait, you mean Nowi wasn't around to raise you?

Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the
family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very
welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child.

Gaius: Don't say that.

Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my
new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from
marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would
stop... hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped
and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to
deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was
utterly alone. And I never once mentioned how much I missed my father and
mother. *Sniff* I... I didn't even ask... when... when they would come back
for me...

Gaius: ...Nah, I...

Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about
them.
*sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking so many questions and making you angry...

Gaius: Sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you anything
you want to know--even the embarrassing story of our courtship... And if
you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for you. As long as I'm
around, you won't ever be lonely again.

Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!

Gaius: No problem, Nah. Now, tell me, what do you want to know?

Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you
do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!

Gaius: Urgh... All right, well... as you know, your mother has always looked
young, and...
=====================================================
22. Gregor C

Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is
play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!

Gregor: What is wrong, Nah? You seem to be in foul mood.

Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you
stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends
all of her time running around camp playing games.

Gregor: Strange. Gregor was just thinking how you two are so alike in many
ways... But no, mother is not annoying. She is mother. Gregor not want her to
change.

Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant,
she'll never learn to act her age!

Gregor: Well...

Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible,
and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in
her... Unless... you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her-

Gregor: What?! D-don't be silly! Gregor knew just what he was getting into!

Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?

Gregor: Not even close. Gregor find Nowi, how you say, charming? ...That is
word, yes?

Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it
out. Why DID you marry her?

Gregor: Enough! You should not speak of mother in such ways.

Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!
=====================================================
Gregor B

Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation.

Gregor: You are very persistent, Nah, but previous discussion is over. Gregor
not going into detail for choosing of Nowi, and that is last straw on camel!

Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in
love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL!

Gregor: Heh, you are too young to understand about "woman's heart," yourself.

Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder
any woman deigned to choose YOU...

Gregor: Nah, Gregor see what you are trying to do. But don't forget, Gregor
IS your father. If you keep up, Gregor WILL get upset, and Gregor WILL punish
you...

Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father, I didn't mean to make you angry... I swear.

Gregor: Very well, then... Gregor accepts apology.

Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in yourself to
forgive me.

Gregor: Yes, of course. But-

Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be...going now.

Gregor: Nah, wait.

Nah: Yes?

Gregor: You seem like crest has fallen... Are you all right?

Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing
disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry
over a simple, innocent question...

Gregor: Um, yes, well... See, it just-

Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship.
Being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment.
Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.

Gregor: B-b-but... ...Oy, is this what Gregor must look forward to for next
decade?
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Gregor A

Gregor: Nah...

Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?

Gregor: About other day, when you said you were used to disappointment...
Gregor is confused by this, yes?

Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.

Gregor: Wait, you mean Nowi was not around to raise you?

Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the
family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very
welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child...

Gregor: Do not say such things.

Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my
new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from
marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would
stop... hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped
and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to
deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was
utterly alone. And I never once mentioned how much I missed my father and
mother. *Sniff* I... I didn't even ask... when... when they would come back
for me...

Gregor: ...Nah...

Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about
them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking you so many questions and making
you angry...

Gregor: ...Gregor is sorry, Nah. He has been blind all this time, yes? Gregor
tell any story you want to know about Mother. Even how we fall in love... And
if you ever make with the sadness, Gregor will be right here by side. Long as
he around, you will never be lonely again.

Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!

Gregor: Think nothing of it. Now tell Gregor what you want to know.

Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you
do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!

Gregor: Oy... Is tall order, but very well. As you know, Nowi always look
young, and...
=====================================================
22. Libra C

Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is
play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!

Libra: What's wrong, Nah? You seem like you're in quite a mood.

Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you
stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends
almost all of her time running around camp playing games.

Libra: How odd. I was just thinking how the two of you are so alike in many
way... But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is--- I wouldn't want
her to change.

Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant,
she'll never learn to act her age!

Libra: Well, I...

Nah: What do you even like about her, anyway? You're so serious and
responsible, and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what
you see in her... Unless... you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like
you got her---

Libra: What?! D-don't be ridiculous! I knew exactly what I was getting into.

Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?

Libra: No, no... I was well aware of her... frivolous side, I find it
charming.
Yes, indeed. Charming.

Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it
out. Why DID you marry her?

Libra: Enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like this.

Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!
=====================================================
Libra B

Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation.

Libra: Nah, you're incredibly persistent, but that discussion is over. I'm
not getting into anymore detail about why I chose your mother, and that's
final!

Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in
love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL!

Libra: Heh, you're a little young to understand about a "woman's heart,"
yourself.

Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder
any woman deigned to choose YOU...

Libra: Nah, I know what you're trying to do here. But don't forget, I AM your
father. If you keep this up, I WILL get upset, and I WILL punish you...

Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry... I swear.

Libra: All right... I appreciate the apology.

Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in yourself to
forgive me.

Libra: Yes, of course. But---

Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be... going now.

Libra: No, wait, Nah.

Nah: Yes?

Libra: You seem so crestfallen... Are you all right?

Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing
disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry
over a simple, innocent question...

Libra: Um, yes, well... See, it's just---

Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship.
Being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment.
Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.

Libra: B-b-but... ...Is this really what I have to look forward to for the
next decade?
=====================================================
Libra A

Libra: Nah...

Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?

Libra: About the other day, when you said you were used to disappointment...
What exactly did you mean by that?

Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.

Libra: Wait, you mean Nowi wasn't around to raise you?

Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the
family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very
welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child.

Libra: Don't say that.

Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my
new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from
marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would
stop... hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped
and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to
deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was
utterly alone. And I never once mentioned how much I missed my father and
mother. *Sniff* I... I didn't even ask... when... when would they come back
for me...

Libra: ...Nah...

Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about
them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking so many questions and making you
angry...

Libra: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you
anything you want to know--- even the embarrassing story of our courtship...
And if you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for you. As long
as I'm around, you won't ever be lonely again.

Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!

Libra: Not at all, Nah. Now, tell me, what do you want to know?

Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you
do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!

Libra: Oh, dear. All right, well... as you know, your mother has always
looked young, and...
=====================================================
22. Henry C

Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is
play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!

Henry: What's wrong, Nah? You seem like you're in quite a mood.

Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you
stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends
all of her time running around camp playing games.

Henry: Nya ha! I was JUST thinking how the two of you are so alike in many
ways... But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is- I wouldn't want
her to change!

Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant,
she'll never learn to act her age!

Henry: Well, I...

Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? I have no idea what you see in
her... Unless... you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her-

Henry: What?! that's just crazy talk! I knew exactly what I was getting into!

Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?

Henry: No, no, no. I was well aware of her frivolous side. I find
it...charming. Yeah, that's it. Charming.

Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it
out. Why DID you marry her?

Henry: Hey, that's enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like
this.

Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!
=====================================================
Henry B

Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation.

Henry: Nah, you're insanely persistent, but that discussion is over. I'm not
getting into any more detail about why I chose your mother, and that's that!

Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in
love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL!

Henry: Heh, you're a little young to undersatnd about a "woman's hearts,"
yourself.

Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder
any woman deigned to choose YOU...

Henry: Nah? I know what you're trying to do here. But don't forget, I AM your
father. If you keep this up, I WILL get upset, and I WILL punish you...

Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father, I didn't mean to make you angry... I swear.

Henry: All right, then... I appreciate the apology.

Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in yourself to
forgive me.

Henry: Yeah, of course. But-

Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be...going now.

Henry: No, wait.

Nah: Yes?

Henry: You seem so crestfallen... Are you all right?

Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing
disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry
over a simple, innocent question...

Henry: Um, yeah, well... See, it's just-

Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship.
Being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment.
Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.

Henry: B-b-but... Geez, is this really what I have to for the next decade?
=====================================================
Henry A

Henry: Nah...

Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?

Henry: About the other day, when you said you were used to disappointment...
What exactly did you mean by that?

Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.

Henry: Wait, so Nowi wasn't around to raise you?

Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the
family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very
welcoming so their semihuman-mongrel foster child.

Henry: Don't say that...

Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my
new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from
marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would
stop...hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped
and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to
deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was
utterly alone. And I never once mentioned how much I missed my father and
mother. *Sniff* I... I didn't even ask... when... when they would come back
for me...

Henry: ... Nah, I...

Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about
them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking you so many questions and making
you angry...

Henry: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you
anything you to know-even the embarrassing story of how we met... And if
you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for you. As long as I'm
around, you won't ever be lonely again!

Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!

Henry: Nya ha! Of course! Now tell me, what do you want to know?

Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you
do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!

Henry: Yikes. All right, well... as you know, your mother's always looked
young, and...
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Noire^

23. Tharja C

Tharja: You there.

Noire: Eep?! M-Mother! Did you need something?

Tharja: What were you doing in that last battle? Were you trying to distract
me?

Noire: I... Did I? I'm sorry, I didn't intend to, I swear

Tharja: You mirrored my every move! It was like some bizarre curse.

Noire: Oh. That. Well, you see--

Tharja: Don't care. Doesn't matter. Just stop.

Noire: N-No, wait! It was a force of habit!

Tharja: What... habit?

Noire: In the future, you were always too wrapped up in your research to
teach me things. N-Not that I blame you! I know you had your reasons... You
were consumed with avenging Father, so you never had time to waste on me. But
I wanted to help you, so I... I taught myself magic and dark arts by
following your example.

Tharja: And that became a habit?

Noire: Er, well, yeah, I guess.

Tharja: Hmm...

Noire: O-Oh! But if it's a distraction, I'll stop! I promise! So, um, it'd be
really nice if maybe you didn't...put any weird curses on me?

Tharja: I see... Hmm... I'm thinking this could have its uses... Heh... Meh
heh heh heh...

Noire: Eeeek!
=====================================================
Tharja B

Tharja: Why doesn't it work?! We're performing the rites in perfect sync!

Noire: Hmm... Still no use, then.

Tharja: "Still"?

Noire: Well, I've... I've never managed to actually place a hex on anyone...
I can use dark magic in combat just fine. But the sorts of hexes you deal in,
Mother- they've always been beyond me somehow.

Tharja: That makes no sense. You're able to mirror my actions perfectly.

Noire: True, but I can only mimic the form. Not the substance.

Tharja: It still doesn't make sense. But then again, none of this does. Why
wouldn't my future self have taught you how to properly curse people? If I
was swallowed up in research, I'd never turn away a useful assistant...

Noire: I'm not sure. I was pretty young.

Tharja: Hardly a problem. I was instructed in the dark arts from infancy.
Even my umbilical cord was cut with a curse.

Noire: Ew, gross! What kind of weirdo curses a newborn baby?!

Tharja: Meh heh heh... Well, no matter. That just means it falls on me to
shape you into something useful. Oh, and I shall teach you... Whether you
wish it or not. Heh... Meh heh heh.

Noire: I'm s-scared, Mother... But I'll try to... do my best.

Tharja: Hmm, yes. Yes, you will...
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Tharja A

Noire: I've assembled the last of the implements for the rite, Mother. I'm
finally going to learn to learn to cast hexes. I'll make a useful assistant
yet, just watch!

Tharja: .....

Noire: Er, Mother?

Tharja: ...I've changed my mind. There will be no rite tonight.

Noire: What? But...

Tharja: I won't be teaching you the dark arts. Now put those implements away.

Noire: But why? Wh-what did I do? Do I lack the talent? Am I in your way?

Tharja: You have a frightening amount of talent. Your innate magical
potential is vast. Even that talisman I made turned you into an entirely
different person! One couldn't hope for a greater vessel to shape into a
curse slinger. ...And you could never be in my way.

Noire: Then why?

Tharja: ...I think I've come to understand the motives of my future self.

Noire: What?

Tharja: I don't want you dealing in hexes. The dark arts carry with them
tremendous risks. My future self knew as much...

Noire: You think that she has worried for my safety? That... she loved me?

Tharja: Can't say. Not about her, at least. ...But I love you, if that helps.

Noire: Mother...

Tharja: Just don't expect me to say it often! ...Or maybe ever again. And
just because hexes are off the table doesn't mean I have nothing to teach
you. There are more ways than hexing to skin a cat. ...Or other things. Heh.
So pay attention, and try to follow along.

Noire: Oh yes, ma'am!
=====================================================
23. Frederick C

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*

Frederick: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?

Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for
three days straight.

Frederick: That's... an oddly specific hex. Why would she do something like
that?

Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell
or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her
guinea pig.

Frederick: Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.

Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*

Frederick: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't
worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.

Noire: Er... are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the
future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs.
..Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to
sleep.

Frederick: That's... rather pathetic.

Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*

Frederick: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait--- I'll prove you
can depend on me.

Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really
can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
=====================================================
Frederick B

Frederick: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... It would seem I've let you down...
*sniff*

Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning...
But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.

Frederick: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-
nose curse.

Noire: Just like before...

Frederick: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future...
*sniff*
Well, look at the bright side--- at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*

Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on
Mother's curses yourself.

Frederick: I suppose some things were simply meant to be...

Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we
did before...

Frederick: Hmm?

Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change
anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left
alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall
apart again? Why... *sniff*

Frederick: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, sweetheart.

Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!

Frederick: Er... sweetheart?

Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy
ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping
from your craven face!

Frederick: Noire?! What are you...

Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my
head...

Frederick: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny!
*sniff*
=====================================================
Frederick A

Frederick: Do you have a moment, Noire?

Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?

Frederick: Have a look.

Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many...
Father, what are you planning to do to me?

Frederick: Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother
so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.

Noire: You... you took away Mother's tools? But... you never did anything
like this before...

Frederick: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by
fate. I thought perhaps I could try and lay that fear to rest. If I did
something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.

Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near
these tools, let alone take them.

Frederick: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can
change anything. All of us--- you, me, your mother... everyone.

Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.

Frederick: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.

Noire: That's... a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
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Frederick: Hmm... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury
rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No...
Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!

Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.

Frederick: *Sigh* I'd better disappear before I test that whole "not even
death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!

Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever
coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for
the better!
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23. Virion C

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*

Virion: Noire? Good heavens, what is it? Why are you crying?

Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for
three days straight.

Virion: That is an... oddly specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in
the first place?

Noire: It's nothing new, *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell
or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her
guinea pig.

Virion: Poor dear! Here, take my handkerchief.

Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK*

Virion: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry,
Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.

Noire: Er... are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the
future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs.
..Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to
sleep.

Virion: Oh, dear. That's... rather pathetic.

Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*

Virion: B-but that was a different me. Just wait-- I shall prove my worth to
you anew!

Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really
can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
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Virion B

Virion: *Sniff* Gods, how embarrassing. Especially for a noble like myself...
*sniff*

Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning...
But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.

Virion: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose
curse.

Noire: Just like before...

Virion: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future...
*sniff* Well, look at the bright side--at least I broke your hex. *sniffle*

Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on
Mother's curses yourself.

Virion: Perhaps some things were simply meant to be...

Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we
did before...

Virion: Hmm?

Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change
anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left
alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall
apart again? Why... *sniff*

Virion: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, my dear.

Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!

Virion: Er... my dear?

Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy
ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping
from your craven face!

Virion: Noire?! What are you...

Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my
head...

Virion: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
=====================================================
Virion A

Virion: Do you have a moment, Noire?

Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?

Virion: Have a look.

Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many...
Father, what are you planning to do to me?

Virion: Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so
she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.

Noire: You... you took away Mother's tools? But... you never did anything
like this before...

Virion: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by
fate.
Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the
future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.

Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near
these tools, let alone take them.

Virion: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can
change anything. All of us--you, me, your mother... everyone.

Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.

Virion: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death!

Noire: That's... a little much, perhaps? But thanks.

Virion: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising
from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Gods! I-
it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!

Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.

Virion: I had better make my escape before I put that "not even death"
promise to the test... Farewell, Noire! Love you!

Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever
coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for
the better!
=====================================================
23. Stahl C

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*

Stahl: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?

Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for
three days straight.

Stahl: That's... an oddly specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in
the first place?

Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell
or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her
guinea pig.

Stahl: Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.

Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*

Stahl: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry,
Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.

Noire: Er... are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the
future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs.
..Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to
sleep.

Stahl: Ouch. That's... kind of pathetic.

Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*

Stahl: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait--I'll prove you can
depend on me!

Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really
can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
=====================================================
Stahl B

Stahl: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down...
*sniff*

Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning...
But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.

Stahl: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose
curse.

Noire: Just like before...

Stahl: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future...
*sniff* Well, look at the bright side--at least your hex is broken now.
*sniffle*

Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on
Mother's curses yourself.

Stahl: I guess some things were simply meant to be...

Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we
did before...

Stahl: Hmm?

Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change
anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left
alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall
apart again? Why... *sniff*

Stahl: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, dear.

Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!

Stahl: Er... dear?

Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy
ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping
from your craven face!

Stahl: Noire?! What are you...

Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my
head...

Stahl: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
=====================================================
Stahl A

Stahl: Do you have a moment, Noire?

Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?

Stahl: Have a look.

Noire:  ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many...
Father, what are you planning to do to me?

Stahl: Hah, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so
she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.

Noire: You... you took away Mother's tools? But... you never did anything
like this before...

Stahl: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by
fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something
the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.

Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near
these tools, let alone take them.

Stahl: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can
change anything. All of us--you, me, your mother... everyone.

Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.

Stahl: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.

Noire: That's... a little much, perhaps? But thanks.

Stahl: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising
from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-
it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!

Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.

Stahl: Oh-oh. I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even
death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!

Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever
coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for
the better!
=====================================================
23. Vaike C

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*

Vaike: Noire? What's wrong? Why are ya cryin'?

Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for
three days straight.

Vaike: What the heck? Why would she do somethin' like that?

Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell
or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her
guinea pig.

Vaike: Poor kid... Here, blow your nose in my hanky.

Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*

Vaike: Well, I can't let ya suffer like this for three whole days. The
Vaike's gonna go have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up!

Noire: Er... are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the
future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs.
..Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to
sleep.

Vaike: Gods. That's... kind of pathetic.

Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*

Vaike: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait--I'll prove ya can
depend on me!

Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really
can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
=====================================================
Vaike B

Vaike: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... Looks like the Vaiek letcha you down...
*sniff*

Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning...
But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.

Vaike: I ain't cryin'. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose
curse.

Noire: Just like before...

Vaike: Urgh... Ya did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff*
But hey, at least your hex is broken now, right? *sniffle*

Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on
Mother's curses yourself.

Vaike: I guess some things were just meant to be...

Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we
did before...

Vaike: Muh?

Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change
anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left
alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall
apart again? Why... *sniff*

Vaike: *Sniff* Aw, don't cry, sweet cheeks.

Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!

Vaike: Er... sweet cheeks?

Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy
ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping
from your craven face!

Vaike: Noire?! What in blazes...?

Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my
head...

Vaike: Noire, wait! Ain't no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
=====================================================
Vaike A

Vaike: Ya got a moment, Noire?

Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?

Vaike: Take a look.

Noire:  ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many...
Father, what are you planning to do to me?

Vaike: Ha ha! A whole lotta nothin'! I stole these from your mother so she
couldn't put any more weird hexes on ya.

Noire: You... you took away Mother's tools? But... you never did anything
like this before...

Vaike: Before, ya said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate.
Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the
future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.

Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near
these tools, let alone take them.

Vaike: I only changed because ya came back to me. And together, we can change
anything. All of us--you, me, your mother... everyone.

Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.

Vaike: Nothing's takin' me away from ya again. Not even death!

Noire: That's... a little much, perhaps? But thanks.

Vaike: ...Hey, you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising
from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! It's
your mother! And she's FURIOUS!

Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.

Vaike: I'd better make tracks before I put that "not even death" promise to
the test... See ya, sweet cheeks! Love ya!

Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever
coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for
the better!
=====================================================
23. Kellam C

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*

Kellam: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?

Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for
three days straight.

Kellam: That's... an oddly specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in
the first place?

Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell
or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her
guinea pig.

Kellam: Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.

Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*

Kellam: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry,
Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.

Noire: Er... are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the
future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs.
..Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to
sleep.

Kellam: Gosh, that's.. kind of pathetic...

Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*

Kellam: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait--I'll prove you can
depend on me!

Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really
can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
=====================================================
Kellam B

Kellam: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down...
*sniff*

Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning...
But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.

Kellam: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose
curse.

Noire: Just like before...

Kellam: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future...
*sniff*
Well, look at the bright side--at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*

Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on
Mother's curses yourself.

Kellam: I guess some things were simply meant to be...

Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we
did before...

Kellam: Hmm?

Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change
anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left
alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall
apart again? Why... *sniff*

Kellam: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, sweetie...

Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!

Kellam: Er... sweetie?

Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy
ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping
from your craven face!

Kellam: Noire?! What are you...

Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my
head...

Kellam: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
=====================================================
Kellam A

Kellam: Do you have a moment, Noire?

Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?

Kellam: Have a look.

Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many...
Father, what are you planning to do to me?

Kellam: Hah, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so
she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.

Noire: You... you took away Mother's tools? But... you never did anything
like this before...

Kellam: Before, you said we couldn't anything. That we're bound by fate.
Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest... If I did something the
future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.

Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near
these tools, let alone take them.

Kellam: I only changed because you came back to me... And together, we can
change anything. All of us--you, me, your mother... everyone.

Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.

Kellam: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.

Noire: That's... a little much, perhaps? But thanks.

Kellam: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising
from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-
it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!

Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.

Kellam: Oh, man... I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not
even death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!

Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever
coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for
the better!
=====================================================
23. Lon'qu C

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*

Lon'qu: What's wrong? Why are you crying?

Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for
three days straight.

Lon'qu: That's an... odd hex. But wait, why would she do something like that?

Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell
or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her
guinea pig.

Lon'qu: Heh. Here, take my handkerchief.

Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*

Lon'qu: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... I'll have a
talk with your mother and get this cleared up.

Noire: Er... are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the
future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs.
..Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to
sleep.

Lon'qu: That's... kind of pathetic.

Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*

Lon'qu: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait--I shall prove my
worth to you!

Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really
can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
=====================================================
Lon'qu B

Lon'qu: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... It seems like I let you down... *sniff*

Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning...
But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.

Lon'qu: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose
curse.

Noire: Just like before...

Lon'qu: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future...
*sniff* But hey--at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*

Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on
Mother's curses yourself.

Lon'qu: I guess some things were simply meant to be...

Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we
did before...

Lon'qu: ......

Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change
anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left
alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall
apart again? Why... *sniff*

Lon'qu: *Sniff* Don't cry, Noire.

Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!

Lon'qu: Er... Noire?

Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy
ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping
from your craven face!

Lon'qu: Noire?! What are you...

Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my
head...

Lon'qu: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
=====================================================
Lon'qu A

Lon'qu: Do you have a moment, Noire?

Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?

Lon'qu: Have a look.

Noire:  ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many...
Father, what are you planning to do to me?

Lon'qu: Heh, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so
she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.

Noire: You... you took away Mother's tools? But... you never did anything
like this before...

Lon'qu: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by
fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something
the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.

Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near
these tools, let alone take them.

Lon'qu: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can
change anything. All of us--you, me, your mother... everyone.

Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.

Lon'qu: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.

Noire: That's... a little much, perhaps? But thanks.

Lon'qu: ...Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from
the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's
your mother! And she's FURIOUS!

Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.

Lon'qu: Gods, I'd better leave before I test that whole "not even death"
promise... I'll see you later, Noire.

Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever
coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for
the better!
=====================================================
23. Donnel C

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*

Donnel: What's wrong, Noire? Why ya cryin'?

Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for
three days straight.

Donnel: Now why'd she go and do that? ... And why a snifflin' nose, of all
things?

Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell
or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her
guinea pig.

Donnel: Poor thing... Here, take m'lucky handkerchief.

Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*

Donnel: I can't letcha suffer like this for three whole days! Don't worry,
Noire. I'll have me a talk with yer ma and get this cleared up.

Noire: Er... are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the
future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs.
..Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to
sleep.

Donnel: Golly, that's right pathetic...

Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*

Donnel: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait--I'll prove ya can
depend on me!

Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really
can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
=====================================================
Donnel B

Donnel: *Sniff* I'm dreadful sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let ya
down... *sniff*

Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning...
But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.

Donnel: I ain't cryin'. *sniff* Yer ma hit me with a five-day runny-nose
curse.

Noire: Just like before...

Donnel: Urgh... Ya did warn me this was how it used to play out in the
future... But look at the bright side--at least yer hex is broken! *sniffle*

Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on
Mother's curses yourself.

Donnel: I guess some things were just meant to be...

Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we
did before...

Donnel: How's that now?

Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change
anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left
alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall
apart again? Why... *sniff*

Donnel: *Sniff* Aw, don't cry, sweet pea.

Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!

Donnel: Er... sweet pea?

Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy
ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping
from your craven face!

Donnel: What in the heck?!

Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my
head...

Donnel: Noire, wait! There ain't no such thing as predetermined destiny!
*sniff*
=====================================================
Donnel A

Donnel: Ya have a moment, Noire?

Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?

Donnel: Have a look.

Noire:  ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many...
Father, what are you planning to do to me?

Donnel: Hah! Nothin' to you, Noire. I done stole these from yer ma what so
she can't be puttin' weird hexes on ya.

Noire: You... you took away Mother's tools? But... you never did anything
like this before...

Donnel: 'Fore, ya said we couldn't change nothin'. That we was bound by fate.
I reckoned I'd see if I couldn't lay that ol' fear to rest. If I did
somethin' the future me couldn't, it would prove that stuff can change.

Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near
these tools, let alone take them.

Donnel: I only changed 'cause ya came back to me. And together, we can change
anythin'. All of us--you, me, your ma... everyone.

Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.

Donnel: Nothing's takin' me away from ya again. Not even death!

Noire: That's... a little much, perhaps? But thanks.

Donnel: Say, do you feel that? A sudden rush of forebodin' fury comin' from
them shadows? A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's yer
ma! And she's FURIOUS!

Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.

Donnel: *Gulp* I better skedaddle 'fore I test that whole "not even death"
promise... Bye for now, Noire! Love ya!

Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever
coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for
the better!
=====================================================
23. Ricken C

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*

Ricken: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?

Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for
three days straight.

Ricken: That's an awfully strange hex... But wait, why would she do that in
the first place?

Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell
or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff/ uses me as her
guinea pig.

Ricken: That's terrible! Here, take my handkerchief.

Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*

Ricken: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry,
Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.

Noire: Er... are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the
future.
Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or
sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.

Ricken: Gosh, that's... kind of pathetic.

Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*

Ricken: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait--- I'll prove you can
depend on me!

Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really
can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
=====================================================
Ricken B

Ricken: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down...
*sniff*

Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning...
But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.

Ricken: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose
curse.

Noire: Just like before...

Ricken: Urgh... You did say that was how it played out in the future...
*sniff*
But look at the bright side--- at least your gex is broken now! *sniffle*

Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on
Mother's curses yourself.

Ricken: I guess some things were just meant to be...

Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we
did before...

Ricken: Hmm?

Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change
anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left
alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall
apart again? Why... *sniff*

Ricken: *Sniff* Aw, don't cry, kiddo.

Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!

Ricken: Er... kiddo?

Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy
ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping
from your craven face!

Ricken: Noire?! What are you...

Noire: *Ahen* ... I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my
head...

Ricken: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
=====================================================
Ricken A

Ricken: Do you have a minute, Noire?

Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?

Ricken: Have a look.

Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many...
Father, what are you planning to do to me?

Ricken: Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I swiped these from your mother so she
couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.

Noire: You... you took away Mother's tools? But... you never did anything
like this before...

Ricken: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by
fate.
Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the
future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.

Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near
these tools, let alone take them.

Ricken: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can
change anything. All of us--- you, me, your mother... everyone.

Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.

Ricken: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death!

Noire: That's... a little much, perhaps? But thanks.

Ricken: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising
from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-
it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!

Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.

Ricken: Yikes! I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even
death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!

Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever
coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for
the better!
=====================================================
23. Gaius C

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*

Gaius: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?

Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for
three days straight.

Gaius: That's an awfully specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in the
first place?

Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell
or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiff* uses me as her
guinea pig.

Gaius: Heh, poor kid... Here, take this candy wrapper.

Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*

Gaius: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry,
Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.

Noire: Er... are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the
future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs.
..Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to
sleep.

Gaius: Damn, that's...kind of pathetic.

Noire:. ..Yup. *sniff*

Gaius: Well, whatever. That was a different me. Just wait-I'll prove I'm
dependable!

Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really
can be different this time around. *sniiff*
=====================================================
Gaius B

Gaius: *Sniff* Sorry, Noire... Looks like I let you down... *sniff*

Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning. But
there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.

Gaius: I'm not crying! *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose
curse...

Noire: Just like before...

Gaius: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future...
*sniff* Well, look on the bright side-at least your hex is broken now.
*sniffle*

Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on
Mother's curses yourself.

Gaius: I guess some things were just meant to be...

Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we
did before...

Gaius: Huh?

Noire:  My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change
anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left
alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall
apart again? Why... *sniff*

Gaius: *Sniff* Hey, don't cry, cupcake.

Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!

Gaius: Er... cupcake?

Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy
ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping
from your craven face!

Gaius: Noire?! What in blazes...

Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my
head.

Gaius: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
=====================================================
Gaius A

Gaius: Got a minute, Noire?

Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?

Gaius: Have a look.

Noire:  ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many...
Father, what are you planning to do to me?

Gaius: Heh, nothing to you, Noire. I swiped these from your mother so she
couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.

Noire: You... you took away Mother's tools? But... you never did anything
like this before...

Gaius: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by
fate. Well, I thought I'd see if I couldn't lay that fear to rest. If I did
something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.

Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near
these tools, let alone take them.

Gaius: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can
change anything. All of us--you, me, your mother... everyone.

Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.

Gaius: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death!

Noire: That's... a little much, perhaps? But thanks.

Gaius: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising
from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-
it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!

Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.

Gaius: Drat. I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even
death" promise... See ya, Noire! Love you!

Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever
coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for
the better!
=====================================================
23. Gregor C

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*

Gregor: Noire? What is wrong? Why do you make with the crying?

Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for
three days straight.

Gregor: Oy! What a horrible night to have curse, yes?

Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell
or another. Everytime she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her
guinea pig.

Gregor: Poor child... Here, take Gregor's handkerchief.

Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*

Gregor: Gregor cannot let you suffer like this for three whole days... Do not
worry. He will go talk with mother and fix situation.

Noire: Er... are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the
future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs.
..Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to
sleep.

Gregor: Oy! Future Gregor sound like pathetic man-child!

Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*

Gregor: But that was different Gregor, yes? THIS Gregor much more
dependingable!

Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really
can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
=====================================================
Gregor B

Gregor: *Sniff* Gregor is sorry, Noire... Plan was big failure... *sniff*

Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning...
But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.

Gregor: G-Gregor not crying! *sniff* Gregor hit with five-day running-nose
curse...

Noire: Just like before...

Gregor: Oy... You did say this how it played out in bleak, terrible future...
*sniff* But look at brightest side- at least hex is broken now, yes?
*sniffle*

Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on
Mother's curses yourself.

Gregor: Perhaps some things were simply meant to be...

Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we
did before...

Gregor: Hmm?

Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change
anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left
alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall
apart again? Why... *sniff*

Gregor: *Sniff* Oy, do not cry,pumpkin.

Noire: FOOLS! THESE ARE NO TEARS!

Gregor: Er... pumpkin?

Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy
ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping
from your craven face!

Gregor: Oy! Why you make with the yelling and the screaming and so forth?!

Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my
head...

Gregor: Noire, wait! Is no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
=====================================================
Gregor A

Gregor: Hello, Noire. You have moment, yes?

Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?

Gregor: Here, have a look.

Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many...
Father, what are you planning to do to me?

Gregor: Ho ho! Nothing to Noire, of course. Gregor take these from mother so
she not put weird hex on you again.

Noire: You... you took away Mother's tools? But... you never did anything
like this before...

Gregor: You said we could change nothing, yes? That we are bounded by the
fate. But if Gregor do something future Gregor could not, then fate have no
hold on life.

Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near
these tools, let alone take them.

Gregor: Gregor only change because pumpkin came back to him. Together, we can
change anything. All of us- you, me, mother... everyone!

Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.

Gregor: Nothing will take Gregor away from you again. Not even death.

Noire: That's... a little much,perhaps? But thanks.

Gregor: Hmm... Gregor suddenly have strange feeling... Like fury rising from
shadows... Is Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is bears? No... Urk! Is your mother!
And she is FURIOUS!

Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.

Gregor: Oy, this bad. Gregor best flee before testing "not even death"
promise... Bye for now, Noire! Much love!

Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever
coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for
the better!
=====================================================
23. Libra C

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*

Libra: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?

Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for
three days straight.

Libra: By the gods, why would she do something like that?

Noire: It's nothing new, *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell
or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her
guinea pig.

Libra: Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.

Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK*

Libra: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry,
Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.

Noire: Er... are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the
future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs.
..Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to
sleep.

Libra: Oh, dear. That's... rather pathetic.

Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*

Libra: B-but that was a different me. Just wait-- I shall prove you can
depend on me!

Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really
can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
=====================================================
Libra B

Libra: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down...
*sniff*

Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning...
But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.

Libra: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose
curse.

Noire: Just like before...

Libra: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future...
*sniff* Well, look at the bright side--at least your hex is broken now.
*sniffle*

Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on
Mother's curses yourself.

Libra: Perhaps some things were simply meant to be...

Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we
did before...

Libra: Hmm?

Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change
anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left
alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall
apart again? Why... *sniff*

Libra: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, love.

Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!

Libra: Er... love?

Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy
ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping
from your craven face!

Libra: Noire?! What are you...

Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my
head...

Libra: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
=====================================================
Libra A

Libra: Do you have a moment, Noire?

Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?

Libra: Have a look.

Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many...
Father, what are you planning to do to me?

Libra: Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so
she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.

Noire: You... you took away Mother's tools? But... you never did anything
like this before...

Libra: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by
fate.
Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the
future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.

Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near
these tools, let alone take them.

Libra: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can
change anything. All of us--you, me, your mother... everyone.

Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.

Libra: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.

Noire: That's... a little much, perhaps? But thanks.

Libra: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising
from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Gods! I-
it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!

Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.

Libra: I had better make my escape before I put that "not even death" promise
to the test... Farewell, Noire! Love you!

Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever
coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for
the better!
=====================================================
23. Henry C

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*

Henry: Hey-o, Noire! What's wrong? Why are you crying?

Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for
three days straight.

Henry: Nya ha ha! I'd never inflict such a useless curse on someone!

Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell
or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me asher
guinea pig.

Henry: Aw. Here's take my handkerchief.

Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*

Henry: Whelp, I'm not exactly sure how to break a curse this strange,
actually...
But don't worry. I'll have a talk with your mother and get it cleared up.

Noire: Err... are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the
future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs.
..Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to
sleep.

Henry: Nya ha! That's... kind of pathetic.

Noire: ...Yep. sniff

Henry: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait- I'll prove you can
depend on me!

Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really
can be different this time around.*sniiiff*
=====================================================
Henry B

Henry: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... Seems like I really let you down...
*sniff*

Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning...
But there is no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.

Henry: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose
curse.

Noire: Just like before...

Henry: Urgh... Guess you did say this was how it played out in the future...
*sniff* But look at the bright side-at least your hex is broken now!
*sniffle*

Noire: Yup, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on
Mother's curses yourself.

Henry: I guess somethings were just meant to be...

Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we
did before...

Henry: Huh?

Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change
anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left
alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall
apart again? Why... *sniff*

Henry: *Sniff* Hey, don't cry!

Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!

Henry: Uh-oh. Here we go...

Noire: Bwahaha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts,
mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your
craven face!

Henry: Er, Noire? Come back, Noire.

Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry Father. I think I need to step out and clear my
head...

Henry: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
=====================================================
Henry A

Henry: Got a second, Noire?

Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?

Henry: Ta-daaa!

Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many...
Father, what are you planning to do to me?

Henry: Nya ha, nothing to you, Noire. I stole these from your mother so she
couldn't put any more curses on you.

Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But... you never did anything like
this before...

Henry: Before you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate.
Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the
future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change!

Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near
these tools, let alone take them.

Henry: I only changed because you came back to me, you know? And together, we
can change anything. All of us- you, me, your mother... everyone.

Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.

Henry: Nothing's taking me away from you again. ...Not even death.

Noire: That's... a little much, perhaps? But thanks.

Henry: Say, do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding? Fury rising from
the shadows? A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Oh, gods! It's
your mother! And she's FURIOUS!

Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.

Henry: I'd better take off before I test that whole "not even death" promise!
Nya ha! Bye for now, Noire!

Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever
coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for
the better!
____________________________________________________________

Inigo^

24. Olivia C

Olivia: Inigo? It's the middle of the night. Where are you going?

Inigo: Oh, Mother! Er, well, I was just off to... chat up the ladies! You
know me! Ha ha!

Olivia: Nonsense. The only things out there at this hour are Risen. Now, may
I have the truth?
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Inigo: Er, I... I'm... I just wanted to...

Olivia: Practice your dancing?

Inigo: ...How did you know?

Olivia: Someone said they spotted you dancing in the woods a few nights back.
I thought you might be making a habit of it.

Inigo: They SAW that?! B-But, I made sure to stay behind that big tree the
whole time! Argh, that's so embarrassing! ...And I bet they were horrified.

Olivia: Quite the opposite. They said it was a breathtaking sight. Apparently
they lost track of time just standing there, mesmerized...

Inigo: That's even MORE embarrassing! I'm not good with praise, you know? I'm
used to rejection! And wait, lost track of time? How long were they
watching?! Ugh, I give up... I'll never be able to practice in peace again.
This is going to haunt me to the grave. The GRAVE, I tell you!

Olivia: Well, what if we practived together? Finding secret, out-of-the-way
spots to practice is something of a talent of mine. Besides, it's too
dangerous to let you charge off into the woods alone at night.

Inigo: Together? What, with YOU?! Wouldn't you be humiliated trying out
incomplete dances with someone watching?

Olivia: Not if that someone were you! You're my son, Inigo! So, what do you
say? It would be just the two of us.

Inigo: Er, that's really sweet, but... I'm sorry, Mother.

Olivia: Hmm? Why not? Still too embarrassing?

Inigo: No, it's not that. Well, it IS, but... It's more than that.

Olivia: What do you mean?

Inigo: L-look, I'm sorry, but I can't. I just can't! I'm going back to my
tent. Good night, Mother!

Olivia: Inigo, wait!
=====================================================
Olivia B

Inigo: ...... Sigh... Let me guess. You're in this one today?

Olivia: Eep! I-Inigo?! Er, what a coincidence!

Inigo: Yes, you just happened to find yourself hiding in a barrel. What ARE
the chances? Mother, PLEASE stop trying to spy on me while I practice! You've
climbed trees, hidden under bridges, painted yourself in ridiculous
camouflage... The time you jumped out from that waterfall nearly gave me a
waterfall in my pants!

Olivia: But I want to see you dance! Random people from the camp keep coming
across you and raving about it! I'm your mother, and I haven't seen you dance
even once! How is that fair?!

Inigo: I'm sorry, but having people see moves that I'm still working on is
mortifying. You're as shy as I am. You HAVE to know how I feel. ...Don't you?

Olivia: Oh... W-well, if you're so shy, why do you spend each day hitting on
every girl you find?!

Inigo: Heh, you of all people should know the answer to that one. After all,
you're the reason I developed this flirting habit in the first place!

Olivia: What?! I most certainly am not!

Inigo: Yes you are! When I was little, I was even more shy than you are now.
I came to you in tears asking how to be more comfortable around people. And
you said the fastest way for a man to practice bravery was to talk to women!

Olivia: ...Oh, gods. What in the world was my future self thinking?

Inigo: I believe you said it was advice a good friend once gave you. Anyway,
I gave it a try, and it worked! ...Surprisingly enough.

Olivia: And then it became a habit?

Inigo: Apparently so. But whatever you want to call it, I owe it all to you.

Olivia: I'm sorry...

Inigo: What? Why? Don't apologize. If I want to help people with my dancing,
I need to become as alluring as possible. If I can't talk my way into a date
or five, I know I've still got a long ways to go. Flirting is another part of
my training. ...With its own benefits, naturally. So, really. I'm thankful.

Olivia: W-well, I suppose as long as it's helped you...

Inigo: It has, and it does! So you don't need to worry about me so much,
okay? Now, come on. It's nearly time for supper.

Olivia: It's such a relief to hear he has good reasons for all that skirt
chasing. Hee hee! Though I'd love to see a girl's face when he says his
mother sent him... But wait-I still didn't get to see him dance today! I
lugged this barrely in here and everything. ...Ugh, how embarrassing.
=====================================================
Olivia A

Inigo: ...Nice. Those were some damned fine moves, if I do say so myself.

Olivia: Yes, a brilliant performance!

Inigo: Gah?!

Olivia: Though your spins still lack the strength of your convictions. Stop
holding back! Oh, and extend your focus through the very tips of your
fingers. That will help through those tricky transition moves.

Inigo: All right, where were you hiding today, Mother?

Olivia: Nowhere! This time I really did just happen to pass by-I swear!
Though I thank the gods for the chance to finally see you dance. The latter
half was a bit of a departure, but I recognize the routine. It's my favorite.
..Er, did I teach you that in the future?

Inigo: ......

Olivia: Inigo?

Inigo: Yes. It was the last dance you taught me. That's why the second half
is different. ...You died before we got that far.

Olivia: ...Oh.

Inigo: And here I've been working so hard to develop an amazing version to
show you... Not much point, if you're going to spoil the surprise by peeking
before it's done.

Olivia: I'm so sorry! I didn't know! Oh, I feel just awful...

Inigo: Don't. It's fine... To tell you the truth, I really wanted to hear
your thoughts. I always used to practice beside your grave. I'd try to
imagine what you'd say as you watched me. What I could fix... I'd picture how
you'd tell me to speed up or praise me when I got it right. I could hear it
all in my head as I danced. But I just wanted to hear it aloud... Anyway,
that's why I'm... I'm just glad. *sniff*

Olivia: Ah! No, don't cry! It's all right! The me in the future might have
left, but I swear, this me is here to stay. We can dance together, or see the
world, or anything! I'll do anything to make you happy, my darling boy.

Inigo: ...... ...Thanks, Mom.

Olivia: It's my pleasure.

Inigo: Sorry I've been so weird about letting you watch me dance... Er, but
would you teach me the real second half of that routine sometime?

Olivia: Of course!
=====================================================
24. Chrom C

Inigo: Ugh, Father! That gorgeous girl was just about to say yes to a date!
JUST about to! Did you really have to drag me off like that?!

Chrom: We have a battle to prepare for, Inigo. Everyone else is ready to
march. If you're mad, be mad at yourself for losing track of time.

Inigo: Oh, heh heh heh... Whoops... All right, time to go trounce some
enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!

Chrom: ......

Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?

Chrom: No. I was just wondering if you were like this in the future as well.

Inigo: Depends on what you mean by "like this," I suppose.

Chrom: For someone who came from an apocalyptic hellscape, you're awfully
carefree. Seems like you haven't a care in the world past whose bed you'll be
sharing tonight. Lucina's so driven and serious... It's strange you don't
have any of that purpose.

Inigo: No purpose?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!

Chrom: Oh, is that the case?

Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just
hearing my name!

Chrom: ...Your purpose in life is to be popular with girls? You literally
traveled across time... to be popular with girls?!

Inigo: To be popular with ALL girls. Genius, I know. But stop, Father. You're
making me blush.

Chrom: I... I don't even know what to say.

Inigo: What? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!

Chrom: No, that's not what... Where do I even begin? Suddenly I'm feeling
very tired... I'm going on ahead.

Inigo: ...... ...Not a care in the world, huh? Not a thought in my head, he
means! For being such a softy with everyone else, he sure doesn't pull any
punches with me...
=====================================================
Chrom B

Inigo: Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to camp like this...

Chrom: Something wrong, Inigo? Everyone else has already headed back.

Inigo: F-Father?! Er, I just...though I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of
the battlefield!

Chrom: ...You're a worse liar than your mother. It's obvious your leg is
wounded.

Inigo: It's fine, it's-GYAAAH! Ow! Ow, ow ow! No, don't touch it! Don't touch
it!

Chrom: This is a serious injury, Inigo! Why didn't you say something?

Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.

Chrom: Gods, ENOUGH, Inigo!

Inigo: ...Father?

Chrom: You can barely walk, and you're still thinking about girls?! Be
serious for once! Really, why did you travel back from the future? Lucina
fights so hard, but you... Honestly, I'm disappointed. You have no idea what
it means to be at war.

Inigo: ...... You don't know a damned thing! You're the one who's clueless,
Father!

Chrom: Wh-what?

Inigo: Do you think I'd be out here if I were ONLY after girls? Out here
fighting every day, wondering if this is the time I don't make it home?!

Chrom: Inigo, I didn't-

Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depend on me
in the future. Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my life.
With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice. I HAD to be
invincible. I couldn't complain or show any weakness. Not with everyone else
struggling in that damn war-torn wasteland... Even with you and Mother gone,
I had to pretend I was fine. That I wasn't hurting. I had to fight every day
of my sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!

Chrom: ......

Inigo: ...You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the world? Well,
sorry to tell you, but that's not all the case at all. I smile and joke
around because I don't want to show the world any weakness... If that
disappoints you...then I guess you'll just have to be disappointed.

Chrom: Inigo, listen...

Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.

Chrom: ...... I... I had no idea...
=====================================================
Chrom A

Chrom: Inigo. I wanted to speak with you.

Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?

Chrom: That's good, Son.

Inigo: Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And... I'm sorry to have
worried you.

Chrom: No, I'M sorry. For what I said. It was... insensitive.... You've been
fighting with all you've got. I had no right to criticize you.

Inigo: Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history. Plus... it was
my fault, too.

Chrom: Still...

Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!

Chrom: Huh?

Inigo: You always seem so gloomy lately. Let's see a smile for once!

Chrom: Ah ha ha! Stop that! S-stop! It really tickles! Ha ha ha!

Inigo: Ha ha, there it is! That's better! I didn't come all this way to see
you mope around, you know?

Chrom: ...That was why you came back? To make me happy?

Inigo: Well... yeah. You, and me, and everybody. The whole world, I guess.
Anyway, I suppose I'm okay telling you that now.

Chrom: You can tell me anything.

Inigo: You say that now, but I don't want to hear any complaints once I get
going! I may be all smiles on the outside, but I'm actually pretty sensitive.
And pessimistic. ...Oh, and I cry at the drop of a hat. Whenever a girl turns
me down, I'm a complete mess for days.

Chrom: Ha! You can stop kidding now, Inigo. I'm already smiling.

Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All the stuff about the girls-it was never a
part of the act.

Chrom: Well, that's fine... in moderation, of course. You're a strong man,
Inigo, and I couldn't be prouder of you. But no one is invincible, and you
shouldn't pretend to be. If something's wrong, come to me. We'll figure it
out together.

Inigo: Father... I knew you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!

Chrom: Waugh! N-neck! Inigo, my neck! Too tight! C-can't breathe!

Inigo: I-it's your own fault! I don't think you've ever said anything like
that to me before! And listen- the same goes for you. Whatever the problem,
I'll help. I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you twice.

Chrom: And I'll be damned if I'm ever going to lose such a wonderful son.
=====================================================
24. Frederick C

Inigo: Ugh, Father! That gorgeous girl was just about to say yes to a date!
JUST about to! Did you really have to drag me off like that?!

Frederick: We have a battle to prepare for, Inigo. Everyone else is ready to
march. If you're mad, be mad at yourself for losing track of time.

Inigo: Oh, heh heh heh... Whoops... All right, time to go trounce some
enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!

Frederick: ......

Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?

Frederick: No. I was just wondering if you were like this in the future as
well.

Inigo: Depends on what you mean by "like this," I suppose.

Frederick: For someone who came from an apocalyptic hellscape, you're awfully
carefree. It seems like you haven't a care in the world past whose bed you'll
be sharing tonight. Lucina's so driven and serious... It's strange you don't
have any of that purpose.

Inigo: No purpose?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!

Frederick: Is that so?

Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just
hearing my name!

Frederick: ...Your purpose in life is to be popular with girls? You literally
traveled across time... to be popular with girls?!

Inigo: To be popular with ALL girls. Genius, I know. But stop, Father. You're
making me blush.

Frederick: I... I don't even know what to say.

Inigo: What? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!

Frederick: No, that's not what... Where do I even begin? Suddenly I'm feeling
very tired... I'm going on ahead.

Inigo: ...... ...Not a care in the world, huh? Not a thought in my head, he
means! For being such a softy with everyone else, he sure doesn't pull any
punches with me...
=====================================================
Frederick B

Inigo: Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to camp like this...

Frederick: Something wrong, Inigo? Everyone else has already headed back.

Inigo: F-Father?! Er, I just... thought I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of
the battlefield!

Frederick: ...You're a worse liar than your mother. It's obvious your leg is
wounded.

Inigo: It's fine, it's- GYAAAH! Ow! Ow, ow ow! No, don't touch it! Don't
touch it!

Frederick: This is a serious injury, Inigo! Why didn't you say something?

Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.

Frederick: That is ENOUGH!

Inigo: ...Father?

Frederick: You can barely walk, and you're still thinking about girls?! Be
serious for once! Really, why did you travel back from the future? Lucina
fights so hard, but you... Honestly, I'm disappointed. You have no idea what
it means to be at war.

Inigo: ...... You don't know a damned thing! You're the one who's clueless,
Father!

Frederick: Wh-what?

Inigo: Do you think I'd be out here if I were ONLY after girls? Out here
fighting every day, wondering if this is the time I don't make it home?!

Frederick: Inigo, I didn't-

Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depended on
me in the future. Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my
life. With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice. I HAD to be
invincible. I couldn't complain or show any weakness. Not with everyone else
struggling in that damn war-torn wasteland... Even with you and Mother gone,
I had to pretend I was fine. That I wasn't hurting. I had to fight every day
of my sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!

Frederick: ......

Inigo: ...You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the world? Well,
sorry to tell you, but that's not all the case at all. I smile and joke
around because I don't want to show the world any weakness... If that
disappoints you...then I guess you'll just have to be disappointed.

Frederick: Inigo, listen...

Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.

Frederick: ...... I... I had no idea...
=====================================================
Frederick A

Frederick: Inigo? I wanted to speak with you.

Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?

Frederick: That's good, Son.

Inigo: Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And...I'm sorry to have
worried you.

Frederick: No, I'M sorry. For what I said. It was...insensitive.... You've
been fighting with all your might. I had no right to criticize you.

Inigo: Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history. Plus... it was
my fault, too.

Frederick: Still...

Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!

Frederick: Hmm?

Inigo: You always seem so gloomy lately. Let's see a smile for once!

Frederick: Ah ha ha! Stop that! S-stop! That tickles! Ha ha ha!

Inigo: Ha ha, there it is! That's better! I didn't come all this way to see
you mope around, you know?

Frederick: ...That was why you came back? To make me happy?

Inigo: Well..yeah. You, and me, and everybody. The whole world, I guess.
Anyway, I suppose I'm okay telling you that now.

Frederick: You can tell me anything.

Inigo: You say that now, but I don't want to hear any complaints once I get
going! I may be all smiles on the outside, but I'm actually pretty sensitive.
And pessimistic. ...Oh, and I cry at the drop of a hat. Whenever a girl turns
me down, I'm a complete mess for days.

Frederick: Ha. You can stop kidding now, Inigo. I'm already smiling.

Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All the stuff about the girls-it was never a
part of the act.

Frederick: That's fine... in moderation, of course. You're a strong man,
Inigo, and I couldn't be prouder of you. But no one is invincible, and you
shouldn't pretend to be. If something's wrong, come to me. We'll figure it
out together.

Inigo: Father... I knew you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!

Frederick: Waugh! N-neck! Inigo, my neck! Too tight! C-can't breathe!

Inigo: I-it's your own fault! I don't think you've ever said anything like
that to me before!  And listen- the same goes for you. Whatever the problem,
I'll help. I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you twice.

Frederick: And I'll be damned if I'm ever going to lose such a wonderful son.
=====================================================
24. Virion C

Inigo: Ugh, Father! That gorgeous girl was just about to say yes to a date!
JUST about to! Did you really have to drag me off like that?!

Virion: Hunting the fairer sex is indeed a noble pursuit, as I know better
than most... But we have a battle to prepare for, Inigo. Everyone else is
ready to march. If you're mad, be mad at yourself for losing track of time.

Inigo: Oh, heh heh heh... Whoops... All right, time to go trounce some
enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!

Virion: ......

Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?

Virion: No. I was just wondering if you were like this in the future as well.

Inigo: Depends on what you mean by "like this," I suppose.

Virion: For someone who came from an apocalyptic hellscape, you're awfully
carefree. Seems like you haven't a care in the world past whose bed you'll be
sharing tonight. Lucina's so driven and serious... It's strange you don't
have any of that purpose.

Inigo: No purpose?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!

Virion: Are you now?

Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just
hearing my name!

Virion: ...Your purpose in life is to be popular with girls? You literally
traveled across time... to be popular with girls?!

Inigo: To be popular with ALL girls. Genius, I know. But stop, Father. You're
making me blush.

Virion: I am... speechless...

Inigo: What? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!

Virion: It's as if you only inherited one aspect of my... Ahh, never mind.
Suddenly I'm feeling very tired... I'm going on ahead.

Inigo: ...... ...Not a care in the world, huh? Not a thought in my head, he
means! For being such a softy with everyone else, he sure doesn't pull any
punches with me...
=====================================================
Virion B

Inigo: Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to camp like this...

Virion: Something wrong, Inigo? Everyone else has already headed back.

Inigo: F-Father?! Er, I just... thought I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of
the battlefield!

Virion: ...You're a worse liar than your mother. It's obvious your leg is
wounded.

Inigo: It's fine, it's-GYAAAH! Ow! Ow, ow ow! No, don't touch it! Don't touch
it!

Virion: This is a serious injury, Inigo! Why didn't you say something?

Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.

Virion: That is ENOUGH, Inigo!

Inigo: ...Father?

Virion: You can barely walk, and you're still thinking about girls?! Be
serious for once! Really, why did you travel back from the future? Lucina
fights so hard, but you... Honestly, I'm disappointed. You have no idea what
it means to be at war.

Inigo: ...... You don't know a damned thing! You're the one who's clueless,
Father!

Virion: Wh-what?

Inigo: Do you think I'd be out here if I were ONLY after girls? Out here
fighting every day, wondering if this is the time I don't make it home?!

Virion: Inigo, I did not-

Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depend on me
in the future. Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my life.
With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice. I HAD to be
invincible. I couldn't complain or show any weakness. Not with everyone else
struggling in that damn war-torn wasteland... Even with you and Mother gone,
I had to pretend I was fine. That I wasn't hurting. I had to fight every day
of my sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!

Virion: ......

Inigo: ...You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the world? Well,
sorry to tell you, but that's not all the case at all. I smile and joke
around because I don't want to show the world any weakness... If that
disappoints you...then I guess you'll just have to be disappointed.

Virion: Inigo, listen...

Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.

Virion: ...... I... I had no idea...
=====================================================
Virion A

Virion: Inigo. I wanted to speak with you.

Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?

Virion: That's good, Son.

Inigo: Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And... I'm sorry to have
worried you.

Virion: No, I'M sorry. For what I said. It was insensitive of me. You've been
fighting with all you've got. I had no right to criticize you.

Inigo: Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history. Plus... it was
my fault, too.

Virion: Still...

Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!

Virion: Huh?

Inigo: You always seem so gloomy lately. Let's see a smile for once!

Virion: Ah ha ha! Stop that! S-stop! It really tickles! Ha ha ha!

Inigo: Ha ha, there it is! That's better! I didn't come all this way to see
you mope around, you know?

Virion: ...That was why you came back? To make me happy?

Inigo: Well... yeah. You, and me, and everybody. The whole world, I guess.
Anyway, I suppose I'm okay telling you that now.

Virion: You can tell me anything.

Inigo: You say that now, but I don't want to hear any complaints once I get
going! I may be all smiles on the outside, but I'm actually pretty sensitive.
And pessimistic. ...Oh, and I cry at the drop of a hat. Whenever a girl turns
me down, I'm a complete mess for days.

Virion: Ha! You can stop kidding now, Inigo. I'm already smiling.

Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All the stuff about the girls-it was never a
part of the act.

Virion: Well, that's fine... in moderation, of course. You're a strong man,
Inigo, and I couldn't be prouder of you. But no one is invincible, and you
shouldn't pretend to be. If something's wrong, come to me. We'll figure it
out together.

Inigo: Father... I knew you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!

Virion: Waugh! N-neck! Inigo, my neck! Too tight! C-can't breathe!

Inigo: I-it's your own fault! I don't think you've ever said anything like
that to me before! And listen- the same goes for you. Whatever the problem,
I'll help. I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you twice.

Virion: And I'll be damned if I'm ever going to lose such a wonderful son.
=====================================================
24. Stahl C

Inigo: Ugh, Father! That gorgeous girl was just about to say yes to a date!
JUST about to! Did you really have to drag me off like that?!

Stahl: We have a battle to prepare for, Inigo. Everyone else is ready to
march. If you're mad, be mad at yourself for losing track of time.

Inigo: Oh, heh heh heh... Whoops... All right, time to go trounce some
enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!

Stahl: ......

Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?

Stahl: No. I just... I was wondering if you were like this in the future as
well.

Inigo: Depends on what you mean by "like this," I suppose.

Stahl: For someone who came from an apocalyptic hellscape, you're awfully
carefree. Seems like you haven't a care in the world past whose bed you'll be
sharing tonight. Lucina's so driven and serious... It's strange you don't
have any of that purpose.

Inigo: No purpose?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!

Stahl: Oh, is that so?

Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just
hearing my name!

Stahl: ...Your purpose in life is to be popular with girls? You literally
traveled across time... to be popular with girls?!

Inigo: To be popular with ALL girls. Genius, I know. But stop, Father. You're
making me blush.

Stahl: I... I don't even know what to say.

Inigo: What? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!

Stahl: No, that's not what... Where do I even begin? Suddenly I'm feeling
very tired... I'm going on ahead.

Inigo: ...... ...Not a care in the world, huh? Not a thought in my head, he
means! For being such a softy with everyone else, he sure doesn't pull any
punches with me...
=====================================================
Stahl B

Inigo: Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to camp like this...

Stahl: Something wrong, Inigo? Everyone else has already headed back.

Inigo: F-Father?! Er, I just... thought I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of
the battlefield!

Stahl: ...You're a worse liar than your mother. It's obvious your leg is
wounded.

Inigo: It's fine, it's-GYAAAH! Ow! Ow, ow ow! No, don't touch it! Don't touch
it!

Stahl: This is a serious injury, Inigo! Why didn't you say something?

Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.

Stahl: Gods, ENOUGH, Inigo!

Inigo: ...Father?

Stahl: You can barely walk, and you're still thinking about girls?! Be
serious for once! Really, why did you travel back from the future? Lucina
fights so hard, but you... Honestly, I'm disappointed. You have no idea what
it means to be at war.

Inigo: ...... You don't know a damned thing! You're the one who's clueless,
Father!

Stahl: Wh-what?

Inigo: Do you think I'd be out here if I were ONLY after girls? Out here
fighting every day, wondering if this is the time I don't make it home?!

Stahl: Inigo, I didn't-

Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depend on me
in the future. Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my life.
With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice. I HAD to be
invincible. I couldn't complain or show any weakness. Not with everyone else
struggling in that damn war-torn wasteland... Even with you and Mother gone,
I had to pretend I was fine. That I wasn't hurting. I had to fight every day
of my sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!

Stahl: ......

Inigo: ...You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the world? Well,
sorry to tell you, but that's not all the case at all. I smile and joke
around because I don't want to show the world any weakness... If that
disappoints you...then I guess you'll just have to be disappointed.

Stahl: Inigo, listen...

Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.

Stahl: ...... I... I had no idea...
=====================================================
Stahl A

Stahl: Inigo. I wanted to speak with you.

Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?

Stahl: That's good, Son.

Inigo: Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And... I'm sorry to have
worried you.

Stahl: No, I'M sorry. For what I said. It was... insensitive.... You've been
fighting with all you've got. I had no right to criticize you.

Inigo: Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history. Plus... it was
my fault, too.

Stahl: Still...

Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!

Stahl: Huh?

Inigo: You always seem so gloomy lately. Let's see a smile for once!

Stahl: Ah ha ha! Stop that! S-stop! It really tickles! Ha ha ha!

Inigo: Ha ha, there it is! That's better! I didn't come all this way to see
you mope around, you know?

Stahl: ...That was why you came back? To make me happy?

Inigo: Well... yeah. You, and me, and everybody. The whole world, I guess.
Anyway, I suppose I'm okay telling you that now.

Stahl: You can tell me anything.

Inigo: You say that now, but I don't want to hear any complaints once I get
going! I may be all smiles on the outside, but I'm actually pretty sensitive.
And pessimistic. ...Oh, and I cry at the drop of a hat. Whenever a girl turns
me down, I'm a complete mess for days.

Stahl: Ha! You can stop kidding now, Inigo. I'm already smiling.

Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All the stuff about the girls-it was never a
part of the act.

Stahl: Well, that's fine... in moderation, of course. You're a strong man,
Inigo, and I couldn't be prouder of you. But no one is invincible, and you
shouldn't pretend to be. If something's wrong, come to me. We'll figure it
out together.

Inigo: Father... I knew you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!

Stahl: Waugh! N-neck! Inigo, my neck! Too tight! C-can't breathe!

Inigo: I-it's your own fault! I don't think you've ever said anything like
that to me before! And listen- the same goes for you. Whatever the problem,
I'll help. I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you twice.

Stahl: And I'll be damned if I'm ever going to lose such a wonderful son.
=====================================================
24. Vaike C

Inigo: Ugh, Father! That gorgeous girl was just about to say yes to a date!
JUST about to! Did you really have to drag me off like that?!

Vaike: We've got a battle to prepare for, Inigo! Everyone else is ready to
march. If you're mad, be mad at yourself for losing track of time.

Inigo: Oh, heh heh heh... Whoops... All right, time to go trounce some
enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!

Vaike: ......

Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?

Vaike: No. I was just wonderin' if you were like this in the future, too.

Inigo: Depends on what you mean by "like this," I suppose.

Vaike: For someone who came from an apocalyptic hellscape, you're awfully
carefree. Seems like you haven't a care in the world past whose bed you'll be
sharing tonight. Lucina's so driven and serious... It's strange you don't
have any of that purpose.

Inigo: No purpose?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!

Vaike: Is that so? The Vaike is listening...

Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just
hearing my name!

Vaike: ...Your purpose in life is to be popular with girls? You literally
traveled across time... to be popular with girls?!

Inigo: To be popular with ALL girls. Genius, I know. But stop, Father. You're
making me blush.

Vaike: I'm at a loss for words!

Inigo: What? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!

Vaike: No, that ain't the... Ahh, never mind. Talkin' with you is exhausting.
I'm goin' on ahead.

Inigo: ...... ...Not a care in the world, huh? Not a thought in my head, he
means! For being such a softy with everyone else, he sure doesn't pull any
punches with me...
=====================================================
Vaike B

Inigo: Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to camp like this...

Vaike: Somethin' wrong, Inigo? Everyone else has already headed back.

Inigo F-Father?! Er, I just... thought I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of
the battlefield!

Vaike: Hah! You're a worse liar than your mother! It's obvious your leg is
wounded.

Inigo: It's fine, it's-GYAAAH! Ow! Ow, ow ow! No, don't touch it! Don't touch
it!

Vaike: This is a serious injury, Inigo! Why didn't ya say somethin'?

Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.

Vaike: All right, that's ENOUGH!

Inigo: ...Father?

Vaike: You can barely walk, and you're still thinkin' about girls?! Be
serious for once!  Really, why did you travel back from the future? Lucina
fights so hard, but you... Honestly, I'm disappointed. You got no idea what
it means to be at war.

Inigo: ...... You don't know a damned thing! You're the one who's clueless,
Father!

Vaike: Wh-what?

Inigo: Do you think I'd be out here if I were ONLY after girls? Out here
fighting every day, wondering if this is the time I don't make it home?!

Vaike: Inigo, I didn't-

Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depended on
me in the future. Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my
life. With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice. I HAD to be
invincible. I couldn't complain or show any weakness. Not with everyone else
struggling in that damn war-torn wasteland... Even with you and Mother gone,
I had to pretend I was fine. That I wasn't hurting. I had to fight every day
of my sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!

Vaike: ......

Inigo: ...You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the world? Well,
sorry to tell you, but that's not all the case at all. I smile and joke
around because I don't want to show the world any weakness... If that
disappoints you...then I guess you'll just have to be disappointed.

Vaike: Inigo, listen...

Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.

Vaike: ...... I... I had no idea...
=====================================================
Vaike A

Vaike: Inigo! I wanted to speak with you.

Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?

Vaike: Heck, that's great!

Inigo: Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And... I'm sorry to have
worried you.

Vaike: No, I'M sorry. For what I said. It was... insensitive... You've been
fightin' with all you've got. I got no right to criticize you.

Inigo: Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history. Plus... it was
my fault, too.

Vaike: Still...

Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!

Vaike: Huh?

Inigo: You always seem so gloomy lately. Let's see a smile for once!

Vaike: Ah ha ha! Stop that! S-stop! It really tickles! Ha ha ha!

Inigo: Ha ha, there it is! That's better! I didn't come all this way to see
you mope around, you know?

Vaike: ...That was why you came back? To make the Vaike happy?

Inigo: Well..yeah. You, and me, and everybody. The whole world, I guess.
Anyway, I suppose I'm okay telling you that now.

Vaike: Hell, you can tell me anything!

Inigo: You say that now, but I don't want to hear any complaints once I get
going! I may be all smiles on the outside, but I'm actually pretty sensitive.
And pessimistic. ...Oh, and I cry at the drop of a hat. Whenever a girl turns
me down, I'm a complete mess for days.

Vaike: Ha! You can stop kiddin' now, Inigo. I'm already smilin'.

Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All the stuff about the girls-it was never a
part of the act.

Vaike: Hey, the Vaike loves the ladies, so I can't hold it against ya. You're
a strong man, Inigo, and I couldn't be prouder of ya. But no one is
invincible, and ya shouldn't pretend to be. If somethin's wrong, come to me.
We'll figure it out together.

Inigo: Father... I knew you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!

Vaike: Waugh! N-neck! Inigo, my neck! Too tight! C-can't breathe!

Inigo: I-it's your own fault! I don't think you've ever said anything like
that to me before! And listen- the same goes for you. Whatever the problem,
I'll help. I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you twice.

Vaike: And I'll be damned if I'm ever going to lose such a wonderful son.
=====================================================
24. Kellam C

Inigo: Ugh, Father! That gorgeous girl was just about to say yes to a date!
JUST about to! Did you really have to drag me off like that?!

Kellam: We have a battle to prepare for, Inigo. Everyone else is ready to
march. If you're mad, be mad at yourself for losing track of time.

Inigo: Oh, heh heh heh... Whoops... All right, time to go trounce some
enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!

Kellam: ......

Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?

Kellam: No. I just... I was wondering if you were like this in the future as
well.

Inigo: Depends on what you mean by "like this," I suppose.

Kellam: For someone who came from an apocalyptic hellscape, you're awfully
carefree. Seems like you haven't a care in the world past whose bed you'll be
sharing tonight. Lucina's so driven and serious... It's strange you don't
have any of that purpose.

Inigo: No purpose?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!

Kellam: Is that really true?

Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just
hearing my name!

Kellam: ...Your purpose in life is to be popular with girls? You literally
traveled across time... to be popular with girls?!

Inigo: To be popular with ALL girls. Genius, I know. But stop, Father. You're
making me blush.

Kellam: I'm not sure what to say...

Inigo: What? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!

Kellam: No, that's not what... Where do I even begin? Suddenly I'm feeling
very tired... I'm going on ahead.

Inigo: ...... ...Not a care in the world, huh? Not a thought in my head, he
means! For being such a softy with everyone else, he sure doesn't pull any
punches with me...
=====================================================
Kellam B

Inigo: Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to camp like this...

Kellam: Something wrong, Inigo? Everyone else has already headed back.

Inigo: F-Father?! Er, I just... thought I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of
the battlefield!

Kellam: ...You're a worse liar than your mother. It's obvious your leg is
wounded.

Inigo: It's fine, it's- GYAAAH! Ow! Ow, ow ow! No, don't touch it! Don't
touch it!

Kellam: This is a serious injury, Inigo! Why didn't you say something?

Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.

Kellam: Gods, ENOUGH, Inigo!

Inigo: ...Father?

Kellam: You can barely walk, and you're still thinking about girls?! Be
serious for once! Really, why did you travel back from the future? Lucina
fights so hard, but you... Honestly, I'm disappointed. You got no idea what
it means to be at war.

Inigo: ...... You don't know a damned thing! You're the one who's clueless,
Father!

Kellam: Wh-what?

Inigo: Do you think I'd be out here if I were ONLY after girls? Out here
fighting every day, wondering if this is the time I don't make it home?!

Kellam: Inigo, I didn't-

Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depended on
me in the future. Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my
life. With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice. I HAD to be
invincible. I couldn't complain or show any weakness. Not with everyone else
struggling in that damn war-torn wasteland... Even with you and Mother gone,
I had to pretend I was fine. That I wasn't hurting. I had to fight every day
of my sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!

Kellam: ......

Inigo: ...You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the world? Well,
sorry to tell you, but that's not all the case at all. I smile and joke
around because I don't want to show the world any weakness... If that
disappoints you...then I guess you'll just have to be disappointed.

Kellam: Inigo, listen...

Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.

Kellam: ...... I... I had no idea...
=====================================================
Kellam A

Kellam: Inigo? I wanted to speak with you.

Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?

Kellam: That's good, Son.

Inigo: Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And... I'm sorry to have
worried you.

Kellam: No, I'M sorry. For what I said. It was... insensitive... You've been
fighting with all you've got. I had no right to criticize you.

Inigo: Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history. Plus... it was
my fault, too.

Kellam: Still...

Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!

Kellam: Huh?

Inigo: You always seem so gloomy lately. Let's see a smile for once!

Kellam: Ah ha ha! Stop that! S-stop! It really tickles! Ha ha ha!

Inigo: Ha ha, there it is! That's better! I didn't come all this way to see
you mope around, you know?

Kellam: ...That was why you came back? To make me happy?

Inigo: Well..yeah. You, and me, and everybody. The whole world, I guess.
Anyway, I suppose I'm okay telling you that now.

Kellam: You can tell me anything.

Inigo: You say that now, but I don't want to hear any complaints once I get
going! I may be all smiles on the outside, but I'm actually pretty sensitive.
And pessimistic. ...Oh, and I cry at the drop of a hat. Whenever a girl turns
me down, I'm a complete mess for days.

Kellam: Ha! You can stop kidding now, Inigo. I'm already smiling.

Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All the stuff about the girls-it was never a
part of the act.

Kellam: Well, that's fine... in moderation, of course. You're a strong man,
Inigo, and I couldn't be prouder of you. But no one is invincible, and you
shouldn't pretend to be. If something's wrong, come to me. We'll figure it
out together.

Inigo: Father... I knew you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!

Kellam: Waugh! N-neck! Inigo, my neck! Too tight! C-can't breathe!

Inigo: I-it's your own fault! I don't think you've ever said anything like
that to me before!  And listen- the same goes for you. Whatever the problem,
I'll help. I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you twice.

Kellam: And I'll be damned if I'm ever going to lose such a wonderful son.
=====================================================
24. Lon'qu C

Inigo: Ugh, Father! That gorgeous girl was just about to say yes to a date!
JUST about to! Did you really have to drag me off like that?!

Lon'qu: We have a battle to prepare for, Inigo. Everyone else is ready to
march.
If you're mad, be mad at yourself for losing track of time.

Inigo: Oh, heh heh heh... Whoops... All right, time to go trounce some
enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!

Lon'qu: ......

Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?

Lon'qu: No. I was just wondering if you were like this in the future as well.

Inigo: Depends on what you mean by "like this," I suppose.

Lon'qu: For someone who came from an apocalyptic hellscape, you're awfully
carefree. Seems like you haven't a care in the world past whose bed you'll be
sharing tonight. Lucina's so driven and serious... It's strange you don't
have any of that purpose.

Inigo: No purpose?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!

Lon'qu: Really.

Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just
hearing my name!

Lon'qu: ...Your purpose in life is to be popular with girls? You literally
traveled across time... to be popular with girls?!

Inigo: To be popular with ALL girls. Genius, I know. But stop, Father. You're
making me blush.

Lon'qu: I... I don't even know what to say.

Inigo: What? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!

Lon'qu: No, that's not what... Where do I even begin? Suddenly I'm feeling
exhausted... I'm going on ahead.

Inigo: ...... ...Not a care in the world, huh? Not a thought in my head, he
means!
Yeash... He's just as hard on his own blood as he is on everyone else.
=====================================================
Lon'qu B

Inigo: Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to camp like this...

Lon'qu: Something wrong, Inigo? Everyone else has already headed back.

Inigo: F-Father?! Er, I just... thought I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of
the battlefield!

Lon'qu: ...You're a worse liar than your mother. It's obvious your leg is
wounded.

Inigo: It's fine, it's-GYAAAH! Ow! Ow, ow ow! No, don't touch it! Don't touch
it!

Lon'qu: This is a serious injury, Inigo! Why didn't you say something?

Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.

Lon'qu: Gods, ENOUGH, Inigo!

Inigo: ... Father?

Lon'qu: You can barely walk, and you're still thinking about girls?! Be
serious for once! Really, why did you travel back from the future? Lucina
fights so hard, but you... Honesetly, I'm disappointed. You have no idea what
it means to be at war.

Inigo: ...... You don't know a damned thing! You're the one who's clueless,
Father!

Lon'qu: Wh-what?

Inigo: Do you think I'd be out here if I were ONLY after girls? Out here
fighting every day, wondering if this is the time I don't make it home?!

Lon'qu: Inigo, I didn't-

Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depend on me
in the future. Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my life.
With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice. I HAD to be
invincible. I couldn't complain or show any weakness. Not with everyone else
struggling in that damn war-torn wasteland... Even with you and Mother gone,
I had to pretend I was fine. That I wasn't hurting. I had to fight every day
of my sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!

Lon'qu: ......

Inigo: ...You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the world? Well,
sorry to tell you, but that's not all the case at all. I smile and joke
around because I don't want to show the world any weakness... If that
disappoints you...then I guess you'll just have to be disappointed.

Lon'qu: Inigo...

Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.

Lon'qu: ......
=====================================================
Lon'qu A

Lon'qu: Inigo. I wanted to speak with you.

Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?

Lon'qu: That's good, Son.

Inigo: Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And...I'm sorry to have
worried you.

Lon'qu: No, I'M sorry. For what I said. It was insensitive. You've been
fighting with all you've got. I had no right to criticize you.

Inigo: Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history. Plus...it was my
fault, too.

Lon'qu: Still...

Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!

Lon'qu: ...?

Inigo: You always seem so gloomy lately. Let's see a smile for once!

Lon'qu: Ah ha ha! Stop that! S-stop! It... tickles...! Ha ha!

Inigo: Ha ha, there it is! That's better! I didn't come all this way to see
you mope around, you know?

Lon'qu: ...That was why you came back? To make me happy?

Inigo: Well... yeah. You, and me, and everybody. The whole world, I guess.
Anyway, I suppose I'm okay telling you that now.

Lon'qu: You can tell me anything.

Inigo: You say that now, but I don't want to hear any complaints once I get
going!
I may be all smiles on the outside, but I'm actually pretty sensitive. And
pessimistic. ...Oh, and I cry at the drop of a hat. Whenever a girl turns me
down, I'm a complete mess for days.

Lon'qu: Heh. You can stop kidding now, Inigo. I'm already smiling.

Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All the stuff about the girls- it was never a
part of the act.

Lon'qu: Well, that's fine... in moderation, of course. You're a strong man,
Inigo, and I couldn't be prouder of you. But no one is invincible, and you
shouldn't pretend to be. If something's wrong, come to me. We'll figure it
out together.

Inigo: Father... I knew you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!

Lon'qu: Waugh! N-neck! Inigo, my neck! Too tight! C-can't breathe!

Inigo: I-it's your own fault! I don'tthink you've ever said anything like
that to me before! And listen- the same goes for you.Whatever the problem,
I'll help. I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you twice.

Lon'qu: And I'll be damned if I'm ever going to lose you, period.
=====================================================
24. Donnel C

Inigo: Ugh! Father! That gorgeous girl was just about to say yes to a date!
JUST about to! Did you really have to drag me off like that?!

Donnel: We gots a battle to prepare for! Everyone else is fixed to march. If
yer mad, be mad at yerself for losin' track of time.

Inigo: Oh, heh heh heh... Whoops... All right, time to go trounce some
enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!

Donnel: ......

Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?

Donnel: Nah. I just got to wonderin' if you was like this in the future, too.

Inigo: Depends on what you mean by "like this," I suppose.

Donnel: For someone who hails from an apocalyptic hellscape, ya sure are
carefree. Seems like you ain't got a care in the world past whose bed you'll
be sharin'. Lucina's so driven and serious... It's strange you ain't got none
of that purpose.

Inigo: No purpose?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!

Donnel: Oh, ya are, are ya?
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Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just
hearing my name!

Donnel: Yer purpose in life is to be popular with the ladies? You literally
jumped through time... just to be popular with some ladies?!

Inigo: To be popular with ALL ladies. Genius, I know. But stop, Father.
You're making me blush.

Donnel: I'm more than a mite disturbed, Son.

Inigo: Why? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!

Donnel: No, that's not what... Where do I even start? Ah, horsefeathers!
Yakkin' with you plumb tuckers me out. I'm goin' on ahead.

Inigo: ...... ...Not a care in the world, huh? Not a thought in my head, he
means! For being such a softy with everyone else, he sure doesn't pull any
punches with me...
=====================================================
Donnel B

Inigo: Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to camp like this...

Donnel: Somethin' wrong, Inigo? Everyone else's already headed on back.

Inigo: F-Father?! Erm I just... thought I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of
the battlefield!

Donnel: ...Yer a worse liar than your ma! It's obvious that your leg is sore.

Inigo: It's fine, it's- GYAAAH! Ow! Ow, ow, ow! No, don't touch it! Don't
touch it!

Donnel: This is a serious injury, Son! Why didn't ya say somethin' earlier?

Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.

Donnel: Dagnubbit, that's ENOUGH!

Inigo: ...Father?

Donnel: You can barely walk, and yer still thinkin' 'bout girls?! Be serious
fer once! Really, why'd ya travel back here from the future? Lucina fights
tooth'n nail, but you... I'm plumb disappointed. You got no idea what it
means to be at war.

Inigo: ...... You don't know a damned thing! You're the one who's clueless,
Father!

Donnel: Hey now!

Inigo: Do you think I'd be out here if I were ONLY after girls? Out here
fighting everyday, wondering if this is the time I don't make it home?!

Donnel: Son, I didn't-

Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depended on
me in the future. Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my
life. With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice, I HAD to be
invincible.
I couldn't complain or show any weakness. Not with everyone else struggling
in the damn war-torn wasteland... Even with you and Mother gone, I had to
pretend I was fine. That I wasn't hurting. I had to fight every day of my
sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!

Donnel: ......

Inigo: ...You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the the world? Well,
I'm sorry to tell you, but that's not the case at all. I smile and joke
around because I don't want to show the world any weakness... If that
disappoints you... then I guess you'll just have to be disappointed.

Donnel: Son, listen...

Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.

Donnel: Aw, shucks. I had no idea...
=====================================================
Donnel A

Donnel: Inigo? Reckon I could speak at ya for a spell?

Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?

Donnel: That's good, Son.

Inigo: Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And... I'm sorry to have
worried you.

Donnel: No, I'M sorry. For what I said. It was right rude of me. You been
fighting with all ya got. I got no right to criticize.

Inigo: Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history. Plus... it was
my fault, too.

Donnel: Still...

Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!

Donnel: Huh?

Inigo: You always seem so gloomy lately. Let's see a smile for once!

Donnel: Aw haw haw! Stop that! Sstop! It tickles somethin' fierce! Haw haw!

Inigo: Ha ha, there it is! That's better! I didn't come all this way to see
you mope around, you know?

Donnel: ...That's why you came back? To make me happy?

Inigo: Well... yeah. You, and me, and everybody. The whole world, I guess.
Anyway, I suppose I'm okay telling you that now.

Donnel: Shucks, you can tell me anythin'

Inigo: You say that now, but I don't want to hear any complaints once I get
going! I may be all smiles on the outside, but I'm actually pretty sensitive.
And pessimistic. ...Oh, and I cry at the drop of a bat. Whenever a girl turns
me down, I'm a complete mess for days.

Donnel: Haw! You can stop kiddin' now, Inigo. I'm already smilin'.

Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All the stuff about the girls- it was never
part of the act.

Donnel: I reckon that's fine...  in moderation, of course. Yer a right strong
feller, Inigo, and I couldn't be prouder of you. But no one's invincible, and
you shouldn't pretend to be. If somethin's wrong, come jaw at me! We'll work
it out together.

Inigo: Father... I know you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!

Donnel: Waugh! N-neck! Inigo, my neck! Too tight! C-can't breathe!

Inigo: I-it's your own fault! I don't think you've ever said anything like
that to me before! And listen- the same goes for you. Whatever the problem,
I'll help. I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you twice.

Donnel: And I'll be damned if I'm ever gonna lose such a wonderful son.
=====================================================
24. Ricken C

Inigo: Ugh! Father! That gorgeous girl was just about to say yes to a date!
JUST about to! Did you really have to drag me off like that?!

Ricken: We have a battle to prepare for, Inigo. Everyone else is ready to
march. If you're mad, be mad at yourself for losing track of time.

Inigo: Oh, heh heh heh... Whoops... All right, time to go trounce some
enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!

Ricken: ......

Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?

Ricken: No. I just... I was wondering if you were like this in the future as
well.

Inigo: Depends on what you mean by "like this," I suppose.

Ricken: For someone who hails from an apocalyptic hellscape, ya sure are
carefree. Seems like you haven't a care in the world past whose bed you'll be
sharing tonight. Lucina's so driven and serious... It's strange you don't
have any of that purpose.

Inigo: No purpose?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!

Ricken: Oh, is that the case?

Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just
hearing my name!

Ricken: ...Your purpose in life is to be popular with girls? You literally
traveled across time... just to be popular with girls?!

Inigo: To be popular with ALL ladies. Genius, I know. But stop, Father.
You're making me blush.

Ricken: I... I don't even know what to say.

Inigo: Why? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!

Ricken: No, that's not what... Where do I even begin? Suddenly I'm feeling
very tired... I'm goin' on ahead.

Inigo: ...... ...Not a care in the world, huh? Not a thought in my head, he
means! For being such a softy with everyone else, he sure doesn't pull any
punches with me...
=====================================================
Ricken B

Inigo: Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to camp like this...

Ricken: Something wrong, Inigo? Everyone else has already headed back.

Inigo: F-Father?! Erm I just... thought I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of
the battlefield!

Ricken: ...You're a worse liar than your mother! It's obvious that your leg
is wounded.

Inigo: It's fine, it's- GYAAAH! Ow! Ow, ow, ow! No, don't touch it! Don't
touch it!

Ricken: This is a serious injury, Inigo! Why didn't you say something?

Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.

Ricken: Gods, ENOUGH. Inigo!

Inigo: ...Father?

Ricken: You can barely walk, and you're still thinking about girls?! Be
serious for once! Really, why did you travel back from the future? Lucina
fights so hard, but you... Honestly, I'm disappointed. You have no idea what
it means to be at war.

Inigo: ...... You don't know a damned thing! You're the one who's clueless,
Father!

Ricken: Wh-what?

Inigo: Do you think I'd be out here if I were ONLY after girls? Out here
fighting everyday, wondering if this is the time I don't make it home?!

Ricken: Inigo, I didn't--

Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depended on
me in the future. Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my
life. With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice, I HAD to be
invincible. I couldn't complain or show any weakness. Not with everyone else
struggling in the damn war-torn wasteland... Even with you and Mother gone, I
had to pretend I was fine. That I wasn't hurting. I had to fight every day of
my sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!

Ricken: ......

Inigo: ...You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the the world? Well,
I'm sorry to tell you, but that's not the case at all. I smile and joke
around because I don't want to show the world any weakness... If that
disappoints you... then I guess you'll just have to be disappointed.

Ricken: Inigo, listen...

Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.

Ricken: ..... I... I had no idea...
=====================================================
Ricken A

Ricken: Inigo? I wanted to speak with you.

Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?

Ricken: That's good, Son.

Inigo: Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And... I'm sorry to have
worried you.

Ricken: No, I'M sorry. For what I said. It was... insensitive... You've been
fighting with all you've got. I had no right to criticize.

Inigo: Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history. Plus... it was
my fault, too.

Ricken: Still...

Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!

Ricken: Huh?

Inigo: You always seem so gloomy lately. Let's see a smile for once!

Ricken: Ah ha ha! Stop that! S-stop! It really tickles! Ha ha ha!

Inigo: Ha ha, there it is! That's better! I didn't come all this way to see
you mope around, you know?

Ricken: ...That's why you came back? To make me happy?

Inigo: Well... yeah. You, and me, and everybody. The whole world, I guess.
Anyway, I suppose I'm okay telling you that now.

Ricken: You can tell me anything.

Inigo: You say that now, but I don't want to hear any complaints once I get
going! I may be all smiles on the outside, but I'm actually pretty sensitive.
And pessimistic. ...Oh, and I cry at the drop of a bat. Whenever a girl turns
me down, I'm a complete mess for days.

Ricken: Ha! You can stop kidding now, Inigo. I'm already smiling.

Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All the stuff about the girls- it was never
part of the act.

Ricken: Well, that's fine... in moderation, of course. You're a strong man,
Inigo, and I couldn't be prouder of you. But no one is invincible, and you
shouldn't pretend to be. If something's wrong, come to me. We'll figure it
out together.

Inigo: Father... I know you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!

Ricken: Waugh! N-neck! Inigo, my neck! Too tight! C-can't breathe!

Inigo: I-it's your own fault! I don't think you've ever said anything like
that to me before! And listen- the same goes for you. Whatever the problem,
I'll help. I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you twice.

Ricken: And I'll be damned if I'm ever going to lose such a wonderful son.
=====================================================
24. Gaius C

Inigo: Ugh, Father! That gorgeous girl was just about to say yes to a date!
JUST about to! Did you really have to drag me off like that?!

Gaius: We have a battle to prepare for, Inigo. Everyone else is ready to
march. If you're mad, be mad at yourself for losing track of time.

Inigo: Oh, heh heh heh... Whoops... All right, time to go trounce some
enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!

Gaius: ......

Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?

Gaius: No. I just... I was wondering if you were like this in the future as
well.

Inigo: Depends on what you mean by "like this," I suppose.

Gaius: For someone who came from an apocalyptic hellscape, you're awfully
carefree. Seems like you haven't a care in the world past whose bed you'll be
sharing tonight. Lucina's so driven and serious... It's strange you don't
have any of that purpose.

Inigo: No purpose?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!

Gaius: Oh, is that the case?

Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just
hearing my name!

Gaius: ...Your purpose in life is to be popular with girls? You literally
traveled across time... to be popular with girls?!

Inigo: To be popular with ALL girls. Genius, I know. But stop, Father. You're
making me blush.

Gaius: I... I don't even know what to say.

Inigo: What? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!

Gaius: No, that's not what... Where do I even begin? Suddenly I'm feeling
very tired... I'm going on ahead.

Inigo: ...... ...Not a care in the world, huh? Not a thought in my head, he
means! For being such a softy with everyone else, he sure doesn't pull any
punches with me...
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Gaius B

Inigo: Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to camp like this...

Gaius: Something wrong, Inigo? Everyone else has already headed back.

Inigo: F-Father?! Er, I just... thought I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of
the battlefield!

Gaius: ...You're a worse liar than your mother. It's obvious your leg is
wounded.

Inigo: It's fine, it's-GYAAAH! Ow! Ow, ow ow! No, don't touch it! Don't touch
it!

Gaius: This is a serious injury, Inigo! Why didn't you say something?

Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.

Gaius: Gods, ENOUGH, Inigo!

Inigo: ...Father?

Gaius: You can barely walk, and you're still thinking about girls?! Be
serious for once! Really, why did you travel back from the future? Lucina
fights so hard, but you... Honestly, I'm disappointed. You have no idea what
it means to be at war.

Inigo: ...... You don't know a damned thing! You're the one who's clueless,
Father!

Gaius: Wh-what?

Inigo: Do you think I'd be out here if I were ONLY after girls? Out here
fighting every day, wondering if this is the time I don't make it home?!

Gaius: Inigo, I didn't-

Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depend on me
in the future. Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my life.
With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice. I HAD to be
invincible. I couldn't complain or show any weakness. Not with everyone else
struggling in that damn war-torn wasteland... Even with you and Mother gone,
I had to pretend I was fine. That I wasn't hurting. I had to fight every day
of my sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!

Gaius: ......

Inigo: ...You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the world? Well,
sorry to tell you, but that's not all the case at all. I smile and joke
around because I don't want to show the world any weakness... If that
disappoints you...then I guess you'll just have to be disappointed.

Gaius: Inigo, listen...

Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.

Gaius: ......
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Gaius A

Gaius: Inigo. I wanted to speak with you.

Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?

Gaius: That's good, Son.

Inigo: Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And... I'm sorry to have
worried you.

Gaius: No, I'M sorry. For what I said. It was... insensitive.... You've been
fighting with all you've got. I had no right to criticize you.

Inigo: Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history. Plus... it was
my fault, too.

Gaius: Still...

Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!

Gaius: Huh?

Inigo: You always seem so gloomy lately. Let's see a smile for once!

Gaius: Ah ha ha! Stop that! S-stop! It really tickles! Ha ha ha!

Inigo: Ha ha, there it is! That's better! I didn't come all this way to see
you mope around, you know?

Gaius: ...That was why you came back? To make me happy?

Inigo: Well... yeah. You, and me, and everybody. The whole world, I guess.
Anyway, I suppose I'm okay telling you that now.

Gaius: You can tell me anything.

Inigo: You say that now, but I don't want to hear any complaints once I get
going! I may be all smiles on the outside, but I'm actually pretty sensitive.
And pessimistic. ...Oh, and I cry at the drop of a hat. Whenever a girl turns
me down, I'm a complete mess for days.

Gaius: Ha! You can stop kidding now, Inigo. I'm already smiling.

Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All the stuff about the girls-it was never a
part of the act.

Gaius: Well, that's fine... in moderation, of course. You're a strong man,
Inigo, and I couldn't be prouder of you. But no one is invincible, and you
shouldn't pretend to be. If something's wrong, come to me. We'll figure it
out together.

Inigo: Father... I knew you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!

Gaius: Waugh! N-neck! Inigo, my neck! Too tight! C-can't breathe!

Inigo: I-it's your own fault! I don't think you've ever said anything like
that to me before! And listen- the same goes for you. Whatever the problem,
I'll help. I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you twice.

Gaius: And I'll be damned if I'm ever going to lose such a wonderful son.
=====================================================
24. Gregor C

Inigo: Ugh, Father! That gorgeous girl was just about to say yes to a date!
JUST about to! Did you really have to drag me off like that?!

Gregor: We have battle to prepare for! Everyone else ready to march. If you
are mad, be mad at self for losing track of time, yes?

Inigo: Oh, heh heh heh... Whoops... All right, time to go trounce some
enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!

Gregor: ......

Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?

Gregor: Gregor just wonder if Inigo is like this even in future.

Inigo: Depends on what you mean by "like this," I suppose.

Gregor: For having come from apocalyptic hellscape devoid of hope, you are
quite carefree.You worry only about whose bed you share tonight, yes? Lucina
is real fighter! Worried for others! ...Is shame you not have that purpose.

Inigo: No purpose?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!

Gregor: Oh? Is true?

Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just
hearing my name!

Gregor: Inigo's purpose in life is to be popular with girl? You travel all
the way across time... just to be popular with lady?

Inigo: To be popular with ALL ladies. Genius, I know. But stop, Father.
You're making me blush.

Gregor: Gregor at loss for words...

Inigo: What? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!

Gregor: No, that is not... Oy! Where does Gregor even begin? Suddenly Gregor
feeling very tired... He go on ahead, yes?

Inigo: ...... ...Not a care in the world, huh? Not a thought in my head, he
means!
For being such a softy with everyone else, he sure doesn't pull any punches
with me...
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Gregor B

Inigo: Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to the camp like this...

Gregor: Something is wrong? Everyone else has made with the heading back.

Inigo: F-Father?! Er, I just... thought I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of
the battlefield!

Gregor: You are worse liar than mother! Is obvious your leg is wounded...

Inigo: It's fine, its-GYAAAH! Ow! Ow, ow ow! No, don't touch it! Don't touch
it!

Gregor: Is serious injury, Inigo! Why you no mention it earlier?

Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.

Gregor: ENOUGH!

Inigo: ...Father?

Gregor: You can barely walk, and still you think about girl?! Be serious for
once!
Why you travel back from future, Son? Lucina fight like bear, but you?
..Gregor is disappointed. Son has no idea what it mean to be at war.

Inigo: ...... You don't know a damned thing! You're the one who's clueless,
Father!

Gregor: Gregor is confused.

Inigo: Do you think I'd be out here if I were ONLY after girls? Out here
fighting every day, wondering if this time I don't make it home?!

Gregor: Er, that was not-

Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depended on
me in the future. Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my
life. With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice. I HAD to be
invincible.
I couldn't complain or show any weakness. Not with everyone struggling in
that damn war-torn wasteland... Even with you and Mother gone, I had to
pretend I was fine. That I wasn't hurting. I had to fight every day of my
sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!

Gregor: ......

Inigo: ...You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the world? Well, I'm
sorry to tell you, but that's not the case at all. I smile and joke around
because I dont want to show the world any weakness... If that disappoints
you...then I guess you'll just have to be disappointed.

Gregor: Inigo, wait. Gregor did not-

Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.

Gregor: ...... Gregor had no idea...
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Gregor A

Gregor: Inigo? Gregor wish to speak with you.

Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My legs all healed, see?

Gregor: Ah, is good yes? Very good.

Inigo: Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And... I'm sorry to have
worried you.

Gregor: No! Gregor is one who is sorry. He was... insensitive. You fight with
strength of many men. Gregor have no right to criticize.

Inigo: Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history. Plus... it was
my fault, too.

Gregor: Still...

Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!

Gregor: Huh?

Inigo: You always seem so gloomy lately. Let's see a smile for once!

Gregor: Ah ha ha! Stop that! S-stop! Do not tickle Gregor! Ha ha!

Inigo: Ha ha, there it is! That's better! I didn't come all this way to see
you mope around, you know?

Gregor: ...Wait, that was purpose for coming back? To make Gregor happy?

Inigo: Well... yeah. You, and me, and everybody. The whole world, I guess.
Anyway, I suppose I'm okay telling you that now.

Gregor: You can tell Gregor anything.

Inigo: You say that now, but I don't want to hear any complaints once I get
going! I may be all smiles on the outside, but I'm actually pretty sensitive.
And pessimistic. ...Oh, and I cry at the drop of a hat. Whenever a girl turns
me down, I'm a complete mess for days.

Gregor: Ho ho! You can stop kidding now. Gregor side hurt already, yes?

Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All that stuff about the girls-it was never
part of the act.

Gregor: That fine... in moderation, of course. You are strong lad, Inigo, and
Gregor is very proud of you. But no one is invincible, and you should not
pretend to be, yes? If something wrong, you come to Gregor. We figure out
together.

Inigo: Father... I knew you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!

Gregor: Waugh! N-neck! Gregor's neck! Too tight! C-can't breathe!

Inigo: I-its your own fault! I don't think you've ever said anything like
that to me before! And listen- the same goes for you. Whatever the problem,
I'll help. I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you twice.

Gregor: And Gregor be damned as well to lose such wonderful son!
=====================================================
24. Libra C

Inigo: Ugh, Father! That gorgeous girl was just about to say yes to a date!
JUST about to! Did you really have to drag me off like that?!

Libra: We have a battle to prepare for, Inigo. Everyone else is ready to
march. If you're mad, be mad at yourself for losing track of time.

Inigo: Oh, heh heh heh... Whoops... All right, time to go trounce some
enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!

Libra: ......

Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?

Libra: No. I just... I was wondering if you were like this in the future as
well.

Inigo: Depends on what you mean by "like this," I suppose.

Libra: For someone who came from an apocalyptic hellscape, you're awfully
carefree. Seems like you haven't a care in the world past whose bed you'll be
sharing tonight. Lucina's so driven and serious... It's strange you don't
have any of that purpose.

Inigo: No purpose?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!

Libra: Oh, is that so?

Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just
hearing my name!

Libra: ...Your purpose in life is to be popular with girls? You literally
traveled across time... to be popular with girls?!

Inigo: To be popular with ALL girls. Genius, I know. But stop, Father. You're
making me blush.

Libra: I... I don't even know what to say.

Inigo: What? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!

Libra: No, that's not what... Where do I even begin? Suddenly I'm feeling
very tired... I'm going on ahead.

Inigo: ...... ...Not a care in the world, huh? Not a thought in my head, he
means! For being such a softy with everyone else, he sure doesn't pull any
punches with me...
=====================================================
Libra B

Inigo: Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to camp like this...

Libra: Something wrong, Inigo? Everyone else has already headed back.

Inigo: F-Father?! Er, I just... thought I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of
the battlefield!

Libra: ...Lying is a sin, my son. It's obvious your leg is wounded.

Inigo: It's fine, it's-GYAAAH! Ow! Ow, ow ow! No, don't touch it! Don't touch
it!

Libra: This is a serious injury, Inigo! Why didn't you say something?

Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.

Libra: Oh, Inigo! ENOUGH!

Inigo: ...Father?

Libra: You can barely walk, and you're still thinking about girls?! Be
serious for once! Really, why did you travel back from the future? Lucina
fights so hard, but you... Honestly, I'm disappointed. You have no idea what
it means to be at war.

Inigo: ...... You don't know a damned thing! You're the one who's clueless,
Father!

Libra: Wh-what?

Inigo: Do you think I'd be out here if I were ONLY after girls? Out here
fighting every day, wondering if this is the time I don't make it home?!

Libra: Inigo, I didn't-

Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depend on me
in the future. Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my life.
With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice. I HAD to be
invincible. I couldn't complain or show any weakness. Not with everyone else
struggling in that damn war-torn wasteland... Even with you and Mother gone,
I had to pretend I was fine. That I wasn't hurting. I had to fight every day
of my sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!

Libra: ......

Inigo: ...You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the world? Well,
sorry to tell you, but that's not all the case at all. I smile and joke
around because I don't want to show the world any weakness... If that
disappoints you...then I guess you'll just have to be disappointed.

Libra: Inigo, listen...

Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.

Libra: ...... I... I had no idea...
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Libra A

Libra: Inigo. I wanted to speak with you.

Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?

Libra: That's good, Son.

Inigo: Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And... I'm sorry to have
worried you.

Libra: No, I'M sorry. For what I said. It was... insensitive.... You've been
fighting with all you've got. I had no right to criticize you.

Inigo: Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history. Plus... it was
my fault, too.

Libra: Still...

Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!

Libra: Huh?

Inigo: You always seem so gloomy lately. Let's see a smile for once!

Libra: Ah ha ha! Stop that! S-stop! It really tickles! Ha ha ha!

Inigo: Ha ha, there it is! That's better! I didn't come all this way to see
you mope around, you know?

Libra: ...That was why you came back? To make me happy?

Inigo: Well... yeah. You, and me, and everybody. The whole world, I guess.
Anyway, I suppose I'm okay telling you that now.

Libra: You can tell me anything.

Inigo: You say that now, but I don't want to hear any complaints once I get
going! I may be all smiles on the outside, but I'm actually pretty sensitive.
And pessimistic. ...Oh, and I cry at the drop of a hat. Whenever a girl turns
me down, I'm a complete mess for days.

Libra: Ha! You can stop kidding now, Inigo. I'm already smiling.

Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All the stuff about the girls-it was never a
part of the act.

Libra: Well, that's fine... in moderation, of course. You're a strong man,
Inigo, and I couldn't be prouder of you. But no one is invincible, and you
shouldn't pretend to be. If something's wrong, come to me. We'll figure it
out together.

Inigo: Father... I knew you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!

Libra: Waugh! N-neck! Inigo, my neck! Too tight! C-can't breathe!

Inigo: I-it's your own fault! I don't think you've ever said anything like
that to me before! And listen- the same goes for you. Whatever the problem,
I'll help. I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you twice.

Libra: Thank you, Inigo. May Naga watch over us both.
=====================================================
24. Henry C

Inigo: Ugh, Father! That gorgeous girl was just about to say yes to a date!
JUST about to! Did you really have to drag me off like that?!

Henry: It's time for a bloody battle, ha ha! Come one, let's get marching. If
you're mad, be mad at yourself for losing track of time.

Inigo: Oh, heh heh heh... Whoops... All right, time to go trounce some
enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!

Henry: ......

Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?

Henry: Just wondering if you were like this in the future, too.

Inigo: Depends on what you mean by "like this," I suppose.

Henry: For someone who came from an apocalyptic hellscape, you're awfully
carefree! Seems like you haven't a care in the world past whose bed you'll be
sharing tonight. You don't seem to have much in the way of passion and drive.
..You know?

Inigo: No purpose?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!

Henry: You are, huh?

Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just
hearing my name!

Henry: ...Your purpose in life is to be popular with girls? You literally
traveled across time... to be popular with girls?!

Inigo: To be popular with ALL girls. Genius, I know. But stop, Father. You're
making me blush.

Henry: That's a little weird, even for me.

Inigo: What? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!

Henry: That's because she's your mother. Am I going to have to curse you?
Oops! There's the warning trumpet. Time for us to mosey!

Inigo: ...... ...Not a care in the world, huh? Not a thought in my head, he
means! For being such a softy with everyone else, he sure doesn't pull any
punches with me...
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Henry B

Inigo: Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to camp like this...

Henry: Something wrong, Inigo? Everyone else has already headed back.

Inigo: F-Father?! Er, I just...though I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of
the battlefield!

Henry: ...You're a worse liar than your mother. I can smell the blood on you!

Inigo: It's fine, it's-GYAAAH! Ow! Ow, ow ow! No, don't touch it! Don't touch
it!

Henry: Wowzers, this is a serious injury! Why didn't you say something?

Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.

Henry: Oh, come on!

Inigo: ...Father?

Henry: You can barely walk, and you're still thinking about girls?! Be
serious for once! It's like you traveled back from the future just to fool
around or something... Honestly, I'm disappointed. I thought you'd be better
than that.

Inigo: ...... You don't know a damned thing! You're the one who's clueless,
Father!

Henry: Muh?

Inigo: Do you think I'd be out here if I were ONLY after girls? Out here
fighting every day, wondering if this is the time I don't make it home?!

Henry: Hey, I didn't-

Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depend on me
in the future. Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my life.
With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice. I HAD to be
invincible. I couldn't complain or show any weakness. Not with everyone else
struggling in that damn war-torn wasteland... Even with you and Mother gone,
I had to pretend I was fine. That I wasn't hurting. I had to fight every day
of my sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!

Henry: ......

Inigo: ...You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the world? Well,
sorry to tell you, but that's not all the case at all. I smile and joke
around because I don't want to show the world any weakness... If that
disappoints you...then I guess you'll just have to be disappointed.

Henry: Inigo, listen...

Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.

Henry: ......
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Henry A

Henry: Hey, Inigo! Got a second?

Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?

Henry: That's great!

Inigo: Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And... I'm sorry to have
worried you.

Henry: No, I'M sorry. For what I said. It was pretty insensitive of me You've
been fighting with all you've got. I had no right to criticize you.

Inigo: Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history. Plus... it was
my fault, too.

Henry: Still...

Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!

Henry: Huh?

Inigo: You always seem so gloomy lately. Let's see a smile for once!

Henry: Ah ha ha! Stop that! S-stop! Don't grab my cheeks! Ha ha ha!

Inigo: Ha ha, there it is! That's better! I didn't come all this way to see
you mope around, you know?

Henry: ...THAT was why you came back? To make me HAPPY?!

Inigo: Well... yeah. You, and me, and everybody. The whole world, I guess.
Anyway, I suppose I'm okay telling you that now.

Henry: Aw, you can tell me anything.

Inigo: You say that now, but I don't want to hear any complaints once I get
going! I may be all smiles on the outside, but I'm actually pretty sensitive.
And pessimistic. ...Oh, and I cry at the drop of a hat. Whenever a girl turns
me down, I'm a complete mess for days.

Henry: Ha! You can stop kidding now, Inigo. I'm already smiling.

Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All the stuff about the girls-it was never a
part of the act.

Henry: Well, that's fine... in moderation, of course. You're a strong man,
Inigo, and I couldn't be prouder of you. But no one is invincible, and you
shouldn't pretend to be. If something's wrong, come to me! We'll figure it
out together.

Inigo: Father... I knew you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!

Henry: Waugh! N-neck! Inigo, my neck! Too tight! C-can't breathe!

Inigo: I-it's your own fault! I don't think you've ever said anything like
that to me before! And listen-the same goes for you. Whatever the problem,
I'll help. I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you twice.

Henry: You got it, Son. ...And thanks.
____________________________________________________________

Gerome^

25. Cherche C

Gerome: Minerva, you look so sad and woebegone. I suppose it's my fault,
isn't it? If it wasn't for me, you'd be living a life of tranquility in
Wyvern Valley. I'm sorry that I've dragged you into yet another terrible war.
..Hmm? What's that? That's not why you're sad? ...Ah, yes. I understand
completely. Your original mistress in alive in this time, and you pine for
her hand on the reins.

Cherche: ...That's not it, either.

Gerome: Ch-Cherche?!

Cherche: Minerva is worried about you. Don't you see that forlorn look in her
eyes?

Gerome: Minerva, is that true?

Cherche: I sense a powerful bond of trust and friendship between you. Heh. It
seems you've done a fine job of looking after each other.

Gerome: We must not be that close if I can't even understand what she's
trying to tell me... Come, Minerva. Let's go.
(Gerome leaves)

Cherche: Tsk. So impatient...
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Cherche B

Cherche: Gerome, might I have a word?

Gerome: If you must.

Cherche: What is this attitude of yours? Must you always turn a cold shoulder
to me?

Gerome: I did not pass through time to make bosom companions on the other
side. And I especially did not come here to make friends with you.

Cherche: Yes, charming and pleasant as ever... Well, I actually came here to
talk about Minerva, not us. I have a request.

Gerome: What is it?

Cherche: You handle the reins superbly... I was hoping you'd teach me what
you know.

Gerome: I have nothing to teach you. I just sit in the saddle and follow
Minerva's lead.

Cherche: Oh, hogwash. I've seen how you two swoop and dance in the sky. Plus
you handle the lance with such verve! A skilled rider like yourself has a
great deal to teach me.

Gerome: How skilled could I be to still fall victim to the cruel whims of
fate? ...How skilled could I be when I was unable to protect those I loved?

Cherche: Sometimes, no matter how strong you are, you cannot change destiny
on your own. But you know that, don't you? That's why you've taken up arms in
our cause.

Gerome: ...Yes, it's true. By joining you, I hope to accomplish what I could
not alone.

Cherche: Then you must teach me. If not for my sake, then for your own cause.

Gerome: I... I cannot deny there is a truth to your words. Very well...
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Cherche A

Cherche: Thank you for your time, Gerome. Training is always better with a
partner. Especially one as skilled as you.

Gerome: I learned much from you as well, Cherche. Your aerial tactics are
second to none.

Cherche: Did you call me Cherche then, too? Back in your own time, I mean.

Gerome: It... matters not.

Cherche: Who DID you inherit this surliness from? Was it me or your father?

Gerome: You would know better than me. My parents were gone long before I
could build any meaningful memories.

Cherche: I... I didn't know that.

Gerome: They spent their time helping smallfolk in one corner of the land or
another. I waited for them, of course. Waited for the day that they might
come home to me. ...But only Minerva returned.

Cherche: ...I'm so very sorry.

Gerome: People everywhere grieved for the heroes and honored their noble
sacrifice. But I didn't want heroes. I wanted a father and a mother...

Cherche: I swear to you, Gerome, that won't happen this time. I'll never
leave you.

Gerome: I know. After all, that's why I'm here-- to change fate so you won't
have to. This time, I'll make sure you survive. This time, we'll be
together...
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25. Frederick C

Frederick: Hello, Gerome.

Gerome: What do you want?

Frederick: Oh, nothing in particular. I just-

Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.

Frederick: Apparently not. But what of your family?

Gerome: ......

Frederick: I was thinking: we're father and son... Perhaps it's time we
started acting like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father," you know? We could start
there.

Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father
is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.

Frederick: Gods, is everyone so tactless in the future? I know your true
father is gone, and I know you miss him greatly. ...But I thought perhaps our
relationship could help heal that wound.

Gerome: Then you are a fool.

Frederick: Mind your mouth, Gerome. I'm only offering this out of a sense of-

Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and
clean Minervykins before bedtime.

Frederick: ...Minervykins?

Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is
contagious!

Frederick: *Sigh* That child...
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Frederick B

Frederick: Hello, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of little
Minervykins?

Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have
misheard.

Frederick: There's no need to get so upset. Cherche sometimes calls her
wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the habit as well.

Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.

Frederick: Heh heh. You know, you're pretty adorable when you're flustered.

Gerome: ......

Frederick: All right, all right! No need to glare now. I meant no offense...

Gerome: ...Apology accepted.

Frederick: Heh, well that is most generous of you, Your Grace... Though I
must say, seeing you agry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.

Gerome: What do you mean?

Frederick: Mmm? Oh, er, nothing... Hey! Is that your Minerva over there?

Gerome: It is.

Frederick: Hmm, more intimidating than Cherche's... Scarier, more
ferocious...

Gerome: Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest
wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smoky eyes... She's such a
cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!

Frederick: I didn't trick you into anything... You said it all by yourself.

Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!

Frederick: Heh, adorable when he's flustered indeed...
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Frederick A

Frederick: Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, I see?

Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?

Frederick: It's nothing as sinister as your tone implies, I assure you... I
just wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and
son... Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might-

Gerome: I have no sensitive side.

Frederick: Er, right. But remember when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo?
The look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I-

Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ......
..Er, Minerva?

Frederick: Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family.
There, there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you?

Gerome: M-Minerva? ... Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family?
..... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...

Frederick: Er, what did Minerva say?

Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand
her?

Frederick: Er, well... It's an acquired skill.

Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound
to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father.

Frederick: ...Did you just call me Father?

Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!

Frederick: W-wait, Gerome! Son! Let's hear it just one more time!

Gerome: Bah, enough already!
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25. Virion C

Virion: Hello, Gerome.

Gerome: What do you want?

Virion: Oh, nothing in particular. I just---

Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.

Virion: Apparently not. But what of your family?

Gerome: ......

Virion: I was thinking: we're father and son... Perhaps it's time we started
acting like it? Lucina calls Chrom 'Father," you know? We could start there.

Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father
is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.

Virion: Gods, is everyone so tactless in the future? I know your true father
is gone, and I know you must miss him greatly. ...But I thought perhaps our
relationship could help heal that wound.

Gerome: Then you are a fool.

Virion: Goodness! From the mouth of my own child! I'll have you know, Gerome,
that I'm only offering this out of a sense of---

Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and
clean Minervykins before bedtime.

Virion: ...Minervykins?

Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is
contagious!

Virion: *Sigh* That child...
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Virion B

Virion: Hello, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of little Minervykins?

Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have
misheard.

Virion: Ho ho, no need to get your smallclothes in a twist, Gerome. Cherche
sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the
habit as well.

Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.

Virion: You know, you're kind of adorable when you're flustered!

Gerome: ......

Virion: All right, all right. No need to glare now! I meant no offense...

Gerome: ...Apology accepted.

Virion: Heh, well that is most generous of you, Your Grace... Though I must
say, seeing you so angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.

Gerome: What do you mean?

Virion: Hmm? Oh, er, nothing... Hey! Is that your Minerva over there?

Gerome: It is.

Virion: Hmm, more intimidating than Cherche's... Scarier, more ferocious...

Gerome: Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest
wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smoky eyes... She's such a
cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!

Virion: I didn't trick you into anything... You said it all by yourself.

Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!

Virion: Heh, adorable when he's flustered indeed...
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Virion A

Virion: Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, I see?

Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?

Virion: It's nothing so sinister as your tone implies, I assure you... I
wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son...
Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might---

Gerome: I have no sensitive side.

Virion: Ah, right. And what about when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo?
The look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I--
-

Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ......
..Er, Minerva?

Virion: Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I am family. There,
there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you?

Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family?
..... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...

Virion: And what did Minerva say?

Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand
her?

Virion: Er, well... It's an acquired skill.

Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound
to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father.

Virion: ...Did you just call me Father?

Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!

Virion: W-wait, Gerome! Son! Let's hear it just one more time!

Gerome: Bah, enough already!
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25. Stahl C

Stahl: Hello, Gerome.

Gerome: What do you want?

Stahl: Oh, nothing in particular. I just-

Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.

Stahl: Apparently not. But what of your family?

Gerome: ......

Stahl: I was thinking: we're father and son... Perhaps it's time we started
acting like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father," you know? We could start there.

Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father
is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.

Stahl: Gods, is everyone so tactless in the future? I know your true father
is gone, and I know you miss him greatly. ...But I thought perhaps our
relationship could help heal that wound.

Gerome: Then you are a fool.

Stahl: Mind your mouth, Gerome. I'm only offering this out of a sense of-

Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and
clean Minervykins before bedtime.

Stahl: ...Minervykins?

Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is
contagious!

Stahl: *Sigh* That boy...
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Stahl B

Stahl: Hello, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of Minervykins?

Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ... You must
have misheard.

Stahl: Hey, don't get your smallclothes in a twist, Gerome! Cherche sometimes
calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the habit as well.

Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.

Stahl: Heh heh. You know, you're pretty adorable when you're flustered.

Gerome: ......

Stahl: All right, all right! No need to glare now. I meant no offense...

Gerome: ...Apology accepted.

Stahl: Heh, well that is most generous of you, Your Grace... Though I must
say, seeing you angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.

Gerome: What do you mean?

Stahl: Mmm? Oh, er, nothing... Hey! Is that your Minerva over there?

Gerome: It is.

Stahl: Hmm, more intimidating than Cherche's... Scarier, more ferocious...

Gerome: Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest
wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smoky eyes... She's such a
cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!

Stahl: I didn't trick you into anything... You said it all by yourself!

Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!

Stahl: Heh, adorable when he's flustered indeed...
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Stahl A

Stahl: Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, I see?

Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?

Stahl: It's nothing as sinister as your tone implies, I assure you... I just
wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son... </pre><pre id="faqspan-39">
Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might-

Gerome: I have no sensitive side.

Stahl: Er, right. But remember when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo? The
look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I-

Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ......
..Er, Minerva?

Stahl: Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family. There,
there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you?

Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family?
..... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...

Stahl: Er, what did Minerva say?

Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand
her?

Stahl: Er, well... It's an acquired skill.

Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound
to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father.

Stahl: ...Did you just call me Father?

Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!

Stahl: W-wait, Gerome! Son! Let's hear it just one more time!

Gerome: Bah, enough already!
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25. Vaike C

Vaike: Hey, Gerome.

Gerome: What do you want?

Vaike: Oh, nothin' in particular. I just-

Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.

Vaike: Apparently not... But what about family?

Gerome: ......

Vaike: I been thinkin': we're father and son... Perhaps it's time we started
actin' like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father", right? Maybe you should try that
with me?

Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father
is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.

Vaike: Ouch! That was pretty cold, friend. (And Chrom wins yet again...)
Look, I know your true father is gone, and I know ya must miss him greatly.
..But I thought maybe our relationship could heal that wound.

Gerome: Then you are a fool.

Vaike: Hey! That kinda talk is uncalled for! I'm only offerin' this out of a
sense of-

Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and
clean Minervykins before bedtime.

Vaike: ...Minervykins?

Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is
contagious!

Vaike: Sheesh. That kid...
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Vaike B

Vaike: Heya, Gerome. Have ya been takin' good care of little Minervykins?

Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have
misheard.

Vaike: Aw, no need to get your smallclothes in a twist, Gerome. Cherche
sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the
habit as well.

Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.

Vaike: Heh heh. You know, you're adorable when you're flustered!

Gerome: ......

Vaike: All right, all right. No need to glare! I didn't mean nothin' by it...

Gerome: ...Apology accepted.

Vaike: Heh. Thanks very much, Your Grace. I gotta say, seein' ya so angry
reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.

Gerome: What do you mean?

Vaike: Mmm? Oh, er, nothin'... Hey! Is that your Minerva over there?

Gerome: It is.

Vaike: Hmm, more intimidatin' than Cherche's... Scarier, more ferocious...

Gerome: Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest
wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smokey eyes... She's such a
cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!

Vaike: I didn't trick ya into anythin'! You said it all by yourself!

Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!

Vaike: Heh, he really is adorable when he's flustered...
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Vaike A

Vaike: Hey, Gerome. Spendin' some quality time with Minerva again, are ya?

Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?

Vaike: Ain't nothing as sinister as your tone implies. I can promise you
that. I just wanted to talk about our relationship again. About bein' father
and son... Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might-

Gerome: I have no sensitive side.

Vaike: Er, right. But remember when ya said Minerva was a cutey-poo? The look
of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I-

Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT,LYING FACE! ......
..Er, Minerva?

Vaike: Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family. Hey
there, little Minerva. You remember Ol' Vaike, don't ya?

Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family?
..... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...

Vaike: Er, what'd Minerva say?

Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand
her?

Vaike: Er, well... It's an acquired skill.

Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound
to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father.

Vaike: ...Did you just call me Father?

Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!

Vaike: W-wait, Gerome! Son! Say it once more! Say it in front of Chrom!

Gerome: Bah, enough already!
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25. Kellam C

Kellam: Hello, Gerome.

Gerome: What do you want?

Kellam: Oh, nothing in particular. I just-

Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.

Kellam: Apparently not. But what of your family?

Gerome: ......

Kellam: I was thinking: we're father and son... Perhaps it's time we started
acting like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father," you know? We could start there.

Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father
is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.

Kellam: Gods, is everyone so tactless in the future? I know your true father
is gone, and I know you miss him greatly. ...But I thought perhaps our
relationship could help heal that wound.

Gerome: Then you are a fool.

Kellam: Hey, mind your mouth, Gerome. I'm only offering this out of a sense
of-

Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and
clean Minervykins before bedtime.

Kellam: ...Minervykins?

Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is
contagious!

Kellam: *Sigh* That boy...
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Kellam B

Kellam: Hello, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of Minervykins?

Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ... You must
have misheard.

Kellam: Hey, don't get your smallclothes in a twist, Gerome... Cherche
sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the
habit as well!

Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.

Kellam: Heh heh. You know, you're pretty adorable when you're flustered.

Gerome: ......

Kellam: H-hey, no need to glare! I meant no offense...

Gerome: ...Apology accepted.

Kellam: Heh, well that is most generous of you, Your Grace... Though I must
say, seeing you so angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.

Gerome: What do you mean?

Kellam: Mmm? Oh, er, nothing... Hey! Is that your Minerva over there?

Gerome: It is.

Kellam: Hmm, more intimidating than Cherche's... Scarier, more ferocious...

Gerome: Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest
wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smoky eyes... She's such a
cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!

Kellam: I didn't trick you into anything... You said it all by yourself.

Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!

Kellam: Heh, adorable when he's flustered indeed...
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Kellam A

Kellam: Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, I see?

Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?

Kellam: It's nothing as sinister as your tone implies, I assure you... I just
wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son...
Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might-

Gerome: I have no sensitive side.

Kellam: Er, right. But remember when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo? The
look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I-

Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ......
..Er, Minerva?

Kellam: Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family. There,
there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you?

Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family?
..... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...

Kellam: Er, what did Minerva say?

Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand
her?

Kellam: Er, well... It's an acquired skill.

Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound
to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father.

Kellam: ...Did you just call me Father?!

Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!

Kellam: W-wait, Gerome! Son! Let me hear you say it again!

Gerome: Bah, enough already!
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25. Lon'qu C

Lon'qu: Hello, Gerome.

Gerome: What do you want?

Lon'qu: Nothing in particular. I just-

Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.

Lon'qu: So I see. But what of your family?

Gerome: ......

Lon'qu: I was thinking we should start acting more like a family now that
we're reuinited. Lucina calls Chrom "Father," you know. We could start there.

Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father
is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.

Lon'qu: You may be true, but you're far too adept at pushing others away. I
know your true father is gone, and I know you must miss him greatly. ...But I
thought perhaps our relationship could heal that wound.

Gerome: Then you are a fool.

Lon'qu: ......

Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and
clean Minervykins before bedtime.

Lon'qu: ...Minervykins?

Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is
contagious!

Lon'qu: *Sigh*
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Lon'qu B

Lon'qu: Hello, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of... Minervykins?

Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have
misheard.

Lon'qu: Don't get your smallclothes in a twist, Gerome. Cherche sometimes
calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up that habit.

Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.

Lonqu: You know, you're kind of adorable when you're flustered.

Gerome: ......

Lon'qu: Are you glaring at me? Two can play at that game. ......

Gerome: ...Enough. This is foolish.

Lon'qu: I must say, seeing you so angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.

Gerome: What do you mean?

Lon'qu: Mmm? Oh, nothing. Hey, is that your Minerva over there?

Gerome: It is.

Lon'qu: Hmm, more intimidating than Cherche's... Scarier, more ferocious...

Gerome: Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest
wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smokey eyes... She's such a
cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!

Lon'qu: I did no such thing. You said it all by yourself.

Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!

Lon'qu: Heh. He really is adorable when he's flustered...
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Lon'qu A

Lon'qu: Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, are you?

Gerome: ...Why do you inist on following me everywhere?

Lon'qu: It's nothing so sinister as your tone implies, I assure you... I
wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son...
Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might-

Gerome: I have no sensitive side.

Lon'qu: Sure you don't. What about when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo?
The look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I-

Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ......
..Er, Minerva?

Lon'qu: Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family. There,
there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you?

Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family?
..... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...

Lon'qu: What did she say?

Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand
her?

Lon'qu: ...It's an acquired skill.

Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound
to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father.

Lon'qu: ...Did you just call me Father?

Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!

Lon'qu: Wait, Gerome. I... couldn't hear you. Say it for me one more time.

Gerome: Bah, enough already!
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25. Donnel C

Donnel: Howdy, Gerome.

Gerome: What do you want?

Donnel: Oh, nothin' in particular. I just-

Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.

Donnel: Seems that way. But what of yer family?

Gerome: ......

Donnel: I was thinkin': we're father and son... Maybe it's time we started
actin' like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father", you know? We could start there.

Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father
is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.

Donnel: Gosh! Is everyone as soreheaded as you in the future? I know yer true
pa is gone, and I know ya must miss him somethin' fierce. ...But I thought
perhaps our relationship could heal that wound.

Gerome: Then you are a fool.

Donnel: H-hey now! I'm only makin' this here offer out of a sense of-

Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and
clean Minervykins before bedtime.

Donnel: ...Minervykins?

Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is
contagious!

Donnel: Sheesh! He's meaner than a gut-shot grizzly...
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Donnel B

Donnel: Howdy, Gerome. Have ya been takin' good care of little Minervykins?

Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have
misheard.

Donnel: Hey, ain't no need to get yer smallclothes in a twist, now. Cherche
sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the
habit as well!

Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.

Donnel: Heh heh. Ya know, yer adorable when yer flustered.

Gerome: ......

Donnel: Whoa now, no need to glare! I didn't mean no offense...

Gerome: ...Apology accepted.

Donnel: Heh, well that's right kind of ya, Your Grace... Though I gotta say,
seein' ya so angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.

Gerome: What do you mean?

Donnel: Mmm? Oh, er, nothin'... Hey! Is that yer Minerva over there?

Gerome: It is.

Donnel: Hmm, more intimidatin' than Cherche's... Scarier, more ferocious...

Gerome: Truly? In the future,people oft remarked she was the prettiest wyvern
in the realm. Just look at those big, smokey eyes... She's such a cutey-poo!
Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!

Donnel: I did nothin' of the sort! You said that all by yerself!

Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!

Donnel: Shucks. He really is adorable when he's flustered...
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Donnel A

Donnel: Howdy, Gerome. Spendin' some quality time with Minerva again, are ya?

Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?

Donnel: It's nothin' as sinister as your tone implies, that's for sure! I
just wanted to talk about our relationship again. About bein' pa and son...
Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I reckoned we might-

Gerome: I have no sensitive side.

Donnel: Er, right. But don't ya remember sayin' how Minerva was a cutey-poo?
The look of love that flitted 'cross yer face was so tender and sincere, I-

Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT,LYING FACE! ......
..Er, Minerva?

Donnel: Minerva ain't gonna attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family. There,
there, little Minerva. You remember Donny, don't ya?

Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family?
..... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...

Donnel: So what'd Minerva say?

Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand
her?

Donnel: I reckon that kinda learnin' takes a fair bit of time...

Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound
to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father.

Donnel: Hold on, now. Did you just call me yer pa?!

Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!

Donnel: W-wait, Gerome! Son! Lemme hear it one more time!

Gerome: Bah, enough already!
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25. Ricken C

Ricken: Hello, Gerome.

Gerome: What do you want?

Ricken: Oh, nothing in particular. I just-

Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.

Ricken: Apparently not. But what of your family?

Gerome: ......

Ricken: I was thinking: we're father and son... Perhaps it's time we started
acting like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father", you know? We could start there?

Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father
is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.

Ricken: Gods, does everyone talk like this in the future? Look, I know your
true father is gone, and I know you must miss him greatly. ...But I thought
perhaps our relationship could heal that wound.

Gerome: Then you are a fool.

Ricken: Hey, mind your mouth Gerome! I'm only offering this out of a sense
of-

Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and
clean Minervykins before bedtime.

Ricken: ...Minervykins?

Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to...Bah! Your stupidity is contagious!

Ricken: *Sigh* That boy...
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Ricken B

Ricken: Hey, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of little Minervykins?

Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have
misheard.

Ricken: Hey, don't get your smallclothes in a twist, Gerome. Cherche
sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the
habit as well.

Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.

Ricken: Heh heh. You know, you're adorable when you're flustered.

Gerome: ......

Ricken: All right, all right. No need to glare now. I guess I was being a
little childish...

Gerome: ...Apology accepted.

Ricken: I'll take what I can get, I suppose. But I have to say, seeing you so
angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.

Gerome: What do you mean?

Ricken: Mmm? Oh, er, nothing... Hey! Is that your Minerva over there?

Gerome: It is.

Ricken: Hmm, more intimidating than Cherche's... Scarier, more ferocious...

Gerome: Truly? In the future,people oft remarked she was the prettiest wyvern
in the realm. Just look at those big, smokey eyes... She's such a cutey-poo!
Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!

Ricken: I didn't trick you into anything... You said it all by yourself.

Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!

Ricken: Heh, he really is adorable when he's flustered...
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Ricken A

Ricken: Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, I see?

Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?

Ricken: It's nothing so sinister as your tone implies, I assure you... I just
wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son...
Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might-

Gerome: I have no sensitive side.

Ricken: Er, right. But remember when ya said Minerva was a cutey-poo? The
look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I-

Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT,LYING FACE! ......
..Er, Minerva?

Ricken: Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family. There,
there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you?

Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family?
..... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...

Ricken: Er, what did Minerva say?

Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand
her?

Ricken: Er, well... It's an acquired skill.

Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound
to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father.

Ricken: ...Did you just call me Father?!

Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!

Ricken: W-wait, Gerome! Son! Say it for me one more time!

Gerome: Bah, enough already!
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25. Gaius C

Gaius: Hello, Gerome.

Gerome: What do you want?

Gaius: Oh, nothing in particular. I just-

Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.

Gaius: Apparently not. But what of your family?

Gerome: ......

Gaius: I was thinking: we're father and son... Perhaps it's time we started
acting like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father," you know? We could start there.

Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father
is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.

Gaius: Gods, is everyone so tactless in the future? I know your true father
is gone, and I know you miss him greatly. ...But I thought perhaps our
relationship could help heal that wound.

Gerome: Then you are a fool.

Gaius: Hey, come on, Gerome! I'm only offering this out of a sense of-

Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and
clean Minervykins before bedtime.

Gaius: ...Minervykins?

Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is
contagious!

Gaius: *Sigh* That boy...
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Gaius B

Gaius: Hello, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of Minervykins?

Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ... You must
have misheard.

Gaius: Heh, don't get your smallclothes in a twist, Gerome! Cherche sometimes
calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. I eventually picked up the habit.

Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.

Gaius: Heh heh. You know, you're pretty adorable when you're flustered.

Gerome: ......

Gaius: All right, all right. No need to glare now. I meant no offense...
Here, have a sugar cookie. Or one of these freshly baked cakes. Okay?

Gerome: ...Apology accepted.

Gaius: Heh, well that's most generous of you, Your Grace... Though I must
say, seeing you angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.

Gerome: What do you mean?

Gaius: Mmm? Oh, er, nothing... Hey! Is that your Minerva over there?

Gerome: It is.

Gaius: Hmm, more intimidating than Cherche's... Scarier, more ferocious...

Gerome: Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest
wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smoky eyes... She's such a
cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!

Gaius: I didn't trick you into anything... You said it all by yourself.

Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!

Gaius: Heh, adorable when he's flustered indeed...
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Gaius A

Gaius: Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, I see?

Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?

Gaius: It's nothing as sinister as your tone implies, I assure you... I just
wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son...
Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might-

Gerome: I have no sensitive side.

Gaius: Er, right. But remember when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo? The
look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I-

Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ......
..Er, Minerva?

Gaius: Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family. There,
there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you?

Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family?
..... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...

Gaius: Er, what did Minerva say?

Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand
her?

Gaius: Er, well... It's an acquired skill.

Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound
to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father.

Gaius: ...Did you just call me Father?

Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!

Gaius: W-wait, Gerome! Say it one more time! I'll give you some candy!

Gerome: Bah, enough already!
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25. Gregor C

Gregor: Hello, Gerome.

Gerome: What do you want?

Gregor: Is nothing in particular. Gregor just-

Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.

Gregor: Apparently not. But what about family?

Gerome: ......

Gregor: Gregor was thinking: we're father and son... Perhaps we started
acting like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father," you know? Is good place for us
to start.

Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father
is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.

Gregor: Oy! Such words tear bear-sized hole in Gregor's sad heart. Gregor
know that your true father is gone and that you must miss him muchly. ...So
Gregor think: perhaps our relationship could help heal that wound for you.

Gerome: Then you are a fool.

Gregor: Oy! Mind your mouth, child! Gregor only make this offer out of a
sense of-

Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and
clean Minervykins before bedtime.

Gregor: ...Minervykins?

Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is
contagious!

Gregor: *Sigh* That boy...
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Gregor B

Gregor: Hello, Gerome. You have been taking the care of Minervykins, yes?

Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have
misheard.

Gregor: Oy, is no need for such surliness. Cherche sometimes call her wyvern
Minervykins, too. Gregor pick up habit.

Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.

Gregor: Heh heh. You are very adorable child when you are becoming flustered.

Gerome: ......

Gregor: All right, all right. No need to glaring. Just a little familial
joking, yes? Gregor meant no offense...

Gerome: ...Apology accepted.

Gregor: Though Gregor must say, seeing you this angry remind him very much of
Cherche.

Gerome: What do you mean?

Gregor: Mmm? Oh, never the mind... Hey! Is that Gerome's Minerva over there?

Gerome: It is.

Gregor: Hmm, more intimidating than Cherche's... She seems scarier, more
ferocious...

Gerome: Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest
wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smoky eyes... She's such a
cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!

Gregor: Gregor trick no one! You made with the saying all by yourself.

Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!

Gregor: Heh, Gregor was right. He is indeed adorable when flustered...
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Gregor A

Gregor: Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, yes?

Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?

Gregor: You make Gregor sound like crazy stalker man! He just wanted to talk
about relationship again. About being father and son... Now that Gregor have
seen sensitive side, he thought we might-

Gerome: I have no sensitive side.

Gregor: Er, but Gregor heard you say Minerva is cutey-poo. The look of love
that flitted across face was so tenderful and sincere, and-

Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ......
..Er, Minerva?

Gregor: Minerva would never attack Gregor. Gregor is family! There, there,
little Minerva. You remember Gregor, yes?

Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family?
..... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...

Gregor: Er, what does Minerva say?

Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand
her?

Gregor: Um... Is acquired skill, you see.

Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound
to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father.

Gregor: ...Did you just call Gregor Father?

Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!

Gregor: W-wait, Gerome! My son! Say it once more for Gregor!

Gerome: Bah, enough already!
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25. Libra C

Libra: Hello, Gerome.

Gerome: What do you want?

Libra: Oh, nothing in particular. I just--

Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.

Libra: Apparently not. But what of your family?

Gerome: ......

Libra: I was thinking: we're father and son... Perhaps it's time we started
acting like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father," you know? We could start there.

Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father
is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.

Libra: I suppose what you say is true, but you could stand to open your heart
a bit more... I know your true father is gone, and I know you must miss him
greatly.
..But I thought perhaps our relationship could help heal that wound.

Gerome: Then you are a fool.

Libra: Oh, gods, labeled a fool by my own child... You should know, Gerome,
that I'm only offering this out of a sense of--

Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and
clean Minevrykins before bedtime.

Libra: ...Minervrykins?

Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is
contagious!

Libra: *Sigh* That boy...
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Libra B

Libra: Hello, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of little Minervrykins?

Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have
misheard.

Libra: Peace, Gerome. It was an innocent remark and nothing more. Cherche
sometimes calls her wyvern Minervrykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the
habit as well.

Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.

Libra: Heh heh, You know, you're adorable when you're flustered.

Gerome: ......

Libra: All right, all right. No need to glare now. I meant no offense...

Gerome: ...Apology accepted.

Libra: That's very kind of you. Though I must say, seeing you so angry
reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.

Gerome: What do you mean?

Libra: Mmm? O-oh, nothing... Hey, is that your Minerva over there?

Gerome: It is.

Libra: Hmm, she seems more intimidating than Cherche's. Scarier, more
ferocious...

Gerome: Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest
wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smoky eyes... She's such a
cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!

Libra: Oh? I didn't trick you into anything... You said it all by yourself.

Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!

Libra: Heh, he is indeed adorable when he's flustered...
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Libra A

Libra: Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, I see?

Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?

Libra: It's nothing so sinister as your tone implies, I assure you... I just
wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son...
Now that I've seen you sensitive side, I thought we might--

Gerome: I have no sensitive side.

Libra: Er, right. But remember when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo? The
look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I--

Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ......
..Er, Minerva?

Libra: Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family. There,
there little Minerva. You remember me, don't you?

Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family?
..... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...

Libra: What did Minerva say?

Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand
her?

Libra: Well... It's an acquired skill.

Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound
to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father.

Libra: ...Did you just call me Father?

Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!

Libra: W-wait! Gerome! Son! Let's hear it just one more time!

Gerome: Bah, enough already!
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25. Henry C

Henry: Hey-o, Gerome.

Gerome: What do you want?

Henry: Oh, nothing in particular. I just--

Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I''m not here to make friends.

Henry: Apparently not! But what about family?

Gerome: ......

Henry: I was thinking: we're father and son... Maybe it's time we started
acting like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father," you know? We could start there!

Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father
is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.

Henry: Wow! Is everyone this blunt in the future? Nya ha! Look, I know your
true father is gone, and I'm sure you must miss him greatly. ...But I thought
maybe our relationship could help heal that wound.

Gerome: Then you are a fool.

Henry: Hey! Mind your mouth! I'm only offering this out of a sense of--

Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and
clean Minervykins before bedtime.

Henry: ...Minervykins?

Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is
contagious!

Henry: *Sigh* That boy...
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Henry B

Henry: Hey-o, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of little Minervykins?

Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have
misheard.

Henry: Nya ha! No need to get your smallclothes in a twist, Gerome. Cherche
sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the
habit as well.

Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.

Henry: Heh heh. You're kinda adorable when you're flustered.

Gerome: ......

Henry: Don't you glare at me, young man, or I'll curse you into next week. I
don't want to sure my own son, but I totally will!

Gerome: ...I'm not afraid of you.

Henry: Yeah, I know. It's because I'm not very scary. Nya ha ha! Though I
gotta say, seeing you so angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.

Gerome: What do you mean?

Henry: Mmm? Oh, er, nothing... Hey! Is that your Minerva over there?

Gerome: It is.

Henry: Hmm, more intimidating than Cherche's... Scarier, more ferocious...

Gerome: Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest
wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smoky eyes... She's such a
cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!

Henry: Nya ha! I didn't trick you into saying anything! You said it all by
yourself!

Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!

Henry: Nya ha ha! He really is adorable when he's flustered...
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Henry A

Henry: Hey-o, Gerome. Spending some quality time with Minerva again, I see?

Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?

Henry: Geeze, you make my rampant stalking sound so sinister! I just wanted
to talk about our rellationship again. About being father and son. Now that
I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might--

Gerome: I have no sensitive side.

Henry: Uh, right. But remember when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo? The
look of love that flitted accross your face was so tender and sincere, I--

Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! .......
..Er, Minerva?

Henry: Nya ha! Minerva would never attack me! She knows I'm family. There,
there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you?

Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family?
..... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...

Henry: Sooo... What did Minerva say?

Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand
her?

Henry: Usually I can, yeah. ...But she was mumbling.

Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound
to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father.

Henry: ...Did you just call me Father?

Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!

Henry: Wait! Say it again! Come on! Don't make me curse you!

Gerome: Bah, enough already!
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Lucina's Sibling Supports:

9. Cynthia C

Cynthia: This place is a mess! I really should straighten up more... often...
Is that a... AAAAAAAAAUGH!

Lucina: Gods, I've never seen Cynthia run so fast! Are we under attack?!
Cynthia! What happened back there? ...Are you all right?!

Cynthia: L-Lucinaaa!

Lucina: Breathe, Cynthia. Calm down and tell me what happened. You have
nothing to fear now that I'm here.

Cynthia: B-b-bug! A bug!

Lucina: ...A bug? ...As in... an insect?

Cynthia: As in a huge, freakish nightmare, with gross, hairy legs... It's
HORRIBLE!

Lucina: You're telling me all of your screaming and flailing was over an
INSECT? *sigh* I thought the Risen had come. You could have sent the camp
into a panic.

Cynthia: AAAAAH! It's back! And it can fly?! S-stay away! Don't come near
meee!

Lucina: Come now, I don't see what all the fuss i- EEEEEEK!

Cynthia: See? SEE?! It's the stuff of nightmares! Now hurry up and kill it!
Kill it with fire magic or something!

Lucina: Oh, no - I'm not going near that thing! It's HUGE!

Cynthia: WHAT?! What happened to having nothing to fear now that you're here?
How are you gonna save the future if you can't even smoosh one stupid bug?

Lucina: Those two things are not related in the slightest. And how do YOU
plan to be a big hero if you're scared of a bug?

Cynthia: I'd sooner die a craven than touch that horrid thing! Look, you're
the older one! You do it! Father told you to protect your little sister,
didn't he?

Lucina: Er, well, I suppose he did... *sigh* All right, I'll... do something
about it.

Cynthia: I knew I could depend on you, Lucy! Three cheers for the once and
future exalt!

Lucina: ...You're a royal, too, you know? It wouldn't kill you to show a bit
more spine.

Cynthia: Hey, now's your chance! It just crawled into a corner behind that
shelf!

Lucina: It's too dark. I can't see it...

Cynthia: You should light up Falchion. Then once you spot it, ker-STAB!

Lucina: Falchion isn't some common pitchfork, Cynthia! It's a blade of
legend!

Cynthia: All right, all right!. Sheesh... I'm sorry I... AHHHHH! It's flying
again! It's flying!

Lucina: As formidable a foe as it may be, I won't allow it to set a single
hairy leg on you!

Cynthia: Go, Lucina, go! GET HIM!

Chrom: What in the name of...? What are you two doing in here?!

Lucina: F-Father?

Cynthia: Father!

Chrom: Honestly, you two. All that commotion over a silly insect? What were
you thinking?!

Cynthia: Sorry...

Lucina: I'm sorry, Father...

Chrom: Just see that it never happens again.

Cynthia: Figures he would be the one to get it. He's unshakable.

Lucina: It's true. Although he was a lot less calm when it came to scolding
us...

Cynthia: Aw, are you still down about that? I actually had a lot of fun. I
can't remember the two of us ever getting in trouble like that before. It
felt like... I don't know, like we were a normal family for a second there.

Lucina: Heh. I confess, it did have its moments...
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Cynthia B

Lucina: ...Cynthia.

Cynthia: Mmm?

Lucina: You know what I'm about to say, don't you?

Cynthia: Um... Be sure to wash Falchion after I'm done cutting this apple?

Lucina: DON'T use Falchion to cut apples in the first place, you dolt!

Cynthia: Eep! S-sorry! I'm sorry!

Lucina: You had best be more than just sorry... That sword is a national
treasure of Ylisse and a final memento of my father. Would you use the last
earthly remembrance of your dead father to cut FRUIT?! You've shamed the
weapon that built your very homeland!

Cynthia: Well, you've seen for yourself how big the apple is. And with no
other knives around... B-besides, I've barely ever touched the sword before.
I dunno, I... I got curious.

Lucina: ......

Cynthia: So, um, a-are you... Yeah, you're mad.

Lucina: You've never held Falchion before?

Cynthia: Not really, no. In the future, you always kept it by your side. And
since we've been back here, I've maybe moved it from tent to tent once or
twice.

Lucina: Then we don't know if you have the potential to wield it.

Cynthia: Wait, it takes a special person to use it?

Lucina: I see there is much you do not know. This blade was forged with
Naga's power and steeped in the exalt's bloodline. Only a select few are able
to wield it, even among the Ylissean royal house.

Cynthia: Yeesh, talk about picky. But I'm not surprised you're one of them,
Lucina.

Lucina: You may well be another, Cynthia. I'm mortified we've come this far
without ever putting it to the test.

Cynthia: Hey that would be totally heroic and awesome if I could use it!
Cutting down foes with a mystical sword is pretty much the best thing ever!

Lucina: Mostly I'm ashamed I never stopped to consider it. If you are, in
fact, among Falchion's chosen, that is knowledge we need. There may come a
time when it proves necessary for you to take it up.

Cynthia: What, like if you're busy?

Lucina: Like if I'm dead, Cynthia. Having someone able to wield it even after
I'm gone would be a considerable asset. We must use any means at our disposal
to ensure the future is saved. Now let's go put it to the test.

Cynthia: ......

Lucina: Cynthia?

Cynthia: Aw, forget it. There's no way the sword would choose someone like
me.

Lucina: You don't know that until you try. You yourself just said you wished
you were able to wield it. So let's-

Cynthia: I said NO! I'm not doing it! Don't make me... Don't make me practice
for your death, Lucina!

Lucina: ...I understand how you feel, but we must be practical about this. We
cannot afford to lose this war. No matter what happens or who dies.

Cynthia: You think I don't know that?! But it's not... It's just not that
simple for me, all right? What, are you planning to leave me, too? First my
parents and now you?

Lucina: Not by choice, Cynthia. Never by choice. ...But there are no
guarantees in war.

Cynthia: And that's supposed to make me feel better?! If it means you dying,
I don't want anything to do with Falchion! And if you make me try, I'll only
use it to chop up more apples, so there! This is pointless. I'm leaving.

Lucina: Cynthia... She sure is stuck on this whole apple business...
=====================================================
Cynthia A

Cynthia: Lucina, is this, uh... Do you have a minute?

Lucina: What's wrong, Cynthia? Why the serious face?

Cynthia: I want you to help me see whether or not I can wield Falchion.

Lucina: Huh? You were so dead set against it. What changed?

Cynthia: I did, I suppose. I thought about everything you said... About how
we need to win this war by any means necessary. I was running away from that
truth and from my duty as a child of the exalted bloodline. But like you
said, we need to be practical about this. ...So will you help me?

Lucina: Of course. I'll make the necessary preparations immediately. All
right. I want you to strike at that log as if it were the enemy. If you lack
the potential to wield Falchion, its blade will be dull as a stone. You will
scarce knock the bark off your target. However, if you are among the blade's
chosen, the log will be cleft in two.

Cynthia: ......

Lucina: Here. Take Falchion.

Cynthia: All right... Here we go... Hey, wait. What am I going to do if this
DOES work? ...No, I'll worry about that later. No more doubts. This is a part
of my duty... Here I go! RrrAAAGH! ...... ...Huh? I didn't feel anything.

Lucina: ...The log is unscathed. I'm sorry, Cynthia. It seems you've not been
chosen to wield Falchion.

Cynthia: ......

Lucina: Don't take it too hard. This doesn't change who you are. You're still
my sister, a daughter of Chrom, and a princess of Ylisse. Don't let this-

Cynthia: ...Pffft. Heh heh ha ha ha!

Lucina: Cynthia?!

Cynthia: Ah ha ha ha, I'm s-sorry, it's just... I was so worked up, I... I
totally missed! I missed the log! Ah ha ha, what a riot!

Lucina: ...Heh. Heh heh. *ahem* Do try to be serious, Sister. You're making
me laugh... *Sigh* I suppose we both got a little too wrapped up in this
whole Falchion matter. It wound up souring the air between us, almost as if
we'd been quarrelling. I far preferred that night we got in trouble for the
giant bug...

Cynthia: Oh, me too! ...Though at least this helped me firm up my resolve.
Not doing what I can out of fear that the people I love might die is just...
cowardice. If something should happen to you, I swear to keep fighting to the
bitter end. But I still have no intention of letting that happen. The pain is
too much to imagine. So let me protect you. It's the least your sister can
do!

Lucina: I fear I, too, was running. I was afraid to make you a promise. But
no more. I swear to you, here and now, that this war will not claim me. I
refuse to leave you all alone, Sister, nor allow any harm to come to you. We
will survive this together. We will forge a future of our own making.

Cynthia: It's a promise!

Lucina: So it is sworn on Falchion. ...Oh, blast! I completely forgot that
I'm on cooking duty tonight. Sorry, but I must be going.

Cynthia: Ah, wait! Lucina, you forgot Falchion! ...So much for not leaving me
all alone. Guess it's just you and me, Falchy. How's about one more swing for
the road, seeing as I'll likely never touch you again? Hrrngh... YAAAAH!
..... ...Yup. Once again, total whiff! You'd just better do a damned good
job of looking after my sister, you got that? If Lucina dies, you're getting
demoted to royal fruit knife. Don't think I won't do it! ...All right, well,
better get you back to her.

Chrom: ...Hmm? What's this log? Was someone training? Hmm, split perfectly in
two. I've never seen such a clean cut before...
=====================================================
9. Kjelle C

Kjelle: This place is a mess. I really should straighten up more... often...
Is that a... AAAAAAUGH!

Lucina: Gods, I've never seen Kjelle run so fast! Are we under attack?!
Kjelle! What happened back there? ...Are you alright?

Kjelle: L-Lucinaaa!

Lucina: Breathe, Kjelle. Calm down and tell me what happened. You have
nothing to fear now that I'm here.

Kjelle: B-b-bug! A bug!

Lucina: ...A bug? ...As in... an insect?

Kjelle: As in a huge, horrid nightmare, with repulsive hairy legs... It's
TERRIBLE!

Lucina: You're telling me all of your screaming and flailing was over an
INSECT? *sigh* I thought the Risen had come. You could have sent the camp
into panic.

Kjelle: AAAAAH! It's back! And it can fly?! S-stay back! Don't come close,
fiend!

Lucina: Come now, I don't see what all the fuss i-EEEEEK!

Kjelle: See? SEE?! It's the stuff of nightmares! Now hurry up and kill it!
Kill it with fire magic or whatever have you!

Lucina: Oh, no-I'm not going near that thing! It's HUGE!

Kjelle: WHAT?! What happened to having nothing to fear now that you're here?
How do you plan to save the future if you can't even fell one wretched
insect?

Lucina: Those two things are not related in the slightest. And what good is
all your training if you're scared of a bug?

Kjelle: I've not trained for the horrors that come with touching something
like that! Look, you're the older one! You do it! Father told you to protect
your little sister, didn't he?

Lucina: Er, well, I suppose he did... *sigh* All right, I'll...do something
about it.

Kjelle: I knew I could depend on you, Lucina! Three cheers for the once and
future exalt!

Lucina: ...You're a royal, too, you know? It wouldn't kill you to show a bit
more spine.

Kjelle: Hey, now's your chance! It just crawled into a corner behind the
shelf!

Lucina: It's too dark. I can't see it...

Kjelle: You'd best light up Falchion. Then once you spot it, strike!

Lucina: Falchion isn't some common pitchfork, Kjelle! It's a blade of legend!

Kjelle: All right, all right. At ease, Lucina. I'm sorry I... AHHHHH! It's
airborne again! Take cover!

Lucina: As formidable a foe as it may be, I won't allow it to set a single
hair leg on you!

Kjelle: Go, Lucina, go! GET HIM!

Chrom: What in the name of...? What are you two doing in here?!

Lucina: F-Father?

Kjelle: Father!

Chrom: Honestly, you two. All that commotion over a silly insect? What were
you thinking?!

Kjelle: Sorry...

Lucina: I'm sorry, Father...

Chrom: Just see that it never happens again.
(Chrom leaves)

Kjelle: Of course he would be the one to get it. He's unshakable.

Lucina: It's true. Although, he was a lot less calm when it came to scolding
us...

Kjelle: Heh, are you still down about that? I actually had a lot of fun. I
can't remember the two of us ever getting in trouble like that before. It
felt like... I don't know, like we were a normal family for a second there.

Lucina: Heh. I confess, it did have its moments...
=====================================================
Kjelle B
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Lucina: ...Kjelle.

Kjelle: Mmm?

Lucina: You know what I'm about to say, don't you?

Kjelle: ... Be sure to wash Falchion after I'm finished cutting this apple?

Lucina: DON'T use Falchion to cut apples in the first place, you dolt!

Kjelle: Eep! S-sorry! I'm sorry!

Lucina: You had best be more than just sorry... That sword is a national
treasure of Ylisse and a final memento of my father. Would you use the last
earthly remembrance of your dead father to cut FRUIT?! You've shamed the
weapon that build your very homeland!

Kjelle: Well, you've seen for yourself how big the apple is. And with no
other knives around... B-besides, I've never touched the sword before. I... I
suppose I got curious.

Lucina: ......

Kjelle: So, a-are you... Yes, you're angry.

Lucina: You've never held Falchion before?

Kjelle: Not really, no. In the future, you always kept it by your side. And
since we've been back here, I've maybe moved it from tent to tent once or
twice.

Lucina: Then we don't know if you have the potential to wield it.

Kjelle: Wait, it takes a special person to use it?

Lucina: I see there is much you do not know. This blade was forged with
Naga's power and steeped in the exalt's bloodline. Only a select few are able
to wield it, even among the Ylissean royal house.

Kjelle: Huh. Quite particular, I see... Though I'm not surprised you're one
of them, Lucina.

Lucina: You may well be another, Kjelle. I'm mortified we've come this far
without ever putting it to the test.

Kjelle: Well, it would be quite an honor to wield such a divine weapon. A
powerful warrior with a mystical sword... It's the stuff dreams are made of!

Lucina: Mostly I'm ashamed I never stopped to consider it. If you are, in
fact, among Falchion's chosen, that is knowledge we need. There may come a
time when it proves necessary for you to take it up.

Kjelle: Like... if you're too busy?

Lucina: Like if I'm dead, Kjelle. Having someone able to wield it even after
I'm gone would be a considerable asset. We must use any means at our disposal
to ensure the future is saved. Now let's go put it to the test.

Kjelle: ......

Lucina: Kjelle?

Kjelle: Forget it. There's no way the sword would choose someone like me.

Lucina: You don't know that until you try. You yourself just said you wished
you were able to wield it. So let's-

Kjelle: I said NO! I'm not doing it! Don't make me... Don't make me practice
for your death, Lucina!

Lucina: ...I understand how you feel, but we must be practical about this. We
cannot afford to lose this war. No matter what happens or who dies.

Kjelle: You think I don't know that?! But it's not... It's just not that
simple for me, all right? What, are you planning to leave me, too? First my
parents and now you?

Lucina: Not by choice, Kjelle. Never by choice. ...But there are no
guarantees in war.

Kjelle: And that's supposed to make me feel better?! If it means you dying, I
don't want anything to do with Falchion! And if you make me try, I'll... I'll
just use it to chop more apples! Hmph! This is pointless. I'm leaving.

Lucina: Kjelle... She sure is stuck on this whole apple business...
=====================================================
Kjelle A

Kjelle: Lucina, is this, uh... Do you have a minute?

Lucina: What's wrong, Kjelle? Why the serious face?

Kjelle: I want you to help me see whether or not I can wield Falchion.

Lucina: Huh? You were so dead set against it. What changed?

Kjelle: I did, I suppose. I thought about everything you said... About how we
need to win this war by any means necessary. I was running away from that
truth and from my duty as a child of the exalted bloodline. But like you
said, we need to be practical about this. ...So will you help me?

Lucina Of course. I'll make the necessary preparations immediately.
(Time passes)
Lucina: All right. I want you to strike at that log as if it were the enemy.
If you lack the potential to wield Falchion, its blade will be dull as a
stone. You will scarce knock the park off your target. However, if you are
among the blade's chosen, the log will be cleft in two.

Kjelle: ......

Lucina: Here. Take Falchion.

Kjelle: All right... Here we go... Hey, wait. What am I going to do if this
DOES work? ...No. I'll worry about that later. No more doubts. This is part
of my duty... Here I go! RrrAAGH! ...... ...Huh? I didn't feel anything.

Lucina: ...The log is unscathed. I'm sorry, Kjelle. It seems you've not been
chosen to wield Falchion.

Kjelle: ......

Lucina: Don't take it too hard. This doesn't change who you are. You're still
my sister, a daughter of Chrom, and a princess of Ylisse. Don't let this-

Kjelle: ...Pffft. Heh heh ha ha ha!

Lucina: Kjelle?!

Kjelle: Ah ha ha ha, I'm s-sorry, it's just... I was so worked up, I... I
completely missed! I missed the log! Ah ha ha! How embarrassing!

Lucina: ...Heh. Heh heh. *ahem* Do try to be serious, Sister. You're making
me laugh... *Sigh* I suppose we both got a little too wrapped up in this
whole Falchion matter. It wound up souring the air between us, almost as if
we'd been quarreling. I far preferred that night we got in trouble for the
giant bug...

Kjelle: Oh, me too! ...Though at least this helped me firm up my resolve. Not
doing what I can out of fear that the people I love might die is just...
cowardice.
If something should happen to you, I swear to keep fighting to the bitter
end.
But I still have no intention of letting that happen. The pain is too much to
imagine. SO let me protect you. It's the least your sister can do!

Lucina: I fear I, too, was running. I was afraid to make you a promise. But
no more. I swear to you, here and now, that this war will not claim me. I
refuse to leave you all alone, Sister, nor allow any harm to come to you. We
will survive this together. We will forge a future of our own making.

Kjelle: It's a promise!

Lucina: So it is sworn on Falchion. ...Oh, blast! I completely forgot that
I'm on cooking duty tonight. Sorry, but I must be going.

Kjelle: Ah, wait! Lucina, you forgot Falchion! ...So much for not leaving me
all alone. Guess it's just you and me, sword. How's about one more swing for
the road, seeing as I'll likely never touch you again? Hrrnngh... YAAAAH!
.....
..Heh. Not a scratch. You'd just better do a damned good job of looking
after my sister, understand? If Lucina dies, you're getting demoted to royal
fruit knife. Don't think I won't do it! ...All right. I'd better get you back
to her.

Chrom: ...Hmm? What's this log? Was someone training? Hmm, split perfectly in
two. I've never seen such a clean cut before...
=====================================================
9. Brady C

Brady: Ugh, this place is a mess! I really should straighten up more...
often... Is that a... AAAAAAAAAUGH!

Lucina: Gods. I've never seen Brady run so fast! Are we under attack! Brady!
What happened back there? ...Are you all right?!

Brady: L-Lucinaaa!

Lucina: Breathe, Brady. Calm down and tell me what happened. You have nothing
to fear now that I'm here.

Brady: B-b-bug! A bug!

Lucina: ...A bug? ...As in... an insect?

Brady: As in a huge, freakish nightmare, with gross, hairy legs... It's
HORRIBLE!

Lucina: You're telling me all of your screaming and flailing was over an
insect? *sigh* I thought the Risen had come. You could have sent the camp
into a panic.

Brady: AAAAAH! It's back! And it can fly?! S-stay away! Don't come near meee!

Lucina: Come now, I don't see what all the fuss i-EEEEEEK!

Brady: See? Ya SEE?! It's the stuff of nightmares! Now hurry up and kill it!
Kill it with fire magic or whatever!

Lucina: Oh, no-I'm not going near that thing! It's HUGE!

Brady: What?! What happened to having nothing to fear now that you're here?
How ya gonna save the future if ya can't even smoosh one stupid bug?

Lucina: Those two things are not related in the slightest. How can a tough
guy like you possibly be scared of an insect?

Brady: I'd sooner die a craven that touch that vile thing! Look, you're the
older one! You do it! Pop told you to protect your little brother, didn't he?

Lucina: Er, well, I suppose he did... *sigh* All right, I'll... do something
about it.

Brady: I knew I could depend on ya, Luce! Hip hip huzzah and all that
malarkey.

Lucina: ...You're a royal, too, you know? It wouldn't kill you to show a bit
more spine.

Brady: Hey, now's your chance! It just crawled into a corner behind that
shelf!

Lucina: It's too dark. I can't see it...

Brady: You should light up Falchion. The one ya spot it, ker-STAB!

Lucina: Falchion isn't some common pitchfork, Brady! It's a blade of legend!

Brady: Hmph. Fine, be stingy with the thing. See if I... AHHHHH! It's flying
again! Look out!

Lucina: As formidable a for as it may be, I don't allow it to set a single
hairy leg on you!

Brady: Go, Lucina, go! GET HIM!

Chrom: What in the name of...? What are you two doing in here?!

Lucina: F-Father?

Brady: Pop!

Chrom: Honestly, you two. All that commotion over a silly insect? What were
you thinking?!

Brady: Sorry, Pop.

Lucina: I'm sorry, Father...

Chrom: Just see that it never happens again.

Brady: Figures he'd be the one to smoosh it. He's unshakable.

Lucina: It's true. Although he was a lot less calm when it came to scolding
us...

Brady: Hah. Ya still worried about that? I actually had a lot of fun. Can't
remember the two of us ever getting in trouble like that before. It's like...
I dunno. Felt like we was a normal family for a second there.

Lucina: Heh. I confess, it did have its moments...
=====================================================
Brady B

Lucina: ...Brady.

Brady: Mmm?

Lucina: You know what I'm about to say, don't you?

Brady: Um... Be sure to wash the Falchion after I'm done cutting this apple?

Lucina: DON'T use Falchion to cut apples in the first, you dolt!

Brady: Eep! D-don't get so bent outta shape! I'm sorry!

Lucina: You had best be more than just sorry... That sword is national
treasure of Ylisse and a final memento of my father. Would you use the last
earthly remembrance of your dead father to cut FRUIT?! You've shamed the
weapon that built your very homeland!

Brady: Well, you've seen for yourself how big the apple is. And with no other
knives around... B-besides, I've barely ever touched the thing before. I... I
got curious, yeah?

Lucina: ......

Brady: So, um, a-are ya... Yeah, you're mad.

Lucina: You've never held Falchion before?

Brady: Not really, no. In the future, ya always kept it by your side. And
since we been back here, I maybe moved it from tent to tent once or twice.

Lucina: Then we don't know if you have the potential to weld it.

Brady: Wait, it takes a special cat to use it.

Lucina: I see there is much you do not know. This blade was forged with
Naga's power and steeped in the exalt's bloodline. Only a select few are able
to wield it, even among the Ylissean royal house.

Brady: Yeesh, talk about picky. Er, though I ain't surprised you're one of
'em, Lucina.

Lucina: You may well be another, Brady. I'm mortified we've come this far
without ever putting it to the test.

Brady: It's be the cat's pajamas if I really could wield that sucker. Cutting
down foes with a mystical sword? Now THAT's aces! I'd be just like Pop!

Lucina: Mostly I'm ashamed I never stopped to consider it. If you are, in
fact, among Falchion's chosen, that is knowledge we need. There may come a
time when it proves necessary for you to take it up.

Brady: What, like if you're busy?

Lucina: Like if I'm dead, Inigo. having someone able to wield it even after
I'm gone would be considerable asset. We must use any means at our disposal
to ensure the future is saved. Now let's go put it to the test.

Brady: ......

Lucina: Brady?

Brady: Aw, forget it. Ain't no way the sword would choose a mope like me.

Lucina: You don't know that until you try. You yourself just said you wished
you were able to wield it. So let's-

Brady: I said NO! I ain't doing it! Don't make me.... Don't make practice for
your death, Lucina!

Lucina: ...I understand how you feel, but we must be practical about this. We
cannot afford to lose this war. No matter what happens or who dies.

Brady: Ya think I don't know that?! But it ain't... It's just not that simple
for me, all right? What, are you planning to leave me, too? First my folks
and now you?

Lucina: Not by choice, Brady. Never by choice. ...But there are no guarantees
in war.

Brady: And that's supposed to make me feel better?! If it means ya dying, I
don't want anything to do with Falchion! And if you make me try, I'll only
use it to chop more apples, so there! This is pointless. I'm leaving.

Lucina: Brady... He sure is stuck on this whole apple business...
=====================================================
Brady A

Brady: Lucina, is this, uh... Do you have a minute?

Lucina: What's wrong, Brady? Why the serious face?

Brady: I want ya to help me see whether or not I can wield the Falchion.

Lucina: Huh? You were so dead set against it. What changed?

Brady: I did, I guess. I thought about everything ya said... About how we
need to win this war be any means necessary. I was running away from that
truth and from my duty as a child of the exalted bloodline. But like ya said,
we need to be practical about this. ...So will ya help me?

Lucina: Of course. I'll make the necessary preparations immediately.
(Time passes)
Lucina: All right. I want you to strike at that log as if it were the enemy.
If you lack the potential to wield Falchion, its blade will be dull as a
stone. You will scarce knock the bark off your target. However, if you are
among the blade's chosen, the log will be cleft in two.

Brady: ......

Lucina: Here. Take Falchion.

Brady: All right... Here goes nothin'.. Damn. What am I going do if this DOES
work? ...No. I'll worry about that later. No more doubts. This a part of my
duty... Here I go! RrrAAAGH! ...... ...Huh? I didn't feel nothin'.

Lucina: ...The log is unscathed. I'm sorry, Brady. It seems you've not been
chosen to wield Falchion.

Brady: ......

Lucina: Don't take it too hard. This doesn't change who you are. You're still
my brother, a son of Chrom, and a prince of Ylisse. Don't let this-

Brady: ...Pffft. Heh heh ha ha ha!

Lucina: Brady?!

Brady: Ah ha ha ha, s-sorry, it's just... I was so worked up, I... I totally
missed! I missed the log! Ah ha ha, what a riot!

Lucina: ...Heh. Heh heh. *ahem* Do not try to be serious, Brother. You're
making me laugh... *Sigh* I suppose we both got a little it too wrapped up in
this whole Falchion matter. It wound up souring the air between us, almost as
if we'd been quarreling. I far preferred that night we got in trouble for the
giant bug....

Brady: Heh, same here! ...Though at least this helped me firm up my resolve.
Not doing what I can out of fear that the people I love might die is just...
chicken. If something should happen to ya, I swear to keep fighting to the
bitter end. But I still have no intention of letting that happen. The pain
would be... too much. So lemme protect you. It's the least your brother can
do!

Lucina: I fear I, too, was running. I was afraid to make you a promise. But
no more. I swear to you, here and now, that this war will not claim me. I
refuse to you all alone, Brother, nor allow any harm to come to you. We will
survive this together. We will forge a future of our own making.

Brady: It's a promise!

Lucina: So it is sworn on Falchion. ...Oh, blast! I completely forget that
I'm cooking duty tonight. Sorry, but I must be going.

Brady: Ah, wait! Lucina, ya forgot Falchion! ...So much for not leavin' me,
yeah? Guess it's just you and me, Falchy. How's about one more swing for the
road, seeing as I'll likely never touch ya again? Hrrngh... YAAAAH! ......
..Yup. Not a scratch. Ya just better do a damned good job of looking after
my sister, yeah? If Lucina dies, you're getting demoted to royal fruit knife.
Don't think I won't do it! ...All right. Let's get ya back to her.

Chrom: ...Hmm? What's this log? Was someone training? Hmm, split perfectly in
two. I've never seen such a clean cut before...
=====================================================
9. Inigo C

Inigo: This place is a mess! I should straighten up more... often... Is that
a... AAAAAAAAAUGH!

Lucina: Gods. I've never seen Inigo run so fast! Are we under attack! Inigo!
What happened back there? ...Are you all right?!

Inigo: L-Lucinaaa!

Lucina: Breathe, Inigo. Calm down and tell me what happened. You have nothing
to fear now that I'm here.

Inigo: B-b-bug! A bug!

Lucina: ...A bug? ...As in... an insect?

Inigo: As in a huge, freakish nightmare, with gross, hairy legs... It's
HORRIBLE!

Lucina: You're telling me all of your screaming and flailing was over an
insect? *sigh* I thought the Risen had come. You could have sent the camp
into a panic.

Inigo: AAAAAH! It's back! And it can fly?! S-stay away! Don't come near meee!

Lucina: Come now, I don't see what all the fuss i-EEEEEEK!

Inigo: See? SEE?! It's the stuff of nightmares! Now hurry up and kill it!
Kill it with fire magic or something!

Lucina: Oh, no-I'm not going near that thing! It's HUGE!

Inigo: What?! What happened to having nothing to fear now that you're here?
How are you gonna save the future if you can't even smoosh one stupid bug?

Lucina: Those two things are not related in the slightest. And how do YOU
plan to impress girls if you're scared of a bug?

Inigo: I'd sooner die loveless and alone than touch that thing! Look, you're
the older one! You do it! Father told you to protect your little brother,
didn't he?

Lucina: Er, well, I suppose he did... *sigh* All right, I'll... do something
about it.

Inigo: I knew I could depend on you, Luce! Three cheers for the once and
future exalt!

Lucina: ...You're a royal, too, you know? It wouldn't kill you to show a bit
more spine.

Inigo: Hey, now's your chance! It just crawled into a corner behind that
shelf!

Lucina: It's too dark. I can't see it...

Inigo: You should light up Falchion. The one you spot it, ker-STAB!

Lucina: Falchion isn't some common pitchfork, Inigo! It's a blade of legend!

Inigo: Ah ha ha, all right, all right, I'm sorry I... AHHHHH! It's flying
again! It's flying!

Lucina: As formidable a for as it may be, I don't allow it to set a single
hairy leg on you!

Inigo: Go, Lucina, go! GET HIM!

Chrom: What in the name of...? What are you two doing in here?!

Lucina: F-Father?

Inigo: Father!

Chrom: Honestly, you two. All that commotion over a silly insect? What were
you thinking?!

Inigo: Sorry...

Lucina: I'm sorry, Father...

Chrom: Just see that it never happens again.

Inigo: Figures he would be the one to get it. He's unshakable.

Lucina: It's true. Although he was a lot less calm when it came to scolding
us...

Inigo: Aw, are you still down about that? I actually had a lot of fun. I
can't remember the two of us ever getting in trouble like that before. It
felt like... I don't know, like we were a normal family for a second there.

Lucina: Heh. I confess, it did have its moment...
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Inigo B

Lucina: ...Inigo.

Inigo: Mmm?

Lucina: You know what I'm about to say, don't you?

Inigo: Um... Be sure to wash the Falchion after I'm done cutting this apple?

Lucina: DON'T use Falchion to cut apples in the first, you dolt!

Inigo: Eep! S-sorry! I'm sorry!

Lucina: You had best be more than just sorry... That sword is national
treasure of Ylisse and a final memento of my father. Would you use the last
earthly remembrance of your dead father to cut FRUIT?! You've shamed the
weapon that built your very homeland!

Inigo: Well, you've seen for yourself how big the apple is. And with no other
knives around... B-besides, I've barely ever touched the thing before. I
dunno, I... I got curious.

Lucina: ......

Inigo: So, um, a-are... Yeah, you're mad.

Lucina: You've never held Falchion before?

Inigo: Not really, no. In the future, you always kept it by your side. And
since we've been back here, I've maybe moved it from tent to tent once or
twice.

Lucina: Then we don't know if you have the potential to weld it.

Inigo: Wait, it takes a special person to use it.

Lucina: I see there is much you do not know. This blade was forged with
Naga's power and steeped in the exalt's bloodline. Only a select few are able
to wield it, even among the Ylissean royal house.

Inigo: Yeesh, talk about picky. Er, though I'm not surprised you're one of
them, Lucina.

Lucina: You may well be another, Inigo. I'm mortified we've come this far
without ever putting it to the test.

Inigo: That'd be pretty amazing if I really could wield it. Cutting down foes
with a mystical sword? You couldn't KEEP the girls away!

Lucina: Mostly I'm ashamed I never stopped to consider it. If you are, in
fact, among Falchion's chosen, that is knowledge we need. There may come a
time when it proves necessary for you to take it up.

Inigo: What, like if you're busy?

Lucina: Like if I'm dead, Inigo. having someone able to wield it even after
I'm gone would be considerable asset. We must use any means at our disposal
to ensure the future is saved. Now let's go put it to the test.

Inigo: ......

Lucina: Inigo?

Inigo: Aw, forget it. There's no way the sword would choose someone like me.

Lucina: You don't know that until you try. You yourself just said you wished
you were able to wield it. So let's-

Inigo: I said NO! I'm not doing it! Don't make me.... Don't make practice for
your death, Lucina!

Lucina: ...I understand how you feel, but we must be practical about this. We
cannot afford to lose this war. No matter what happens or who dies.

Inigo: You think I don't know that?! But it's not... It's just not that
simple for me, all right? What, are you planning to leave me, too? First my
parents and now you?

Lucina: Not by choice, Inigo. Never by choice. ...But there are no guarantees
in war.

Inigo: And that's supposed to make me feel better?! If it means you dying, I
don't want anything to do with Falchion! And if you make me try, I'll only
use it to chop more apples, so there! This is pointless. I'm leaving.

Lucina: Inigo... He sure is stuck on this whole apple business...
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Inigo A

Inigo: Lucina, is this, uh... Do you have a minute?

Lucina: What's wrong, Inigo? Why the serious face?

Inigo: I want you to help me see whether or not I can wield the Falchion.

Lucina: Huh? You were so dead set against it. What changed?

Inigo: I did, I suppose. I thought about everything you said... About how we
need to win this war be any means necessary. I was running away from that
truth and from my duty as a child of the exalted bloodline. But like you
said, we need to be practical about this. ...So will help me?

Lucina: Of course. I'll make the necessary preparations immediately.
(Time passes)
Lucina: All right. I want you to strike at that log as if it were the enemy.
If you lack the potential to wield Falchion, its blade will be dull as a
stone. You will scarce knock the bark off your target. However, if you are
among the blade's chosen, the log will be cleft in two.

Inigo: ......

Lucina: Here. Take Falchion.

Inigo: All right... Here we go... Hey, wait. What am I going do if this DOES
work? ...No. I'll worry about that later. No more doubts. This a part of my
duty... Here I go! RrrAAAGH! ...... ...Huh? I didn't feel anything.

Lucina: ...The log is unscathed. I'm sorry, Inigo. It seems you've not been
chosen to wield Falchion.

Inigo: ......

Lucina: Don't take it too hard. This doesn't change who you are. You're still
my brother, a son of Chrom, and a prince of Ylisse. Don't let this-

Inigo: ...Pffft. Heh heh ha ha ha!

Lucina: Inigo?!

Inigo: Ah ha ha ha, s-sorry, it's just... I was so worked up, I... I totally
missed! I missed the log! Ah ha ha, hilarious!

Lucina: ...Heh. Heh heh. *ahem* Do not try to be serious, Brother. You're
making me laugh... *Sigh* I suppose we both got a little it too wrapped up in
this whole Falchion matter. It wound up souring the air between us, almost as
if we'd been quarreling. I far preferred that night we got in trouble for the
giant bug....

Inigo: Oh, me too! ...Though at least this helped me firm up my resolve. Not
doing what I can out of fear that the people I love might die is just...
cowardice. If something should happen to you, I swear to keep fighting to the
bitter end. But I still have no intention of letting that happen. The pain is
too much to imagine. So let me protect you. It's the least your brother can
do!

Lucina: I fear I, too, was running. I was afraid to make you a promise. But
no more. I swear to you, here and now, that this war will not claim me. I
refuse to you all alone, Brother, nor allow any harm to come to you. We will
survive this together. We will forge a future of our own making.

Inigo: It's a promise!

Lucina: So it is sworn on Falchion. ...Oh, blast! I completely forget that
I'm cooking duty tonight. Sorry, but I must be going.

Inigo: Ah, wait! Lucina, you forgot Falchion! ...So mush for not leaving me
all alone. Guess it's just you and me, Falchy. How's about one more swing for
the road, seeing as I'll likely never touch you again? Hrrngh... YAAAAH!
..... ...Yup. Not a scratch. You just better do a damned good job of looking
after my sister, you got that? If Lucina dies, you're getting demoted to
royal fruit knife. Don't think I won't do it! ...All right, well, better get
back to her.

Chrom: ...Hmm? What's this log? Was someone training? Hmm, split perfectly in
two. I've never seen such a clean cut before...
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Contact Information and Credits

Contact information:
Contact me at: [email protected] or on the Fire Emblem: Awakening Board.

Email any typos, conversations to contribute or anything that will help this
script.

Credits:

Intelligent Systems, for making this game.

Nintendo of America, for localizing the game to America.

Serenes Forest, for providing a good chunk of the support conversations.

guy with awakening, a Canadian that contributed the first transcribed
supports onto the internet before any Americans got ahold of it.
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