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Astrid: I'm ready for today's lesson, Gatrie!
Gatrie: Great! Er...right. Let's begin where we left off last time. Do you know what adaptation means?
Astrid: I certainly do.
Gatrie: See adaptation is... Wait...you do?
Astrid: It means changing your strategy to take advantage of different circumstances.
Gatrie: Ahhh... So that's what it means... Er, yes! That's exactly right! You're smart AND beautiful, Astrid! I knew what adaptation meant. I just wanted to test my favorite student, and she passed!
Astrid: Oh, you flatter me! Thank you for your kind words.
Gatrie: Well, I do have one more test question... Er...do you...have a boyfriend?
Astrid: A boyfriend?
Gatrie: That's right! Oh, don't worry! I don't happen to have a girlfriend. You know...for the moment.
Astrid: I don't have a boyfriend. But... I do have a fiance.
Gatrie: What?! A fiance?!
Astrid: Yes.
Gatrie: Well, er... Congratulations!
Astrid: Gatrie! Do you have something in your eye?
Gatrie: Oh... Don't worry about me. ...Sniff... Sniff... As long as you're happy... ...Sniiiifff...
Astrid: Gatrie! Where are you going?
Gatrie: I screwed up again! I thought I had a chance this time, too. Hmmm... Wait... She said she had a fiance, didn't she? Going out of her way to tell me that... She must want me to swoon her off her feet and steal her away! That's it! She should have just said so! Wait for me, Astrid!

Astrid: Gatrie? I'm here for my lesson. Are you ready?
Gatrie: Of course, of course! Er...ahem. All right then. Let's begin!
Astrid: I'm eagerly awaiting your first instruction.
Gatrie: Er... Every soldier has a role, and it's important that everyone does what everyone is best at. With the right strategy, three soldiers can fight with the strength of ten!
Astrid: I see... So everyone must fight to their strength. All right, I got it.
Gatrie: My job as a knight is to bravely step up and shield my allies from vicious, marauding attackers! I'm like an armored wall! Then, the others can launch an attack from behind my impenetrable frame. Archers wait safely behind me and strike from a distance, while mounted units can ride in and crush the enemy. Well, that's what I hear... Er, I mean...that's pretty much how it all goes down in the heat of combat!
Astrid: I see, but...
Gatrie: Don't worry! You can stay safely behind me. It's far too dangerous for you to venture away from me. Stay close... Yes, VEEERY close! Go on, don't be shy!
Astrid: All right... I'll stay close. Oh, may I ask you just one more question?
Gatrie: Ask anything!
Astrid: Since I'm on horseback and you're on foot, won't we move at different speeds? What should I do?
Gatrie: Hmmm... In that case... Um... Yaaaaa! I can't remember what Titania said...
Astrid: Pardon me?
Gatrie: Oh, nothing! Nothing at all. Hah! Just talking to myself! We'll get into that in your next lesson.
Astrid: Right, of course. I sure learned a lot today. You'll coach me again, won't you? Thank you, Gatrie! Good-bye.
Gatrie: She wants to me to teach her again! I knew she was crazy about me! And why not...these muscles are breathtaking! I can't wait to see her again!

Gatrie: Hey there, Astrid! Have I told you yet just how glad I am that you've joined our little band of warriors?
Astrid: No, but I'm flattered that you say so. I'm glad to be riding with you as well. I heard you were once among Ike's band of mercenaries. Is that true?
Gatrie: Oh, yeah... We go way back. I've been through a lot with them. Is there anything I can help you out with? I'm always glad to assist such a beautiful girl.
Astrid: Oh... Thank you, Gatrie. Actually... Will you teach me how to fight like a mercenary?
Gatrie: Eh? You want to fight like a mercenary?
Astrid: I don't have much fighting experience. I want to learn so I can hold my own in a battle. I don't want to be a burden.
Gatrie: Oh, I get it! That's very admirable, Astrid! Er... But now isn't the best time for that. I'm a little sore from... uh...lifting heavy things... Blast! Where's Titania when you need her? I don't know the first thing about training people...
Astrid: Sorry? I didn't catch that.
Gatrie: Ha ha! No, nothing at all! Let's train some other day! I want to make sure I'm totally prepared!
Astrid: Perhaps next time, then. I'm looking forward to it!
Gatrie: She's so cute... And she asked me to teach her how to fight! That must mean... Yes! I knew it! She wants me! She's crazy for me! This is going to be fun.

Astrid: ...
???: Hey! Astrid!
Astrid: ... Hello, Makalov.
Makalov: Uh...yeah...look... Lemme give this back to you.
Astrid: Was there something wrong with my pendant?
Makalov: No! Not at all! That big gem alone could have fetched 5,000 gold, easy.
Astrid: Then why are you giving it back? Aren't you desperately in need?

If Marcia is alive

Makalov: Well, it's like this... Just as I was walking into the pawnshop, guess who I see? My stupid sister! She demanded to know where I got it! She got all angry and started yelling at me! Again!! She thought I stole it...
Astrid: But I gave it to you, Makalov.
Makalov: Of course! And I told her that! But then she started crying and stuff. Said that I ripped you off and I was a big swindler... So I thought I should give it back before she hits me on the head with her big lance again.
Astrid: I see.
Makalov: You're quite lucky, you know. You can give away an expensive pendant like other people give away a sandwich! My sister doesn't even have a cheap necklace, much less a huge whopper like that. The goddess is so unjust. She only favors the aristocracy.
Astrid: I'm...I'm sorry...
Makalov: Hey, I wasn't asking for you to apologize.
Astrid: My pendant was really worth that much? I... I only wore it because my beloved grandmother gave it to me when I was just a girl. I had no idea...
Makalov: Whoa! It's a memento!? Why the heck did you give me something so important?
Astrid: That pendant is just an object. Memories of my grandmother always remain in my heart, even if I let the pendant go. I suppose I thought it would do more good if I gave it to someone in need.
Makalov: You... You're so...good. Look, I'm really sorry!! I'm just a crook. I tried to bum some money off of you so I could go gambling. Ah, Astrid! I'm a dirty, flea-ridden cur! I'm nothing more than a wet sack of trash! Please forgive me!!

If Marcia has died

Makalov: Well, it's like this... Just as I was walking into the pawnshop, guess who I see? IKE! What's he doing in a pawnshop, anyway...? He demanded to know where I got it. And when I told him, he got furious! Started lecturing me about thievery and so forth...
Astrid: But I gave it to you, Makalov.
Makalov: And when I told him, he got MORE angry! He even told me that Marcia would be ashamed... What a low blow! So anyway, I thought I should give it back before he has Soren sneak into my tent and turn me into a newt or something.
Astrid: I see.
Makalov: You're lucky, you know? You can give away an expensive pendant like other people give away a sandwich! My sister didn't even own a cheap necklace, much less a huge whopper like that. The goddess is so unjust. She only favors the aristocracy.
Astrid: I'm...I'm sorry...
Makalov: Hey, I wasn't asking for you to apologize.
Astrid: My pendant was really worth that much? I... I only wore it because my beloved grandmother gave it to me when I was just a girl. I had no idea...
Makalov: Whoa! It's a memento!? Why the heck did you give me something so important?
Astrid: That pendant is just an object. Memories of my grandmother always remain in my heart, even if I let the pendant go. I suppose I thought it would do more good if I gave to someone in need.
Makalov: You... You're so...good. Look, I'm really sorry!! I'm just a crook. I tried to bum some money off of you so I could go gambling. Ah, Astrid! I'm a dirty, flea-ridden cur! I'm nothing more than wet sack of trash! Please forgive me!!

Astrid: Oh Makalov... I'm not upset.
Makalov: You're more forgiving than the goddess herself!
Astrid: Oh... That's nonsense.
Makalov: I'm serious! You're practically a blinding beacon of moral greatness!
Astrid: Please, stop teasing me. When a fine gentleman like you stares at me like that... Oh, it makes me so... ...I'm so embarrassed.
Makalov: Huh? A fine gentleman? Me?
Astrid: Oh, no... I can't believe I said that... Excuse me! I've got to go!
Makalov: What was that all about? When you're raised like she was, I bet you don't even learn to like men.

Astrid: Good day, Makalov.
Makalov: Hi, Astrid. We sure bump into each other a lot, don't we? Do you think we're linked by fate?
Astrid: I'm not sure. Though...I'd be honored if that was the case.
Makalov: Speaking of fate... I have a little favor to ask of you.
Astrid: What is it? If there's anything I can do for you, I'd be glad to help!
Makalov: Um... Well, the thing is... You see... Can you lend me some money?
Astrid: M-money?
Makalov: Yeah! Just a few hundred! That's it!
Astrid: I don't think I can help you... I don't have a single gold piece to my name.
Makalov: What?! Not even one gold? What did you spend it all on?!
Astrid: The last time I went to town, I stumbled upon a destitute family. They hadn't eaten in days... So, I gave it all to them.
Makalov: WHAT?! That's madness!! If you're feeling charitable, maybe you should think about helping out one of your comrades, and not some stranger! What were you thinking?!
Astrid: I'm sorry. I had no idea you were in need of aid.
Makalov: Arrgg! Fine. I'll go hit up someone else.
Astrid: Wait...just a moment.
Makalov: Hmmm?
Astrid: Will this help?
Makalov: Whoooo! Hey, look at that beauty! This pendant looks expensive... Are you sure I can take it?
Astrid: Please do. Anything that will help.
Makalov: Wahooooo! Thanks, Astrid! You're the best! I'll see ya later!
Astrid: ...

Astrid: Good day, sir.
Makalov: Huh? Are you talking to me?
Astrid: Yes, sir. My name is Astrid. May I ask you your name, good sir?
Makalov: I'm not really a knight, so you can drop the whole sir thing. I'm Makalov. Nice to meet you.
Astrid: The feeling is mutual, Makalov. By the way, you dropped these flowers.

If Marcia is alive

Makalov: Ah! I didn't even notice...
Astrid: They are so pretty!
Makalov: Not bad for some wildflowers growing in a ditch, right?
Astrid: You picked them yourself? That's very sweet, Makalov.
Makalov: Um...well...how should I put this? I picked them to butter up my sister.
Astrid: You're such a thoughtful brother! I'd better give them back to you, then... There you go!
Makalov: Go ahead and take a couple.
Astrid: Some flowers? Are you certain?
Makalov: It's my way of saying thanks for picking them up. Besides, they look good on you. Now, if you'll just excuse me, I have to run along now...
Astrid: Thank you! Oh, Makalov...

If Marcia has died

Makalov: Oh... I didn't notice...
Astrid: They are so pretty!
Makalov: Not bad for some wildflowers growing in a ditch, right?
Astrid: You picked them yourself? That's very sweet, Makalov.
Makalov: Yeah. They're for my sister. Well...for her grave... ...She always liked flowers...
Astrid: Oh...that's so sad. I'm sorry, Makalov. Here, take them back.
Makalov: Aw, it's all right. Take one if you want.
Astrid: Are you sure?
Makalov: It's my way of saying thanks for picking them up. Besides, they look good on you. Excuse me... I have to go...
Astrid: Thank you! Oh, Makalov...

Astrid: Hello, Sothe. Thank you...for the other day.
Sothe: What, for talking? That isn't worth thanking me for.
Astrid: No, you deserve thanks. I feel better.
Sothe: I thought you noble types were too good to thank anyone, but... You're different...
Astrid: Am I?
Sothe: You are. Most nobles get rich by trampling on the commoners, then spend their lives basking in filthy luxury. I've known them to be that way since the day I was born. They've never seen a blister or sweat for a day's meal in their lives. Do you know how lucky you are?
Astrid: But there's no freedom! My brothers are the pride of the house. As soldiers, they lead glorious lives. But my sisters are traded like commodities, promised to fiances they don't even know. They don't know love. I receive letters from them once every few years. The pages are warped and stained from tears.
Sothe: You didn't want to end up like them.
Astrid: No, I didn't. That's why I have no intention of leaving this war until I see it to the end.
Sothe: I see... You're nothing like the nobles I've known. You worked hard... You're just like the rest of us. Sorry for thinking you were just another pampered noble.
Astrid: Thank you...
Sothe: Keep up the good work. You've earned your freedom. Never let them take that away!
Astrid: I won't!

Astrid: Oh... Where am I...?
Sothe: ...
Astrid: What... What happened?
Sothe: You passed out. I thought about just leaving you there, but that would have left a bad taste in my mouth.
Astrid: I'm sorry...
Sothe: I know it's not my worry, but aren't you pushing yourself a bit hard? You're having a rough time just keeping up with the pack. You're a wreck!
Astrid: I had no idea...how cruel and unforgiving war would actually be. Grueling marches...day in and day out. I can't even sleep at night because I'm terrified of surprise attacks. It's made me painfully aware of my frailty.
Sothe: Nobles aren't cut out for war. As you can see, there are no chambermaids to attend to your every whim out here! I'm sure you've got a lavish and free life waiting for you back home.
Astrid: Lavish and free? Lavish, maybe...but certainly not free. I have no freedom.
Sothe: No freedom? What are you talking about?
Astrid: My parents have already chosen and arranged a fiance for me. I've heard he is thirty years older than me.
Sothe: ...
Astrid: I volunteered for service with the knights of Begnion to live on my own terms. Of course, my family vehemently opposed the idea, but they figured it was merely a phase. They thought I would come home crying. I won't give them that satisfaction.
Sothe: ...Wasn't trying to pry. Just asking, is all.
Astrid: I know... Thank you.

Astrid: Taking care of your weapons, Sothe?
Sothe: Yeah, that's right.
Astrid: Ahhh...splendid. May I speak to you for a moment?
Sothe: What do you want?
Astrid: You are quite skilled with a dagger. If my memory serves, swords are very effective against axes. But, can you tell me which weapon axes are most suited to attack?
Sothe: Hah! You don't even know that? I thought you were a mercenary!
Astrid: Oh... I'm sorry. Please forgive my ignorance. It's been only a short while since I became a mercenary. What's more, I wield a bow.
Sothe: What did you do before?
Astrid: I wasn't doing...anything. Nothing at all, really.
Sothe: Nothing? It's hard to fill your stomach doing nothing! Ahh, I get it. You're a noble, aren't you? I can tell from all that poncy talk of yours! Peh! You couldn't tell a hatchet from a pot of rat stew! Not that you'd ever eat rat stew... But why is a soft-hand like you in this war?
Astrid: ...
Sothe: Ah, well... Who am I to judge? As long as you feather some Daein scum, you're all right with me.

Bastian: Lady Lucia, I'm not going away until you declare the true, roaring-hot passion you feel for me!
Lucia: Count Bastian... You may talk like you're completely psychotic, but I know it's just an act. And as much as I hate to admit it... I don't think you're all that bad.
Bastian: Then you feel the same?
Lucia: Well... When the war is over...and Crimea is once again back on her feet... I might consider it. Might.
Bastian: Oh, my beloved!
Lucia: As hard as I've tried, you're just impossible to hate. Oh no... I completely forgot! I need to go help Princess Elincia.
Bastian: W-wait, my love! What are your plans tonight? I'd like to spend it gazing into your sweet--
Lucia: --Sorry! I need to be with the princess. I won't be free for a long time.
Bastian: Oh, dear...I see the road ahead will be bumpy indeed!

Lucia: Count Bastian! Where are you?!
Bastian: Lady Lucia... It's not like you to be looking for me. Or even acknowledge my existence, for that matter! Ta ha ha!
Lucia: How badly are you hurt? Do I need to tie a tourniquet?
Bastian: A tourniquet? Ta ha ha, aha! No, my dear. I'm not injured. Unless you include the heart which you have so eagerly stomped!
Lucia: You aren't hurt? Really? I heard a funny-looking man with a mustache suffered a severe injury. Naturally, I assumed it was you. But I see that wasn't the case.
Bastian: Lady Lucia! You were so concerned with my welfare that you rushed to my aid! Ah! You are a true delight! A magestic--
Lucia: That isn't the case at all.
Bastian: There's no use in fighting your feelings! I have already given in to the bottomless pit that is my love for you!
Lucia: Did you not hear me? I already told you how I felt.
Bastian: The more you try to hide it, the more your true feelings show through! You cannot fight true romance any more than you can fight the tides, milady.
Lucia: Arrrggg... Count! Will you please listen to me?!

Lucia: Good day, Count Bastian!
Bastian: Ahhh... Lady Lucia. What an exquisite pleasure. Would you allow me to place a kiss upon your creamy white hand?
Lucia: Sorry, my lord. I've been sharpening my blade, and my hands are covered in grime.
Bastian: Nonsense! I have no objections, milady. The grime merely accentuates your beauty.
Lucia: I have objections, Bastian.
Bastian: Ahhh... She addresses me so curtly, but it only stokes my furnace of attraction! It is only in my nature to hunt and pursue a tantalizing beast that flees me! You have such a devious grip on my heart!
Lucia: Don't even think I'm going to fall for that trick! It might work with the others, but I'm no doe-eyed fawn! Why don't you just give up already?
Bastian: Ahhh, splendid! This fawn has sharp hooves! But still she spurns my advance... Next time, I shall woo her with words!

Bastian: Whatever is the problem, Makalov?
Makalov: ...
Bastian: We went unto the hall and gambled there. We stayed until the cock did crow at dawn! So why do you bestare me with a look?
Makalov: Bastian... You lied to me, didn't you?!
Bastian: What, me? I did not in my--
Makalov: LIAR!! "I've never been to a gambling parlor," you said... HA!! You looked more at home there than I did! What's more, I lost my shirt and you cleaned house! And you're telling me not to glare at you?! Ha! Explain yourself! And no more poetry!
Bastian: ...Sigh... I didn't lie to you, Makalov. That was the first time I ever set foot inside a gambling parlor. However... The nobles have a similar gambling game that I was quite familiar with.
Makalov: Blast! The rich just get richer! What's wrong with this world!?
Bastian: The gold I won is not that important. I came along simply because you wanted me to test my luck. But...I did break the house, didn't I? I couldn't have dreamt a better ending! It makes me positively giddy. Ta ha ha!
Makalov: You don't need the money? Well, I'll gladly take it!
Bastian: Not a chance. War consumes money at an astonishing pace. This goes right into Crimea's war chest.
Makalov: No need to worry about that. Crimea will win this war.
Bastian: Hm? Is that so? Why do you say that?
Makalov: Because she has a disgustingly lucky man like you on her side. There's no way she will lose two battles in a row.
Bastian: I see you have a gift for foresight.
Makalov: So about that money...
Bastian: If Crimea is victorious, I shall fill your coffers with so much gold that even a team of oxen could not drag them!
Makalov: Really!?
Bastian: I don't make promises I can't keep. I have many means to make money. Don't you worry yourself over that.
Makalov: You're on! I better give this war my best. It's the gamble of a lifetime!

Makalov: Count Bastian, you'd consider us close now, right?
Bastian: You, sir, are as the dearest of my friends. We drink and sup until the morning light!
Makalov: All right then, why don't we play a little game? You may not know it. It's a favorite game of the common folk. But once it charms you, it never lets go!
Bastian: A game played by the commoners, you say? What fun! We must this enterprise engage! Pray tell the rules of your wondrous lark.
Makalov: It's simple. You make a wager, and then you guess the pattern on these face-down wooden blocks right here. If you guess right, you win money! If you guess wrong, you lose... Simple, really!
Bastian: Ah ha! You do not fool me, my good sir! This lark is played in all the gaming dens, where fool and coin are ever parting ways.
Makalov: Gulp! W-what? You mean...y-you've been to a gambling parlor before?
Bastian: I know of such, but haven't in one stepped. But I will say...my interest has been piqued.
Makalov: Then let's go to the local gambling hall! Come on, you can just get a taste for it. I'll show you the way. Don't worry about being new to the game. Someone as rich as you can play all night and still come home with a fat wallet.
Bastian: I shall not play. I must content myself with watching.
Makalov: Whaaat!? Why would you just want to watch?
Bastian: My homeland of long years is in dire peril. I cannot play while sweet Crimea burns. Oh look, the moon has risen o'er the hills! I must retire now to sleep's cold grip. Take care to not empty your purse! Ta ta!
Makalov: Aaah! Nooo! He's gone... There goes my loot! Waaaait! Come baaaack!

Makalov: Incredible! I had no idea this army had the luxury of hiring a street performer. They are clashing with the mighty Daein! Who knew they had a taste for comedy? Or the time, for that matter...
Bastian: Hmmmmmmmm? I take it you direct your words at me. Lest my eyes lie, you are Sir Makalov! A Begnion soldier of some great renown.
Makalov: Wow! H-how did you know my name? You're just a street performer. Wait... Oh, I see. That's your schtick, isn't it? I have to hand it to you... You guessed my name right!
Bastian: A street performer? Ha! I dare say no! You think me one to don the cap and bells, and gambol in the street for petty coin? But soft, I see why you might mark me so. Though now I am a man of some esteem, that job was once my sole mean of employ. When I look back on my performing days, I know that any hardship in my road shall be like ashes at the fire's end! Yet till Crimea sees its freedom come, I shall pass myself as the simple fool!
Makalov: Ha ha ha!! You're such a comedian!! That's hilarious! Hey, why don't we go get some dinner? Maybe you can tell a few jokes! Or juggle plates! I LOVE plate juggling!
Bastian: In truth, you make an offer square and just. And though it would do my heart very well, I fear I must decline this eve's repast. Perhaps we could meet for a meal anon? I shall but count the minutes to the time!
Makalov: Wha ha ha ha! Man, you're too much! But sure, that's fine with me. See you later, fool!
Bastian: Excellent! Most excellent, good and fair... What ho? The watch! Alas, I must depart!
Makalov: Ha! What a riot! I've never seen him before! I wonder when we'll meet again.
???: Hey! You there! Show some respect!
Makalov: Eh? Oh, a Crimean soldier. Can I help you?
Crimea soldier: Don't talk to me like I'm stupid! You also fight for the Crimean army, do you not?
Makalov: Oh, yeah... That's right. Now that Ike is the commander of the Crimean army, that automatically makes me a Crimean soldier, too. Ha ha! I'm your brother-in-arms!
Crimea soldier: Weeeell... Because you're a member of General Ike's personal mercenaries, I'll cut you a break this time... However! Know that the man you were just talking to is the Count Bastian himself!
Makalov: Ha ha... Huh?
Crimea soldier: Lord Bastian, the Count of Fayre, is a distinguished member of the Crimean royal court. He even served as the right hand of the late prince. How dare you address him like some common street fool! If you don't want to get clobbered, I suggest you show some respect! Is that clear!?
Makalov: That street performer is a Crimean noble? If that's true... He must be packed to the gills with gold! Makalov, you devil... It's time to turn on that famous charm!

Volke: You still want something from me. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.
Bastian: When does your contract with Commander Ike expire?
Volke: Heh. Why do you ask?
Bastian: There is a very delicate matter I'd like you to attend to. It's something only you are suited to...address.
Volke: I've known you for a long time now, and I've never seen such a desperate glimmer in your eye.
Bastian: Twenty thousand.
Volke: Eh?
Bastian: I'll get you twenty thousand. But you'll have to attend to it right away.
Volke: That sounds...tasty. Unfortunately, I have a policy against taking two jobs at once. It will have to wait until this one is over.
Bastian: ...
Volke: Don't fret, Bastian. My contract with Ike will only last as long as this war, and it's already coming to an end. It's not clear yet who will win, but it's certainly coming to a head. When my plate is clean, I'll find you.
Bastian: This is absurd! You won't take the job?
Volke: Oh, I'll take it. I never pass up a lucrative offer. Plus, I've come to think you're not so bad, Bastian. You've always paid in full and on time. I like that in an employer.
Bastian: So I'm an excellent employer? Perhaps I should set you up with a pension! Ta ha ha! In any case, it appears that I will have to wait until the end of this miserable war to secure your services. But do not dawdle, Volke. It is a matter of utmost urgency.

Volke: Back already?
Bastian: A little bird landed on my shoulder and whispered some very juicy information in my ear. Most of it matches perfectly with what I've heard Ike tell the princess. Yes, the information I'm not sharing with you is most interesting indeed. Delectable, even.
Volke: You never could resist a tasty morsel of gossip.
Bastian: We all our habits have. In any case, my doubts about you and Commander Ike have been put to rest.
Volke: How kind of you.
Bastian: That's all I need say. I just thought I'd ease your concerns. Consider it a professional courtesy.
Volke: Bastian?
Bastian: Yeeeees?
Volke: You're well suited to skulking behind the scenes and playing the puppeteer. Have you considered a change in employer?
Bastian: My allegiance is with the Crimean royal family. I'm sure you understand.
Volke: Suit yourself.

Volke: You there, in the bushes. You have until the count of five to show yourself before I start throwing sharp objects. One...two...four...
Bastian: Oh, dear! Keep those daggers sheathed, dearest Volke! I can see why you've earned such a reputation.
Volke: Oh. Hello, Bastian.
Bastian: You weren't the fellow I was expecting to see. Indulge my curiosity for a moment... Who are you working for?
Volke: Knowing you, I'm surprised you haven't already checked on what I had for breakfast.
Bastian: So, it's true, then... You are working for Crimea under Commander Ike?
Volke: I serve no nation. I work for Ike himself.
Bastian: And why is that?
Volke: Ten thousand.
Bastian: Ten thousand?
Volke: Pay me, and I'll answer that question.
Bastian: Ta ha ha! You had no intention of answering my question, so you came up with some outrageous sum. Very well.
Volke: I'm not a charity. Get lost if you can't afford my fee.
Bastian: Hmmm...what has Ike got brewing in that brain of his that involves this scurrilous man of the shadows? Methinks I should look into this forthwith!

Brom: Whew! Aw, shucks! I give up! You got me! Phew! You're too much for me, Boyd.
Boyd: You were close this time, pops. You've gotten a lot better. I think we can wrap up training soon.
Brom: I've gotten better, huh? You really think so?
Boyd: You're like a full-fledged soldier! There's not an enemy around that wouldn't be afraid of you!
Brom: Oh, I'm so happy to hear that! I just didn't want to be a huge burden on everyone anymore.
Boyd: Oh, stop it. Keep this up, and you could even be a royal guard after the war.
Brom: No thank you! I'm done fighting. When this war is over, I'm going back to farming.
Boyd: Listen, pops. Tell me the truth... How do we mercenaries seem to you? I mean, to farmers? Simple people.
Brom: What? I don't get you, Boyd.
Boyd: Well, the world is full of mercenaries, but most of them are just scoundrels who can't hold any other job, right? So when there's no war to fight, they wander the countryside without honest work. A lot of them end up stealing from villagers or just turn into common cutthroats.
Brom: Boyd, you're not--
Boyd: Nah, we're not like them. I know that. But...you can't tell that just by looking at us. I hear it when I walk through towns. "Careful! The mercenaries are back." "They're scrounging for money." It kinda hurts, you know? I mean, I don't care what you say about me, but when you talk bad about my family...
Brom: Well, Boyd. Here's what I think. Folks always judge, and they're usually wrong. That's just how they are, you know? You can't worry about it too much. But I like you. And I respect you, too. Shucks, everyone in this company has been just great! Anyway, that's what I think.
Boyd: Thanks, pops. That's...good to hear. All right! Back to the training! Let's go the extra mile this time!
Brom: Huh!? A-again? G-give me a second, Boyd! Phew! Huff...puff...

Brom: Huff...huff...huff... Phew! Hey, Boyd... I'm sorry... for being...phew!...being such a drag!
Boyd: You can't help being a slow walker. Don't worry! You're doing fine.
Brom: You really think so? Aw, thanks, Boyd! You know, I may not be in the best shape, but I've got more tenacity than anyone. A farmer's work lasts all year 'round, after all. You've got to have patience.
Boyd: All year, huh? Tell me, pops. Do you enjoy working in the fields?
Brom: You bet! Sure, I've got my share of worries, like bugs and animals and bad weather... But it's all worth it come harvest time!
Boyd: Hmm...
Brom: What's wrong?
Boyd: Oh, I was just thinking... The farming life is the complete opposite of what we mercenaries do. I mean, a farmer gets to bring life to the world, and his work keeps everyone going. But mercenaries? We kill people, and we break things, and... Well, we bring death, not life.
Brom: Aw, don't talk it down like that! You get to fight for what's right and protect people!
Boyd: Hey, don't get me wrong. The Greil Mercenaries are my family, and I do my job because I like it. But...you know what?
Brom: What?
Boyd: Break time's over! Up and at 'em, pops!! Back to the training!
Brom: W-what? Wait, it's only been a... H-hold on! Aw, shucks! Phew... Huff... Puff...

Brom: Good morning! I'm Brom. I take it you're with the Greil Mercenaries?
Boyd: Well, if it isn't the imprisoned papa! I'm Boyd. And I'm one of the original Greil Mercenaries.
Brom: Oh, that's swell! You know, you fight pretty well for someone so young.
Boyd: Young? Ha! You're one to talk! I mean, look at you, pops! We had to bust you out of a prison, and you're STILL a big fatty! How do you fight with a body like that? Doesn't all the jiggling slow you down?
Brom: Aw, you're right... I know it could be trouble during a big battle. But this body has served me well! After all, you need a lot of girth to manage a mule and plow!
Boyd: You're a farmer, pops?
Brom: That's right! But I hate to think that my big belly would be a burden on you... Aw, now I feel terrible! Sniff... Sniff...
Boyd: Wha--? Hey, don't cry, pops! Look, let's start working out together! I'll whip you into shape in no time!
Brom: Really? Do you mean that? That would be great! Whip me into shape, Boyd! Oh, my wife will be so surprised!

Boyd: Hey, Mist.
Mist: Boyd...
Boyd: What's wrong? You look depressed. Actually, you haven't been yourself lately. Did something happen?
Mist: B-Boyd, I... Sniff...sniff... Whaaa! Whaaaaaaaa!
Boyd: Whoa! What is it?
Mist: Oh, Boyd, it's...everything! Every...thing... Sniff... Boyd, I... Whaaaaaa!
Boyd: Um... Ah, geez... I'm not much good at this kind of thing, but if you need to cry, go ahead.
Mist: Whaaaaaa! ...Snifff... Sniff... Awaaahaaahaaahaaaaaaaaaa!!!
Boyd: Um... Once you settle down, we can talk. All right? But go ahead and let it out. Let it all out. You'll feel better.
Mist: Whaaaaaaa... Whaaa... Sniff... ...Sniff... Tha-thanks...
Boyd: Hey, don't worry. You have me and... everyone. You're in good hands. We'll take care of you.
Mist: ...Sniff... Oh, Boyd...

Mist: Ike! Brother! Where did he go?
Boyd: Ike? Hey, Ike! IIIKKKEEEE!! Man alive, where did that guy get to?
Mist: Oh... Hi, Boyd.
Boyd: Hey, Mist. Um...do you know where Ike is?
Mist: Nope. I was looking for him, too.
Boyd: Huh. Well, he's been pretty busy lately. Maybe I should just give up and find someone else...
Mist: You need a training partner?
Boyd: Yeah. I'm just not motivated unless I'm sparring with someone.
Mist: Can I... Can I be your partner?
Boyd: What, you? Seriously? Why would you want to do that?
Mist: Because I want to prove that you're no match for me! Um... Actually...I need to toughen up, or I might not survive these next battles. That's why.
Boyd: That's a good reason. Maybe you can be my partner, after all.
Mist: Really?
Boyd: Well, it's better than hitting a scarecrow with a stick.
Mist: That's terrible! After all, I am Greil's--
Boyd: Yeah, yeah, you're Greil's daughter. I know. You won't let me forget it!
Mist: ...
Boyd: Hey, listen... I'm sorry about the other day. I was too harsh on you.
Mist: No, it's fine. You were right. I was naive. You just opened my eyes a little... I'm grateful to you, Boyd.
Boyd: Don't... Don't thank me for insulting you! Sheesh!
Mist: But it was a good thing! You're making me strong! You're so good to me... Huh? Why are you blushing?
Boyd: Quiet! I'm not blushing! Uh... I gotta go!
Mist: Boyd! Wait! Where are you going? Aren't we going to train?

Boyd: Hyaaa! Gyaaa! Hrrraaaa! ... Phew... That's enough for today. I just don't feel into it. Maybe I'll take a quick nap...
???: Done already, Boyd?!
Boyd: Huh? Um... Gyaaa! Hyaaa! Oh, Titania! I didn't see you there. I'm training so hard that... Huh?
Mist: Tee hee!
Boyd: Who the--? Mist! Ooo! What a jerk!
Mist: Hey, you're the one who tried to blow off training! If you keep ignoring your drills, I'm going to become a better mercenary than you!
Boyd: Better than me? Ha. HA! Dream on, kid! You've got some nerve saying that to me!
Mist: Kid? You better remember who my father is! Fighting ability runs in the blood, you know.
Boyd: Aw, that's a bunch of hooey! Survival on a battlefield depends on experience and luck. Nothing more! If you dive into battle with a conceited attitude, you'll end up dead no matter what blood is in your veins!
Mist: Gee, sorry, Boyd. I was just joking... Hey, don't look so angry...
Boyd: This is no game! We don't fight for fun! Now get out of here... I mean it! You're in my way!
Mist: ...Sorry.
Boyd: ...Mist, wait... Ah, heck.

Boyd: Titania! I couldn't find you anywhere! With all the war councils and everything, I never get to see you anymore.
Titania: Hello, Boyd. You know, your recent performance has been superb. I can't even chew you out for old time's sake.
Boyd: I don't want you to yell at me again. That's not why I'm here. I just... Is there anything you want, Titania?
Titania: I can't think of anything in particular. Why do you ask?
Boyd: We got a big reward the other day, you know? So I wanted to buy you something. As thanks for helping me.
Titania: Aha! Now that you're a true warrior, you've learned some chivalry as well!
Boyd: Heh. So, name it. Anything. New chain mail? Gauntlets? How about a killer axe?
Titania: Thanks for the offer, Boyd. But you earned that money. You should spend it on yourself.
Boyd: Don't you get it!? I want to give you a gift!
Titania: Boyd? What are you--
Boyd: Every time I look at you, Titania... I think that you're the prettiest person I've ever seen!
Titania: Uh... Um, thank you, Boyd... But I... Look, you and me, we're--
Boyd: You're like a really nice mom or something! Um... I mean...
Titania: ...
Boyd: Wait, that's not... Oh, man... Look, that's not what I meant. I mean, it is, but--
Titania: Boyd?
Boyd: Yeah?
Titania: How old do you think I am?
Boyd: Well, let me see... Are you... younger than my mother?
Titania: ...Um...
Boyd: ...Yeah... Um... I gotta go!
Titania: Boyd! Wait up!

Titania: Hello, Boyd.
Boyd: T-Titania!? I'm not slacking! I've done my training! Look, I'll do more! Hiiiyaaa! Kiyaaaaa! Whaaaaaa!
Titania: Boyd, I haven't said a word.
Boyd: Oh, yeah, I guess not. I'm so used to all our conversations starting that way...
Titania: I didn't come here to chew you out. You don't need that anymore. We're fighting intense battles now, and you can't let your guard down. But you know that, right?
Boyd: I guess so.
Titania: Your training has become instinct. That's all you need to survive. You've learned that lesson, Boyd. You'll be all right.
Boyd: Shoot!
Titania: W-what? Did I say something wrong?
Boyd: This doesn't sound right, Titania. I feel like...like you're praising me.
Titania: Well, I am. You're a true warrior now. One of our best.
Boyd: Oh, man, this is making my head spin... It's like a bad omen or something. I think it's scarier than being chewed out.
Titania: I see... So you want me to chew you out, huh? Great. I can do that.
Boyd: Aaah! No, that's not what I meant, Titania!

Boyd: Ninety-eight... Ninety-nine... One hundred! Done! Bleh. What's the point in swinging an axe by myself? I should probably try to find Ike... But maybe a quick-
Titania: Boyd!
Boyd: Aaah! Titania!
Titania: Where do you think you're going? Are you blowing off your training again?
Boyd: No! I'm not slacking, I swear! I was just...uh...going to work out with Ike! You know me--I'm all about the fighting!
Titania: Boyd, I know that training is tough. But if you make light of it, you're closer to death than you ever want to be. You're a mercenary. When you're confused or exhausted during a long battle, instincts make all the difference.
Boyd: But, Titania... I just can't get into training when I don't have a partner.
Titania: Can't get into it? Boyd? Don't make me chew you out again.
Boyd: Joking! I-I'm just joking! What I just said? All a joke! Ha ha! Ha? Haaaaa... Oh, I'm just dying to do some practice swings! Hyaaa! Boy, training is so much fun! Isn't that right, Titania!? Whooo! I loooove training!
Titania: Darn it, Boyd, why are you so lazy? You're a natural fighter, you know that? You could even be a better fighter than me if you just put your mind to it. Anyway...keep practicing.

Boyd: There you are! Wait a sec, Ulki!
Ulki: ...
Boyd: Why are you avoiding me? Did I make you mad or something?
Ulki: Boyd...
Boyd: I thought we were friends. I guess we can't be friends because I'm a beorc. Is that it?
Ulki: No... You are...good. It's me. I'm the worst.
Boyd: You called yourself that the other day, too. What are you getting at?
Ulki: Mmm... When you first spoke to me... I was suspicious. When a beorc like you speaks to a laguz like me... I thought you were plotting something.
Boyd: Er... But you said nice things about me when we first met! Were you lying?
Ulki: I thought the exchanging of lies upon a first meeting was a beorc tradition. You also gave me a series of flattering compliments that were not true, no?
Boyd: No, they were true! Well, mostly... Look, I was nervous! I'm not that good at talking to new people.
Ulki: I checked you out when we parted company. I investigated your name. Your background. I checked everything.
Boyd: Yowza! Really? So what did you find?
Ulki: Boyd of the Greil Mercenaries. You are a skilled fighter who says what's on his mind. It is just as you seemed.
Boyd: ...
Ulki: Even though you showed me goodwill from the very beginning... I had no trust in you. I thought you were...mocking me. Or setting me up for a trap. That's why I am the worst. I am not worthy of being your friend.
Boyd: Ha ha ha!
Ulki: What is it?
Boyd: We're so alike! At first, I was sure that you would hate me, or claw out my eyes, or...something. I didn't think I could just hang out with you like Ike does. He's just so darn natural about everything! But then I happened to talk to you, and it was really easy! That made me pretty happy. So after that, I tried to get to know you. I even followed you around the battlefield.
Ulki: I see.

Boyd: Hey, it's you! What's up, my hawk brother?
Ulki: Oh, it's the...large-armed beorc. I...um...haven't seen you lately. Unless we're in battle.
Boyd: You got that right! Oh, I'm Boyd. We're buddies now, so you can call me by name.
Ulki: Very well. I am Ulki. But I ask that you call me that name instead of...hawk brother.
Boyd: Yeah, sure. Whatever you want. So, Ulki. What are you doing in a place like this?
Ulki: I was listening to the little birds chirp. The song soothes me.
Boyd: Really? ... Nope. I can't hear anything. You must have really good ears.
Ulki: Mmm...
Boyd: You know, I really envy you bird tribes. Being able to fly is the greatest thing ever! You're something else in a fight, too! I can't believe how you tear through guys. Oh, and it's weird how much we look alike! I mean, when you're not shifted. And except for the wings and stuff...
Ulki: ...
Boyd: Oh, hey, sorry. I'm doing all the talking. Sometimes I just start rambling on... If I'm bothering you, just say so.
Ulki: ...Sorry...
Boyd: What's wrong?
Ulki: I am...the worst.
Boyd: Huh? Hey! What's gotten into you?

Boyd: Hey, there's that big hawk laguz that joined our party. What's his name again?
Ulki: ...
Boyd: Oh! Hey there.
Ulki: Can I help you?
Boyd: Huh?
Ulki: I thought you called me. Is that not the case?
Boyd: Wha--? Are you talking about what I just said? You heard that?
Ulki: Clearly.
Boyd: Th-that's incredible! I was just mumbling, and you were all the way over there!
Ulki: So. What do you want from me?
Boyd: Nothing. I was just noticing your features. You have such an interesting face!
Ulki: ... Do you have a problem with my face? There's nothing special about it.
Boyd: No, no problem! It's so tough! Manly! It's the best! I wish it was my face! Um...
Ulki: ...
Boyd: ...
Ulki: Well, you seem...healthy. And you have good hair. For a beorc. I also like your large arms.
Boyd: Really?
Ulki: Oh, I have an errand to run. Good-bye.
Boyd: Yeah, my arms are pretty tough, huh? You know what? I bet I'll get along with these laguz just fine! Yeah.

Brom: Howdy, Nephenee.
Nephenee: Well, hello there, Brom.
Brom: I was just talking to one of those younger fellas. He said you don't talk much to other people.
Nephenee: Th-that's because I'm a country girl and... I'm embarrassed.
Brom: What are you embarrassed about? There's nothing wrong with country!
Nephenee: You know I have a heavy accent! They'll make fun of me. I can't talk well like you, Brom.
Brom: Oh, that's cow plop and you know it! Everyone in this army is so danged nice! They wouldn't ever laugh at you! Don't be so uptight. Just pretend you're back in your own village.
Nephenee: ...
Brom: You smile whenever we talk, right? Aw, you have a beautiful smile. It's a shame that you hide it. Come on, try smiling now.
Nephenee: Um...all... All right.
Brom: Come on now, smile... Smiiiiile...
Nephenee: Aw, Brom! It's embarrassing. Like...like this?
Brom: That's right! That's it! Yee haw! That's the smile I want to see. You're a good-looking girl, Nephenee! The young fellas in the company won't leave you alone if you keep doing that! Say, why don't you find a nice guy here and take him back to the village!
Nephenee: S-stop Brom! I'm embarrassed!

Brom: Where are those barracks anyway?
Nephenee: Hmm... I'm not sure.
Brom: How do these guys know where to go without getting lost? Moving from one camp to the next every day, never resting, bad food... Oh, it's got me all worked up!
Nephenee: It's a war. There ain't nothin' you can do. We just have to get used to it.
Brom: I guess you're right. You and I were strangers to war before.
Nephenee: I know. That's why I don't quite understand what passes for normal around here.
Brom: I tell ya, it sure was tough when I first volunteered! For one thing, we militiamen are nothing but a bunch of farmers and villagers. We had courage and determination to spare, but we sure lacked talent!
Nephenee: I know what ya mean, Brom! There weren't even enough gear for us! They gave me a bow and told me to share it with another gal. But neither one of us knew how to use it, anyhow.
Brom: Yup! I hear you well! The war broke out so suddenly, the only decent training we got was how to stand for roll call! Every time we marched, people got lost or strayed or fled. We were losing soldiers before we even saw the enemy. That's why I don't feel bad about being taken prisoner... But this army is real good compared to my last one!
Nephenee: Well, what did you expect? We're in a real army now. Horsefeathers! Where are those barracks?
Brom: Oh, enough walking! My feet hurt! And my back is sore. Let's just ask someone.
Nephenee: A-ask someone? Um... Fine. You do it!
Brom: What? What's wrong?
Nephenee: I... I'm not used to talkin' with city folk.
Brom: What are you afraid of? Just talk like you always do.
Nephenee: Oh no! I-I'm a country girl! They'll all set to laughin'...

Brom: Well, howdy, Nephenee! Isn't it a beautiful day?
Nephenee: Mmm-hmm. It sure is!
Brom: I bet your hometown is real busy now, what with harvest season approaching and all.
Nephenee: Yeah, I bet. I'm sure my brothers and sisters are grumblin' at Ma for making them help in the fields.
Brom: Ho ho! All kids ever want to do is play. I should know! Say, how many people are in your family, Nephenee?
Nephenee: I have two younger sisters and three younger brothers. The boys are triplets. They just turned six years old.
Brom: That's too much for your mom to handle all on her own!
Nephenee: Yep, I'm sure Ma chews 'em out every day. What about you, Brom?
Brom: My kids are a little older. I hope they're helping Mother like they're supposed to...
Nephenee: Don't worry 'bout it, Brom. I'm sure they are.

Brom: So, anyway... My oldest girl is well built! Actually, she's about my size. But don't worry! She can still work the fields like a man! I'm sure you'll love her!
Zihark: Um...she sounds...lovely.
Brom: Stop giving me such halfhearted answers and start listening! I'm talking about the girl who is going to be your future wife!
Zihark: Brom, listen... I didn't tell you this the other day, but... I have no intentions of getting married now.
Brom: What? Aw, shucks! Why not?
Zihark: I had... I had an important girlfriend before. We couldn't be together because of...complicated reasons... But even now I still think about her. I can't get her out of my mind. I appreciate your kindness, but... Anyway, that's why.
Brom: I see. That's a real shame...
Zihark: But I tell you what! The idea of joining your family was quite appealing.
Brom: Hmm... Then how about my second-oldest girl?! She's a little younger, but don't let that worry you too much! She's a sweetheart, I tell ya! Why, once when the cow got loose, she lifted it right up and hauled it back...
Zihark: No! Wait! That isn't what I meant... Aw, nuts.

Brom: Howdy, Zihark. I had a good time with you the other day.
Zihark: Heya, Brom! You're quite the talker! You made me laugh the whole time. I haven't had such a fun meal in a long time.
Brom: Aw, shucks! That makes me happy that I invited you out.
Zihark: Oh, yeah. This is my share. Take it.
Brom: Don't worry about it. I invited you, remember? It's on me.
Zihark: I can't let you do that, big guy. You invited me on short notice, and I didn't have any cash on me. But today I'm ready, so let me pay for my half.
Brom: Well, even if you want to, I don't even remember how much I paid.
Zihark: The total came to four fifty. I'll give you two and a quarter, and we can call it even.
Brom: Well, aren't you a fine young man! You've got a good memory, and you can do math!
Zihark: That's just my nature. Most mercenaries are basically lazy and sloppy... I think I drive them crazy.
Brom: Nah. That just makes you even more of a true man! I bet you're pretty popular with the young lasses, eh? Eh?!
Zihark: Um...not...really. It would take an... eccentric girl to love a guy like me.
Brom: I tell you, Zihark, sometimes I don't get this world. I mean, even a simpleton like me has a family!
Zihark: Ha! I'm telling you, Brom, you're a good man. Trust me on this one.
Brom: Oh, I have an idea! And it's a humdinger! You should marry my daughter!
Zihark: Um... Er... I should what?
Brom: I don't mean to sound like a proud poppa, but they're all great girls! And if I like you this much, I'm sure that my daughters will like you, too.
Zihark: Heh... Hey, enough with the jokes, Brom...
Brom: How about it? I think you'd be a great match for the oldest one! You're both the same age!
Zihark: Oh, boy...

Brom: Hmm...? Hey, what are you doing?
Zihark: Hi, Brom. I'm just fixing my shoulder guard. See? It's starting to rip right here.
Brom: Oh, yeah. You don't want to go into battle like that! This one time, I had a... Hey! How do you know my name?
Zihark: Hm? Oh, I'm just good at remembering names and faces. Natural talent, I suppose. Sorry if I got a little fresh with you! Let me introduce myself. I'm Zihark How do you do, Brom?
Brom: Howdy! Nice to meet you! Fixing a shoulder guard is tough work. What do you do when you're not at war? You work in leather?
Zihark: Nope. Just a swordsman.
Brom: Huh...I didn't know swordsmen could fix something like this. That's quite a skill!
Zihark: I taught myself. Mercenaries don't make good money, you know. I can't afford to visit a tradesman... And...done! All right, that should hold.
Brom: Wow... Isn't that something? I have to teach my youngest son how to do that!
Zihark: How many children do you have, Brom?
Brom: I've got five sons and three daughters. In fact...my oldest girl is just about your age.
Zihark: I figured you would have lots of children.
Brom: How did you figure that?
Zihark: Just look at you, Brom. You're a big man with a big heart. The perfect daddy!
Brom: Y-you think so? Oh, stop! You're embarrassing me!

Calill: Ah! I see!
Geoffrey: So that's why her existence was never made public. Instead, she was taken to the royal villa and raised in secret.
Calill: It's a rather complicated story for a... commoner like me to understand. To grow up like that... Hidden from the eyes of the world.
Geoffrey: I don't think the princess minded. She grew up with the love of her parents and Lord Renning. She didn't have to inherit the throne. She lived happy and free, like a country aristocrat.
Calill: She would probably still be happy if it weren't for that Daein attack!
Geoffrey: ...
Calill: Oh, I'm sorry, Sir Geoffrey. I was careless with my words.
Geoffrey: No, you speak the truth.
Calill: I think your earlier story was even more fascinating, though! I can't believe that you are the son of Elincia's foster mother and have known Her Highness since childhood.
Geoffrey: Those early days were the best of my life. Crimea was at peace, and the whole land was filled with such beauty. The princess was especially beautiful... I remember chasing her and my sister, Lucia, around the villa... But alas! She is above my station! I can never have her, and yet... I cannot forget the past!
Calill: Shush! You can't wallow in your own memories like that! You have to live in the here and now! It's true that times are hard. We spend every day fighting, covered in sweat and blood... But there is always hope! You must find what...pleasures you can whenever possible.
Geoffrey: Calill. You are right. I must not lose hope. I regret my outburst.
Calill: Oh, that's all right. Actually, I prefer a man who's a couple links short of a full chain. Makes him more interesting.
Geoffrey: Thank you. For now, I will devote myself to rebuilding Crimea. Though I think fondly on the princess, I know that our time together will never be as it once was. To serve her for life and watch her happiness from a distance... I can live with that.
Calill: Or you could just elope! Kidding! I'm kidding. Besides, you're too straightlaced for that. I know you. It's a shame. The two of you would make a nice couple.
Geoffrey: ... You're a good person, Miss Calill.
Calill: Oh, I know it! You can't just find a smart, attractive woman like this on every corner, you know?
Geoffrey: You are indeed a gem among stones.
Calill: Oh, no! Don't try to sweet talk me now! It's far too late for such flattery! I know how you feel about the princess. I wouldn't want to compete.
Geoffrey: Mmm... That's unfortunate.
Calill: Ha ha ha! Well, at least we became good friends. Expose your heart to me without fear, brave Sir Geoffrey! I'll stand by you to the end.

Calill: Oh, there you are, Sir Geoffrey! You look especially rugged and dashing today!
Geoffrey: Hm? Oh, hello, Calill. How are you?
Calill: Hmm! How nice! You remember me... Perhaps love dares to speak its name!
Geoffrey: Eh? What are you talking about?
Calill: No, no, I'm just talking to myself. Say, you're a knight escorting the princess of Crimea, no? It's such an honor to meet someone like you! Such a noble bearing! Such grace!
Geoffrey: Um...it's actually not a big deal. You and I are on the same team, after all. We shouldn't worry about class or social standing.
Calill: Oh! He's even more debonair than I first imagined! Thank you for being so kind. So...decent. So handsome and strong. So filled with manly virility...
Geoffrey: Um...you're welcome?
Calill: By the way, Sir Geoffrey. I don't know Princess Elincia very well. What manner of person is she?
Geoffrey: Oh! Are you interested in the princess?
Calill: Of course! I'm interested in any woman who could become my romantic rival!
Geoffrey: What did you just--
Calill: Nothing! Nothing at all! Just talking to myself. La da dum de dum... I just want to know her because she's... a dear person that we must protect! Could you tell me about her?
Geoffrey: I can. Although...putting it into words is hard...
Calill: Why is that?
Geoffrey: The words always sound false, yet... Hmm... The princess is like--
Calill: Yes? Yes?!
Geoffrey: Everything about her is perfect. As her retainer, some might accuse me of bias, but it is not so! She is...invaluable. She is the treasure of Crimea...
Calill: Ooooh, I see how it is. You're in love with her! Blast! Blast and double blast! I'm always so unlucky with men! Oh, vile cupid! Why do you mock me!
Geoffrey: Wait! Wait! Calill! You misunderstood! I...er...
Calill: No, no, good sir knight! Spare me your wicked tongue! I cannot bear another lashing across my heart! ...Ah, well. It's a shame I can't have him for my own, but...I enjoy a good love story all the same! I'll lend a helping hand to this naive knight and lead him to his one true love! Princess Elincia, your man is coming!

Calill: Mmm... Such a drab locale. Not like the city at all-- Aaaaah!
Geoffrey: Oof! Look out!
Calill: Ah! My face! My beautiful face! No, no... I think it's still there.
Geoffrey: Are you all right, my lady?
Calill: Well... Oh my! He called me a lady. And such a handsome devil! Y-yes, good sir! Thanks to you, I appear to be unhurt.
Geoffrey: Really? Well, that's good. I know that you were lost in thought, but do try to watch your step.
Calill: W-wait! Just a moment!
Geoffrey: Yes? What is it?
Calill: I'm... My name is Calill. What is your name, gentle sir?
Geoffrey: I am Geoffrey.
Calill: Geoffrey... Such a nice name. A fine gent like Geoffrey is just right for me! Oh... Love always comes when you least expect it. Sweet Sir Geoffrey! You will be mine!

Calill: Oh? What's in the bag? Did you run an errand, Nephenee?
Nephenee: I saw some beedle nuts on the trees near here so...
Calill: Oh, I see. And what, pray tell, is a beedle nut?
Nephenee: Oh, they're swell! We use the oil on the shell to treat insect bites.
Calill: Oh? I had no idea there was such a thing. We don't have such trees in the city... My, country wisdom is amazing! Oh, but listen to me ramble! May I sample one of your nuts?
Nephenee: Well, sure but... Oh, be careful, Calill! The shell is real sticky! Don't touch it with your bare hands.
Calill: Ah, I see. But perhaps if I hold the top and bottom edges of the shell like so... The oil won't contact my skin.
Nephenee: W-what? How did you...?
Calill: Mmm... Delicious!
Nephenee: ...You're not from the city at all!
Calill: Shush! You didn't see anything! I'm a sophisticated urbanite, right?
Nephenee: ...
Calill: What? Surprised? Oh, come now. You're not the only one who doesn't want to be known as a country bumpkin. That's why I know how you feel.
Nephenee: Oh... But...now I know that I can be like you if I work hard. That makes me happy. I will... I will work hard, Calill.
Calill: Hallelujah! She sees the light! Now you just have to find a good man to bring back to your village!

Calill: Oh, hello again! How are you? Have you been studying your grammar? Hmm... Let's check your makeup.
Nephenee: Calill--
Calill: Shush! Now look up... Higher! Hmm... Not bad. A little light perhaps... But this helmet has got to go!
Nephenee: Aw, that's all right. Everyone'll stare if I take it off.
Calill: Why, my dear missy! Are you finally starting to believe in your own beauty?
Nephenee: Oh, I ain't--
Calill: Tsk! True ladies don't say "ain't"! And it's a dastardly lie, anyway. Look at you! You're gorgeous! A splended face, plus that fantastic figure, and yet you hide it under armor? Oooh! I'm so jealous I could scream!
Nephenee: But I ain-- I mean, I can't hold my head up like you. I'm just a country girl.
Calill: Yes, it seems like a burden to always worry about how others see you. But I'll tell you a secret... People in the city are cold! They don't care about anyone but themselves!
Nephenee: Not you, Calill! You're kind.
Calill: Me? Oh. Hm... I guess I am. Well, perhaps not everyone from the city is so cold... Don't you give up, Nephenee! Trust me! You have charm! You'll be the talk of the society pages in no time!
Nephenee: Thank you.

Calill: Hm? Hey, you there! Hold on!
Nephenee: ...?
Calill: Why is a pretty girl like you covering her face with an unfashionable helmet like that? The world should see your beauty! It's a travesty, I tell you! A veritable crime against nature! Oh, and where is your makeup?
Nephenee: Well, I ain't really...a makeup kind of gal.
Calill: ...Ain't? Where are you from, missy?
Nephenee: I'm from...around.
Calill: Such an unsociable girl! Well, you can't fool Calill! I know why you're not much of a talker. You're embarrassed about your country accent and low speech, are you not?
Nephenee: H-how do you...
Calill: How do I know that? Well, I used to have a...friend with the same problem.
Nephenee: You? But you're from the city! And you're so--
Calill: Elegant? Yes, indeed. Quite so. Oh, but I have an absolutly splended idea... I'll teach you to talk like a true lady! Having a rube like you around will just make me miss the city, anyway. I'll even show you how to put on makeup!
Nephenee: I... I ain't--
Calill: Tsk! A lady never says such things! I can see this will be a bit of work... Well, you leave everything to me, missy!
Nephenee: ...

Tormod: Hey, pretty lady! What do you think of my magic now?
Calill: Hmm, let's see...
Tormod: Yeah?
Calill: You've worked very hard. I have nothing more to teach you.
Tormod: Whooo-hoo! Now I'm a mage, too!
Calill: Yes, I suppose you could say that. You have inspired me, Tormod. Your passion makes me want to study more of the arcane arts. I think I'll start learning magic again.
Tormod: What? Are there still things that you need to learn?
Calill: Ha ha ha! Oh, Tormod. I have only shown you the tip of the magical iceberg. Anyone can learn that much with hard work and practice. Maybe not as quickly as you, but... Whether you can go further, however, depends on your own essence.
Tormod: My essence?
Calill: The abilities that you were born with... or lack. Having a certain essence is the key to mastering magic.
Tormod: Wh-what do you think? Do I have a magical essence?
Calill: Sorry, Tormod. But you and I, we're nothing special. Some talent, yes. But not the true essence.
Tormod: Then...this is it? This is as far as I'll go? I can't be the world's mightiest mage, no matter how hard I try?
Calill: Well, there is a way to improve magical abilites beyond one's essence, but... even that has limits. And a price.
Tormod: What kind of way?
Calill: You let a spirit come into your body. It's called Spirit Charming.
Tormod: That sounds crazy!
Calill: Some would say so. Magic comes from these spirits--from their interactions with the natural world. If you take that power into your body, your magic will see a dramatic and powerful improvement. In plain language, you turn your body into bait. You get better magic, and the spirit gets...you.
Tormod: W-what? It...it EATS you?
Calill: As I understand it...the spirit will slowly consume your soul in exchange for essence. So I suggest you not make such a bargain unless you're absolutely prepared.
Tormod: Who would do such a thing?
Calill: Oh, there are many people... I'm sure the intelligence officer of this mercenary group is one of them.
Tormod: You mean that Soren fellow?
Calill: You know the mark on his forehead? That's what happens when you cut a deal with a spirit.
Tormod: Are you serious? Wait, I've seen those marks before! The old man in the desert who taught me magic had one on the palm!
Calill: Many magic users in Begnion and Daein hide such marks. They fear being confused with the Branded.
Tormod: Branded? What's that?
Calill: Never mind that! Just listen to me. Don't cut deals with spirits. The price is too steep.
Tormod: But I want to be strong! I want--
Calill: You can still improve your magic without making such a bargain. Look, we're both nobodies in the big scheme of things. Let's just try to help each other out.
Tormod: Oh...all right. I'll work hard to be the most average mage I can be!
Calill: Ha ha ha! Now you're talking!!

Calill: Oh, my heavens! Tormod! Aaaah! Enough! That's enough! We're done for today.
Tormod: Oh, come on! Teach me more magic! I won't catch the drapes on fire again, I promise!
Calill: No way! By the goddess, I'll be lucky to get out of here with my eyebrows still affixed to my forehead.
Tormod: But I can do better! I know it! I already learned fire, thunder, and wind!
Calill: Yes, yes, I'll admit that you're a quick learner. And, truth be told, you have a lot of raw talent.
Tormod: Yeah, I knew it!
Calill: But you lack discipline! You're impatient. And rash. You can learn new spells all day, but you won't truly master any of them until you know each one intimately.
Tormod: You're just mad because I'm more talented than you! You don't want me to learn anything because you know I'm the best!
Calill: Oh, why did I ever agree to this... Now listen here, child. And listen well. If you keep up this half-baked spell casting, you're going to have a serious accident someday.
Tormod: An accident?
Calill: Magic doesn't react well when miscast. I've seen fingers get blown off... And you'll be lucky if it's just a finger! Sometimes it's an arm or a leg... And in really unfortunate cases, it can take a life!
Tormod: Heck! I'm not afraid!
Calill: I didn't say YOUR fingers or YOUR life!
Tormod: What? You?
Calill: Me, Commander Ike, anyone! We can't afford to have you overshoot our enemies and rain death down on us instead!
Tormod: ...
Calill: Tormod, magic is unlike any other weapon. It does not forgive. If you lose concentration...If you hesitate... If you fail to respect it... People will die. Friends...will die.
Tormod: I'm sorry.
Calill: Then study the basics. After all, you don't want to be a burden to your friends do you?
Tormod: No!

Tormod: Excuse me, ma'am?
Calill: ...
Tormod: Um... Excuse me, Calill?
Calill: Hmph! I won't answer unless you call me... A lady. A pretty lady!
Tormod: Nuts to that!
Calill: Well then, you can just forget it. I won't waste my time teaching magic to a brat like you.
Tormod: Hey, pretty lady! Beautiful lady? Would you please teach me magic?
Calill: What a selfish brat! What about the spells I taught you last week? I won't teach you anything new until you've mastered those.
Tormod: Those? Pshaw! I aced them! Heck, I aced everything in this book! I'm a magic genius!
Calill: Boastfulness does not become you, dear. And your brash tongue won't make me teach you any faster.
Tormod: Yeah? I'll show you! Um... I mean... Can you make sure I'm doing them right? Please? Pretty lady?
Calill: Fine, fine. Show me what you can do. Sigh... So much work and so little time...

Largo: Um... Devdan? Do you have a moment?
Devdan: Devdan always has time for you.
Largo: Look... I'm...sorry that I got scared and ran off the other day. I've been agonizing over how to make it up to you, but I can't think of anything that'll make it right. So I'll just...apologize. Sorry, Devdan. Sorry, Nadved.
Devdan: You worried that much for us? Poor Largo! Nadved is fine!
Largo: R-really!?
Devdan: I am Nadved's friend. And friends are always close by! I just have to draw a picture like so... Hum de dum... See! It's Nadved!!
???: Laaaaaaargoooooo! I miiiiiised yooooooou! Whooooooooooooo!
Largo: Oh! It's you! I'm so sorry, Nadved! I put you through pain just because I lost my temper.
???: Thaaaaat's all riiiiiiight, Laaaaaargoooooooooo!
Devdan: Nadved is right, Largo. We are all friends. Friends forgive each other!
Largo: Whew! I'm so glad. Thanks, you two! You're both good people! The best! Bwaaah ha ha ha haaaa!
Devdan: No, no. You're the best, Largo. Let's stay friends! But first...come closer... Nadved wants to tell you something...
Largo: Um...yeah, all right. Let me just take a step closer here, and... YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

Largo: Ah, what a great day! I think I'll wander the streets and see what trouble I can... Hello? What's this? Hm? Well, if it isn't Devdan's friend, Nadved! Why are you just lying in the street? Here, let me pick you up... Hey, Nadved! Speak! ...Speak! Speak, Nadved! I command it!
???: ...
Largo: Oh, this is nonsense! Bah! How would a piece of paper talk, anyway... Speak, Nadved! Speeeeak! Grrrrr! This makes me so mad! Fine, then! You don't want to talk? I'll just crumple you up instead!
???: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! GYYYYAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Largo: Yaaaaa! What the...?! N-no way! It screamed! Oh, I'm sorry! Are you all right, Nadved!?
???: ...
Largo: Oh, by the goddess... What have I done? I'm a monster! A monster! ...I gotta dispose of the body!
Devdan: Oh, hello Largo! How are you today?
Largo: Wha--?! Oh, Devdan! Um...how are you? I-it's such a nice day, and I was just... AH! F-forgive me! Yaaaaaaaaaa!
Devdan: He ran away... Oh, poor young one. Perhaps Devdan is to blame for showing you his trick. But Devdan can't tell you how it's done, because it is a...secret... Oh, the shame of it all...

Devdan: Ladies and gentlemen! Gather 'round! Get ready for Devdan's fantastic show!
Largo: Ah, a street performer! Could be fun. Hmm... Looks like I'm the only one here... Well, I'll check out the show, anyway.
Devdan: Ho ho! Step right up...and be amazed! First, Devdan draws a picture like so... Hum de dum... Voila! All done! This is Devdan's friend... Nadved!
Largo: Nadved? Waaaait a minute. This is just a sketch of some stupid stick figure!
Devdan: Ah! You are wrong, young one. Listen carefully...and be amazed!
Largo: Huh? Listen to what? ... Aw, you're crazy!
???: Hellooooooooo...
Largo: What the...? W-who was that?! Your lips didn't move, but I heard something! What's going on here?
Devdan: That was Nadved! Say hello to Largo, Nadved!
???: Hellooooo, Laaaaaargooooo... Whooooooooo!
Largo: Yaaaaaaa! I mean...um... Wow! That's pretty incredible! Can it do anything else?
Devdan: But of course! For Nadved's next trick...

Nephenee: Um... Hello, D-Devdan.
Devdan: Mua ha har hee ho hee hoo! Nephenee never says hello first. That makes Devdan happy!
Nephenee: I'm smiling! See! So...happy... Smiling...so...hard...
Devdan: It is hard for Devdan to hear Nephenee say such things...
Nephenee: I-I'm sorry--
Devdan: Devdan loves to see people smile! That's why Devdan smiles, too. But seeing a pained smile is sad. You try to smile because Devdan asked you to, but you are still full of sorrow. It reminds Devdan of the dead child that you heard about the other day... The poor, dead child... Devdan is sorry, Nephenee. Let us speak no more of it. I will get...upset.
Nephenee: U-upset? D-don't do that, Devdan!
Devdan: Mmmmm...
Nephenee: Maybe I've been...uh...too negative! If I think positive, I'll smile a lot. Like you! See?!
Devdan: Of course you will! A smile helps you and your friends! Can you smile wider? Here, Devdan will help!
Nephenee: Ah! Wait! No! Look, I got it! Smile, Nephenee... Smile big... Smile and back away...

Devdan: I have something to tell you, Nephenee.
Nephenee: AAAAH! Um...y-yes, Devdan?
Devdan: You have that stern look again... You had better start to smile more... Or else! Remember what Devdan taught you the other day? You can laugh for no reason at all!
Nephenee: I'm trying! I promise! I really am... See? Um... Heh heh...
Devdan: Trying? Oh, little one! All you have to do is to laugh like Devdan. Like this! Mua ha har hee ho hee hoo!
Nephenee: Well, it's...it's hard to laugh when you're sad...and...terribly frightened.
Devdan: Nephenee always says things like that. Talking in such a quiet voice. It makes Devdan sad...and upset!
Nephenee: Eep!
Devdan: But more sad. Devdan once visited a village that was home to a girl like you. She was so good to poor Devdan... But one day, bandits came to the village...and they killed her.
Nephenee: T-that's terrible!
Devdan: She took herself too seriously. She should have stayed hidden with everyone else. Instead, she came out from hiding while Devdan was fighting the bandits. She thought she had to do something herself... That's why Devdan wants you to talk more, and smile more, too! One day...poof! It could be too late for poor Nephenee!
Nephenee: Um...C-Commander Ike! Titania? Anyone...?

Devdan: Yoo-hoo! Hey there, little one! Devdan has something to tell you.
Nephenee: What...is it?
Devdan: Devdan thinks that you look angry. Why are you always scowling? Small children will start to cry!
Nephenee: You...think so?
Devdan: It's frightening to look at you! You had better start to smile more... or else! Being too serious is a bad business. Keep it up and your life will end much sooner than you like!
Nephenee: Um...you're scaring me.
Devdan: Is that right? Hmm... What's your name?
Nephenee: Nephenee...
Devdan: Well then, Devdan will now teach Nephenee how to laugh. Don't be shy! It will be fun!
Nephenee: All...right... Please don't hurt me.

Tormod: Aaaahhhhhh...
Devdan: Don't sigh, Tormod. It will only make you more depressed.
Tormod: Oh, hello, Devdan.
Devdan: So Devdan did not startle you? That's a bit of a letdown!
Tormod: It's just not fair. It's like you were born with a lance in your hand. How can I compete with that?
Devdan: Don't be so hard on yourself. You've got a lot of talent, Tormod.
Tormod: Please don't flatter me. I know how it really is. Maybe I'm not cut out for magic...
Devdan: Everyone has a tough time learning.
Tormod: Maybe I'm just not any good.
Devdan: Learning something new takes patience. If you're always in a rush to get better, you'll overlook important lessons.
Tormod: Important lessons?
Devdan: Think back on the first time you used magic. How did you feel?
Tormod: How did I feel? I was happy...and excited. I'd never felt anything like it.
Devdan: Devdan knows that it felt good when you started making progress in your training... Right?
Tormod: Yes...it was fun.
Devdan: Why do you think that was?
Tormod: I was happy because... Well, because I was getting stronger. I had the power to protect people.
Devdan: Never forget how that felt. Keep that attitude, and you'll continue to improve.
Tormod: ... Thanks, Devdan! You're always teaching me something important!
Devdan: Mua ha har hee ho hee hoo! It is Devdan's responsibility to pass on knowledge to the next generation. And you know what? You give Devdan something in return, too...
Tormod: I do?
Devdan: Hope. There's always something worth fighting for.

Tormod: That's it. I quit! I can't take any more of this cr--
Devdan: You should not leave a job unfinished!
Tormod: Waagghhh! Where did you come from?
Devdan: Devdan has been watching you... Mmm... Your wound has not been treated properly. You will get an infection.
Tormod: Aw, it's useless. I rub it with vulnerary and dress it with a cloth, but it doesn't do any good. I just need a priest to mumble some magic words and wave a staff over it!
Devdan: Grrrr! You are a fool! That makes Devdan upset!
Tormod: Huh?
Devdan: You can't always depend on others for help. On the battlefield, you have to know how to take care of yourself.
Tormod: I see... Hah! You do have a way with words.
Devdan: Poor, lazy boy who knows nothing at all... Here, hand over that bandage. Devdan will show you how it's done.
Tormod: Thank you.

Tormod: Hmmm... I told him to meet me right here. Where is he...?
Devdan: Devdan is here!
Tormod: Waaaaghhhhh!
Devdan: What's wrong?!
Tormod: Gaaaah! Don't scare me like that! My heart nearly exploded! There goes ten years off my life!
Devdan: Don't overreact, little Tormod. Devdan didn't scare ten years off your life... Devdan thinks you are just stalling! But now it's time to get to work. The commander asked us to work on these weapons. We should get started.
Tormod: I'm the world's greatest mage! Why do I have to do these stupid chores?
Devdan: Because you will learn something. It's important to know all about the different kind of weapons you'll encounter on the battlefield.
Tormod: Hmmm...yeah. Well, you have a good point there.
Devdan: Mua ha har hee ho hee hoo! All of Devdan's points are good!
Tormod: Um...all right, then. I'll get started on the swords!

Elincia: I've listened to all that you've had to say, Geoffrey. Now it's time for you to hear me out.
Geoffrey: By your command.
Elincia: You fight too hard and take too many risks to protect me in combat.
Geoffrey: Is that not what a knight is sworn to do?
Elincia: But you put yourself at grave risk!
Geoffrey: It is true. I have felt the bite of steel several times while protecting you... But I would do so again without a thought!
Elincia: You promised me long ago that you wouldn't needlessly jeopardize your life for my sake. I guess you don't value your life after all.
Geoffrey: Your Highness...
Elincia: I know you think I should stay at camp and rest on silken pillows without suiting up for battle. But... There's no way I could stand... Stand seeing someone so dear to me die just beyond my grasp. So...now you know why I asked this of you.
Geoffrey: I don't know if you realize all that you've done for the soldiers. Do you see how you have raised the spirits of the Crimean soldiers since you began fighting alongside them? Their princess herself leads the charge! She doesn't ask the soldiers to risk their lives without risking her own. They adore you. And that is why we win our battles. They fight with a ferocity no other force could possibly match.They will win at any cost.
Elincia: ...
Geoffrey: I admit I have been fighting recklessly. ...I did so knowing you were near me. I knew you'd be by my side if I were gravely wounded.
Elincia: Yet... You feel me a burden.
Geoffrey: I can't imagine fighting without you anymore. If you do hold my life dear, please keep fighting.Lead us to victory!
Elincia: Oh, Geoffrey. I'm so sorry I brought you so much torment. I misunderstood you. I am...so immature.
Geoffrey: I disobeyed your direct orders. That's no badge of honor, either.
Elincia: I'm sure I'll keep causing you troubles...but please...never leave my side, Geoffrey.
Geoffrey: Princess Elincia... My life and blade are yours.

Geoffrey: Your Highness... Please, I beg you to reconsider.
Elincia: ...
Geoffrey: I am aware that you took offense to my disobeying your order... But... You cannot ask me to leave you alone and undefended! I am a royal knight. It is my duty and honor to ride by your side and defend you on the field of battle.
Elincia: ...
Geoffrey: Your Highness, please! On bended knee, I beg this of you.
Elincia: Would you stop defending me if I stripped you of your title?
Geoffrey: ...T-take away my knighthood?
Elincia: ...
Geoffrey: I see. I had no idea you wanted to avoid me this badly.
Elincia: No, Geoffrey. That's not--
Geoffrey: I may have spoken out of turn, but all I wanted was to honor my oath and shield you from harm. I'm sorry...
Elincia: Wait... Geoffrey! Geoffrey!

Geoffrey: Are you looking for someone, Your Highness?
Elincia: Geoffrey. I'm glad you're here.
Geoffrey: Is there anything I can do for you?
Elincia: Yes, actually.I have a small favor to ask of you.
Geoffrey: Ask anything of me, Your Highness, and I shall make it so.
Elincia: Really? You would do anything?
Geoffrey: Anything at all.
Elincia: Well, then here goes... Geoffrey...I need you to leave me alone while I fight on the battlefield.
Geoffrey: What?! Without protection? But, you know that is the one thing I cannot--
Elincia: I don't want to hear any objections. This is...an order.You must obey.
Geoffrey: But...Princess Elincia...

Elincia: ...
Ike: We finally reach the capital tomorrow.
Elincia: Yes...
Ike: How are you feeling about it?
Elincia: More than a little anxious... But... We've finally made it. I'm home. More than anything, I feel relief.
Ike: You've grown strong, Princess.
Elincia: That's only because I had such a great role model.
Ike: Hah! I think you meant to say bad role model, right? By the way, do you remember what you said to me on the southern sea?
Elincia: W-what did I say? Hopefully, it was nothing too embarassing.
Ike: You said, "Give them a sound thrashing!"
Elincia: Oh...er...that? That was...um... I was trying to fit in, my lord Ike. To be rough and capable like the rest of you.
Ike: You caught me off guard with that one.
Elincia: Hee hee! It brings back memories. When I fled the capital and was told about Crimea's defeat in Gallia... I prepared myself to live in crushing, colorless despair for the rest of my days. But when I look back, I can see there were some warm rays of hope...poking through.
Ike: You're right...
Elincia: Tomorrow, I will face King Daein and reclaim Crimea...or die in the attempt. It is the only thing on my mind.
Ike: You employed me as a mercenary. I'll give you your money's worth! ...No. It means more than that... To my last breath, I will do all that I can to ensure your dream...Elincia.
Elincia: Oh, Ike...

Ike: Princess Elincia? You're still here?
Elincia: Oh, my lord Ike. W-well, I was getting a little practice in. I don't want to be a burden to everyone else.
Ike: Wouldn't it be better to have a training partner?
Elincia: I'd feel guilty asking someone to train with me. It would be a waste of time... I am no match for their skill.
Ike: I meant what I said earlier... About not hesitating to ask for help? But I guess you decided to ignore me.
Elincia: N-no, no...it's not like that at all. I heard what you said, but I still feel so...
Ike: I know how powerless and frustrated you must feel. It was a terrifying feeling when I discovered my father had left me in command of the Greil Mercenaries.
Elincia: ...
Ike: But there's a huge difference between inheriting a country and a band of mercenaries, isn't there?
Elincia: Not at all... You're absolutely right. It's hard...knowing what kind of responsibility I have, and just how unsuited I am to take it.
Ike: Over the last year, I learned a lot from all those battles... Mostly, I learned that there are many things I can't do on my own. Everything I achieved was possible only because of the people around me. I trust them completely. And I'm not ashamed to ask for help. That goes for you, too.You're not alone.
Elincia: That's a great way to look at it. Thank you!

Ike: Is there something wrong, Princess?
Elincia: Oh... my lord Ike. I was getting prepared for battle, but... I'm having a hard time attaching this scabbard to my belt.
Ike: Hmm... let me see. Ah... here's the problem. The buckle on the scabbard isn't fastened. There's a little trick to this. Don't move for a second. ... All right. That should do it!
Elincia: Thank you. I just can't seem to do anything right. I can't even get myself ready for battle! Everyone else is all suited up.
Ike: Everyone here was the same way when they first started. In fact, it wasn't all that long ago when I was having a hard time fastening my scabbard...
Elincia: Really?
Ike: That's right. But my father drilled me hard and tested my swordsmanship and survival skills before I could eat breakfast. We come from different worlds, Princess.
Elincia: So that's how you learned so much...
Ike: Well, you don't need to practice so hard. You weren't born to be a mercenary like the rest of us war dogs. You'll just get yourself killed if you jump into this rough and nasty war unprepared.
Elincia: I understand...
Ike: Just don't worry about it. There's no shame in asking for help from the rest of us. We'll be there to back you up.
Elincia: Thank you, my lord Ike.
Ike: Anytime, Princess Elincia.

Gatrie: Ilyana! I just found this exquisite seashell on the shore. Isn't it stunning? Here, why don't you take it?
Ilyana: Oh...
Gatrie: Not interested, are you?
Ilyana: It's not that--
Gatrie: You don't want it, do you?
Ilyana: Not really...
Gatrie: Hmm, this tactic isn't working. To be honest, I was thinking that if I gave you something you liked, you might come out to dinner with me sometime.
Ilyana: Oh! I wouldn't mind joining you...
Gatrie: For dinner?
Ilyana: Yes...for dinner.
Gatrie: Really!? Brilliant! I, Gatrie, will deliver you to the finest purveyor of salacious foods in all the realm!
Ilyana: G-Gatrie...? Oh, that's right... Now I remember...
Gatrie: Huh? Did you say something?
Ilyana: Oh, nothing...
Gatrie: Hmmm... Well, never mind. I'll see you later!
Ilyana: Gatrie...Gatrie... Remember that name! He's going to take me out to the finest restaurant! Tasty food... Oh, I can't wait!

Gatrie: Ilyana!
Ilyana: Oh, hello...
Gatrie: I picked these beautiful flowers just for you!
Ilyana: Oh...
Gatrie: W-what? You don't like them?
Ilyana: Well...
Gatrie: Oh, good! So you DO like them!
Ilyana: It's just that... Um...
Gatrie: ...No good, eh? Then what about this broach? Isn't it fashionable? I picked it up at a quaint little curio shop I stumbled upon.
Ilyana: Oh...
Gatrie: That's no good, either? Are you sure you won't take it?
Ilyana: Well... It's nice, but...
Gatrie: ... Oh! So you love it, right? Just like you love big, strong knights?
Ilyana: Excuse me...
Gatrie: Hmmm. She's a tough one to swoon. I'll just have to pour it on even thicker! There's no way I'm going to let such a gorgeous girl slip away!

Gatrie: You there, young lady!
Ilyana: ...
Gatrie: Hello? Yes, you...the cute one!
Ilyana: ...
Gatrie: Oooh, I get it. Playing hard to get, eh? Tee hee hee!
Ilyana: Um... Are you...talking to me?
Gatrie: Phew, I finally got your attention. Aren't you a sly little minx!
Ilyana: Oh...
Gatrie: So...what's your name, cutie?
Ilyana: My name? Well... It's Ilyana, but...
Gatrie: Ilyana, eh? That's a cute name.
Ilyana: Oh...it is?
Gatrie: I'm Gatrie. But I'm sure you already knew that.
Ilyana: Um...well, actually...
Gatrie: Of course, I'm sure you've heard all about my victories on the battlefield. Oh, there was that business with the dragon...
Ilyana: Excuse me, I have to go.
Gatrie: I know she'll never forget me! Ilyana... You will be mine!

Marcia: Heya, Gatrie.
Gatrie: ...
Marcia: What's the matter, big fella? You're looking down.
Gatrie: It's better if you don't talk to me at all, Marcia. Don't even give me a second look. I'm nothing but dirt. I'm worse than dirt... I'm...sludge!
Marcia: Oh, boy... This is about the other day, isn't it? When you got beaten down by--
Gatrie: Don't remind me! I was such a fool! I can't believe I let you see me get smacked around like that. I might as well throw in the towel now. I'm just a big loser...
Marcia: No you're not! So Ike beat you that time. Big deal! Ike beats everybody! I was still impressed by your all-or-nothing attitude.
Gatrie: Really!?
Marcia: Really! You're both fierce fighters. Hey, what do you say to being my training partner one of these days? I want both you and Ike to teach me some of your fighting skills
Gatrie: Of course!
Marcia: Great! It'll be a hoot! I'm looking forward to it! See you later!
Gatrie: ...I was feeling angry at Ike for humiliating me like that... But maybe it will all work out after all. Until later, my sweet Marcia!

Marcia: Heya, big fella! What are you doing today?
Gatrie: Marcia! Good to see you. Actually, I was just about to meet up with Ike for a little sparring session.
Marcia: W-what!? You're going to fight the commander?!
Gatrie: You bet I am! That's why I asked you to stop by. I wanted to invite you along so you could check me out in action. Now, don't get my wrong... Ike is a strong commander. But he doesn't have a chance to match my overwhelming physical power! It's breathtaking, really.
Marcia: Breathtaking? Really... I can't wait to see this, Gatrie.
Gatrie: Ha ha ha! Well, what can I say? Why don't you just kick back and watch me unleash the raw fury of these mighty arms! Hhhrraaaawwww! Ike! Now's your chance to give up, cur! No?! All right, don't say I didn't warn you! Here we go! This one's for you, Marcia! Haaaarrrgggg!! ...Bwaaa!
Marcia: Ooooh, jerky! That looked painful.
Gatrie: Whoa there, Ike. Don't make me get tough on you... Hey! T-take it easy! Ooof... Ooof! Ouch! Aghhhhhh!
Marcia: Uhhh...is he going to be all right? Gatrie? ...Gaaaatrie? Oh, crackers.

Gatrie: Marcia! How are you doing, beautiful?
Marcia: Huh? How do you know my name?
Gatrie: Why wouldn't I know the name of a cute girl like you?! You know, there was a time when Titania was the only woman in this mercenary group. Things have really started to shape up while I was away. Mmm... Not bad at all.
Marcia: Oh, nice line, chump. I'm swooning. Waaaait... You were a member of the Greil Mercenaries?
Gatrie: Yep. Actually, I was a senior member.
Marcia: I knew it! You were one of the guys that saved me from those boat monkeys, weren't you?
Gatrie: Boat monk... You mean the pirates? Uh...of course! That was me!
Marcia: Aw, heck! That's fantastic! I was so grateful for the help. Lemme do something to return the favor
Gatrie: That's nice of you to say, but having someone as gorgeous and talented as you join us is payment enough. I need nothing more!
Marcia: Whoa...that's a lot of pressure. I had no idea people depended on me so much. In any case, I'll keep doing my best! Wish me luck!
Gatrie: She's so adorable! She will be mine... Oh, yes. She...will...be...mine.

Gatrie: ...
Shinon: What the...?
Gatrie: ...
Shinon: Why are you standing out here like a scarecrow?
Gatrie: Hey, Shinon. I'm just waiting for my girlfriend.
Shinon: Oh. Her. Right. You're still dating?
Gatrie: Yep! And when I gave her the gift that you picked out for me... boy, was she happy! In fact, I'll tell you a secret... we're getting married!
Shinon: Aren't you rushing it a little?
Gatrie: Oh, no! You see, she's terminally ill. She has Brain Stones. It's really bad. She only had a few days left to live. And since she didn't have enough money to pay for the treatment... I thought it was time to spend my gold!
Shinon: You paid for it?
Gatrie: Yep! Every last gold piece! And guess what? The treatment cost exactly as much as I had! It's fate, isn't it? Oh, with a coincidence like this, I know that we're meant for each other!
Shinon: ...You've got to be kidding me.
Gatrie: Between the war and her illness, times are pretty rough, so we decided to have the wedding right away. I was supposed to meet her here and then introduce her to the company. I wanted to do it in style, you know? But she's not here yet... Oh, wait is that... No, that's a horse. Hmm... I'm a little worried. I went to her house this morning, but I think I got the address wrong. All I found was an abandoned shack. But it'll be all right! She knows I'm with this army, and... And...
Shinon: Gatrie? She's not coming. You've been conned.
Gatrie: Whaaat!? No, I don't believe it! She's such a fine girl! So pure and kind! She'd never hornswoggle ol' Gatrie!
Shinon: How can someone with only days left to live manage to walk the streets looking for a knight with lots of money?
Gatrie: Because... Because she needed to meet me! It's fate! Remember?
Shinon: Then why isn't she here?
Gatrie: B-because... Um... Wolves?
Shinon: No, Gatrie. It's not wolves.
Gatrie: Oh... Hee hee! Hee hee hee! I guess ol' Gatrie... Whaa ha ha! I guess I got taken again! Whaa ha ha ha... Whooo! Oh man, I'll never learn.
Shinon: Tell me what she looks like.
Gatrie: Huh? Why?
Shinon: All your money? That's going too far. I'll find her and...get it back.
Gatrie: Well... Nah, that's all right. I mean, it's my fault anyway.
Shinon: Are you sure? She must be laughing her head off by now.
Gatrie: Well, at least it was a cute little head.
Shinon: Sigh... You're hopeless, Gatrie. You know that?
Gatrie: Yeah, I know. But I don't mind so much. It makes me kinda charming, right?
Shinon: Well, I guess you don't have to worry about what to do with your money anymore.
Gatrie: Yeah, that's right. Hey, if you look at it that way, it's a blessing in disguise!
Shinon: Let's go find a watering hole with some cute waitresses. What do you say?
Gatrie: Hey, that's a great idea! Oh, but... I don't have any money. Sorry, Shinon. Maybe some other time.
Shinon: Forget it. It's my treat.
Gatrie: Are...are you sure?
Shinon: Yep.
Gatrie: Hee hee hee!
Shinon: What's so funny?
Gatrie: Supper on your gold piece? This is my lucky day!
Shinon: Hopeless.

Gatrie: Say, Shinon!
Shinon: I'm busy. Come back later.
Gatrie: I really want to ask you something. Right now!
Shinon: No, Gatrie.
Gatrie: I'll pay for dinner again.
Shinon: Get lost.
Gatrie: We'll eat somewhere more expensive tonight.
Shinon: Appetizers?
Gatrie: Sure! You can order anything you want!
Shinon: All right, then. I think I can spare some time for my brother-in-arms.
Gatrie: Aw, thanks Shinon! I owe you one!
Shinon: ...Well? What do you want?
Gatrie: Well, actually... What I need to ask you is...
Shinon: Spit it out!
Gatrie: Well, it's... Oh, I don't know. Do you really want to hear it?
Shinon: Do that one more time, and I'll put an arrow through your eye!
Gatrie: W-wait! Just a minute! I'll tell you now... Are you ready?
Shinon: Aaaaaarrrgh!
Gatrie: Ihaveanewgirlfriend!!!!
Shinon: A new girlfriend? Is she blind or something?
Gatrie: I met her in town yesterday! She's soooo cute! I'm telling you, she's the one for me!
Shinon: Well, I'm happy for you. Oh, I see. You want to ask me what kind of gift to give her, right?
Gatrie: Tee hee hee! Yeah, that's right! What should I give her?
Shinon: I know everything there is to know about gift giving, my friend. I'll tell you all about it over a fine meal.
Gatrie: Please do, romance master!

Gatrie: ...Huff... ...Puff... Maybe I should... Oh! Or then again, I could... Hmm... No, I won't do that...
Shinon: Hey.
Gatrie: Hm? Oh, hey, Shinon!
Shinon: What in the heck are you doing? It's really annoying.
Gatrie: Shhh! It's a secret!
Shinon: Whatever. See you around.
Gatrie: W-wait! I'm just joking! Stop being so mean and listen for a second!
Shinon: I will if you buy dinner tonight.
Gatrie: Mmmm... Oh, all right. But you better give me good advice!
Shinon: Of course, of course. So, what's on your mind?
Gatrie: I'm thinking about the reward that we're going to get. I'm not sure what to do with it.
Shinon: Up to you. Spend it however you please.
Gatrie: But every time I spend money, you give me a hard time!
Shinon: I do? How?
Gatrie: What about the other day, when I bought the Ultimate Shield?!
Shinon: Gatrie, that was a castle gate. Hey, did you ever give that back? That guard thought you were a thief.
Gatrie: And remember the SpeedBring 4000? That secret elixir that boosts speed just by sprinkling it over your body--
Shinon: You mean that putrid snake oil? You dumped the whole bottle on your head without smelling it first.
Gatrie: But that wonderful little potion worked! I DID move faster!
Shinon: You moved faster because thirty stray dogs were chasing you.
Gatrie: See! You're giving me a hard time again!
Shinon: Oh, did I hurt your feelings? Wow, it sure is fun to tell you the truth and have you grumble at me in return.
Gatrie: No, no! I didn't mean to... Er... Sorry...
Shinon: Hmm... You're too honest sometimes...
Gatrie: Hee hee! You're embarrassing me!
Shinon: All right, let's go eat! Now that's spending wisely!
Gatrie: Yeah, let's... Wait a minute, Shinon! You didn't help me at all! This isn't part of the deal!

Jill: Mr. Haar?
Haar: Yes?
Jill: That's strange. I didn't have to call for you a hundred times before you answered!
Haar: Well, I figured this way I don't have to listen to your whining.
Jill: Oh, so that's how it is? Well, whatever...
Haar: What are you going to do when this war is over, Jill?
Jill: Hopefully go back to Daein. I want to be near my father's grave.
Haar: I see.
Jill: What about you?
Haar: If I survive sparring with Ashnard... I don't know what I'll do. I've already thought about guarding Lord Shiharam's grave.
Jill: Does that mean you're not happy being with me?
Haar: That's not it. I was just thinking you probably don't like being with me.
Jill: Why would I not like that?
Haar: Then if we both survive this war, let's start a wyvern courier service. We'll make a lot of loot.
Jill: Sure... If we survive.

Jill: Mr. Haaaaaaaaar! Where are you!? Mr. Haar!!!
Haar: I'm right behind you.
Jill: Why can't you just respond the first time I call for you? And didn't you promise that you'd respond right away if I stopped calling you captain?
Haar: That was only if I wasn't sleeping.
Jill: Well, that's most of the time! By the way, it seems like the only time you acted like a professional soldier was when you were in front of my father.
Haar: And I recall the only time you weren't so uptight was when you were around Lord Shiharam.
Jill: I... I couldn't help it. He was my father. He was different.
Haar: I'm with you on that. Lord Shiharam was something special. I didn't want him to see me as hopelessly lazy.
Jill: Mr. Haar...
Haar: Mmm... I think I'll just stretch out here... Yeah...that's it. This moss is nice and squishy. Leave me alone. It's nap time.

Jill: Captain Haar! Where are you? Captain Haar!!!
Haar: Zzzzzzzzzz...huh?! Wha--?! Who?! Oh. Jill. Yaaaawn... Simmer down, Jill. Can't you see I'm sleeping? And do you need to shout my name like that? You're louder than a meat skewer salesman in a crowded market!
Jill: Maybe you should try responding when I call you!
Haar: I'll do that as soon as you stop calling me captain.
Jill: How should I address you, then?
Haar: Whatever works for you.
Jill: Sir Haar, maybe?
Haar: Do I look like a knight to you?
Jill: All right. Mr. Haar.
Haar: Hah! That doesn't sound right at all.
Jill: Fine. Just Haar, then.
Haar: Hey! That's pretty good.
Jill: Sorry. I can't address my superior like that. I'll just call you Mr. Haar.
Haar: Well, I can live with that. Now, let me get back to my nap...

Makalov: Oh, there you are! Hey, Haar!
Haar: Zzzzzzzz...
Makalov: HAAR!!! Wake up! Oh, no! Look! Here comes General Ike!
Haar: Zzzzzzzz...
Makalov: Nothing will wake him up! He has a lot of guts sleeping before a battle like this. You have to respect that! Even debt collectors would be intimidated... I need to be more like him! Then I'll never have to pay anyone back! All right! I need to get training! The first thing I need to learn is how to sleep anywhere... Zzzzzz...
Haar: ...Quiet down! Who's interrupting my nap?!
Makalov: ...Zzzzzz... Phew... Grrrr... I was wrong... Sorry, Marcia! ...Zzzzzz...
Haar: ...
Makalov: Let me...zzzz...borrow some money...zzz...
Haar: Look at him, sleeping before a big battle. It's a miracle he's survived in his state. He must be really lucky. I hope he pulls through!

Haar: Hmm...? Hey! You're that...
Makalov: Nooooo!!!
Haar: Yes, you are. You're that weird guy I saw the other day. Hey, stop right there!
Makalov: Please...have mercy on me! I'll pay you back...I swear!
Haar: What are you yammering on about?
Makalov: Honestly, I only ran off the other day because I didn't have the money on me. I was just...running home to fetch it. Sweet mercy...I'm begging you! I'm too talented and beautiful to die! Give me more time to pay you back!
Haar: Pay me back? What are you talking about?
Makalov: Huh? Wait... So you're not... a debt collector?
Haar: A debt collector? Did you fall on your head?
Makalov: Are you SURE you're not a debt collector?
Haar: I don't remember being one. And I think I'd remember something like that.
Makalov: What!? You're not!? Phew! Hah...you had me there. I mean...just one nasty look from that face of yours could scare a man to death!
Haar: So you're saying I'm ugly, is that it? I look like some kind of thug to you?
Makalov: No, no, no! Not at all. You're very...handsome. Ruggedly handsome...yeah...
Haar: Hmmm. That was weird. Oh well...back to sleep.

Haar: Zzzzz...
Makalov: Aaaack!
Haar: Zzz-- Snort! Wha...? Huh?
Makalov: Agggghhh!
Haar: What's with you, man?
Makalov: Oh no! Stay away!
Haar: What's the matter with you?
Makalov: Aaaaack! Help! Somebody help me!
Haar: ... Did he think I was a Daein soldier? Well...whatever... Back to sleep......Zzzzzzz...

Lethe: Hello, Ike.
Ike: Hey, Lethe! You ready to punish me some more?
Lethe: You're taking to my training with remarkable skill. I need to keep up.
Ike: You think so? Wow. A compliment from Lethe... Now that's a big deal!
Lethe: What's that supposed to mean? You're not still holding a grudge about our first meeting, are you?
Ike: No, nothing like that. It's just... You're powerful, you know? If you compliment me, that means something.
Lethe: Bah! You give me too much credit. ...Um... Say, Ike?
Ike: What?
Lethe: When this war is over, you should... Why don't you come to Gallia? I mean, not like I care, but--
Ike: Gallia?
Lethe: Right! Well, you could learn even more if you trained in Gallia. It's hard living for a beorc. But if you can handle it, you could take the swordsmanship that runs in your blood to another level.
Ike: Only if you're my sparring partner!
Lethe: Meh... Well, if you that's what you want... I guess I'd be all right with that.
Ike: Then life in Gallia may not be so bad.
Lethe: Oh? Well, good. It's settled then. Come see us whenever you're ready. I might even...look forward to it.
Ike: You have my word.

Lethe: Hey.
Ike: Lethe. What's up?
Lethe: You fought pretty well the other day. Better than I expected.
Ike: What? Me?
Lethe: You see anyone else?
Ike: No, but... I didn't expect that from you. You laguz have such awesome natural power, I figure beorc look weak in comparison.
Lethe: Totally different styles of fighting. You don't have the reactions or control that we do, but you're actually kind of graceful. It must be tough to use a weapon that's not actually connected to your body. No wonder you train so much.
Ike: Without teeth or claws, we need our weapons to move like they're a part of us. So, yeah, that takes a lot of work.
Lethe: Mmm... I see. I may have to train more. Which reminds me... Do you remember our bargain?
Ike: Of course! Will you do it?
Lethe: I should ask you. Laguz training is hard. You're going to hurt. And bleed. Are you ready?
Ike: Let's do it!

Ike: Hiyaaaa! Haaaaaa! Hm? Who's there?
Lethe: Training hard?
Ike: Lethe. Were you watching me?
Lethe: Yep. I'm curious... Our future success will depend in large part on how well you humans fight. We laguz can't afford to lag behind.
Ike: You always need the upper hand, eh, Lethe?
Lethe: Relax. It's not like I'm going to claw you in the back during a battle. There's no point in it. Besides, you humans are the only ones who use dirty tricks like that.
Ike: Oh, I see. So every laguz fights fair and square?
Lethe: Most of us. Not all. Although we know when a laguz is about to use a cheap trick. We can smell it. I can sniff out a trap from a mile away. Even in the dark. You can hide from my eyes, but not my nose.
Ike: Lethe? Will you teach me how to fight like a laguz?
Lethe: Sure, I'll take you on. But it's going to hurt! When I fight, it's with claws out.
Ike: Good. I look forward to it.

Oscar: Ike.
Ike: Oscar? What is it?
Oscar: ...Are you well, Ike?
Ike: Yeah...yeah, I'm fine. Why? Did I worry you?
Oscar: No, no. It's nothing that you did. It's just that...our battles are intensifying. I never imagined that we'd be involved in clashes of this magnitude.
Ike: You're right. Ever since my father died, it's been one kind of chaos after another. It's a real challenge.
Oscar: So... How are you doing? Well, I mean... are you as well as can be expected? Is there anything I can do?
Ike: Ah, Oscar. I give you enough grief as is. Just stick with your helplessly green commander. That's all I ask.
Oscar: Ike...
Ike: Will you continue to believe in me?
Oscar: Yes, of course! As Commander Greil said, we are family. This is my home. I will support you to the end.
Ike: Listen... I have an urge for your cooking. Think you can give Mist a hand tonight?
Oscar: Ha! You don't have to ask me twice! I'll put all of my culinary skills to work. I hope you're hungry!

Oscar: How's it going, Ike?
Ike: Oh, hey, Oscar. I'm fine... Actually, I'm kind of worried about something.
Oscar: Can I help?
Ike: Well, I was trying to figure out how we should fight the laguz bird tribes.
Oscar: That's odd... I was just thinking about the same thing. When they turn into their true selves, we are forced into a kind of battle that is difficult for us.
Ike: You're right about that. The laguz are so strong. I've even seen them shatter boulders with a single blow. I feel like our weak points are as visible as a lit torch for the bird tribes. What's more, my sword is useless if they take to the sky...
Oscar: My advice is to keep engaging them. The more we fight, the more we learn. Of course, it won't be easy.
Ike: No, but I'm sure we can do it. That's a good idea! Thanks.
Oscar: Ah... Well...sure. You're pretty amazing, Ike. You know that?
Ike: Hey, come on now. You're the guy with all the experience and talent.
Oscar: Everything I have accomplished comes from hard work and practice. You're the son of Commander Greil. You have...natural talent. I'd follow you anywhere.
Ike: Uh...wow. Thanks, Oscar...

Ike: Hey, Oscar, can you spar with me for a sec... Wait! Where are you going?
Oscar: Sorry, Ike! No time! I have to prepare the evening meal today.
Ike: You? Where's Mist?
Oscar: She's off practicing with her staff. It's been a while since I cooked. I hope I haven't lost my touch.
Ike: I haven't had one of your suppers in ages! I'm looking forward to it.
Oscar: Really?
Ike: Yeah, of course! You're a great cook! Why do you ask?
Oscar: Well... I never knew that. Mist, Shinon, and Rhys were the only ones who ever commented on the subtle spices and flavors that I use... I mean, my brothers are used to my cooking, and Soren hates everything. I think he'd stop eating if he could... Sure, Commander Greil, Titania, Gatrie, and you ate everything on the plate. But... I feel like you'd eat anything.
Ike: Oscar, I didn't just shovel the food into my mouth. I enjoyed it! I really did! Remember the first day that Mist took over your cooking duties? Just thinking about it makes me ill... Ha! Even my father was having trouble choking it down! But I think Mist is finally starting to get the hang of it.
Oscar: Just like you're training to improve your swordsmanship, Mist is training to improve her culinary skills. You should give her more support. Hearing someone say "Delicious!" is the best encouragement a cook can get.
Ike: I see... Then I'll make sure to say "Delicious!" from now on.
Oscar: Ha ha! Thanks.

Ranulf: !
Ike: What's wrong, Ranulf?
Ranulf: Aaaah! Oh, it's you, Ike...Phew! Don't scare me like that!
Ike: You all right? You've been pretty tense lately.
Ranulf: The closer we get to the capital, the more the Daein king starts to worry me. Well, I suppose it's more the medallion than the man... At any rate, all this negative energy is making my hair stand up on end. It's hard to focus...
Ike: I'm amazed at how sensitive you laguz are to such things.
Ranulf: I'm amazed that you beorc don't notice! How can you be so calm with these creepy auras all around us?!
Ike: You want me to leave you alone?
Ranulf: Yeah, would you? No, wait, Ike. Hold on. Stay here. I'll calm down... Just gimme a second... ...Whooooo!
Ike: Better?
Ranulf: Yeah. I'm fine now. Although I can't believe I let a beorc see me in such a vulnerable state. I'll never live this down.
Ike: Ranulf, what are you saying? Don't you trust me?
Ranulf: No, I do! I do. But... well, not entirely. Look, I trust you as much as any beorc, but... You know! The laguz are my brothers! It's different.
Ike: I trust you.
Ranulf: And you say it with a straight face, too. You know something? You're...
Ike: ...I'm what?
Ranulf: Dumb.
Ike: What?!
Ranulf: If you trust everybody, you're going to get hurt in the end. Remember that!
Ike: Hey, wait! Ranulf! Dang... Was that friendly advice or is he just angry?

Ike: Hey, Ranulf.
Ranulf: Hm? Oh, hey, Ike. How goes it?
Ike: Are you...training?
Ranulf: Oh yeah! I love training! I'd hate to have the hardworking general Ike leave me in his dust!
Ike: That's a good attitude.
Ranulf: Um...that was a joke, Ike. I hate training. Besides, training on two legs would be pretty useless for a laguz like me.
Ike: So what were you doing? It looked like stretching.
Ranulf: Just stretching. You know, to unwind?
Ike: Hm. I was hoping that it was a kind of special laguz technique that I didn't know about.
Ranulf: Sorry to disappoint you, but you and I aren't that different unless I change forms. As you can see.
Ike: I just need a tail.
Ranulf: Hey, a tail is a good thing to have! It's what gives us such great balance in high places. You poor beorc... I can't imagine living without a tail!
Ike: Doesn't it get in your way when you sleep?
Ranulf: On the contrary! There's a little trick we have...
Ike: What kind of trick?
Ranulf: Well, we take... Hey! You're smooth, aren't you? I almost fell for that one... Nice try, Commander!
Ike: Huh? I just asked you a question.
Ranulf: Listen, Ike. This is a secret that concerns the entire laguz species. I can't just run around telling any old beorc that I know.
Ike: Oh. I understand. I'm not that interested, anyway.
Ranulf: Wha--? Hey, now, come on! You should be more persistent! It's really interesting!

Ranulf: Hey, Ike. Isn't it a little late to be training?
Ike: I haven't had a chance to train today. I try to swing a sword every day, even if it's just for a little while. It helps me focus and keeps me calm. Plus it's good practice. Haaaa! Kyaaaaa!
Ranulf: I see. So your strength doesn't just come from your bloodline. It's also a result of your persistance. No wonder you grow more powerful every time I see you... Nice. Very nice...
Ike: Haaaaa! And one and... Hiyaaaa!
Ranulf: Oh, sorry. I'm interrupting you. I'll see you la--
Ike: Wait. What do you want? I assume you came out here to tell me something.
Ranulf: Not really. I'm just being a mother cat... No matter how many times we tell you to take it easy, you're always working. I thought you might take a break if I came over and talked to you, but... I can see that you're still crazy. I'll go now.
Ike: You think I'm crazy? How so?
Ranulf: Well...a little crazy, yeah! I've never worked for a leader who's as blunt and straightforward as you. It's pretty shocking to have a commander who doesn't care what anyone thinks, no matter how powerful they are.
Ike: Well, that's just my style. I don't have to be like someone else, do I?
Ranulf: Why are you so confident? I don't get it. Normal beorc just do what people tell them and try not to make a fuss. But not you. I heard you even yelled at the apostle!
Ike: Yeah, that wasn't my brightest moment.
Ranulf: Then again, worrying about a beorc like this is definitely not normal laguz behavior. I guess I'm a fish out of water myself... Wait, did I just call myself a fish?
Ike: Wha--? Ha ha! You're a cat, remember!? I thought you ate fish. Ha ha ha!
Ranulf: Hey! I made you laugh! That's good. That's a good first step.
Ike: Fine, fine! I'll take a break. Um... so what do I do now? Am I supposed to drink tea or something?
Ranulf: Tea is good. And eat something. Oh, and maybe you should take a... catnap! Wha ha ha ha!

Ike: Reyson? How are you holding up? You look like death warmed over.
Reyson: I know, Ike! Believe me, I know that better than anyone. But, please. Let me do this. Let me fight to the end.
Ike: Well, all right. But I don't want you dropping dead the minute this war is over!
Reyson: My body should return to normal once the medallion settles down... Don't worry. My will is still strong. I have to confront Ashnard. I have to discover the truth.
Ike: I'll help you with that, Reyson.
Reyson: I told you not to treat me spec--
Ike: And I need you to help me, too.
Reyson: ...R-really?
Ike: We each possess unique powers. If we combine our might, it will lead to victory in future battles.
Reyson: I see... Very well. I appreciate your help.
Ike: Hang in there, Reyson. The end is in sight.

Ike: Reyson!
Reyson: I'm here, Ike. Do you wish to talk strategy?
Ike: Yes. Your participation in the next few battles will be critical... How are you feeling?
Reyson: Well...I found that the negative energy isn't so bad when I fly. Even feeling a breeze can be a huge help. I can hold up. Don't worry about me.
Ike: You look tired. Exhausted, even. I think I know how King Phoenicis must feel... I'm sorry for pushing you like this.
Reyson: Saying so is an insult. I choose to be here.
Ike: Look, that's not what I meant... I apologize. I know that you hate having people fuss over you. It's just--
Reyson: Ike? Be quiet. If you were anyone else, I'd punch you in the nose and make you be quiet.
Ike: Whoa, easy, Reyson! That's not necessary! And hey... I didn't think that herons could attack.
Reyson: ...I know how to punch! Although...
Ike: Yes?
Reyson: I suffer more damage than my target.
Ike: What?!
Reyson: When I bashed Duke Tanas's face, he only suffered a bloody nose, but it cracked the bones in the back of my hand.
Ike: Holy...
Reyson: Indeed.
Ike: ...But it felt good, right?
Reyson: Oh, yeah.

Ike: Reyson.
Reyson: Oh, Ike. What can I do for you?
Ike: I just came to see how things are going. How are you doing?
Reyson: Fine. No problems.
Ike: No problems? Your face tells me otherwise.
Reyson: Well...we herons are optimistic by nature. So it's hard for me to be on a battlefield where the air is thick with negative energy. It's...tiring. But I'm learning to adjust. I hope you'll let me fight beside you to the bitter end.
Ike: As long as you take care of yourself, I have no complaints. But isn't there anything I can do to help? Maybe we could have a special supper. Certain foods tend to restore energy.
Reyson: That's very kind, but my diet... Heh. It's fairly limited. You know, I used to be disgusted by my thin, frail body. So one time I performed a little experiment. I got all the foods that Tibarn likes--raw meat, cold fish, insects--and ate them. I ate them all.
Ike: That doesn't sound good. What happened?
Reyson: I stared death in the face for ten days. You've never seen a laguz so green! I guess we herons are just meant to eat fruits and nuts for our entire lives.
Ike: ...I can't imagine. Raw meat? You must have been desperate!
Reyson: I wanted so much to be like Tibarn. Big body, strong wings... With those features, I felt I could march into Begnion and revenge my brothers all by myself. I got on my knees and prayed to the goddess every night. Asking her for power... But to no avail.
Ike: I think I know how you feel... But it's better this way.
Reyson: How do you figure?
Ike: You get sick from negative energy. Imagine if you tried to hurt someone! You'd lose your lunch!
Reyson: Heh. I guess you're right... At one time, I was so angry about my lack of strength, so consumed by despair, that I considered forfeiting my life... But... I'm glad that I am alive. I got to see Leanne because I am alive.
Ike: Huh. You surprise me, Reyson. You're stronger than you look.
Reyson: If you're talking spiritual strength, I think I'm the best there is!

Ike: Hey, Soren.
Soren: ...
Ike: I've been thinking a lot about what you said the other day, and there's something I still don't understand. You survived. You're strong. Why would you feel insecure about who you are? Tell me. Tell me everything.
Soren: Curse you! Why can't you leave me be?! I don't have any friends, Ike! I don't have anyone else! If I tell you and you turn on me... I... I... I don't think I can survive it.
Ike: That's why you have to tell me, Soren. You'll never tell anyone else. And if you don't tell anyone, you're just going to keep suffering. Look at you! You're a mess! Come on. Talk to me.
Soren: Ike... I... I...
Ike: Soren, it's me! Trust me. I don't give two figs who your parents are! I'll stand by you.
Soren: Ike, I...sniff... No, I won't... ..sniff...Ah, Ike... ...I'm... Branded. I'm one of the Branded.
Ike: A Branded? What's that?
Soren: It's a cross between a beorc and a laguz. Such a taboo union violates every teaching of the goddess. And of society. We are untouchables. Abominations. Condemned to a life of hatred and shunning from both races.
Ike: Wait, wait. Hold it a second. Let me make sure that I follow you... You're part laguz?
Soren: Yeah. This mark on my forehead is the proof. I learned about it while researching ancient books at the Mainal Cathedral. I always thought it was a birthmark. Others thought that it was the mark of a Spirit Charmer.
Ike: What's a Spirit Charmer?
Soren: Magic comes from interaction with spirits. If you let one into your body, it will give you tremendous power...for a price. That's why the old sage was so interested in me. He thought I had struck such a deal. But instead, I was just a filthy Branded.
Ike: All right. I understand. So?
Soren: ...What do you mean, "so?"
Ike: So, you have laguz blood in your veins. So, you have a mark to prove it. So... What's the problem?
Soren: What's the problem...? Don't you find me repugnant!? I work beside you, eat beside you. I'm nothing! I don't belong anywhere! Doesn't that sicken you?
Ike: No. It doesn't change anything. You're still you, Soren! You're a capable officer of our army. And my friend. We can't keep going unless you are with us.
Soren: ...Ike... I thought... I thought you...
Ike: What?
Soren: It was Gallia. The sage lived in Gallia. A few beorcs had settled there and...
Ike: Gallia? Are you saying...
Soren: When the sage died, no one would help me. I couldn't speak. Couldn't find food. I was dying. You were the only one who helped. You and your father. That's why you're my friend. My...only friend.

Soren: ...
Ike: Do you have a second, Soren?
Soren: What is it, Ike?
Ike: What's wrong? You've been quiet and moody for days. What's going on?
Soren: Um... Well, it's...
Ike: Yes?
Soren: ...It's nothing. ... ...You've never worried about who you are, have you? Your family? Where you come from?
Ike: Who I am...? Well, not really. No. I guess I don't understand what you're getting at. I had a father and a mother. I don't remember much about her, but otherwise, no complaints.
Soren: It must be...nice to have loving parents. You need people to experience your childhood. To help shape the person you will become. Without an adult around to affirm and support them, a child can't know which path to take. Or who he really is.
Ike: Don't you have any memory of your parents?
Soren: No. The woman who raised me was not my birth mother. And she wasn't all that fond of me, anyway... My earliest memories are of her saying, "Why me? The world isn't fair!" or "Stay away from me, child!" No love. No affection. She took care of me out of some sense of duty that she didn't really possess.
Ike: ...
Soren: When I was about four, a nearby sage came by and asked to take me in. He said I possessed rare magical talent. I remember the day clearly. My caretaker was delighted to give me up. In fact, she seemed almost delirious with pleasure. Smiling like a madwoman as she handed me over... The sage even gave her gold as compensation. Not that it was necessary.
Ike: Oh, Soren... I had no idea.
Soren: The sage was old, and knew that death would soon come for him. His only goal was to teach his art to an apprentice. As time was short, he put me through terribly rigorous magic training. We worked day and night, without cease. I didn't even have time to think about who I really was. But it was still a better life than I had ever known. When the sage died two years later, I had acquired much magical skill. Perhaps too much for a child of my age... At any rate, once I had eaten all of the food in the sage's hovel, I left and walked for days to find help. Upon reaching civilization, I came to another grim realization... I couldn't speak. Not a word.
Ike: Soren...
Soren: Oh, I could read and write better than most of the villagers. And I could understand what they said. I just couldn't talk. I couldn't help it. The woman and the sage both used to hurl words at me. Unkind words, usually. But I never needed to answer, so--
Ike: Soren!
Soren: Huh? Oh... I apologize, Ike. I should not have made you listen to such nonsense...
Ike: Soren, it's no nonsense! It's awful! It's the most terrible thing I've ever heard! Where did this happen? Was it in Begnion?
Soren: No... But, there's more. I haven't told you... About my parents... No, that's enough. I'm sorry. Excuse me...
Ike: Wait, Soren? Soren! Blast!

Soren: So that's how much we spent... Supplies are running low. We need dried meat, fresh fruit... Ike? Are you listening?
Ike: Huh? Oh, sorry. I wasn't paying attention.
Soren: I would have never guessed.
Ike: Sorry, Soren. Look, could you run the report by me again?
Soren: You're tired, Ike. You need rest. Go find a cot somewhere.
Ike: You can tell?
Soren: Of course. When you're not feeling well, your left eye twitches.
Ike: That's...odd. I never noticed.
Soren: Get some sleep. I can manage things for a few hours.
Ike: Well, I am pretty beat...
Soren: Go.
Ike: You know, Soren? You're not nearly as insensitive as the others say. Deep down, you're a big softie.
Soren: Excuse me?
Ike: Oh, nothing. I'm going.
Soren: Mmm. Don't let the bedbugs bite.

Ike: Titania? I wish to thank you.
Titania: W-what? What's with all the formality?
Ike: There's no guarantee that any of us will see tomorrow, and I want to tell you this while it's still in my head. Will you listen?
Titania: Um... All right, but...what's with you? And what have I done to deserve your thanks?
Ike: You have done much. You helped my father build this company. He had lost his wife and had two young children to care for... I wish to thank you for that.
Titania: ...Oh, Ike...
Ike: I've taken everything in my life for granted, and it was all possible because of you. My thanks is far too late in coming.
Titania: It's not necessary, Ike. What I did, I did because--
Ike: You loved him. Didn't you?
Titania: ...!!! ...Um...
Ike: Perhaps I'm wrong. Regardless... I stand here alive today because of you. And I still want to thank you for it. Had you not lent a helping hand, I would most likely be dead. And my father's life cut short as well. You helped to keep him alive until the Black Knight brought him down... You made his final years happy. Thank you.
Titania: Oh, Ike... ...I don't... ...Sniff... ...Sniff... ...Sniff...
Ike: Unlike my father, I lack both experience and strength, but... I'm learning. Please, keep aiding and supporting me. Please...
Titania: ...Sniff... Of course... Of course I will, Ike.

Ike: Do you have a moment, Titania?
Titania: Ike! How can I help you?
Ike: Remember what we talked about the other day? About when you met my father?
Titania: Um... Yeah... That...
Ike: I know you don't want to talk about it, so I won't force you or anything.
Titania: It's not like I don't want to. It's just... It's hard to talk about my past. Still... You deserve to know as much about your father as possible... All right, I'll tell you.
Ike: Great!
Titania: When I was a Crimean knight, I entered an officer exchange program and was sent to Gallia. Where your father was. On my first day, they held a joint training session in the royal hall. That's where I saw Commander Greil's might for the first time. He took on wave after wave of knights and defeated them like they were children. His swordsmanship was brilliant... The other knights barely had time to lift their weapons before Commander Greil had them on the ground. He was the mightiest warrior I had ever seen. My body... trembled at the thought of it.
Ike: Whoa.
Titania: I tried to cross swords with him, but he was so far out of my league... Ha! It was laughable! But I asked him to train me, and he agreed. After that, whenever we had a spare hour, we would meet and spar. We soon grew close, and after a few weeks, he invited me to his home. That's when I saw you.
Ike: Me?
Titania: Yes. You were sleeping in your mother's arms, and she was smiling. You were adorable. The Commander looked at you with such kind eyes... I saw a different person than the man who wielded a sword.
Ike: I see.

Titania: Hey, Ike. Training?
Ike: Yeah. You too, huh? Hey, do you want to spar? I learn a lot when we team up.
Titania: Really? I'm glad to hear that. I thought you no longer needed my lessons.
Ike: What are you talking about? You're the one who put the finishing touches on what swordsmanship I inherited from my father.
Titania: Hmm. I'm honored to hear you say so.
Ike: I mean it.
Titania: But the talent you inherited from your father is one of a kind. I want you to cherish it.
Ike: Huh... Hey, Titania? When did you meet my father? You used to be a Crimean knight, right?
Titania: That's right... But it's a long story, and we need to train! Get ready! Focus!
Ike: Fine...

Lucia: Where's Ilyana? I told her to wait right here! Where did she run off to?
Ilyana: Lu... Lucia...
Lucia: Ilyana!? Did something happen?
Ilyana: No... Just so... Hungry... So hungry...
Lucia: Hungry? Haven't you been eating?
Ilyana: No... Not enough... I just had five helpings...
Lucia: What?! Five helpings?!
Ilyana: Yes... Oh, and I took Soren's lamb shank when he wasn't looking.
Lucia: How much do you usually eat?
Ilyana: When I cook, I usually make... six or seven helpings...
Lucia: Er... You're not a laguz, are you?
Ilyana: No...
Lucia: Listen, Ilyana. I've put you through some hard training over the last few days, and it got me thinking... There is something seriously wrong with you!! But I can't leave you like this. You've made it this far, and we'll get through whatever it is together.
Ilyana: Yes... That makes me happy. You make me delicious meals... You're so beautiful and strong... I want to be with you, Lucia...
Lucia: Oh, fine. We might as well go get some food!
Ilyana: Your cooking... I can almost taste it...
Lucia: You're always so hungry... All right, I'll make you whatever you want. But you had better train hard!
Ilyana: Yes! Oh, I'm so happy!

Lucia: All right, Ilyana. Start now.
Ilyana: Let me give this a try... Huuuufff... Haaaaaa... Huuuffff... Puuufffff...
Lucia: ... Wait, Ilyana. Can you come back here for a moment?
Ilyana: Yes? What is it?
Lucia: I know you're not feeling great... But I still want you to do some running. Exercise is important. Why not start out slowly?
Ilyana: Yes... I'll try. I... I ran the best I could...
Lucia: Hah! That was supposed to be running?!
Ilyana: Well...
Lucia: ...Er... Listen, Ilyana. I didn't mean to be so harsh. Nobody is born great at everything. It takes hours and hours of practice to get better at something. So don't feel bad when you don't excel at something right away. Is that clear?
Ilyana: Yes...
Lucia: Don't worry. I'll work on it with you. Go and give it another try.
Ilyana: All right... I'll do my best...
Lucia: Then we can take a break. Perhaps you'd like some water before you try again.
Ilyana: Actually, I'm a little hungry...
Lucia: Food? No problem at all. What would you like to eat?
Ilyana: Do you remember that meal you made me the other day? That was so tasty... I'd love that again!
Lucia: You liked it that much, huh? Then I'll set to work making you another big helping! But...you'll have to run for it!
Ilyana: It's a deal. Thank you...for everything.

Lucia: Well, well... Look at this cute little thing. So you're a mage, huh? I'm Lucia. I'm a soldier in the royal Crimean army, and I thank you for joining our cause.
Ilyana: I'm Ilyana... I'm with Greil's Merc... Oh...
Lucia: What's wrong? Are you all right?
Ilyana: Yes, don't mind me...
Lucia: Look at you! You're skinnier than a sword edge! All this marching must be hard on you.
Ilyana: I fall down sometimes... I just can't keep up.
Lucia: That's no good! If that happens on the battlefield, you're as good as meat. You've got to stay fit and battle ready.
Ilyana: Yes...ma'am.
Lucia: You're sounding faint. Hang on. Don't collapse on me! Here, let me help you. Let's get you back to your tent.
Ilyana: I can't move... Hungry...so hungry...
Lucia: Wait here. Let me go fetch some food.
Ilyana: Really...? You'd do that?
Lucia: Of course. What do you think you can eat?
Ilyana: I'll take anything...
Lucia: All right. I'll try to find something big and hearty to give you strength. Stay where you are until I come back.
Ilyana: Thank you so much...

Mia: I can't seem to focus today. I sense my foes out there, hiding in the trees and snickering at me! Haaaa! Take that, foe! You know, I haven't seen Ilyana lately. I hope she's all right. Hmm... Well, can't do anything about it now... I need to get back to practice. One...two...strike! One...two...stab! Hey! What was that? Ugh! What did I just step on? It feels...squishy.
Ilyana: ...
Mia: Aaaack! Why are you on the ground?! Are you dead? Gravely injured? Perhaps slightly wounded?
Ilyana: No, no...
Mia: Well? What's wrong?
Ilyana: I'm just...hungry.
Mia: Huh? Hungry? Why don't you quit your whining and have a biscuit?
Ilyana: So...hungry. Please...if you have anything...
Mia: Hold on a minute! Don't tell me you're always staggering around and fainting because you need a snack!
Ilyana: Yes... As soon as I finish eating, I get hungry again. That's why I faint.
Mia: Well, I don't have any food on me right now. I'll go get you something right away, though. We can't have you passed out on the ground like this!
Ilyana: Please...don't leave...
Mia: Whoa there! Let go! Hey! Stop trying to eat my foot!
Ilyana: Mmmm...so...tasty...
Mia: No, no, no! I can't have you feasting on my limbs! Somebody bring this girl some food! Anything, people! Old leather shoes, fruitcake...anything!

Mia: Oh, I remember you from the other day.
Ilyana: Hello...
Mia: You're staggering again. Is there something wrong with you?
Ilyana: No... I'm fine. Really.
Mia: But you look sickly and ill. Why don't you go and see a priest?
Ilyana: I'm quite all right. The last time I saw a priest, he said I wasn't sick.
Mia: Hmm... Are you sure you weren't being bilked? Was he a real priest? You look like you're about to keel over.
Ilyana: I'm fine.
Mia: Meh. Have it your way... Can you even walk?
Ilyana: Yes, of course... I'll see you later.
Mia: Where are you going? That's a dead end! Hold up for a moment. I'll come with you! You'll never find anything without me.
Ilyana: Thank you...

Mia: Hah! Today is a good day. I'm feeling lucky! Maybe I'll meet someone to duel... Maybe my true archrival!
Ilyana: ...
Mia: Ack! You scared me! Hah! Sneaking up behind me like that... You're a crafty one!
Ilyana: Um...sorry. Please let me pass...
Mia: Huh? Oh, sure...
Ilyana: Excuse me...
Mia: So, do you want to duel? At dawn, perhaps? I love dueling at dawn! Awww...never mind. It wouldn't be much of a challenge. You're looking a bit sickly.
Ilyana: Sorry... I'm just feeling weak.
Mia: She looks so...fragile. Maybe I should watch her back. Just to make sure nothing bad happens to her... Oh well...back to sword practice!

Ilyana: Thank you for your generosity the other day, Mordecai... Nobody has ever done anything like that for me...
Mordecai: Do not thank me. We are friends. But you ate like a starved bear! A dozen of me could not eat that much mutton stew!
Ilyana: The food was delicious. I could have eaten more!
Mordecai: I would feed you again, but you ate through all my beorc money. Where do you put all that food?
Ilyana: Well...in my stomach...
Mordecai: You are like the furry little squirrels that live with us in the woods. Always stuffing food in their mouths. Half beorc, half squirrel. That's you.
Ilyana: Haha! Maybe you're right! Squirrels, huh? That's cute.
Mordecai: So...when do you hibernate?
Ilyana: Hibernate? I don't hibernate!