Summer Scramble/Conversations
This is a listing of optional conversations in Summer Scramble, triggered when a specific character speaks with another specific character. The conversations denoted "first conversation" are available from turn 1 and initiated by the first character in the heading; the conversations denoted "second conversation" become available on the second player phase after the first conversation and initiated by the second character in the heading.
Chrom with Robin (normal)
(First conversation)
Robin: The Outrealm's hottest resort, huh? I don't doubt it. This place is amazing! We could have a lot of fun out here. Swimming, collecting seashells…
Chrom: It's true we don't get very many chances to relax in our own world…
Robin: Ack! Chrom?! You heard all of that?
Chrom: If you're going to talk to yourself so loudly, I'd suggest moving farther down the beach.
Robin: I'm sorry. I shouldn't be daydreaming like that in the middle of a battle.
Chrom: Not at all. Everyone needs to unwind now and again. You should enjoy yourself. I've seen how tense you tend to become in the heat of battle, Robin... If this isn't the place to let your hair down a little, I don't know where is.
Robin: Is that an order? Because if it is, I'm not complaining! Seriously, though, I've never been anywhere this beautiful before. It's so relaxing... Or perhaps I've been here hundreds of times and I just don't remember…
Chrom: Robin...
Robin: Sorry. Didn't mean to get all somber on you there. If my commander's ordered me to let my hair down, who am I to argue? I spotted an interesting creature when I passed by that tide pool over there... I'm going back for a closer look!
Chrom: Heh. I don't think I've ever seen Robin so excited. This place really is everything it's cracked up to be. I owe it to <him/her> to help <him/her> enjoy it as much as <he/she> can while we're here. I only wish I knew how to go about it... Should I spoil <him/her> like Frederick does me? Maybe I'll help <him/her> gather seashells. ......Or maybe not. I feel ridiculous. I'll think of something.
Robin: Chrom, check it out! I caught that weird creature! Isn't this thing bizarre? I wonder if we could put it to any tactical use…
Chrom: ......
Robin: What's wrong, Chrom? Don't you like it? I know it's not the most cuddliest critter, but it's kinda cute in its own way!
Chrom: Hmm? No, no, it's fine. I was just distracted, sorry. Don't worry about me. Go frolic with your weird little friend to your heart's content.
Robin: Well, when you put it that way...
(Second converation)
Robin: Hey, Chrom! How goes the battle on your— ...Huh? What's up with all these seashells?
Chrom: Oh, hello, Robin. I was trying to fashion a necklace out of them. It didn't go well.
Robin: You were fashioning a necklace...? Has this been a hobby of yours for long? It looks as if they've been completely pulverized. What went wrong?
Chrom: Well, I can at least say I have a talent for smashing things in frustration…
Robin: So it seems... And what's that behind you? What are all those charred lumps?
Chrom: Those are...er, WERE fish. I was trying to cook them. They got burned.
Robin: That's putting it kindly…
Chrom: Yeah, it didn't exactly pan out as I'd intended.
Robin: Huh. Well...I guess even the greatest of chefs burn things now and again... And I'll pretend I haven't noticed the collapsed sand castle or the half-built raft... And what is that? A bug-infested tropical fruit salad? ...I'll just ignore that too.
Chrom: That would probably be for the best.
Robin: Listen, Chrom, I'm sure my excitement for the beach earlier was infectious, but...well, maybe it's best you save these...activities...for after the battle's done.
Chrom: No, you're right. But first, there's one more thing I want you to see. Now that it's done, I think it might've been a terrible idea, but…
Robin: Really? There's more? What is it this ti— Oh my!
Chrom: So...what do you think?
Robin: ...... Pfft... Ha ha ha... AAAAH ha ha ha ha ha! "Chrom & Robin Were Here." Ha ha! Did you write this all by yourself?
Chrom: Yes.
Robin: Ha ha! Just the image of you slaving over this giant scrawl is enough to—! Ha ha! I'm...I'm sorry. I shouldn't be mocking my commander in a time of war... B-but... Ha ha ha! I'm sorry! It's just too funny!
Chrom: So did you...like it?
Robin: Like it? Ha ha! Are you kidding? I loved it!
Chrom: Whew. Then it was worth the effort. ...And the humiliation. I'm glad I was able to do something to make you happy.
Robin: Wait, Chrom... Don't tell me all of this... All these ruined projects... That was you trying to make me happy?
Chrom: Is that so strange? I mean, you're the whole reason we were invited here in the first place. So I've been trying to figure out some way I could show my gratitude. And, you know...you don't have any memories from before we met. So I thought I might be able to help you make some new ones…
Robin: Oh, Chrom... I didn't realize. Thank you. Thank you so much.
Chrom: Well, I'm not sure thanks are in order. After all, all my ideas ended in disaster…
Robin: Heh. Well, that may be so, but I still owe you one. After all, it's no fair if I'm the only one having fun. So once this battle's over, let's think up something we can enjoy together. Deal?
Chrom: All right. You've got yourself a deal.
Chrom with Robin (F) (spouse)
(First conversation)
Robin: The Outrealms' hottest resort, huh? I don't doubt it. This place is amazing! If only Chrom and I had this beach to ourselves—what fun we could have! We could swim, and collect seashells, and chase each other through the surf…
Chrom: It's true we don't get very many chances to relax in our own world.
Robin: Ack! Chrom?! You heard all of that?
Chrom: If you're going to talk to yourself so loudly, I'd suggest moving farther down the beach.
Robin: I'm sorry. I shouldn't be daydreaming like that in the middle of battle.
Chrom: Not at all. Everyone needs to unwind now and again. You should enjoy yourself. I see how tense you tend to become in the heat of battle, Robin... If this isn't the place to let your hair down a little, I don't know where is. And I admit, the thought of being alone here with you has crossed my mind as well…
Robin: Oh, Chrom... I'm so glad you feel the same way. I've never been anywhere this beautiful before. It's so relaxing... Or perhaps I've been here hundreds of times and I just don't remember…
Chrom: Robin...
Robin: Sorry. Didn't mean to get all somber on you there. If my commander's ordered me to let my hair down, who am I to argue? Of course, it wouldn't do to monopolize the army's leader during a battle... I promise I'll be quick! I'm just going to poke around in that tide pool over there…
Chrom: Heh. I don't think I've ever seen Robin so excited. This place really is everything it's cracked up to be. I owe it to her to help her enjoy it as much as she can while we're here. I only wish I knew how to go about it... Should I spoil her like Frederick does me? Maybe I'll help her gather seashells. ...... Or maybe not. I feel ridiculous. I'll think of something…
Robin: Chrom, check it out! I caught this weird creature! Isn't this thing just bizarre? I wonder if we could put it to any tactical use…
Chrom: ......
Robin: What's wrong, Chrom? Don't you like it? I know it's not the cuddliest critter, but it's kinda cute in its own way!
Chrom: Hmm? No, no it's fine. I was just distracted, sorry. Don't worry about me. Go frolic with your weird little friend to your heart's content.
Robin: Well, when you put it that way...
(Second conversation)
Robin: Hey, Chrom! How goes the battle on your— ...Huh? What's up with all those seashells?
Chrom: Oh, hello, Robin. I was trying to fashion a necklace out of them. It didn't go well.
Robin: You were fashioning a necklace...? Has this been a hobby of yours for long? It looks as if they've been completely pulverized. What went wrong?
Chrom: Well, I can at least say I have a talent for smashing things in frustration…
Robin: So it seems... And what's that behind you? What are all those charred lumps?
Chrom: Those are...er, WERE fish. I was trying to cook them. They got burned.
Robin: That's putting it kindly…
Chrom: Yeah, it didn't exactly pan out as I'd intended.
Robin: Huh. Well...I guess even the greatest of chefs burn things now and again... And I'll pretend I haven't noticed the collapsed sand castle or the half-built raft... And what is that? A bug-infested tropical fruit salad? ...I'll just ignore that too.
Chrom: That would probably be for the best.
Robin: Listen, Chrom, I'm sure my excitement for the beach earlier was infectious, but... Well, maybe it's best you save these...activities...for after the battle's done.
Chrom: No, you're right. But first, there's one more thing I want you to see. Now that it's done, I think it might've been a terrible idea, but…
Robin: Really? There's more? What is it this ti— Oh my!
Chrom: So...what do you think?
Robin: C-Chrom... Just look at this great big message in the sand... "Chrom & Robin 4 Ever." How did this...? Why would you...?
Chrom: Does it make you happy?
Robin: I...I don't know if I should be happy or embarrassed or...what, exactly... But it's certainly a sight I'll never forget, I can promise you that.
Chrom: Then I'm glad. Maybe I didn't make you happy, but I at least helped you make a new memory.
Robin: Wait, Chrom... Is that what all this was about? The sand message, all the failed projects... It was all to help me make new memories?
Chrom: I guess it wasn't as obvious as I'd hoped it would be, huh? I know that you didn't mean what you said before. Of course it bothers you that you don't have any memories from before we met. I wanted to make sure you were able to form at least a few happy memories here.
Robin: Oh, Chrom... Thank you. Thank you so much. But you didn't need to go to all this trouble. Just being with you has given me an endless supply of happy memories!
Chrom: ...It has?
Robin: Of course! The day we first met... Our first battle together... That time you peeked in on me in the bath... The day you confessed your love to me... I remember it all so vividly! I could never forget a single thing about you. Even if death were to tear us apart... Even if I lost my memories again…
Chrom: Robin... Why would you even say such a thing?
Robin: What? I'm just speaking hypothetically. Why are you making that face?
Chrom: Robin...
Robin: Huh? What are you—?!
Chrom: ......
Robin: Mmmmmph! C-Chrom! Y-your lips... We shouldn't…
Chrom: Did you not enjoy that?
Robin: N-no, it was wonderful! But...we're in the middle of a battle here!
Chrom: I know. But the way you were talking... I couldn't help it.
Robin: I understand, Chrom, but you're the commander of this army! Look, I'm going back to my position now. YOU stay and fight here, okay?
Chrom: Robin, wait! *Sigh* She's gone. I'll have to apologize for that later…
Robin: Right in the middle of a battle? What was he thinking?! I'll have to scold him for that later... ...... Well, I suppose he's at least given me one more memory I'll never forget. The big dolt!
Lissa with Sumia
(First conversation)
Lissa: Wow! Look at that ocean, Sumia! We have GOT to go swimming!
Sumia: Absolutely not, Lissa. We didn't come here to have a good time.
Lissa: Aw, but look at this place! Blue sky, golden sand, and alllll that beautiful water! It's so pretty, twinkling in the sun. How can we NOT go splash around in it?
Sumia: Lissa, please. We're Shepherds. Proud warriors serving in Chrom's army—
Lissa: Uh-huh. So why do you have YOUR swimsuit then? Hm? ...HMM? Don't try to hide it! I see it peeking out of your bag there.
Sumia: M-my swimsuit?! I don't know what you're— Ohh, you mean THIS?! Uh... It's...not a swimsuit. It's, um...my aquatic battle outfit! For...combat in water! I bought it as soon as I realized we might have to fight on the seashore. When you're doing battle in the waves, you need complete freedom of movement!
Lissa: I don't see how wearing a swimsuit under armor helps with that at all…
Sumia: Well...y-you wouldn't! Because...it's actually really complicated. Yeah, I barely understand myself! Ha ha.
Lissa: But didn't the merchant explain? You sure did spend a long time talking to her. From where I was, it looked like you got her to show you every style she had. You compared cuts and colors and patterns almost like you cared about how they looked... But why would you, if you're only gonna be wearing the suit during battle?
Sumia: Er, right... Good question! I can totally explain that. Definitely. You see...er... I thought, if I'm buying one ANYWAY, I might as well get something flattering. I mean, have you ever seen swi—er, aquatic battle suits like this back in our world...? ...Oh, all right, FINE! I admit it! I was excited about swimming in the ocean too. Okay? This isn't an aquatic battle suit at all... I'm sorry I lied to you, Lissa.
Lissa: Oh, you don't have to apologize. I totally understand! Soooo...seeing as how we DID buy these suits...we probably SHOULD try them out... Even soldiers deserve a break sometimes, right?
Sumia: Well, twist my arm, why don't you...? Hee hee! Okay, it's a date! But first, let's finish cleaning up this mess here on the beach!
(Second conversation)
Lissa: *Sigh* The swimsuit looked SO good when the merchant showed it to me... But when I put it on, it was all baggy and loose, and it looked TOTALLY ridiculous.
Sumia: I'm disappointed with mine, too. I swear it didn't look THAT small at the stall! It doesn't matter how cute it is—if you can't wear it in public, what's the point?
Lissa: Yeah, I know exactly what you mean! Unlike me, though, I'll bet you look good in almost everything you wear. I couldn't help noticing what a great figure you have when we were changing. I would KILL for curves like yours! What size are you, by the way?
Sumia: Gosh! I never thought I'd be having this conversation with a princess!
Lissa: Aw, come on! We're friends! We can talk about this kinda stuff, can't we?
Sumia: Well, I guess. But a girl has to have SOME secrets, so don't go telling anyone!
Lissa: Oh, absolutely! Cross my heart and hope to die!
Sumia: Okay, lean in close. I'm going to whisper it, just in case any men are eavesdropping…
Lissa: Like this?
Sumia: Uh-huh.
Lissa: ...I'm waiting.
Sumia: ...Argh! I can't do it! It's just...not something I talk about!
Lissa: Oh, COME ON! You can't make me go through all that and then not tell me!
Sumia: I'm sorry! I know it's weird, but... Hey, wait! I just had an idea! Why don't we swap swimsuits?
Lissa: Huh? Why would we—? ...Ohhh, I get it! Mine's too big, yours is too small... If we trade, we'll both have suits that fit!
Sumia: Exactly! Now why don't we hurry up and finish this battle so we can try them on again.
Lissa: Sounds good to me! ...Hey, wait a second! You never answered my question!
Virion with Lon'qu
(First conversation)
Lon'qu: ...Virion.
Virion: Why, if it isn't Lon'qu! What a pleasant surprise. And how may I be of service?
Lon'qu: You're a skilled archer, are you not? I need to make use of your arm.
Virion: How could I refuse such eloquent praise? I would be delighted to assist you! But what, pray tell, do you require of me.
Lon'qu: I want you to fire arrows at me.
Virion: Er...my! And why, may I ask, would you make such a rash and reckless request?
Lon'qu: They don't need to be real arrows. Practice arrows will do fine. This sand makes it hard to move. I need to hone my evasive maneuvers.
Virion: Ahh, so this is the method behind your seeming madness? Your diligence, as ever, impresses me deeply. I hold such ambition and determination as yours in high regard indeed! Even a nobleman such as I may learn from your example.
Lon'qu: ...So you'll do it?
Virion: Hmm…
Lon'qu: Delighted to assist me, was it?
Virion: Ah ha ha! Well, of course I am! But please indulge me for a moment first. Pray, look around you—note the sun's rays beating on the sand, the crashing waves... I long to cavort gaily amidst such beauty! ...In a noble and refined fashion, of course. And yet, you would have me participate in a crude display of machismo instead? I cannot help but fear this might cause distress to the many fair maidens present…
Lon'qu: Funny you should mention that. I heard some of the local women talking earlier. They were saying how impressive you look when you fire that bow of yours.
Virion: *Ahem* So! Tell me, Lon'qu, where exactly would you like me to aim?
Lon'qu: ......
(Second conversation)
Virion: Mercy me, however did I allow myself to get caught up in such foolishness? *Sigh* Sometimes my boundless generosity surprises even myself... I must end this quickly, that I may return to the delights of paradise!
Lon'qu: Argh! Damn it! How do you keep hitting me?!
Virion: A lackluster effort, dear friend. Let us try once more.
Lon'qu: Oww!
Virion: Even practice arrows sting when they strike straight and true. Come, end this folly.
Lon'qu: It makes no sense! Even standing in this sand, I should be able to do this!
Virion: Heh... Whether the sport be archery or seduction, I always hit my mark!
Lon'qu: How does the simpering fool always manage to— Argh!
Virion: My dear Lon'qu. Have you yet to see what hinders you? You lack focus, friend! You have done so from the start! It is the warm and pleasant atmosphere of the beach, I imagine. It is causing even one so strenuously uptight as yourself to relax his guard.
Lon'qu: What?!
Virion: It seems I have hit the nail on the head! Like...so!
Lon'qu: Yargh!
Virion: Surely even you have punished yourself enough by now? Shall we end this?
Lon'qu: ...Very well. I must train myself to stop being swayed by distractions. Tell me, how do you stay so focused in a place like this?
Virion: An intriguing question. I believe it is my ability to enter another mental realm. One where I am able to act appropriately, regardless of circumstances. One must remain detached...objective... Therein lies the key.
Lon'qu: Interesting... Sorry to make you do this in the middle of a battle.
Virion: Think nothing of it. It has proved more of a fruitful exercise than I imagined! We must ensure that our post battle frolics are equally fruitful. Share we formulate a plan of approach for the fair maidens on the beach?
Lon'qu: "We"? I don't think so.
Virion: Oh? And why is that? Naturally you'll be joining me!
Lon'qu: I will?
Virion: Surely you don't intend to refuse me after I have assisted you so?
Lon'qu: Rrgh... I...I suppose not...
Virion with Gaius
(First conversation)
Virion: *Slurp* Ahh, nothing quite stirs the soul like a fine cup of tea on the battlefield.
Gaius: Crivens, Virion, are you seriously drinking tea in the middle of a fight? What's wrong with you?
Virion: Ah, hello, Gaius. Even in the throes of battle, one mustn't neglect life's essential pleasures. Though I regret to note that on this occasion, my pleasure is incomplete. Why, you ask? Because I lack a suitable confection to accompany this excellent infusion!
Gaius: Yeah? Well, boohoo for you, I guess. This isn't the time nor the place. Now if you're done waving your pinky in the air, how about getting back into formation?
Virion: Why, from whence comes this unseemly haste? I simply must have my sweet, sir. And I believe that you are the very man to provide it. Bring hither a cake!
Gaius: Are you serious? I think you've confused me with your kitchen boy, fancy man.
Virion: Come now. The entire army knows your pockets are ever abrim with delights!
Gaius: And what if they are? Maybe you missed this the first time; we're in a BATTLE. I don't have time to stand around serving you cakes out of my secret stash. And even if I did—I wouldn't. Sweets as good as mine don't come cheap!
Virion: ...Oh? So you're saying your cakes are of an exceedingly fine quality?
Gaius: You bet your arched eyebrows they are. I've got agents all over, buying up only the very best of the best sweets. It took a lot of hard work to build up those contacts and figure out all the logistics. Not that a pampered noble like you would understand the meaning of hard work…
Virion: Hah! Fair enough. But hmm... How much would it take, I wonder... *Gasp* Where are you going?! Gaius, wait! Come back here! I haven't told you my offer! *Sigh* And with that, he was gone, depriving poor Virion of his just deserts...
(Second conversation)
Virion: Ah, Gaius, my good man. Might I have a word?
Gaius: Huh? Oh. You again.
Virion: The very same! I was hoping we might resolve the matter of my confection.
Gaius: This again? Look, Your Lordship, I'm not your servant. Find another lackey!
Virion: Now, now, Gaius. Don't be so hasty. You have yet to hear my offer.
Gaius: Offer? As in...you give me something I want in exchange?
Virion: Precisely! You present me with a sweet, and I present you with cold, hard coin. Come now. Name your price, and we'll see if the contents of my purse are sufficient.
Gaius: Seven hells, but you nobles are all alike. You think money can buy you anything.
Virion: Well, to be fair, it has seldom failed me in the past... But tell me, Gaius: Are you always this ill tempered?
Gaius: Only when I'm dealing with highborn fools who think they can buy anything they like.
Virion: But highborn or low, where is the harm in offering value for value? You have something I want, yes? I offer to pay you, and you name your price. When someone asks a favor of you, it's only reasonable to expect something in return.
Gaius: All right, fine. You want one of my sweets? Then give me that drool bib of yours. I could do with one of those to keep the jam and crumbs off my clothes.
Virion: ...Drool bib? Are you referring to my velvet cravat? If you are, I'm afraid I must refuse. I cannot part with this.
Gaius: Suit yourself. Then we're done here.
Virion: How unfortunate... *sigh* All I really wanted was to sit down with you for a cup of tea…
Gaius: Huh?
Virion: Though we fight side by side, we've had little time to speak face-to-face. What better occasion than this to rectify such a regrettable omission? What better place than here, on the golden beach, shaded by the swaying palms…
Gaius: *Sigh* If that's what you wanted, why didn't you just say so?
Virion: Am I to take it by your tone that you would look favorably on such a proposal?
Gaius: ...I might.
Virion: Excellent! I have your word then. We'll take tea at the earliest opportunity! ...But not before we've driven away these bothersome brigands. Fair?
Gaius: *Sigh* All right, all right... You've talked me into it.
Virion: Wonderful. Then let us join forces and vanquish these foes!
Gaius: Right with you, Your Lordship.
Stahl with Chrom
(First conversation)
Stahl: Phew. Well, this area's clear.
Chrom: Good work, Stahl. It's nice to know we can always count on you.
Stahl: Just trying to do my part! Against the weaker foes, at least…
Chrom: Don't sell yourself short, Stahl. You've become one of our most reliable soldiers. I often call you are bastion in stormy seas, you know. Others agree.
Stahl: R-really?! I-I'm not used to such praise. You're making me blush! Still, I'm glad you find me useful. I do try to serve best I can…
Chrom: You really need to stop being so modest. Your results speak for themselves.
Stahl: Wow, Chrom, to hear you say that is hugely encouraging. Inspiring, even! From this day on, I solemnly swear to redouble my efforts. I won't rest until I'm the mightiest knight in the halidom!
Chrom: That's the spirit! I'll be following your progress closely. And I have every confidence you'll succeed, Stahl.
Stahl: ...Y-you do? And you'll be following my progress...personally? *Gulp* I...I'm honored that you would place so much faith in me! Honored...and perhaps a little daunted… (S-so...much...pressure...)
Chrom: Stahl, are you all right? You're suddenly covered in sweat and trembling like a leaf.
Stahl: Wh-who, me? No, I'm f-f-fine! J-just my n-n-normal reliable s-self... *Gasp* G-GOTTA GO! B-BYE!
Chrom: ...What's gotten into him?
(Second conversation)
Stahl: *Pant, pant...* *wheeze*
Chrom: Good grief, Stahl. Are you all right?
Stahl: I-I'm fine... *wheeze* Must...defeat...more foes…
Chrom: Wait—don't let them draw you out of formation!
Stahl: But...I have to...kill them all... Can't stop... Must win...single handed…
Chrom: Stahl, get ahold of yourself!
Stahl: Wha—?! I...I'm sorry... I just thought... I mean, I know you're counting on me, so I—
Chrom: Stahl, look at you. You're as tense as a loaded crossbow. It's a wonder you can even move with your neck muscles knotted up like that.
Stahl: S-sorry... I just didn't want to let you down... Not after you put your faith in me...you know?
Chrom: Is that what this is about?
Stahl: Ever since you lavished me with all that praise, I've been very anxious... Becoming the mightiest knight in the halidom is a lot harder than I thought! I'm not so arrogant to think I'd actually live up to that, but I knew I had to try…
Chrom: ...I see. It seems I owe you an apology. I only meant to encourage you—to let you know that your efforts were appreciated. I certainly didn't intend for you to try to take on the enemy single handed!
Stahl: No, of course not... I never should've—
Chrom: Listen, Stahl... It makes no difference to me whether you're the mightiest knight in the realm. What matters is that you're healthy and able to help us win this war. To fight together with us not only as comrades...but as friends.
Stahl: Wow, I... I don't know what to say…
Chrom: Just say that you understand.
Stahl: Oh, I absolutely understand! In fact, I swear upon my family's honor to fight harder than anyone has ever— ...Wait. I'm doing it again. Heh. All right, let's just say this: I promise to do my best to help us get through this war—together.
Chrom: That's more like it.
Stahl: Whew... I have to say, it feels good to get that off my back... My appetites returning already!
Chrom: Ha! Now that's the Stahl I know. It's good to have you back, friend.
Vaike with Frederick
(First conversation)
Vaike: Aw, man, is this great or what? Clear water, blue skies, white sand... Time to finish cleanin' this mess so we can get to havin' fun!
Frederick: Do not allow yourself to be distracted, Vaike. The battle is not won yet. A single moment's lost concentration is all it takes for a soldier to lose his life.
Vaike: You think ol' Teach don't know that? Relax already! Nobody's sayin' we should up and throw a clambake or anything! Would it kill ya to loosen your codpiece and enjoy life a little?
Frederick: It very well might. I remind you again—we are in the midst of battle.
Vaike: At ease, Commander Killjoy! Ya gotta learn to lighten up! Just 'cause ya dress like a tin can don't mean ya gotta be as stiff as one. Heck, maybe that's the problem right there—it's like a million degrees out! You should try bein' like Teach here. Lose the armor, and get some air!
Frederick: You presume to know the discomfort of armor? You who wear almost none?
Vaike: Hey, just 'cause I don't know what it feels like in there don't mean I ain't right! Bah, I'm done listenin' to you anyhow. All the Vaike hears is the sweet call of the sea!
Frederick: ......
Vaike: What's with the grimace? You getting' constipated or somethin'?
Frederick: Very well. If this is how it must be…
Vaike: Finally comin' around to Teach's way of thinkin', huh? All right! Let's get ya outta—
Frederick: Unhand me and stand to attention, soldier!
Vaike: Huh? What's with you all of a sudden? Did all that sun finally get to ya?
Frederick: Your slovenly soldering will disgrace this army no longer! You will learn the focus and resolve of a warrior, or you will die trying! The road to discipline begins here!
Vaike: You gotta be kiddin' me...
(Second conversation)
Vaike: *Pant* *huff* *gasp* Can't believe...the Vaike is havin' to...run laps in the sand like this... Who woulda thought Frederick could be...so punishing…
Frederick: I don't recall ordering you to take a break! Keep those feet moving, soldier! One and two and one and two!
Vaike: Eh?! How are ya always...right behind me? How do ya...keep up in that armor?
Frederick: You're wasting valuable breath, soldier! One and two and one and two! Keep it up!
Vaike: But this sand's so damn...deep...*gasp* I can barely lift my...legs…
Frederick: Precisely. Running through sand punishes the muscles of the lower body. That is why it presents such a fantastic training opportunity.
Vaike: But...*huff*...dammit, it...hurts... I can barely...move... -collapses off screen, then comes back- Urgh... Just gonna...rest for a second... The Vaike's...*pant*...his his limit... *Wheeze*
Frederick: It is only by pushing beyond one's limit that new strength can be attained. You wish to become stronger, do you not? Then you cannot waste this opportunity. Back at it, soldier!
Vaike: B-but I've been running for hours! I must be plenty strong by...now... *Pant* *gasp* P-please... The Vaike's beggin' you... Just lemme...take a quick dip... Between the sweat and the sun, I'm gonna shrivel up and die here!
Frederick: *Sigh* Very well. I suppose it can't be helped.
Vaike: R-really...?! You're gonna...let ol' Teach cool off in the drink...?
Frederick: But of course. If you'll just strap these weights on for me first…
Vaike: Oh, for the love of the gods!
Vaike with Stahl
(First conversation)
Vaike: Ain't over there... And it sure ain't over here... Did it get swept out to sea...? Nah, it couldn't have—I had it when I sliced that brigand! Man, this is drivin' me nuts... Did it get buried in the sand? Like, so covered I can't even see it? I know you're somewhere on this beach, baby! The Vaike'll find ya somehow! Man, Teach ain't got time to waste... Time to break out the ol' Clearcutter!
Stahl: Vaike, there's a battle going on! What are you doing over here?
Vaike: I lost my better half! She's gotta be buried here somewhere…
Stahl: Oh? You lost your axe again, huh? Did you try looking—
Vaike: Quiet! The Vaike can handle this! Just gotta get rid of this sand with the Clearcutter…
Stahl: Clearcutter... That's one of your special moves, right? And how does it go again?
Vaike: Huh? Well, I just grip the ol' axe low, like this, and start a-spinnin'!
Stahl: You grip your axe, huh? And what was it you were looking for again?
Vaike: You take a blow to the head, Stahl? I just told you! My beloved— ...Oh.
Stahl: You've been holding it the entire time.
Vaike: I have, huh... Uh, I mean—whoa! Where'd ya come from, baby?
Stahl: I just told you, you were holding it the entir—
Vaike: Then why in the seven halls didn't ya say so in the first place?
Stahl: I didn't think I needed to! It was right there in your hand!
Vaike: You don't get it, huh? This axe is like a part of the Vaike! How's a guy supposed to notice somethin' that's always there? I mean, I bet you just never up and think, "Whoa, here are my arms!"
Stahl: Uh...no. No, I don't... But I think I get what you're saying. Sometimes my weapon feels like a part of me too…
Vaike: It does, huh? Then how come you ain't holdin' it?
Stahl: Huh? It's right— Hey! My lance!
Vaike: See? I bet it's buried in the sand somewhere! Hah!
(Second conversation)
Stahl: Vaike, I found it! I found my lance! See that umbrella over there? Look familiar?
Vaike: Huh? The brigands are usin' it as an umbrella pole? Wish I thought of that…
Stahl: That lance has saved countless lives! It can't be used to prop up an umbrella!
Vaike: Well, that's why ya gotta respect your weapon! Ya can't let it outta your sight!
Stahl: Huh? You're one to talk! *sigh* Anyway, what are we going to do?
Vaike: Whaddya think we're gonna do? Bash some heads and get it back, of course!
Stahl: I guess so. I'd never be able to look you in the eye again otherwise…
Vaike: Huh? What's this got to do with the Vaike?
Stahl: Come on, Vaike! Don't tell me you've forgotten? Don't you remember the promise we made? Right after we joined the Shepherds?
Vaike: Oh, that? Yeah, some sappy junk about always bein' there for each other, right?
Stahl: Uh, no... Has the heat gone to your head or something?
Vaike: Nah, ol' Teach is just messin' with ya. Of course I remember! I crossed my axe with your lance, and we vowed to become great warriors together!
Stahl: Exactly! So to lose the very weapon I swore upon would be to fail completely in my vow.
Vaike: Hey, if you're a failure for losin' a weapon once, what does that say about me?
Stahl: Heh. It says we both still have a long way to go…
Vaike: Exactly. So let's get started by moppin' up these chumps!
Stahl: Good point. This great warrior stuff comes one victory at a time, after all.
Vaike: From your lips to Naga's ears, hah! Now let's go crack some skulls!
Stahl: I'm right behind you!
Vaike with Ricken
(First conversation)
Vaike: Cripes, this heat is stiflin'...Makes ya wanna hop right in the drink, don't it?
Ricken: Uh-huh... Sure…
Vaike: Hey, are you even listenin'? ...Wait, yer readin' a book? Here?!
Ricken: I've got a lot of studying to do! I can't afford to fall behind.
Vaike: Lemme tell ya, kid—readin' books ain't gonna cause no sudden growth spurts.
Ricken: Huh? What's that got to do with anything? Reading won't stunt my growth, either!
Vaike: Yeah, maybe not. But you could be usin' that time to pump iron!
Ricken: And I could be using THIS time to study! Would you let me study in peace?
Vaike: Fine, but don't come cryin' to me when your brain boils over!
Ricken: Forunately, my head's not filled with soup like yours.
Vaike: Hey! I happen to like soup!
Ricken: *Sigh* But I do know what you mean... I know I won't get to be like Chrom just by reading books all the time. Books won't make me as strong or as handsome or as kind…
Vaike: It's always Chrom, Chrom, Chrom with you, ain't it? Don't you have any love for the Vaike?
Ricken: Huh? Well, I mean...you're pretty buff, I guess? That's kinda admirable…
Vaike: Gee, thanks, kid. I'm touched. But all right, let's see... If ya wanna get stronger, why don't ya try liftin' that big 'ol book while you read it? You can work your arms while ya work your brain—two birds, one stone!
Ricken: That's actually not a bad idea...especially coming from you!
Vaike: See? Maybe Teach's head ain't so full of soup after all! ...Wait, whaddya mean especially comin' from me?!
Ricken: Heh heh. I'm just messing around. Come on, why don't we both give it a try?
Vaike: ...All right. Gimme one of them fancy books of yours. Somethin' heavy. Maybe Teach can learn a thing or two while he's doin' reps!
Ricken: Sure! We can both try to make up for our respective shortcomings. I'll work on improving my strength...and you can focus on fixing your mental deficiencies!
Vaike: Sounds like a pl— HEEEY, wait a minute!
(Second conversation)
Ricken: Eleven...Twelve... *pant* Phew... Working out while reading is a lot harder than I thought it'd be. The words all blur together... Just looking at them is giving me a headache! Hmm... Oh, I know! I'll just lay the book flat on the ground and do push-ups over it! Okay... One, and... Two... No, this is even worse. My sweat is dripping all over the pages.
Vaike: Greetings, dear Ricken!
Ricken: Hey, Vaike. Man, this whole reading-and-working-out thing is a real pain. Hey, wait a second—why are you talking like that?
Vaike: Why, whatever do ya mean, my good lad?
Ricken: A-are you okay?
Vaike: Me? I feel wondrous! I assure you there is no cause for alarm.
Ricken: I think there is—you sound like you've swallowed a dictionary!
Vaike: Ha! The Vai—I mean, I—have educated myself by reading the book you lent me. Did you know that the three fundamental types of magic are fire, wind, and thunder?
Ricken: Of course I knew that!
Vaike: Additionally, there is dark magic, which cannot be cast by conventional sorcerers. It is said that the people of Plegia are especially adept at using dark magic.
Ricken: Yes, it is—by everybody who knows anything! But, hmm... It does seem like you've been studying hard. If you keep this up, soon no one'll need me around anymore…
Vaike: It is indeed true that I have found great stimulation in the world of scholarship. Why, I may even be tempted to lay down my axe and pursue a life of study! Heh he— Ugh!
Ricken: Huh? Vaike? Vaike! He...he just collapsed! Vaike?! Speak to me!
Vaike: Unnnnngh... Head...hurts... Like wakin' from a nightmare…
Ricken: Whoa. Maybe your brain got overloaded by the sudden rush of activity... Like, it shut down from having absorbed more information than it can process…
Vaike: Huh? The Vaike's what did what, now? You sayin' you know somethin'?
Ricken: Umm... No! No, I...I have no idea. I just found you lying here... Really.
Vaike: Huh! Well, whatever. Ol' Teach is feelin' right after that little nap! Let's get back to kickin' brigand butt, shall we?
Ricken: S-sure, let's do that! (I think I'll just keep this little episode to myself...)
Miriel with Sumia
(First conversation)
Miriel: ...... ...... ......
Sumia: Er... Miriel?
Miriel: I am quite well, thank you.
Sumia: O-oh, really? That's good to hear. ...But what I was actually going to ask is: Why are you staring at me like that?
Miriel: I would prefer it if you refrained from addressing me directly. It is imperative that you pretend I'm not here, or the results will be compromised.
Sumia: The results? What results?
Miriel: The results of my observations, of course.
Sumia: Observations...? Er, what observations?
Miriel: I'm trying to determine if you are a simple clod, or if your clumsiness is in fact an act. Dissimulation intended to elicit attention and sympathy from male colleagues.
Sumia: What?! You think I PRETEND to fall over just for attention? That is so unfair! I'm a little clumsy sometimes, but never on purpose, and never EVER to attract men!
Miriel: You seem defensive, but I mean you no offense. I find it admirable that you can turn an apparent failing to your advantage.
Sumia: B-but I don't! I'm not that kind of person!
Miriel: Fascinating. You seem sincere. Perhaps the behavior is induced subconsciously. Could this be evidence of a naturally occurring reproductive strategy? It's hardly difficult to deduce how such a solution would self-perpetuate. Displays of helplessness serve to attract mates of a protective predisposition. This in turn increases the likelihood of infant survival... It's really quite simple.
Sumia: Um...what?
Miriel: Please continue. Pay me no mind. I must see your charms in action.
Sumia: All right, Miriel, that's enough! I don't LIKE being a klutz, okay? I hate it!
Miriel: Good, good! The quivering lip, the tearful eyes... These are powerful signals. Males of the requisite predisposition will begin to congregate around you shortly.
Sumia: GAH! Miriel! You can be SUCH a— Whoooa-AAARGH!
Miriel: Sumia?
Sumia: Now look what you made me do! I'm absolutely COVERED in sand.
Miriel: Truly fascinating...
(Second conversation)
Miriel: Sumia.
Sumia: What do you want? ...You're not here to stare at me again, are you?
Miriel: That won't be necessary. I have amassed all the data I require. The evidence is overwhelming. All that remains is for me to deliver my conclusion.
Sumia: Your...conclusion?
Miriel: My objective was to determine whether or not your frequent pratfalls were deliberate. The inescapable conclusion is that they are.
Sumia: Wha—?! No way! Y-you've made a mistake! You must have!
Miriel: I'm afraid not. Did I not observe you practicing your poses before a mirror earlier?
Sumia: *Gasp*
Miriel: You were plainly trying to determine the angle from which you looked most pitiable. Now, come! Confess all! The role of the bumbling clod is naught but pretense! A ruse subtly and deliberately enacted to attract the attentions of men!
Sumia: Miriel... Why, you... Tee hee hee hee hee... BWAH HA HA HA HA HAH! Very well! I confess! Every word you say is true! And I would've gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for your meddling experiments! My clumsiness, the silly flower fortunes...all of them carefully calculated lies. Every bumbling pratfall, every empty-headed utterance...meant only to attract men. But don't think I'm sorry. No, not one bit! All's fair in love and war, sister. A girl has the right to use every weapon in her arsenal. EVERY ONE!
Miriel: ...Indeed. It is as I long suspected.
Sumia: And you just HAD to go and find me out, didn't you? But now you know something you weren't supposed to know... And I'm going to have to make sure no one else ever learns my secret!
Miriel: Wh-whatever do you m-mean? ...What do you intend to do?!
Sumia: Hee hee! You're the clever one. Why don't YOU figure it out? Do you REALLY think I'm going to let you blab this to everyone in the army?
Miriel: B-but...surely you wouldn't...? Not that? Y-you're not the type... Ugh... Uwaaargh... M-my head is starting to spin... My vision grows blurred... I hear voices...in the distance…
Sumia: —iriel? –hear me? Miriel?! Miriel, are you okay?! MIRIEL?!
Miriel: ...WAH! Who—? What—? What just happened to me?
Sumia: I don't know! You said you were feeling light headed, and then you keeled over! I was so worried... It looked like you'd seen a ghost or something!
Miriel: You tended to me as I lay unconscious?
Sumia: Of course! Friends are supposed to look after each other, right?
Miriel: Did I...? Did I just imagine all that? About your...dissimulation?
Sumia: My dissimu-what? What are you talking about?
Miriel: Oh...heh... N-nothing at all... Please ignore me. No, of course not... How could one so guileless ever hope to maintain an elaborate charade? Sumia, I am truly sorry I doubted you, even if it was in the midst of a feverish vision.
Sumia: Er, sure? But I don't know why you're apologizing... But hey, look! The color's come back into your cheeks! You're going to be just fine.
Miriel: Yes, I feel much improved already. You have my gratitude, Sumia.
Sumia: Hey, anytime!
Miriel with Maribelle
(First conversation)
Maribelle: Oh my... This heat is absolutely, unutterably unbearable! What have I done to the gods to deserve such unjust punishment? Do they mean to blemish my perfect, porcelain skin with this scorching sun? Or do they think my darling, dainty parasol enough to fend off these ravaging rays? And to add insult to injury, I must watch these fools frolic in the sand like children? The heat has clearly melted away what little reason they had in the first place... Wouldn't you agree, Miriel?
Miriel: ......
Maribelle: *Sigh* Deep in study again, aren't you? I must say I admire your strength of will, maintaining focus in the infernal heat... Or have you cast some sort of spell to keep yourself cool?
Miriel: No such spell exists. I simply cannot squander the opportunity to study this behavior in the field.
Maribelle: And what behavior might that be?
Miriel: The loss of human inhibition in response to intense sunlight. It is truly an intriguing phenomenon.
Maribelle: Well, it certainly has me baffled…
Miriel: Clearly, participant observation is the logical next step. Only experimental evidence can provide the further inside I need.
Maribelle: Are you saying you're going to gather data by playing on the beach? *Sigh* A brain the size of a planet, and even you can't help acting like a simpleton... Well, at least we have some evidence that you may be human after all…
Miriel: I shall begin by cavorting with the brigands encamped along the beach here. (leaves)
Maribelle: You'll what?! Miriel, wait! It isn't safe! Get back here!
(Second conversation)
Maribelle: Miriel! Are you all right?
Miriel: Yes, I am fine. But I failed to collect any meaningful data.
Maribelle: It wasn't your research I was concerned about…
Miriel: The subjects surrounded me and subjected me to some form of primitive social ritual. They asked meaningless questions about my birth sign and place of origin. I grew tired of being addressed as "baby" and fought my way clear.
Maribelle: I see... Well, we can be thankful that you came away unscathed at least.
Miriel: Such simplistic creatures couldn't harm me if they tried.
Maribelle: Heh. I suppose you're right.
Miriel: But it seems I must reevaluate my data-gathering approach.
Maribelle: Perhaps I can be of assistance. May I help you with your research after the battle?
Miriel: I fail to see what scientific value your complaints about the heat will bring…
Maribelle: Hmph! That's hardly fair. You wish to see what it's like to enjoy the sun, do you not? Well, running like a ninny through the sand and surf is not the only way to do it! I shall teach you a more sophisticated way to appreciate these tropical climes.
Miriel: Hmm... There may be value in such an approach. Very well—I accept your offer.
Kellam with Frederick
(First conversation)
Frederick: Hello, Kellam.
Kellam: Y-you noticed me standing here? I guess nothing gets by the great Frederick, huh?
Frederick: What are you talking about? You were standing in plain sight.
Kellam: Well, as you probably know by now, I tend to...lack a strong presence. So, uh...thanks.
Frederick: It isn't you who should be thanking me, Kellam. Your presence is always felt. And more than that, it is greatly valued. I cannot count the number of times you have come to my aid in battle.
Kellam: Wow... It means a lot to me to hear you say that.
Frederick: I only wish that others among our number were as reliable as you. And as vigilant…
Kellam: Why, has something happened?
Frederick: Local miscreants have been spotted near the camp. I fear they are poised to take advantage of the distraction caused by the brigands. It is up to the likes of you and I to remain wary and ever vigilant.
Kellam: Well, you can count on me!
Solider: Forgive the interruption, sir! There's been an incident…
Frederick: What manner of incident?
Soldier: A burglary, sir! ...All of our swimsuits have been stolen!
Frederick: Damn them. It's just as I suspected... Cowards and opportunists!
Kellam: The miscreants you mentioned?
Frederick: It would seem so. Men, lead me to the crime scene.
Kellam: Wait. I'm coming too!
(Second conversation)
Frederick: Take the prisoner away. See that justice is done.
Soldier: Yes, sir! Thank you for your help, sir!
Frederick: .....It is you they should be thanking, Kellam. You certainly have my gratitude.
Kellam: Oh, I...I didn't really…
Frederick: Please. No need for modesty. You caught the culprit singlehanded. Had he escaped, it would have been a huge embarrassment for us all.
Kellam: W-well, I'm just happy to have been useful for once…
Frederick: And yet...I still cannot fathom how you apprehended the rogue with such ease…
Kellam: Well, that's... It's like I was saying... I don't have much of a presence... I was standing outside the tent, and he came out and walked right past me. He was looking really shifty, making sure he wasn't being followed... But he didn't seem to notice me at all, so I just walked up and grabbed him…
Frederick: Intriguing. This lack of presence of yours is beginning to seem like a rare talent!
Kellam: I...I dunno about that…
Frederick: And this is not the first time. Did a bandit not once infiltrate the Shepherds' garrison? It was you who captured him, was it not?
Kellam: Oh, right. Yeah. I was napping in the barracks, and the guy didn't see me…
Frederick: Then we Shepherds have had reason to give thanks for your gift more than once. Kellam, may your gods-given lack of presence continue to protect us all!
Kellam: Um... Thanks? Never thought I'd hear anyone talk about it quite like that...
Donnel with Virion
(First conversation)
Donnel: ......
Virion: I am warm enough without the heat of your gaze, Donnel. Can I help you?
Donnel: No, sir! I was just admirin' yer noble fanciness, is all. Reckon there ain't nobody dresses as nice, nor walks and talks quite the way ya do. I'm awfully sorry for gapin', but we don't see so many folks like you back where I'm from.
Virion: Ah! Of course I understand, Donnel. Your reaction is entirely natural. I was born into nobility and raised to take pride in my breeding. One might even say that I am the perfect gentleman! So I daresay I cut a rather awe-inspiring figure to the likes of your good self…
Donnel: Wow, you're as confident as a bull in a rut! I sure do wish I could be just like ya!
Virion: Do you indeed? Then I suspect you do not know the true burden of high birth.
Donnel: Ya don't say?
Virion: I do. While it is proper for you to envy your betters, you're seeing only the surface. Yes, it is true we nobles live in a world of splendor and majesty... We dress in the finest clothes... We cavort with the finest of maidens... We feast upon the finest delicacies! And all with the utmost ease and grace. I imagine a commoner like yourself often dreams of such a seemingly charmed life.
Donnel: You bet yer right arm I do!
Virion: Ahh, dear, simple Donnel... Would that my life were as carefree as you imagine it. But alas, no. When we next speak, I shall tell you the other side of this sad tale…
Donnel: Well, shoot, I don't rightly know what yer talkin' about, but sure! Much obliged!
(Second conversation)
Donnel: If yer still fixin' to tell me more about bein' a bigwig, Virion, I'd sure like to hear it!
Virion: Ah, but of course. I promised to tell you of the woes of noble birth. Very well... Now, I suspect you have often bemoaned the idleness of the ruling classes, yes?
Donnel: Sure have! We simple folk work doggone hard from cocks crow to sundown! But ain't one of us could afford to buy so much as a simple crown or carriage or…
Virion: I sympathize deeply, of course. But do you really think we nobles are without hardship?
Donnel: Hardship like hoein' turnips till yer back's fit to break, ya mean? I sorta doubt it…
Virion: As I have stated, I am sympathetic to the daily tribulations of the peasantry. But you must understand—we nobles spend our days with our very lives on the line!
Donnel: Yer very lives, huh?
Virion: Indeed. We are expected to protect our subjects, no matter what the cost. In times of conflict, we stand on the front lines with our weapons drawn. We must be a shield to protect the people. And at times, we must die for them. This is our duty. And it is one we may neither shirk not shrink from. Such is the burden of nobility.
Donnel: I reckon I can see what yer getting' at... So yer lives may look mighty easy, but all that lollygaggin' comes at a price?
Virion: Precisely, my dear Donnel! I am so pleased that you understand!
Donnel: So yer like heroes, huh? Chargin' to the rescue when the common folk are in danger! Well, shuck my corn, I oughta tell ya that makes me feel a dang sight safer. It's mighty nice knowin' yer all set to throw down yer life for me at the drop of a hat!
Virion: P-pardon me?! Why would I—?!
Donnel: Why, 'cause I'm a lowly, hard-workin' peasant, and yer a big, mighty lord! Weren't ya just sayin' how it's yer duty to protect us little folks?
Virion: Ah, well, I should clarify that a nobleman's duty is to the peasants of his fief—
Donnel: Yee-haw, it sure is a load off knowin' I got my own personal bodyguard! Thanks for lookin' out for me, Yer Honor! And keep up the good work!
Virion: N-no, Donnel, you misunderstand, I— ...And he's gone. *Sigh* It seems we still have a few misconceptions to address...
Donnel with Gregor
(First conversation)
Donnel: *Siiigh*
Gregor: Oy, what is meaning of deep sigh, little farming friend?
Donnel: Oh, howdy, Gregor. I was just ponderin' stuff, is all. Seein' this pretty ocean got me to thinkin'...
Gregor: Such melancholy is not usual behavior for you, yes? Come, share thoughts with Gregor. Soon we will be kissing sadness good-bye!
Donnel: That's awful kind of ya, but...well, okay. I s'pose I can chat to ya for a bit. The thing is, I'm wonderin', Gregor... What do ya think about war?
Gregor: War? Hmm, is quite tall philosophical question... Why are you asking?
Donnel: Well, the thing is, I pretty much hate it. War done killed my pa, and the folks in my village are strugglin' just to survive... And they ain't the only ones, neither. People all over the world are sufferin'.
Gregor: Yes, is very sad truth, unfortunately…
Donnel: But at the same time, I been meetin' all kinds'a fine folks durin' this campaign... Roamin' the world, goin' on adventures... Doin' lotsa stuff I never done before…
Gregor: Indeed, Gregor is feeling same way.
Donnel: It's the change of a lifetime is what it is, but it only came my way 'cause of the war. So it's got me wonderin': Should I be thankin' the war instead'a cursin' it?
Gregor: Hmm. Is difficult question you are posing... Gregor will need some time to consider.
Donnel: Sure. I ain't in no hurry. What say we both chew it over for a spell?
(Second conversation)
Gregor: Mmm... Is very beautiful ocean... When Gregor is gazing upon blue waters, he is for short time forgetting about war.
Donnel: Hey there, Gregor. Speakin' of war…
Gregor: Ah, yes. Is ethical problem from before. Gregor has spent much time considering, but sadly, answer has not arrived…
Donnel: Well, I gots another question for ya. I hope ya don't think I'm bein' rude, but...yer what they call a sellsword, right? Doesn't that mean ya actually NEED wars just to put bread on the table?
Gregor: Unhappily, what you say is truth. But often, Gregor, too, is needing rest from bloodshed. Many times, in fact, he is thinking to himself that no more war would be a good thing.
Donnel: Really? Even for you?
Gregor: Yes, even for Gregor, fearless and extremely handsome sellsword! He has been doing this job for a very long time, you know? But even Gregor must eat, yes? So for coin, he does what he does best. But now, he is very often thinking...maybe time has come for putting down sword and picking up plowshare. Of course, Gregor is also happy that in war, he has met many good friends…
Donnel: Well, I'll be! I didn't realize you were thinkin' of turnin' yer hand to farmin'... Y'know what? I just had me a great idea! Once this war's over, why don't ya come back and live in my village?
Gregor: ...Live in your village? Gregor could do this?
Donnel: Sure! Ya could come help out on the farm! Y'know, plowin' fields, harvestin' crops...that sorta thing.
Gregor: Hmm... Is nice idea, but...your village was almost destroyed by fighting, yes? Perhaps fellow villagers won't take kindly to nasty sellsword living next door…
Donnel: Aw, don't worry 'bout that. Us farmers always welcome an extra pair'a hands! Yer background won't matter none, and I'd vouch for ya in any case.
Gregor: Hm, yes... Gregor is thinking this idea perhaps not so bad! Young Donnel is very lucky to have a warm home to return to. Gregor, he not so lucky. He is like rolling stone with no place for feather in hat, yes? Anyway, Gregor is honored by little farming friend's offer. He will consider seriously.
Donnel: Yee-haw! Once yer mind's made up, you just let me know, friend.
Lon'qu with Libra
(First conversation)
Lon'qu: Libra. There you are.
Libra: Good day, Lon'qu. Can I help you with something?
Lon'qu: Drop the pretense—I want the same thing as you. Come and fight me!
Libra: What?! Where is this coming from?
Lon'qu: I've been watching you for some time. You style yourself a peace-loving man of the cloth. But your love of battle is as plain as the nose on your face. I know you lust for greater strength, just as I do!
Libra: Is this really what you see in me?
Lon'qu: Stop this foolish charade and draw your weapon. You can cover yourself in all the white robes and piety you like. It won't hide the bloodlust in your eyes!
Libra: I'm sorry, Lon'qu, but I decline.
Lon'qu: What?! Why? Do you not think of me a worthy rival? Am I not capable of challenging you?
Libra: Quite the opposite. I fear you may have overestimated me. I'm no power-hungry lover of war. I am a servant of the gods. I fight to protect mankind, and nothing else.
Lon'qu: Truly?
Libra: Truly. I'm honored that you consider me a warrior worthy of challenging. But I'm afraid I have no interest in dueling. Now, if you'll excuse me…
Lon'qu: ......
(Second conversation)
Lon'qu: So this is where you've been hiding.
Libra: What is it now, Lon'qu? If it's about our previous conversation, I told you—
Lon'qu: You told me nothing. I need to know the truth behind the fire in your eyes... You can't tell me that the fury you show on the battlefield is born of mere piety. So tell me the truth, or you'll face me in battle. It's as simple as that!
Libra: And what do you hope to gain by badgering me into fighting you? Please. You've exhausted my patience. Leave me in peace.
Lon'qu: ......
Libra: Are you really so desperate to know my past? Fine. If you insist. Although I suspect you've guessed one part of my story already.
Lon'qu: And what part might that be?
Libra: That while I now serve the gods with all my heart, I wasn't always so...priestly. My parents never wanted me, never warmed me, and abandoned me at a young age. I can't say the the childhood that followed was a happy one…
Lon'qu: ......
Libra: Perhaps some bitterness still lurks in the heart that beats beneath these robes. Maybe it's the dark shadow of my youth that manifests itself on the battlefield…
Lon'qu: It seems you and I really aren't so different after all.
Libra: Oh?
Lon'qu: I have a past I'm not so keen on discussing, either. I carry the same darkness as you…
Libra: Lon'qu…
Lon'qu: But you...you're strong enough to keep that darkness buried deep within you. It's that strength of will that gives you such power on the battlefield.
Libra: Heh... That's certainly an interpretation I'd like to believe.
Lon'qu: I'm glad I understand the foundation of your strength now. But I'm sorry for forcing you to speak of such painful memories.
Libra: There's no need to apologize. It's not a story I can share with just anyone... I feel better having been able to talk about it with you.
Lon'qu: Then I'm glad. If there's ever anything you want to say, know that you can say it to me.
Libra: Thank you, Lon'qu.
Ricken with Chrom
(First conversation)
Ricken: Hey, Chrom! Wait up!
Chrom: What is it, Ricken?
Ricken: You've got sand on your shoulder guard. Here, let me brush it off.
Chrom: Oh, I see. Thank you, Ricken. All done?
Ricken: Yep, just like new! Say, can I see your sword?
Chrom: All right, but just for a second. I'm kind of using it at the moment.
Ricken: ...I knew it. See here? That's rust. Let me give it a quick polish here…
Chrom: Look, Ricken, I'm very grateful, but this isn't exactly the best timing... In any case, why the sudden concern? What's this about?
Ricken: Well, you know how I look up to you and want to be like you when I get older, right? I figure if I help you out with odd jobs here and there, we might end up forming a bond! And the closer we get, the better I can understand what it takes to be like you.
Chrom: Er, I see... But, Ricken, I'm not sure brushing sand off me in the midst of battle is the best way—
Ricken: Oh, but it totally IS! And I'll prove it! I'm going to keep it up, no matter what!
Chrom: *Sigh* If you insist. But can I at least have |my sword back?
Ricken: Oh, right. Here you go. Now let's go fight! And don't you worry about sand anymore!
(Second conversation)
Ricken: *Pant, pant*
Chrom: Ricken, are you all right?
Ricken: *Gasp* Oh, yep! Definitely! Never been better! Just sticking close and watching your back, like I said I would!
Chrom: You sure you're not overdoing it? It's much hotter here than in Ylisse. And trudging through this sand is hard work, even without full battle gear. I won't want you to wear yourself out trying to keep up with me.
Ricken: I'm okay, I swear! Completely fine! I...I'm going to stick with you no matter what... Even if the battle goes on and on...and on...and you move...so fast...I'm gonna...stick... Unnngh…
Chrom: Ricken!
Ricken: ...Huh? Oh, man! Did I pass out? I'm really sorry, Chrom…
Chrom: No need to apologize. You just need to remember that you're still young. There are limits to how far you can push yourself—physically AND mentally…
Ricken: Curses…
Chrom: Not what you wanted to hear, I know.
Ricken: No. Not really.
Chrom: Look, I know this is hard, especially coming from someone you look up to. But you have to accept the fact that you're too young to do everything you want to. You have to take things one step at a time. You can't rush things. After all, knowing your limitations is an important part of becoming a man.
Ricken: So you're saying I should just accept the fact that I'm still a kid…
Chrom: I am. But don't worry—you're here because you're already strong for your age. And you're only going to get stronger. You just have to be patient. Anyway, you can go on fighting at my side, but only if you try not to overdo it. Deal?
Ricken: ...Okay, deal!
Chrom: Good. Now, you ready to get back to it? We've got some brigands to deal with.
Ricken: Yeah. Th-thanks, Chrom. I won't let you down!
Chrom: Attaboy!
Ricken: H-hey! Hands off the hair! If you want to tousle something, get a lapdog! Yeesh. I may be a kid, but I still have my pride, you know…
Chrom: Ha ha! Sounds like you've fully recovered. All right, Ricken—I'm counting on you!
Ricken: Right!
Maribelle with Sumia
(First conversation)
Maribelle: Strange. I can't shake the uncomfortable feeling that someone is staring at me. Perhaps here on this golden sand, I've caught the eye of a hot-blooded gallant... The sun beats down mercilessly, yet it pales in comparison to the heat of his gaze. Hee hee! Oh, Maribelle, you've still got the power to inflame men's passions...Hm? What was that? I could've sworn I heard a soft clunk.
Sumia: Oww! Stupid coconut…
Maribelle: Sumia?! Dear girl, what in the world are you doing hiding behind that palm tree? ...Is that a notebook in your hand? Whatever are you writing?
Sumia: Writing? Me? Er, I wasn't writing, exactly... Just taking some notes, that's all…
Maribelle: So it was YOU who was staring at me so intently?! All right, what's this about? Come now, girl. Out with it!
Sumia: Well, er...I'm not sure if you ever noticed, but...I'm kind of a klutz.
Maribelle: Noticed? I'm quite certain every single person in this army has noticed.
Sumia: Right... So...I'm trying to be more useful to people. To not get in their way all the time. In short, I'm trying to be more like you. You're always so calm and poised, and ever so graceful... I thought I could observe you and, you know, maybe pick up a few pointers.
Maribelle: I see! That's most admirable, Sumia. Self-improvement should never be discouraged. And yet I wonder at your decidedly ambitious choice of role model... Might it not be a bit more practical to set yourself a more...attainable goal?
Sumia: Oh, I know I'll never reach your level. But I want to learn from the best!
Maribelle: *Ahem* Indeed. You are wiser than you appear... Very well, I shall instruct you in the ways of the noblewoman. Lesson one: poise! A noblewoman never allows herself to become flustered.
Sumia: W-wait! I don't have my pen ready! Argh! And I dropped my notebook in the sand! Okay, okay, just a sec. "Flustered = bad." ...Oh, gods! How do you spell that again?! Is it with an "f" or a "ph"? Ugh, I'm falling behind! This is no good! Somebody HELP! *Huff, huff*
Maribelle: *Sigh* Let's forget poise for now and move on to lesson two, shall we? Attire. Attire is extremely important. A lady must always be impeccably dressed.
Sumia: Right... *scribble, scribble*
Maribelle: Those two are the basics, I'd say. The foundations upon which the edifice of noblewomanhood is built.
Sumia: Great! I think I can remember all that! Poise and clothes! No problem!
Maribelle: But, dear, I've hardly begun! There's so much more you need to—
Sumia: Thanks for the help, Maribelle! I don't care what anyone says—you're the greatest! (leaves)
Maribelle: Good gods, did she just run off? Whatever could've possessed her? And why am I entirely certain she's entirely misinterpreted my teachings...?
(Second conversation)
Maribelle: Sumia! There you are. Tell me, how goes the self-improvement? I trust you've been putting my lessons into practice with great success?
Sumia: I've been trying, but...to be honest, it hasn't been going all that well... Okay, it's been going horribly.
Maribelle: I wish I could say I was surprised…
Sumia: I tried to polish my armor, but I rubbed boot blacking on it by mistake... And I was so flustered about my attire that I fell and dropped an armful of lances. Oh, b-but they didn't get damaged or anything! They're just...sandy, is all.
Maribelle: *Sigh* In the field of clumsiness, you are a true innovator, my dear. It's akin to genius. But tell me, is that all that went wrong? If so, you needn't worry yourself over it. After the battle, I'll clean your armor and brush the sand from the lances.
Sumia: N-no! You mustn't!
Maribelle: But, Sumia, dear, we can't very well leave things as they are.
Sumia: I know! But I'll never learn if I don't clean up after my own mistakes. Please, Maribelle. Just give me a bit of time, and I'll make it all right again.
Maribelle: Sumia…
Sumia: I know I'm a complete clod, and I'm sorry if it holds things up, but pleeeeeease?
Maribelle: *Sigh* As you wish. It's really not my place to deny you permission, in any case. You're your own woman, after all. You must do as you see fit. I, meanwhile, must lend you moral support and what advice I may—as a friend should.
Sumia: ...A f-friend? Really?! You're SO kind, Maribelle!
Maribelle: Should you...stumble upon anything you can't handle, you need only ask for help.
Sumia: Got it! I'll do that for sure! Okay, I'm off! Bye! (leaves)
Maribelle: Hee hee. She has spirit—I'll give her that. Perhaps she's not a lost cause after all... Give her a year or two, and who knows what she might accomplish!
Sumia: Oww! My knee! Who left this stupid coconut here?!
Maribelle: *Ahem* Perhaps we should make that three or four years...
Panne with Sully
(First conversation)
Sully: I've never told anyone this, but...I love rabbits. Big fan.
Panne: That was...out of the blue. What is this about?
Sully: It's true. I used to have one for a pet when I was a kid. She kicked the bucket, though. Nothing crazy—just got old. It was like losing family, though. Real tough. After that, I made do with a stuffed rabbit. I'd take her to bed with me every night.
Panne: ...I still don't understand why you're telling me this. Are you trying to convince me of something? Perhaps that under that bluff, mannish exterior, you're as girly as the next woman?
Sully: What? No, nothing of the sort! Where'd you get that fool idea?
Panne: Then what AM I supposed to make of your ridiculous story? Are you saying you want me to take the place of your pet rabbit?
Sully: NO! Dammit, why does there have to be a reason?! I was just feeling nostalgic, that's all. When I saw you, I thought of my bunny. It popped into my head all of a sudden, so I went and blurted out the story. Needless to say, I wish I hadn't…
Panne: I suppose you meant no harm... But remember, we taguel were hunted to near extinction by your kind. And one reason we were hunted was to be given to young man-spawn as pets. Loved for a while, then disposed of when we grew too large…
Sully: ...Damn, I had no idea. No wonder she's ticked off. I hope there's some way I can make it up to her...
(Second conversation)
Sully: Mmph... So soft and cuddly......Bwa? Where am I?! Was I asleep? Last thing I remember, I was standing on the beach... The sun beating down...I started feeling dizzy, and—
Panne: Good, you're awake. I became worried when you suddenly keeled over.
Sully: Panne?! Have you been here with me this whole time?
Panne: I have. Did you enjoy your dream? Was it about rabbits, by any chance?
Sully: Huh? How did you—?! Waaait a sec. You didn't turn into a rabbit and snuggle up into my arms, did you?
Panne: ...I thought it might help.
Sully: You did that for me...even after I said all that insensitive crap earlier?
Panne: ...After I considered it for a spell, I realized that you meant no insult. Your face lit up when you talked about your pet rabbit. I saw that, yet I was harsh with you. For that, I apologize.
Sully: N-no way! Water under the bridge! ...And thanks for comforting me.
Panne: Heh. It was terribly hot being clutched in your arms under the blazing sun, you know. I came close to abandoning you on more than one occasion.
Sully: Hey, I was hot too. Holding on to that ball of fur was like cuddling a baked potato... But it was nice, too, and I didn't wanna let go. It was like I had my old bunny back.
Panne: I'm glad I could help.
Sully: You know, the thing that bugs me is that she died without ever saying a word to me. Yeah, yeah, I know...she was a rabbit, and she couldn't talk, so duh. But that didn't stop me from wishing she could. I always wondered what she thought of me. Did she like being with me? Did she like being my pet? Did I make her happy?
Panne: Well, look at it this way: Did you enjoy your time with her?
Sully: Of course I did.
Panne: Then you have nothing to worry about. Rabbits are sensitive animals, and they can pick up on your emotions very easily. When she looked you in the eye, she knew she was loved. Of that I'm certain.
Sully: ...Ha! I like talkin' to you, Panne. You know how to cheer a girl up. Let's do it again sometime, okay? Like right after this fight, maybe.
Gaius with Robin (normal)
(First conversation)
Gaius: Oh ho! This spirally blue shell oughta sell for a nice stack of coin.
Robin: Gaius!
Gaius: Oh, hey there, Bubbles. What's with the shouting?
Robin: D-didn't a huge volley of arrows just fall on this exact spot?
Gaius: Oh yeah, a whole bunch of 'em. But I'm fine. They all missed.
Robin: They all missed, huh? And you're not afraid the same thing might happen again? Come on, you need to get out of here!
Gaius: Sorry, but not a good time. You wouldn't believe the treasure that's just lying here! Look at these shells! I can't just leave 'em—they've got to be worth some serious cash!
Robin: Seashells? What, you're going to sell them and use the money to buy candy?
Gaius: Well, something like that, sure.
Robin: Gaius! Look out!
Gaius: Much obliged, Bubbles. You pushed me outta the way just in time.
Robin: "Much obliged"?! That arrow could have killed you! For the love of the gods, stop collecting seashells and take this battle seriously!
Gaius: What, you're saying I'm not taking my fighting seriously now?
Robin: If by "now" you mean when you were almost perforated while gathering shells, then yes!
Gaius: Pah, you were distracting me. I'm here keeping an eye on enemy movements.
Robin: You've gotta be kidding! You're blaming ME for distracting YOU?
Gaius: I didn't say that, exactly. You gotta stop reading so much into everything.
Robin: What?! That's exactly what you said! Hmph! Fine, do whatever you want. Sorry if my trying to save your life cut into your precious seashell-gathering time! You can jump into the ocean and...and go pearl diving for all I care!
Gaius: Huh. <He/She> didn't seem too happy about that. That pearl-diving bit was pretty weak too. Shoulda stormed away a line earlier...
(Second conversation)
Gaius: Seems like I got most of the good shells on this stretch of the beach. Oh, wait. Looks like I missed something over there... What the...? It's wrapped in paper... Hey, this is a piece of coconut brittle! There's a whole line of 'em! Sweet, sweet candy as far as the eye can see! Man, this must be my lucky day. Well, time to start filling my pockets! ...... ......
Robin: ......
Gaius: Wha—? Bubbles!
Robin: Good job, Mr. Master Thief. I can't believe that actually worked.
Gaius: Wait... You're the one who left all that candy lying around?
Robin: Yep. I needed to figure out a way to lead you here. Who would've thought the simplest idea would turn out to be the best?
Gaius: Hmph. What's with trying to lure me here anyhow? First you run off all upset, and now you're trying to reel me back in? Like to wear a guy out before hitting him with a second dose of lectures, huh?
Robin: Actually, I wanted to apologize about before.
Gaius: Huh? Did a coconut fall on your head or something?
Robin: Frederick saw our little talk earlier, and he filled me in. He told me why you're always on the hunt for valuables. It's not so you can buy candy, is it? It's so you can help fund the army.
Gaius: *Sigh* That little tattletale... I told him not to say anything—especially around you or Chrom.
Robin: Well, regardless of that, now I know, and I feel absolutely terrible. Thanks for performing such a vital service—and for being so modest about it.
Gaius: Pah, don't worry about it. If I'd wanted gratitude, I'd have told you myself. ...Still, at least now you know I WAS talking things seriously back there.
Robin: Thanks, Gaius. But it really is dangerous out here. Why don't you call it a day?
Gaius: Are you kidding? The more money we make, the better gear we can buy, right?
Robin: Hm. It's true we could use the money for new equipment... But it's not worth risking valuable military assets to acquire funds. And believe me, Gaius, you're a valuable asset. And an even more valuable friend.
Gaius: ...... All right, let's say I do hold off on the treasure hunting—what's in it for me?
Robin: You...you want a reward?! B-but I don't have anything to offer…
Gaius: Heh, I'm just kidding, Bubbles. These coconut brittles are payment enough. It's good to know someone like you is looking out for someone like me.
Robin: Gaius…
Gaius: Well, now that we've made nice, you can go on ahead. I need to make sure I didn't miss any of these tasty little fellas.
Robin: What? But it's too dangerous! They're firing more arrows! Gaius, wait! Listen, I'll give you more candy later! Gaius? Gaiuuus! Gah, I knew I shouldn't have left so many of those stupid things...
Gaius with Robin (F) (spouse)
(First conversation)
Gaius: Oh ho! This spirally blue shell oughta sell for a nice stack of coin! And this one... That color'd really bring out Bubbles's eyes…
Robin: Gaius!
Gaius: Oh, hey there, baby. What's with the shouting? You just that excited to see me?
Robin: What are you talking about? Didn't a huge volley of arrows just fall on this exact spot?
Gaius: Oh yeah, a whole bunch of 'em. But I'm fine. They all missed.
Robin: They all missed, huh? And you're not afraid the same thing might happen again? Come on, you need to get out of here!
Gaius: Sorry, but not a good time. You wouldn't believe the treasure that's just lying here! Look at these shells! I can't just leave 'em—they've got to be worth some serious cash!
Robin: Seashells? What, you're going to sell them and use the money to buy candy?
Gaius: Well, something like that, sure.
Robin: Gaius! Look out!
Gaius: Much obliged, Bubbles. You pushed me outta the way just in time.
Robin: "Much obliged"?! That arrow could have killed you! I don't want to lose you! Not here! And certainly not like that! For the love of the gods, stop collecting seashells and take this battle seriously!
Gaius: What, you're saying I'm not taking my fighting seriously now?
Robin: If by "now" you mean when you were almost perforated while gathering shells, then yes!
Gaius: Pah, you were distracting me. I'm here keeping an eye on enemy movements.
Robin: You've got to be kidding! You're blaming ME for distracting YOU?!
Gaius: I didn't say that, exactly. You gotta stop reading so much into everything.
Robin: What?! That's exactly what you said! Hmph! Fine, do whatever you want. Sorry if my trying to save your life cut into your precious seashell-gathering time! You can jump into the ocean and...and go pearl diving for all I care!
Gaius: Huh. She didn't seem too happy about that. I guess she doesn't see it, but I'm way more careful than I used to be. I used to think that nobody'd care much either way if I kicked the bucket. But that's not true anymore. I've got her now. She said she'd hate to lose me like this... Well, I'd hate to lose her too. But thinking that to myself isn't worth a damn if I can't come out and say it. *Sigh* What's a man to do? ...Ooh! Look at that shell!
(Second conversation)
Gaius: Seems I got most of the good shells on this stretch of beach. Oh, wait. Looks like I missed something over there... What the...? It's wrapped in paper... Hey, this is a piece of coconut brittle! There's a whole line of 'em! Sweet, sweet candy, as far as the eye can see! Man, this must be my lucky day. Well, time to start filling my pockets! ...... ......
Robin: ......
Gaius: Wha—? Bubbles!
Robin: Good job, Mr. Master Thief, I can't believe that actually worked.
Gaius: Wait... You're the one who left all that candy lying around?
Robin: Yep. I needed to figure out a way to lead you here. Who would've thought the simplest idea would turn out to be the best?
Gaius: Hmph. What's with trying to lure me here anyhow? First you run off all upset, and now you're trying to reel me back in? Like to wear a guy out before hitting him with a second dose of lectures, huh?
Robin: Actually, I wanted to apologize about before.
Gaius: Huh? Did a coconut fall on your head or something?
Robin: Frederick saw our little talk earlier, and he filled me in. He told me that you're always on the hunt for valuables. It's not so you can buy candy, is it? It's so you can help fund the army.
Gaius: *Sigh* That little tattletale... I told him not to say anything—especially around you or Chrom.
Robin: Well, regardless of that, now I know, and I feel absolutely terrible. Thanks for performing such a vital service—and for being so modest about it.
Gaius: Pah, don't worry about it. If I'd wanted gratitude, I'd have told you myself... Still, at least now you know I WAS taking things seriously back there. Anyway, I'm sorry, Bubbles. You were just looking out for me, and I was a jerk.
Robin: Oh, Gaius... It's okay—no harm done. But it really is dangerous out here. Why don't you call it a day?
Gaius: You really worry about me, huh? I should have told you this sooner, but... I really am trying to play it safe these days. I wouldn't want to put a big old frown on that beautiful face of yours, would I?
Robin: But you can't guarantee you won't get hurt. This is war. Anything can happen... I worry about you, Gaius. You're the most important thing in the world to me.
Gaius: ...... All right, let's say I do hold off on the treasure hunting—what's in it for me?
Robin: What's in it for you?! You don't get paid for listening to your wife! And even if I wanted to pay you, I don't have anything to give—
Gaius: Yes, you do. Right there.
Robin: Huh...?
Gaius: ......
Robin: Mmmph?!
Gaius: Mmm. You taste sweet as sugar, baby. Couldn't resist a little of the old coconut brittle yourself, huh?
Robin: G-Gaius! What are you doing?! We're in the middle of a battle!
Gaius: It's called planting a big, juicy ki—
Robin: Ugh, enough! You're not going to sweet-talk your way out of this one, mister!
Gaius: Geez, would you quiet down already? Everyone's gonna hear you! Anyway, I'll consider that payment in full. And in exchange, I'll try to stay out of danger as best I can. All right?
Robin: Try? Is that the best you can do?!
Gaius: Look, you have my word I'll stop risking my neck for pocket change. But I can't promise to stay completely out of danger at all times. What if someone attacked you? You're saying I couldn't jump in and save you?
Robin: No, but I—
Gaius: It's all right. I know with your tactics, that'd never have to happen anyway. I believe in you, Bubbles. More than I've believed in anyone.
Robin: Oh, Gaius... Thank you. I'll do my best to keep us both out of harm's way.
Gaius: I know you will. But listen, if you ever run short on funds and need my help again, just say the word. I'll make sure to keep the finder's fee reasonable...
Robin: ...Excuse me?
Gaius: Heh heh. Just kidding!
Gaius with Lon'qu
(First conversation)
Lon'qu: Hah! Yah! Haaaaargh! *Pant, pant*
Gaius: You're training in this heat? What are you, nuts?
Lon'qu: You should join me. The climate here is much harsher than that of Ferox or Ylisse. The intense heat allows you to work yourself even harder than usual.
Gaius: You don't say. Thanks, but I think I'll pass. Pointless exercise isn't really my thing. I admit I'm enjoying the sun, though. Makes ice pops taste even better'n usual!
Lon'qu: Ice pops? Hmph. More sweets... No good will ever come of your preoccupation with sugar.
Gaius: As sunny as ever, I see. But you'd better sweeten your tone... Otherwise you won't be getting any of this crate of pops I bought!
Lon'qu: I don't want any.
Gaius: Ha! Sure you don't! I mean, who wants a cool, sweet ice trickling down his throat in this heat, right?
Lon'qu: I don't care for sweet things. Nor do I care to be fat and out of shape.
Gaius: Boy, you're a regular laugh riot, huh?
Lon'qu: Preferences aside, though, I'll admit that sweets do have their uses.
Gaius: Oh yeah? Go on. I'm listening…
Lon'qu: I'll show you once the battle's done. I don't have time to waste on you now. (leaves)
Gaius: Yeesh, what is that guy's problem? Though I'm curious what he meant... What possible use could there be for sweets besides eating them?
(Second conversation)
Gaius: *Yaawn* ...Huh? Did I nod off? Shouldn't have eaten a whole cake so early in the day. That always makes me drowsy. Nothing wrong with a nice nap, but the battlefield isn't exactly the place…
Lon'qu: Pathetic.
Gaius: Blargh! Gods, Lon'qu! How long have you been standing there?!
Lon'qu: Long enough.
Gaius: Then why in the seven hells didn't you wake me?! This place is crawling with brigands!
Lon'qu: Relax. I've been here the whole time. You're safe.
Gaius: Well, if Mr. Super Swordsman says I'm safe, then I guess everything's just peachy! I'm sure I looked adorable just lying there, but somehow I doubt that's what did it. So let me ask you again—why didn't you wake me?
Lon'qu: I told you that sweets had their uses, didn't I?
Gaius: You did. And I've been waiting to find out what you meant.
Lon'qu: One of those uses is attracting these little fellows…
Gaius: What little fello—? GYAAAH! BUGS! BUUUGS! GET 'EM OFF ME!
Lon'qu: Beetles like these thrive in hot climates. Look how many there are!
Gaius: I said, get 'em off of me!
Lon'qu: Are you afraid? Did you not play with bugs when you were young?
Gaius: P-play with them?! Are you crazy?! I hate bugs! Where in the gods' names did they all come from, anyhow?
Lon'qu: You brought them here.
Gaius: M-me?!
Lon'qu: The scent of all that sugary trash hidden in your clothes attracted them. Beetles eat tree sap, and the tree sap smells a lot like melting candy.
Gaius: You...you're screwing with me, right?
Lon'qu: Look. Look at this one with the little horns. It's like a miniature knight in armor... And this one with the pincers...a tiny swordsman wielding twin blades…
Gaius: Look, if you're trying to freak me out, it's working, okay? Now get lost already!
Lon'qu: As you wish. A shame you can't even appreciate the splendor of these beautiful creatures. I'll leave you to placate yourself with sweets like a spoiled child.
Gaius: Says the little boy playing with his bug collection? Please!
Lon'qu: ...... By the way—there'll be lots more of these little guys on the prowl come nightfall. It's sure to be quite a show. Look forward to it, bug lover.
Gaius: H-hey! Don't just leave me here! Come on! That's not funny!
Cordelia with Robin (normal)
(First conversation)
Cordelia: My, isn't this a beautiful shell! Look how the waves have polished away its edges... This beach is filled to overflowing with lovely treasures. It truly is paradise!
Robin: Cordelia?
Cordelia: Oh! Robin! Is...is everything okay?!
Robin: That's what I came to ask you! I saw you crouching in the sand here and was worried you'd been wounded!
Cordelia: Oh, no. I'm fine. But thank you for your concern. I was just...checking my bindings. We do have to watch out footing in this sand!
Robin: That's very prudent of you, Cordelia. Anyway, I'm glad you're not hurt. I'd better be getting back to— Huh? Why are there so many seashells piled up behind you?
Cordelia: Hm? Oh, these? Umm, maybe the brigands were gathering them for some reason... I'll just put them safely over here. We, um...wouldn't want anyone to trip over them.
Robin: Okay, thanks. I'll leave that to you.
Cordelia: Yes, sir! Thank you, sir! ...... Phew, that was close... Wait—what was close? What am I hiding? I could have just admitted I was collecting seashells... Ooh, isn't that one a beauty! And that one... And that one too!
(Second conversation)
Cordelia: Aaand...it's perfect! Just the right amount of exotic flair!
Robin: What are you doing with all those lances, Cordelia?
Cordelia: Oh! Robin! These are, uh, um... I wasn't goofing off, if that's what you're implying!
Robin: Huh?
Cordelia: In fact, I was... Oh! Yes! I was testing new ways to increase a throwing lance's range! Specifically, attaching seashells for their...aerodynamic properties. Let's give it a try! Hii-YAH! See!
Robin: Wow! You hit that tree dead center! And from this far away too. It totally worked!
Cordelia: Um, yes! Just as I theorized! So...it's lucky I made so many shell-enhanced lances!
Robin: I'm really impressed, Cordelia. Hey, do you think this one will fly as far?
Cordelia: Th-that one? Uh…
Robin: The shells make it really pretty too! Here, let me have a throw…
Cordelia: Robin, no! Stop! Don't throw that one, please! It's...it's my favorite.
Robin: Your favorite?
Cordelia: I'm sorry. All of that was a lie. I wasn't developing new aerodynamic lances... I just really like seashells. So I was using them to decorate my weapons.
Robin: You were? But that lance you threw flew really far!
Cordelia: That was just...adrenaline.
Robin: Adrenaline?!
Cordelia: Yes. The shells don't help at all. It was just brute strength. I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't waste time like this in the middle of a battle. I've let you down. I've let us all down. I'll accept any punishment the war council sees fit to give me.
Robin: Calm down, Cordelia. No one's being punished here. I'm not upset. In fact, I'm kind of glad.
Cordelia: G-glad?
Robin: Yeah. You always seem so serious, you know? Sometimes I worry that you don't know how to relax and let off steam. So I'm happy I was able to see a whole other side of you today.
Cordelia: ...Thank you, Robin.
Robin: And look at you, playing like a kid on the beach! Who knew you could be so cute?
Cordelia: C-cute?! There is nothing "cute" about me!
Robin: Wait, are you blushing? Ha! You're getting cuter by the second!
Cordelia: Damn it, Robin! Stop teasing m—
Robin: OOF!
Cordelia: Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I completely forgot I was holding a lance!
Robin: I'm...okay... Just...took me by surprise is all…
Cordelia: Are you sure you're okay, Robin?! You seem more winded than you should be from such a glancing blow... Wait—maybe my seashells really did make a difference! Maybe they're not just pretty after all!
Robin: Maybe you could...help me up now and...discuss your seashell theory...later…
Cordelia: Oh, right! Sorry!
Cordelia with Robin (M) (spouse)
(First conversation)
Cordelia: My, isn't this a beautiful shell! Look how the waves have polished away its edges... This beach is filled to overflowing with lovely treasures. It truly is paradise!
Robin: Cordelia?
Cordelia: Oh! Robin! Is...is everything okay?!
Robin: That's what I came to ask you! I saw you crouching in the sand here and was worried you'd been wounded!
Cordelia: Oh, no. I'm fine. But thank you for your concern. I was just...checking my bindings. We do have to watch our footing in this sand!
Robin: That's very prudent of you, Cordelia. But if you ever do get hurt, don't be afraid to let me know, okay? You can be so stubborn, you know? I worry sometimes... Anyway, you carry on. I'd better be getting back to— Huh? Why are there so many seashells piled up behind you?
Cordelia: Hm? Oh, these? Umm, maybe the brigands were gathering them for some reason... I'll just put them safely over here. We, um...wouldn't want anyone to trip over them.
Robin: Okay, thanks. I'll leave that to you.
Cordelia: Yes, sir! Thank you, sir! ...... Phew, that was close... Wait—what was close? What am I hiding? Robin is my husband. I shouldn't have to hide things from him. I could have just admitted I was collecting seashells... Ooh, isn't that one a beauty! And that one... And that one too!
(Second conversation)
Cordelia: Aaand...it's perfect! Just the right amount of exotic flair!
Robin: What are you doing with all those lances, Cordelia?
Cordelia: Oh! Robin! These are, uh, um... I wasn't goofing off, if that's what you're implying!
Robin: Huh?
Cordelia: In fact, I was... Oh! Yes! I was testing new ways to increase a throwing lance's range! Specifically, attaching seashells for their...aerodynamic properties. Let's give it a try! Hii-YAH! See!
Robin: Wow! You hit that tree dead center! And from this far away too. It totally worked!
Cordelia: Um, yes! Just as I theorized! So...it's lucky I made so many shell-enhanced lances!
Robin: I'm really impressed, Cordelia. Hey, do you think this one will fly as far?
Cordelia: Th-that one? Uh…
Robin: The shells make it really pretty too! Here, let me have a throw…
Cordelia: Robin, no! Stop! Don't throw that one, please! It's...it's my favorite.
Robin: Your favorite?
Cordelia: I'm sorry. All of that was a lie. I wasn't developing new aerodynamic lances... I just really like seashells. So I was using them to decorate my weapons.
Robin: You were? But that lance you threw flew really far!
Cordelia: That was just...adrenaline.
Robin: Adrenaline?!
Cordelia: Yes. The shells don't help at all. It was just brute strength. I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't waste time like this in the middle of a battle. For me to be playing like a child while my husband frantically drafts battle plans is... You must be so disappointed in me... If you want to annul our marriage, I...I'll understand.
Robin: Calm down, Cordelia. You're blowing this way out of proportion. I'm not disappointed in you at all. In fact, this only makes me love you more.
Cordelia: It...does?
Robin: Yeah. You always seem so serious, you know? Sometimes I worry that you don't know how to relax and let off steam. So I'm happy I was able to see a whole other side of you today.
Cordelia: ...Thank you, Robin.
Robin: And look at you, playing like a kid on the beach! Who knew you could be so cute?
Cordelia: C-cute?! There is nothing "cute" about me!
Robin: Wait, are you blushing? Ha! You're getting cuter by the second!
Cordelia: Damn it, Robin! Stop teasing me! You know how I hate that!
Robin: Oh ho! Coming at me with your lance? Sloppy form—I saw that from a mile away! Look how easily I can just sidestep it, and—
Cordelia: Right into my trap!
Robin: Huh?! Umm-ah!
Cordelia: ...... Heh. Some master tactician you are! You left your lips wide open!
Robin: C-Cordelia... I can't believe you'd just…
Cordelia: ...I'd just kiss you in front of the whole army like that? Then you underestimate me. Now who's getting sloppy?
Robin: Damn it!
Cordelia: What's this? You've gone beet red! Is that all it takes to make you blush? My, my—you're getting cuter by the second!
Robin: It's bad enough that I underestimated you—now I've lost the initiative as well. This is not going according to plan…
Cordelia: Is that a problem? Haven't you ever heard strong wives make for happy marriages? But if you're that upset, I guess you'll just have to plan a counterattack. I'd suggest a surprise romantic offensive of overwhelming proportions, personally…
Robin: I'm way ahead of you! But I'll make sure the specific plan of attack is one you'll never see coming!
Cordelia: I'll be looking forward to it! But know that I'll always be watching you...and only you. I love you, Robin. I always will.
Cordelia with Chrom
- Note: This conversation is not available if Cordelia is married.
(First conversation)
Cordelia: Golden sand... Swaying palms... Could anything be more romantic? If only we could be here alone, just the two of us... Oh, but listen to me. I promised myself I'd stop dreaming about him…
Chrom: Dreaming about who?
Cordelia: *HACK!* C-Chrom?! Did I say dreaming? I don't think I did! No, d-definitely not!
Chrom: Huh. Guess I must have misheard. What's wrong, by the way? You seem unusually...tense.
Cordelia: T-tense? M-me? N-no, not at all! See? No tension here! *gasp*
Chrom: Er, if you say so... Anyway, it's pretty hot here, huh? Are you holding up okay?
Cordelia: H-h-hot? Oh, er, yes, it is, isn't it...? *Pant* *wheeze* *choke*
Chrom: Cordelia, are you all right? You sound like you can hardly breathe! Is it the heat?
Cordelia: I...I AM feeling flushed and hot...but it's nothing to do with the weather... This...this heat is in my soul! I'm overcome with emotion and drowning with joy! To be blessed with a rare opportunity to speak with Chrom himself... Why, it's almost more excitement then my poor heart can stand!
Chrom: Er…
Cordelia: ARGH! Did I just say that out loud? Oh, GODS, this is mortifying!
Chrom: ...Rare opportunity? I do try to talk to the troops whenever I can, you know…
Cordelia: Oh! Oh, no! No, that's not what I— I wasn't criticizing you! You're a WONDERFUL leader, and you ALWAYS take time to talk to your people! When I say "rare", what I mean is...I just wish we could speak more often, and then... Argh! I'm doing it again! Cordelia—these silly fantasies have got to stop!
Chrom: I'm becoming increasingly confused by this conversation…
Cordelia: I'm SO sorry, Chrom. I really don't know what's come over me... Perhaps this heat IS getting to me... I'm feeling a little light headed…
Chrom: What? Why didn't you say so earlier?! Can you walk? Here, take my arm, and I'll escort you to that shade over there.
Cordelia: Y-your ARM? You want me—Cordelia—to...to touch your ARM?! I...I can't take this anymore... I feel so...happy...I could die…
Chrom: Cordelia, no! Don't close your eyes! If you see a light, don't go near it! Stay with me!
Cordelia: Ohh...I will, Chrom... I WILL... I wouldn't miss this moment for the world... Now, I'll just put my hands here...on your muscular forearm... ...... ......
Chrom: What's wrong? Are your hands too weak to grip?
Cordelia: I...I can't do it! I can't bring myself to touch you! Just the thought of it makes me...makes me... ARRRGH!
Chrom: Cordelia! What's wrong? Can you hear me? Cordelia! DON'T GO!
(Second conversation)
Cordelia: I cannot BELIEVE I fainted like some ridiculous romance novel heroine... And in front of Chrom, no less! Gods, what would Phila say? Actually, I know exactly what she'd say. She'd tell me to stop feeling sorry for myself and make amends on the battlefield.
Chrom: Cordelia! What are you doing, rushing around under this blazing hot sun?
Cordelia: C-Chrom! What a coincidence... We keep running into each other today…
Chrom: Running into each other? I'm staying close because I'm worried about you. What if you passed out again? We haven't cleared out all the enemies yet.
Cordelia: That's very kind of you, Chrom... I cannot tell you how happy it makes me. But if you think I'm going to lounge under a palm tree while everyone else fights…
Chrom: Point taken. I know you're not the type to shirk a battle. But listen—you have to promise me that you'll take better care of yourself.
Cordelia: Er…
Chrom: You're your own worst critic, and that's part of what makes you so strong... But sometimes you take it too far. If you're feeling ill, it's imperative that you rest. Would you at least consider it? For my sake?
Cordelia: T-truly, Chrom... I'm grateful for the concern, but—
Chrom: But nothing. Go on, find a shady spot and let us finish this battle. If you collapse a second time, I'm not going to carry you to safety again.
Cordelia: Y-yes, sir... If you insis— ...Wait a second. Did you just say that you CARRIED me? As in...lifted me off the sand? Swept me up in your manly arms?
Chrom: Er... I'm not sure I'd put it like that, exactly. But yes.
Cordelia: ARRRRRRRRRGH! Oh, gods, I am SOOO sorry! I can't BELIEVE I made you do that! It must have been such a chore! Was I heavy? Did I hurt your back?!
Chrom: Well, you WERE wearing armor…
Cordelia: UGH! I knew it! This has to be the single most embarrassing thing I've ever done! Gods, Chrom, how am I ever going to make this up to you? That's it! I'm returning to battle! No more of this damsel-in-distress nonsense!
Chrom: Are you sure you can handle it?
Cordelia: Absolutely. If I run and hide in the shade now, I'll die of shame... Instead, I'm going to take down twice as many foes to make up for what I missed! So, if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to restoring the seaside peace here.
Chrom: Well, if your mind's made up…
Cordelia: You bet it is! Now if you'll excuse me…
Chrom: ...Huh. Every time I try to talk to her, the conversation ends up turning weird. She takes her role as a pegasus knight so seriously... Maybe I make her nervous? She seemed particularly off kilter today, though. Maybe it IS the weather? In any case, I think I'd better leave her alone—give her some breathing room…
Cordelia: *Sigh* It was so nice to talk to Chrom... And it actually went well, for a change. But I know his affections lie elsewhere... He and I... It'll never work. I know that someday I'm going to have to give up on these foolish dreams of mine... Someday... But perhaps not today. ...All right, Cordelia. That's enough pining. It's time to slay some brigands!
Cordelia with Maribelle
(First conversation)
Maribelle: You and Sumia sure do seem to spend a lot of time together, Cordelia.
Cordelia: Now that you mention it, I suppose we do. Is that a problem?
Maribelle: Ha! Can you not bear to leave her alone for fear she might trip and brain herself?
Cordelia: O-of course not! There may have been one or two...incidents, but she's a capable girl! And if you want to talk about inseparable couples, what of you and Lissa?
Maribelle: Why, Lissa and I are the dearest of friends! There's nothing peculiar about wishing to spend one's time in such pleasant company! She's a soothing and pleasant presence—unlike that addlepated butterfingers!
Cordelia: H-how dare you?! Sumia is kinder and funnier than anyone else in this army!
Maribelle: Ha! Unintentionally, perhaps? Lissa's wit is both deliberate AND exceptional! It saddens me that you have yet to fully experience her joyful gaiety of spirit!
Cordelia: W-well...Sumia's smile is brighter than the very sun itself! One glimpse of it is enough to make amends for any blunder!
Maribelle: And Lissa's smile has precisely the same effect... The only difference being that she doesn't MAKE any blunders!
Cordelia: Oh, really? Not even the blunder of choosing YOU as a friend?
Maribelle: My, but you are a stubborn one!
Cordelia: ME, stubborn?! You are the most obstinate, contrary...so-and-so I have ever met!
Maribelle: Hmph! This is far from over! You will pay for you pigheadedness!
Cordelia: Ha! We'll see about that!
(Second conversation)
Maribelle: So are you finally ready to accept Lissa's superiority to Sumia in every respect?
Cordelia: Never! I'll stop at nothing to make you appreciate the beauty of Sumia's soul!
Maribelle: Gah! What will take to convince you once and for all…
Cordelia: ...that my beloved friend is the most wonderful person alive?
Maribelle: ...Fine. Fine!
Cordelia: Huh?! You're conceding defeat?
Maribelle: If that is what you insist on calling it, yes! My time would be far better spent enjoying Lissa's company. Besides, what if something were to happen to her while we were here bickering? I would never forgive myself. Her well-being is all that matters to me in the world.
Cordelia: ...I know just how you feel.
Maribelle: You do?
Cordelia: We may have our differences, but we both care deeply for our friends. Sumia's happiness is the only thing that matters to me.
Maribelle: Cordelia…
Cordelia: Listen, I have a plan. When this battle is over, the four of us will go for tea together. We can settle the matter of whose friend is the most wonderful once and for all.
Maribelle: Very well. I accept your offer. And I accept that...I may have underestimated you…
Cordelia: ...And I you.
Maribelle: Hm. Suddenly I am rather looking forward to our little tea date.
Cordelia: Hee hee. It'll certainly be an event to remember!
Nowi with Sully
(First conversation)
Nowi: Check it out, Sully! It's the OCEAN!
Sully: Sure is. Full of swaying palms and a crapload of gold sand. It's kinda like looking at a postcard from a holiday resort, eh?
Nowi: Holiday resort?
Sully: Yeah. Don't tell me you don't have resorts in the manakete world? Resorts are these vacation spots people go to when they wanna relax. They've usually got eateries and shops and lots of other little diversions.
Nowi: Wow, that sounds like SO much fun!
Sully: They're not bad. Hell of a lot better than a normal seashore, anyway. Some of the guys were saying that we should take a vacation here when the war's done.
Nowi: Oh man, that would be amazing! We could collect shells, build sand castles... Oh, and eat fruit! Lots of delicious, tropical fruit! Hee hee! I can't wait! Actually, scratch the vacation—we should just come live here instead!
Sully: Live here, eh? Lemme ask you something, Nowi…
Nowi: Ooh, lemme guess! You wanna know why the ocean gets angry sometimes, right?! Well, it turns out there's an old manakete king sleeping far beneath the sea. Whenever he snores, it causes big waves to come crashing into the sand! Isn't that crazy?
Sully: Uh, yeah...sure is. Who told you that story, anyway?
Nowi: Um...gosh. Who told me that one...? Ohh, I remember! It was a wise old manakete I once knew. He was a friend from a long, long time ago.
Sully: "He"? I didn't know there were any male manaketes. Figured you were all girls— Wait, why are we talking about this? That's not what I wanted to ask! When you were listing all that stuff to do on vacation, you forgot the best thing of all... Swimming! If you're hanging around the beach, you gotta go for a swim, right?
Nowi: Tra-la-laaaa! The beach is so much fun! All the sand and palms and sun!
Sully: ...And suddenly she bursts into song. I think I get it now. You can't swim, can you?
Nowi: WHAT?! That's CRAZY talk! ME? Not able to SWIM?! I can't believe you'd even say something like that! That's just so...MEAN! *sniff*
Sully: Yeeeep. It's as I expected—she can't swim. Poor kid...
(Second conversation)
Sully: Nowi! Hold up.
Nowi: Oh. Hello, Sully.
Sully: Listen, I want to apologize about earlier. I didn't mean to upset you.
Nowi: ......
Sully: Fact is, there are lots of ways to enjoy the beach. You don't HAVE to go swimming. Hell, lots of people don't go in the water, but it doesn't stop 'em having fun, right?
Nowi: I guess so... Thanks, Sully... But actually, I thought about it a bit, and I think I agree with what you said. What's the point in coming out to the seaside if you don't go in the actual sea? That seems like a total waste, right? So...I came up with a brilliant idea! I'm going to learn how to swim...and YOU'RE gonna teach me!
Sully: What? The hell I am! ...Er, that is, I, uh, I meant everything I said just now. If you don't wanna swim, you don't have to. It's not like it's the law or anything! If the gods wanted us in the water, they would've given us flippers and gills, right? But nope, not us. Just two legs. Er, and in your case, a tail, I suppose…
Nowi: Waaait a minute. Don't tell me—!
Sully: Don't tell you what? Wh-why are you looking at me like that?!
Nowi: ......
Sully: S-stop staring at me, dammit! I mean it! ...Aw, crap, FINE! All right, I confess: I can't swim either!
Nowi: Ha ha! I KNEW it! ...But why did you pretend that you could?
Sully: Well...I've been searching around for someone who could help me learn. I figured if I could get you into the water, I could paddle alongside, pick up some tips.
Nowi: Hey, that gives me a great idea! Why don't we learn together?! Don't worry—it'll be totally safe! If it seems like we're about to drown, I'll turn into a dragon and rescue us both!
Sully: Har! Talk about overkill. Can't deny I'd welcome the peace of mind, though... All right, you're on. Let's clear out the rest of these brigands and then go for a swim!
Nowi: Yippee! We're gonna make a great swim team, you and me!
Nowi with Panne
(First conversation)
Nowi: Wooow! Just look at that big blue sea! It goes on forever!
Panne: Have you never seen the ocean before?
Nowi: Pfft! What are you talking about, silly? Of course I have! My parents used to take me to the beach all the time when I was little! I just...don't remember it that well. I was really young. Like, tiny!
Panne: Hmm.
Nowi: Or maybe...I mean, I think I remember them taking me to the beach...? But all that kid stuff was so long ago now, it gets kinda mixed up with my dreams…
Panne: Do you dream of your parents often?
Nowi: Oh yeah! Those guys are ALWAYS popping by to see me in dreamland! I just wish I could see them in real life too…
Panne: I pray that one day you do.
Nowi: Actually, you know what? Forget I said all that!
Panne: Hm?
Nowi: C'mon, I can't get sad about not seeing them all the time, can I? That would make them feel awful! I need to show them that I'm super happy and totally okay on my own!
Panne: Your parents would be very proud of you, Nowi. I'm sure they are watching over you from beyond the sea.
Nowi: Huh? You really think they're on the other side of this big ol' puddle? In that case, I've gotta tell 'em! I'll speak real loud so they can hear me. *Ahem* HEEEY, MOM AND DAD! IT'S ME, NOWI! I'M TOTALLY FINE, OK? YOU DON'T NEED TO WORRY ABOUT ME! EVERYONE HERE'S SUPER NICE, AND I'M NOT LONELY AT ALL! OKAY, I BETTER GO BEFORE I LOSE MY VOICE! BYE FOR NOW!
Panne: Nowi…
Nowi: *Cough* Whew! That's better. Feels like a real weight off my shoulders! Huh? Panne, you're crying! Are you hurt? Why are you sad?
Panne: I am not sad, Nowi, I just... Thank you.
Nowi: Huh? For what? I didn't do anything!
Panne: Sometimes your innocence alone is enough to heal an aching heart...
(Second conversation)
Panne: Nowi... Like you, I once had a family. A big one. But they were all killed.
Nowi: Yeah, I heard about that... Murdered by humans, right? ...Do you still hate humans because of it?
Panne: I do.
Nowi: I see…
Panne: But only some of them. I have learned that not all man-spawn are bad.
Nowi: Thanks to the Shepherds, right?
Panne: Heh... Yes, I suppose so. The Shepherds have taught me that I cannot hate based on species alone. Now I focus more on individuals. Human, taguel...it matters not.
Nowi: Erm... I'm not really sure if that's all that much better…
Panne: At least you still have other manaketes in the world. I envy you that.
Nowi: Huh? That doesn't make any sense.
Panne: Why not?
Nowi: You basically just said it doesn't matter if someone's a human or a taguel. So why should it matter if they're a manakete, either?
Panne: I'm not sure I follow.
Nowi: Well, I'm not lonely or sad, because I have you and all the other Shepherds. And just like you, I don't care if they're humans or taguels...OR manaketes. So what is there to be jealous about? I don't need other manaketes to be happy—I've got all of you!
Panne: Nowi…
Nowi: What's the matter, Panne? Did I say something stupid again?
Panne: No... Quite the opposite…
Nowi: Hey, don't cry! Oh! You know what helps? Whenever I was sad, my mom used to let me sleep with her. You wanna try that? Why don't you sleep over?
Panne: "Sleep over"?
Nowi: Yeah, it'll be super-duper cozy! I'll get into my dragon form, you get into your rabbit form, and we'll snuggle up!
Panne: I suppose it does sound rather comforting…
Nowi: You bet it does! You'll be as snug as a bunny-shaped bug in a big ol' dragony rug!
Gregor with Stahl
(First conversation)
Gregor: Stahl! What is reason for standing still with such blank expression?
Stahl: Hm? Oh, hello, Gregor. Did I look blank? I was just staring out over the horizon. I like to do that sometimes. It's kind of a habit of mine…
Gregor: You have habit of staring into space? Since when is Stahl becoming old man? Why look at boring line where ocean meets sky? Look instead at beautiful lines where sunshine meets girls!
Stahl: Uh, which girls are these exactly? The only girls I see are head-to-toe in armor, brandishing bloodied weapons…
Gregor: ...Ah, yes. Now you are mentioning it, Gregor can see this. Is bad timing.
Stahl: And besides, for all your talk, you haven't exactly been embracing the beach life. I'd imagine you'd be doing more to take advantage of this beautiful resort!
Gregor: What? No! Gregor is too old for frolicking in surf! Gregor is content to be sitting and watching youthful antics from afar. Give delicious ice cream and cold mug of mead, and Gregor is happy man!
Stahl: Well, there you go. I'm the same way. I'd rather sit back and relax than splash around in the waves like a child. *Sigh* Listen to me...I DO sound like an old man.
Gregor: To Gregor's ears, yes. But if Stahl is fan of such things, then why not? Everyone is having own way to enjoy pleasures of holiday, yes? Some chase girls and splash in ocean, and others stare into space like zombie.
Stahl: Hmm...I guess you're right. Say, you wanna grab an ice cream when this battle's over?
Gregor: Hah! Now you are speaking language of Gregor! We'll show youngsters there is more than one way to have wild and crazy time!
(Second conversation)
Gregor: Unngh... Woe is Gregor... Feeling sick like dog from too much ice cream…
Stahl: You do look a bit off color there. Here, I have some medicine that might help…
Gregor: But why are you not also groaning in uncompromising, horrible pain? You are eating from same bucket of ice cream as Gregor! For skinny man, you have strong stomach. Maybe stomach of iron... Unfortunately, Gregor has no such iron stomach, urrrgh…
Stahl: Well, my mother always did say I could pack it away…
Gregor: Bah, if Gregor was same age as you, he could be eating twice as much ice cream! But now he is aged, and having indigestion, and feeling like taking a nap…
Stahl: Taking a nap?! In the middle of a fight?
Gregor: Gregor is old man! Is needing snoozes to be keeping up with young folks! *Yawn* See? Cannot be keeping eyes open. Ahh, Gregor is so very, very, aged…
Stahl: Don't be so hard on yourself—you're not THAT old. You're just...mature!
Gregor: Bah! Try to console Gregor as much as you like, but Gregor knows truth! He is old! Old as dirt! Soon as he finish eating, fat is instantly upon his belly!
Stahl: But that's... Um, maybe it's just your metabolism, or...uh…
Gregor: You are nice boy, but is no use. Gregor is knowing he is old and crusted. But your kindness is pleasing. We shall eat ice cream again.
Stahl: Sure, that sounds great! How about tomorrow?
Gregor: Tomorrow?! Oy! Gregor is still reeling from today's bucket! *Sigh* If only Gregor was still spritely spring chicken of years past...
Libra with Frederick
(First conversation)
Frederick: Libra! Thank the gods. I was hoping I might run into you.
Libra: Hello, Frederick. Is there something I can assist you with?
Frederick: I have sinned...deeply and frequently. Unforgivably, in fact! Oh, gods…
Libra: Now, now. Try to remain calm. Were you hoping to confess these sins?
Frederick: Yes, absolutely. I...I must.
Libra: Then I would hear your confession. Naturally, anything you say will be kept in the strictest confidence, so try to relax. All right. Whenever you're ready…
Frederick: Thank you. The truth is...lately, I have struggled to keep my devotion to my masters in check. And I'm terrified that Chrom and Lissa have come to despise me for it!
Libra: I...I see... But isn't such loyalty considered to be a virtue?
Frederick: Well, in general, yes...
Libra: Then perhaps it would help if you confessed some specific sins.
Frederick: Very well. Let me see... For one, I decorated the walls of my tent with paintings of my beloved masters. I find it so inspiring to wake to their images each morning! But when the two of then discovered this, they did not seem pleased.
Libra: ......
Frederick: Next...I found a tear in Chrom's smallclothes and set about mending it. When he saw this, he angrily ordered me not to trouble myself with such trifles…
Libra: Wait, none of these are si—
Frederick: And then, on a cold morning, I thought to warm Lissa's shoes at my breast. But when she found me, she told me to take my own shoes and shove them up my—
Libra: YES! Yes, I understand, Frederick. To be fair, that does sound a tad excessive, but still, I really wouldn't call it a—
Frederick: Oh, but I've only just begun! That was a mere taste of my countless transgressions! I can think of at least another 120 with very little effort indeed...
Libra: Which means the full total must be truly staggering...
Frederick: Precisely! Which is why I had hoped that you might ask Naga to forgive me…
Libra: I'm not quite sure it's Naga's forgiveness you need. Have you ever considered spending a little time apart from your masters?
Frederick: What?! But... But I...!
Libra: Sometimes a bit of distance is needed in order to gain the proper perspective.
Frederick: I...I suppose you're right. I shall endeavor to give this a try...
(Second conversation)
Frederick: *Sigh*
Libra: Frederick?
Frederick: Ohhhh... *Sigh*
Libra: Frederick? Are you okay? Frederick!
Frederick: *Sigh* Chrom... Lissa…
Libra: I call his name, but he doesn't hear... I shake him, but he doesn't respond... How am I supposed to get through to him? ......There's nothing else for it, is there? Gods, forgive me for the sin I am about to commit...
Frederick: O-ow! What in the—?! Oh, it's you, Libra. Why would you strike me so fiercely? What were you thinking?!
Libra: I might as you the same thing. Is it wise to be moping listlessly around the battlefield like this?
Frederick: Perhaps not... But I have been trying to spend time apart from my masters as you advised. And the harder I try, the more preoccupied with them I become.
Libra: Hmm. Your condition is worse than I thought. We may have to look into a more gradual course of treatment...
Frederick: But it cannot wait! The longer it takes, the more their contempt for me will deepen!
Libra: You needn't worry about that. I discussed the matter with them earlier—in a roundabout way, of course.
Frederick: Y-you did?! And what did you learn?
Libra: I sensed no anger or contempt at all. I did perceive a desire for you to temper some of your more...excessive behavior. But for the most part, they seemed to accept and appreciate your devotion.
Frederick: Truly, my lords are too kind. But it seems I must learn to resist the urge to...debase myself.
Libra: Only once you learn to respect yourself will they be able to truly respect you.
Frederick: I understand. Henceforth, I shall strive to serve milord and lady without doing myself a disservice.
Libra: I think that would be best for everyone.
Frederick: Then it is decided! And the first to know all about it shall be my beloved masters! Chrom! Lissa! I'm coming!
Libra: *Sigh* It looks like working through this may take a bit longer than I anticipated...
Tharja with Robin (normal)
(First conversation)
Tharja: ......
Robin: Hey, uh...Tharja?
Tharja: Oh? You're talking to me, Robin? What a delight! How can I help you?
Robin: Well...I was wondering why you've been following me around all day. I mean, even when you run off to fight a foe, you come straight back to me.
Tharja: Is it so strange for me to want to be by your side every moment of the day?
Robin: Uh, yeah, kinda…
Tharja: But it's so nice to spend time together by the sea. I don't want to miss a moment! Needless to say, if you weren't here, I'd be bored out of my skull. But when I'm with you, it feels as if we've been swept away to an island paradise…
Robin: Oh, uh...okay? Well, in any case, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.
Tharja: You're so kind, Robin. Can I ask you a favor?
Robin: Uh, sure. What is it?
Tharja: I want you to slather my body with oil.
Robin: S-slather? With...oil?
Tharja: Well, you wouldn't want my skin to dry out in this heat now, would you? And I can't reach my back and, you know...other places.
Robin: I see. Certainly the climate here is harsh on one's skin. But I have my hands full formulating our battle strategy... I'm sorry, but perhaps one of the army's other women could help?
Tharja: No. I want you to do it. Otherwise, what's the point?
Robin: Uh, I thought the point was to protect your skin…
Tharja: Tee-hee…
Robin: Wh-why are you blushing? Anyway, we're in the middle of a battle. Sorry, but your oil will have to wait.
Tharja: Robin, wait! Where are you going? Oh, why must <he/she> always be so difficult? Still, <he/she> can't evade me for long on this beach. There's literally nowhere to hide! Hee... Hee hee hee!
(Second conversation)
Tharja: Hee hee... There you are, Robin!
Robin: Th-Tharja?! Is this about the oil again?
Tharja: You really are clever! How did you know? Well then, please begin rubbing it in when you're ready. And don't be afraid to put plenty on—you'll hear no complaints from me.
Robin: I'm sure I won't... Listen, Tharja, did I not make myself clear? I can't be doing this right now!
Tharja: ...... No. No, of course you can't. How selfish of me. You belong to everyone, of course. And they'd never let me have you to myself. Oh no.
Robin: Um, Tharja? What are you talking about?
Tharja: When the battle's over, you'll run off to join them... And I'm sure you'll all have a wonderful time together in this...ugh...beautiful place. Silly me for thinking I might get some time with you in battle, at least. Not even when I have a perfectly legitimate excuse…
Robin: Um…
Tharja: But alas, even here, I'm just a nuisance. I'll leave you to fight...unencumbered. Sorry for distracting you.
Robin: N-no! Tharja! Wait!
Tharja: Hmm?
Robin: It's not like that at all! I don't think of you as a nuisance! It's just that...well, doing that at a time like this would put us both in danger!
Tharja: ......
Robin: I promise you I don't value you any less than anybody else. If you'd like to spend time with me outside of battle, you need only ask. We are friends, after all.
Tharja: ...Really? You'd want to talk to me even after the battle's over?
Robin: Of course I would!
Tharja: ...And rub body oil on me?
Robin: That's a promise.
Tharja: Thank you, Robin... You've no idea how glad I am to hear you say that. Ahh, just imagine... Robin's sweet caress... Here...and there...and over there... I've dreamed of this day for so very long!
Robin: Um...Tharja?
Tharja: Come. We must dispense with these brigands as quickly as possible! The longer they last, the less quality time we'll have together. Hee hee... Now, what curse would work best... Maybe one to send them hurtling into the sea to become bloody fish food?
Robin: *Gulp* I suppose I should count myself lucky she's so fond of me...
Tharja with Robin (M) (spouse)
(First conversation)
Tharja: ......
Robin: Hey, uh...Tharja?
Tharja: Oh? Hello, Robin! What a delight! How can I help you?
Robin: Well...I was wondering why you've been following me around all day. I mean, even when you run off to fight a foe, you come straight back to me.
Tharja: Is it so strange for me to want to be by your side every moment of the day?
Robin: Well, no, but...aren't we always together? What's so special about today?
Tharja: I suppose it's because I'm so glad to be in such a beautiful place with you. I've been in absolute bliss ever since we got here, Robin. Needless to say, if you weren't here, I'd be bored out of my skull. But with you, it's just paradise, pure and simple. I don't want to miss a moment!
Robin: Oh, uh...okay. Well, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. But be careful, okay? Next to me might not always be the safest place to be.
Tharja: You're so kind, Robin. That's what I love about you. Can I ask you a favor?
Robin: Uh, sure. What is it?
Tharja: I want you to slather my body with oil.
Robin: S-slather you? With...oil?
Tharja: Well, you wouldn't want my skin to dry out in this heat now, would you? And I can't reach my back and, you know...other places.
Robin: Well, I guess this climate must be pretty harsh on the skin. But wife or not, I can hardly stop to rub you down with oil in the middle of a battle. Sorry, but if it's urgent, maybe you could ask one of the girls to help you?
Tharja: No! It has to be you! I won't let anyone touch me but you!
Robin: I'm thrilled to hear that, but think what it would look like…
Tharja: Tee-hee…
Robin: H-hey! What are you picturing in that head of yours? Anyway, we're in the middle of a battle. Sorry, but your oil will have to wait.
Tharja: Robin, wait! Where are you going? Oh, why must he always be so difficult? Still, he can't evade me for long on this beach. There's literally nowhere to hide! Hee... Hee hee hee!
(Second conversation)
Tharja: Hee hee... There you are, Robin!
Robin: Th-Tharja?! Is this about the oil again?
Tharja: You really are clever! How did you know? Very well, please begin rubbing it in when you're ready. And don't be afraid to put plenty on—you'll hear no complaints from me.
Robin: B-but I told you, I can't! Listen, Tharja, did I not make myself clear? I can't be doing this right now!
Tharja: ...... No. No, of course you can't. You're always SO busy. Even your wife can't be allowed to monopolize your time. I should have known better…
Robin: Um, Tharja? What are you talking about?
Tharja: When the battle's over, you'll run off to join everyone else... And I'm sure you'll all have a wonderful time together in this...ugh...beautiful place. I know we're always together, but it's not enough to just be in the same place. You're always surrounded by people while your wife waits in vain. Not that anyone but me seems to care that I am your wife…
Robin: Th-Tharja…
Tharja: I'm sorry for being so direct. But asking you to rub oil on me was just an excuse to spend time with you. You've made it perfectly clear that you don't have time, though. You must have strategies to plan. I'll leave you to your important business.
Robin: N-no! Tharja! Wait!
Tharja: Hmm?
Robin: I'm sorry. I didn't know you felt that way. I didn't realize that you'd been so lonely this whole time.
Tharja: ......
Robin: We're married now. Your needs come before everything else. After this battle, I'll make some time for us. I don't want you to be lonely any longer.
Tharja: ...Really? So after this battle, you'll spend the whole day alone with me?
Robin: I will. That's a promise! And if I break it, you have my permission to curse me to death!
Tharja: That makes me very happy, Robin. But I would never curse you. Well, not to death... Instead, you may seal your promise by kissing my hand.
Robin: Um, right here and now?
Tharja: I've been waiting a long time for you. This is the least you can do.
Robin: Well...if you insist. ......
Tharja: Mmmmph?!
Robin: Was that okay?
Tharja: Those were my lips. I told you to kiss my hand.
Robin: Sorry. I couldn't help myself. You're just too adorable…
Tharja: There's no need to overcompensate, you know…
Robin: I'm not overcompensating. I mean it. But I'm sorry for not doing what you asked. I was supposed to kiss your hand, right? Let me try again.
Tharja: ...No, there's no need. You disobeyed me, but I'm feeling generous. I'll let it slide this once. Maybe when the battle's done...you can do it the wrong way again…
Robin: Your wish is my command. Now, let's dispense with these brigands so we can be alone at last!
Tharja: Agreed. If I have to wait much longer, things are going to get ugly... ...... All right, go. But be careful out there. I'll be with you every step of the way.
Robin: Thanks, Tharja. You be careful too.
Tharja with Cordelia
(First conversation)
Cordelia: Phew, it certainly is hot out here…
Tharja: You can say that again.
Cordelia: Uh-oh. Don't look now, but I think you're getting a tan…
Tharja: What? How? I've barely been outside for five minutes!
Cordelia: I guess with your complexion, even a little sun makes a big difference. Besides, it's kind of inevitable when you're walking around half-naked like that.
Tharja: Half-naked?! How dare you! Did you not notice my cloak? It's not like I'm strutting around in my underwear like these...beach strumpets!
Cordelia: I don't really see how what they wear is any different to what's under your cloak... Or perhaps I'm missing something? Here, take that off. Let me have a look.
Tharja: Touch me, and I'll blight your prying fingers, girl!
Cordelia: All right, all right! It was just a joke.
Tharja: Hmph. I suppose I am showing a bit more skin than usual. But I confess I was blissfully unaware of it until you brought it up... Ugh. This is mortifying.
Cordelia: No, no! You said you were fine with it before—just forget I said anything!
Tharja: You and I both know that's not going to happen. Nope. It's official. I am completely and utterly mortified...
(Second conversation)
Cordelia: Hi, Tharja. Feeling a little less self-conscious about your outfit yet?
Tharja: Very much so. I attached a de-shaming talisman to my back, and now I feel just fine about it.
Cordelia: Let me have a look... Wow. It's, uh...not very subtle.
Tharja: Hm? What do you mean?
Cordelia: Well, it's just a piece of paper with "mortification" written on it.
Tharja: That's how these things work. Whatever you write on them gets canceled out. I was mortified, so I wrote "mortification", and presto—no more embarrassment.
Cordelia: But it's right there for anyone to see! Isn't it even more mortifying walking around with the very word written on your back?
Tharja: *Sigh* That's the whole point. NOTHING is mortifying thanks to this thing.
Cordelia: Oh, right. Sorry. I'm still trying to wrap my head around this... So if I were to take it off, would it stop working?
Tharja: My, you're a sharp one.
Cordelia: Interesting. Let's try it and see, shall we? Here goes…
Tharja: W-wait, don't—! Oh, gods, this is horrifying. Just kill me now…
Cordelia: I see. So now we stick it back on, and…
Tharja: My, it sure is hot. Why don't I throw off my cloak and take a nice dip in the sea?
Cordelia: And off again…
Tharja: Ugh, my calf is showing! Why didn't I wear a bigger cloak?
Cordelia: This is fascinating! Okay, let's put it back on…
Tharja: All right, that's enough. If you value your fingers, you won't mess with it again.
Cordelia: Heh. Sorry, Tharja. I...I'm only teasing you because I'm jealous. I wish I had the guts to wear something like that. You dress so wonderfully!
Tharja: Is that all? If that's what's bothering you, maybe I can help. We are...allies, after all.
Cordelia: Wow, really? I would love that! If you could show me around some boutiques, I'd be—
Tharja: I meant I could erase your jealousy with a curse.
Cordelia: O-oh... Um, let me get back to you on that...
Tharja with Olivia
(First conversation)
Olivia: Um...Tharja? Do you have a moment?
Tharja: What is it?
Olivia: I...I just wanted to say how wonderful you were in that last fight. You were so imperious, so...dominant... It really took my breath away!
Tharja: They're common brigands. I hardly worked up a sweat. ...Do you want something? Fawning makes my skin crawl.
Olivia: I-I'm not fawning! I mean every word! I have only the utmost respect for you…
Tharja: Hmph. I don't see what you find so fascinating about me.
Olivia: Oh, but there are LOTS of things! I don't even know where to begin. ...There's your figure, for one. It's practically perfect. You're voluptuous where it counts and svelte everywhere else... Staying in that kind of shape must take HOURS of exercise each day!
Tharja: Exercise? Are you kidding? I don't do a thing.
Olivia: Y-you don't exercise?! You can't be serious! You MUST diet then, right? No wine? No sweets?
Tharja: I drink my fill of wine, and I touch whatever sweets I please.
Olivia: Hmm... Okay, I've got it. ...You've cast a slimming spell on yourself to stay thin. Right?
Tharja: Even if a spell of such dubious merit existed, I wouldn't use it. And I haven't.
Olivia: Ugh! Well, in that case, I'm afraid this makes you the enemy, Tharja... The enemy of every hard-working young maiden in the world!
Tharja: *Shrug* No skin off my nose.
Olivia: Oh, you won't brush us off so easily! I hereby challenge you to a duel on behalf of all my sisters! I'll...I'll put a fattening hex on you and drag you down to our level!
Tharja: ...Oh? You would trade hexes with ME? Careful what you wish for, little girl.
Olivia: Oh, um...ha ha! Did I say hex? I did, didn't I? Er...that was a jest! I...I don't know what came over me! Ha ha! Ha... Um, let's just put down the cauldrons and spell scrolls and move along, shall we?
(Second conversation)
Olivia: Tharja, I was thinking... M-maybe we could form a little dance troupe? Just you and me, I mean. You're so beautiful and talented... It seems like a waste not to show the whole world.
Tharja: A dance troupe? Are you kidding? Forget it.
Olivia: N-no! I came up with a name and everything! I was thinking "The Dark Dancers!" ...or something like that.
Tharja: How nice. But tell me—which part of "forget it" did you not understand?
Olivia: P-please, just hear me out. I even thought of a color scheme for us! B-black and pink! ...you would provide the black, of course.
Tharja: Why do YOU get to choose who wears what?
Olivia: Oh! S-sorry, I didn't mean to— You could wear pink if you prefer!
Tharja: May the gods strike me where I stand if they ever catch me wearing pink. Can you honestly imagine me in anything other than black?
Olivia: W-well, no. That's why I— *sigh* Look, I'm sorry... Just...think about it, okay? Please. I'm sure you'd enjoy it. You could take center stage and be as dark and mysterious as you like. And I could...you know, do something in the background. Something...lighter.
Tharja: Let me get this straight: In this hypothetical dance, you would play second fiddle to me? You being a dancer, and me being someone who doesn't, in point of fact, dance? Look, when I told you to forget it, I meant it. ...But that doesn't mean I wouldn't be willing to help you perform.
Olivia: Wait, what? You'd...you'd do that for me?! Oh, thank you so much!
Tharja: Of course, it will involve putting a hex on you...
Olivia: *Gulp* ...It will?
Tharja: The hex will paralyze you, rendering you incapable of moving so much as an eyelid. Then I'll manipulate your limbs in a macabre dance, like a living marionette. I think that would be VERY entertaining, don't you? Hee hee hee!
Olivia: B-but, Tharja, that sounds...
Tharja: Did I mention that over the course of time, I'll come to control your mind as well? You'll belong to me heart and soul—a helpless puppet at my beck and call. How does that sound, Olivia?
Olivia: That...that sounds nothing at all like what I suggested! That sounds like a horror show!
Tharja: Well, everyone loves a horror show, don't they?
Olivia: Um, NO! Not when they're a part of the horror!
Olivia with Lissa
(First conversation)
Lissa: Hey, Olivia! Wanna go for a swim when we're done here?
Olivia: Oh, no... No, thank you. I just... I couldn't possibly.
Lissa: Huh? Are you blushing? Don't tell me you're shy about wearing a swimsuit?
Olivia: I...I kind of am.
Lissa: You won't wear a swimsuit, yet you're fine with dancing the way you do?!
Olivia: That's different... Dancing is my job. But to put on a swimsuit, even for fun... I could never do something so brave…
Lissa: Why not? It wouldn't reveal much more than your dancing clothes already do!
Olivia: You...you really think so?
Lissa: And besides, I think you'd look amazing in a swimsuit!
Olivia: Th-thank you. That's very kind of you... It seems everybody's trying to get me to wear one. It was the same at Anna's shop. When I told her I was a dancer, she said I might like some of their...bolder designs... And the stuff she showed me... *shudder*
Lissa: Hee hee! Not quite your thing, huh? How bold are we talking here?
Olivia: You can't even imagine…
Lissa: Oh, you'd be surprised. Try me!
Olivia: Seriously, these things seemed to be mostly made of...string.
Lissa: String? But you can't just wear pieces of string! How would that even work?
Olivia: Please. You don't want to know…
Lissa: Okaay... But they must have had just normal, everyday swimsuits too, right?
Olivia: I really don't remember... I was so taken aback by all the other stuff…
Lissa: Then let's go back and take a look! And this time, no freaking out! It's your job to be the center of attention! You gotta conquer that shyness!
Olivia: Y-you're right. And I suppose we are at the seaside, after all…
Lissa: There we go! That's the spirit!
(Second conversation)
Lissa: Wow, Olivia! That swimsuit is something else! Talk about smoking hot! I'm surprised the ocean didn't boil clean away!
Olivia: This is so embarrassing... I wish the ground would just swallow me up…
Lissa: Um... The idea was to build your confidence, not make you worse!
Olivia: Please! I'm begging you! Stop looking at me!
Lissa: Oh, man... Hey, but it wasn't all bad, right? I mean, those brigands were gawking so hard, we beat them easily!
Olivia: That is something, I suppose…
Lissa: It's just a shame that none of your cast-offs fit me, huh? You bought so many swimsuits, I was sure at least one would be my size. I don't get it. We're pretty much the same build and everything…
Olivia: W-well, it's just...you're still growing, you know? I mean, every girl is...different, right? I'm sure you'll mature in all the right ways!
Lissa: And what do you mean by that, exactly!? Come on, spit it out!
Olivia: Er...nothing! It's just that...um…
Lissa: Better hurry up, before I start maturing in all the WRONG ways!
Olivia: N-no, I was just trying to say that...you're more like...like Emmeryn! Y-you're developing more of her grace and charm with each passing day!
Lissa: ...Oh. You really think so?
Olivia: YES! I sure do!
Lissa: Weird. Everyone's always told me that Emmeryn and I are nothing alike…
Olivia: Really? Oh, uh... Well, wh-what do they know, right?
Lissa: Bah. Who cares, anyway? So what if we're different? That just means I have to find my own path! And in the end, I might grow up to be even better than her!
Olivia: That...that's right! And I just know you will! (Yeesh... How did this end up with ME having to reassure HER?)
Cherche with Sully
(First conversation)
Sully: Not bad...I'm impressed!
Cherche: By what?
Sully: The way you ran that last foe through. Smooth and efficient. You looked damn good when you were doing it too. Real ladylike. Not many women can pull that off—not with a battle going on, anyway.
Cherche: Well, thank you, Sully. But really, I only did what I always do…
Sully: Yeah, I know. Just never got around to mentioning it before. So what's your secret, anyway?
Cherche: I don't know if I have one. To be honest, I've never thought about it until now... Unlike you, it seems! You've clearly put a lot of thought into it, and it shows. I mean, a lot of people think you're very attractive, both on the battlefield and off…
Sully: Hah! Yeah, maybe. But it's usually women who say so—not so much men. You're different, though. You've got a special kind of feminine charm. It's a tough thing to learn, but you seem to have it down pat. I gotta say, I'm pretty envious…
Cherche: That's awfully nice of you, but...can we maybe talk about something else now?
Sully: Aw, crap! I'm making you uncomfortable, aren't I? Sorry about that…
Cherche: No, no, it's fine. It's just this particular topic reminds me of something...irritating.
Sully: Irritating, huh? Give me one guess. Something to do with Virion?
Cherche: Yes, exactly. How did you know?
Sully: Well, "irritating" and "Ruffles" go hand in hand in my mind.
Cherche: Heh, I see... Anyway, I'm a little tired now. Do you mind if we take this up later?
Sully: Sure thing, Cherche.
(Second conversation)
Cherche: Hey, Sully? Do you have a moment? It's about our conversation earlier.
Sully: What, the one about you and Ruffles?
Cherche: That's the one. I think you know, but I once served in Virion's household retinue. I was supposed to be a knight, but in that manor, I often felt more like a servant. He liked me right away, and for better or worse, I soon became his favorite retainer. Somehow, I found myself spending more and more time with him in the house. Which is how I ended up doing household chores, for want of anything better to do…
Sully: The hell you did! Didn't he have any maids?
Cherche: Oh, yes. Lots of them! It was a grand manor... That was the problem, though. He had no shortage of staff to look after him. So when I was thrown into their midst, the maids naturally viewed me with suspicion. Why was a knight doing their chores? Did I have "ulterior motives"? I had to work hard to fit in, to be even more maid-like than the best of them. At the same time, I had to remember I was a knight and bear myself accordingly. It wasn't easy, especially in the beginning. But in the end, I got them to accept me.
Sully: Riiight... And you think that explains your ladylike poise in battle, huh? How you can look like a hard-ass but be all dainty and feminine at the same time?
Cherche: Well, I'm not sure I'd use the word "hard-ass", but...maybe. I know it's farfetched, but it's the only explanation that makes sense to me. I'm a knight first and foremost...but inside, I'm a lady too.
Sully: Sounds like one hell of a jugglin' act, but you pull it off with aplomb. Wish I could say the same!
Cherche: Oh, I bet you could do it if you put your mind to it. Why don't we give it a go?
Sully: ...Come again?
Cherche: Aren't you tired of being mistaken for a man and cursing like a sailor? This seaside resort is the perfect place to get in touch with your feminine side... Here, why don't you slip into this swimsuit and show off your womanly charms?
Sully: You have GOT to be kidding me! I ain't puttin' on no damn swimsuit in the middle of a fight!
Cherche: But you haven't even seen it yet! At least take a look. I chose it especially for you!
Sully: ...The hell? You call THAT a swimsuit?! It looks like it's made outta wyvern scales or something…
Cherche: That's exactly what it's made of! This is special combat swimwear, you see. Light enough to swim in, but with full battle protection. The best of both worlds! And on the back, it even has a little pair of wyvern wings to complete the look! *Sigh* Isn't it wonderful? This is just about the most perfect swimsuit I've ever seen!
Sully: If you say so... Just looks plain weird to me. Look, when it comes to womanly charms and all that crap, I admit you've got me beat. But gods strike me down if you don't have the strangest taste in swimwear…
Cherche with Panne
(First conversation)
Panne: Cherche! This must stop!
Cherche: Panne, dear! Is something the matter?
Panne: Dear?! Do you think me your pet?! I am no "dear" of yours!
Cherche: Forgive me. I meant nothing by it. Now, what did you want to talk about?
Panne: Grrr... Do not toy with me! You know full well what this is about!
Cherche: I do...? I'm sorry, but I'm drawing a blank here.
Panne: Your lizard, man-spawn. Can it do nothing but gaze at me and drool? It does not take great genius to guess what the foul creature intends.
Cherche: Minerva is not foul! And she's certainly no lizard! Show some respect!
Panne: The finer points of reptile taxonomy do not concern me. Your lizard wishes to eat me.
Cherche: That's absurd! Minerva would never try to eat one of her allies! In fact, lately she only has eyes for fresh, wild rabbit.
Panne: ...Do I need to spell this out for you?
Cherche: What? Oh, ridiculous! You may not care for taxonomy, but Minerva can certainly tell a taguel from a rabbit! Isn't that right, Minerva?
Panne: Somehow that fails to comfort me...
(Second conversation)
Panne: Cherche! Did I not tell you to keep your lizard under control? She just grasped me in her mouth and threw me into the ocean!
Cherche: Goodness! Did she really? Perhaps she was trying to imitate a hawk—they sometimes try to drown their prey.
Panne: You think she was playing? Nonsense! The foul creature means to kill me! Who would have guessed that the taguel's greatest threat lay here in our own army?
Cherche: Panne, dear, don't be absurd! Your imagination is running away with you!
Panne: For the last time, I am not your "dear"!
Cherche: I apologize, Panne. But honestly, I'm sure Minerva was merely playing.
Panne: M-merely?!
Cherche: Look at her sweet, innocent face. Why, she wouldn't hurt a fly! How could you suspect anything so foul from such a gentle creature?
Panne: Wouldn't hurt a fly?! You yourself said that she loves nothing more than eating rabbits!
Cherche: Did I? Well, she might hurt a rabbit...but certainly not a fly!
Panne: Ugh. I tire of your silliness. Just tell your lizard that it is not to eat its allies. Got it?
Cherche: Fine, fine. You heard her, didn't you, Minerva? Panne is a valued ally. And you are not even think of eating her, understand?
Panne: Hmm. She seems suddenly...quieter.
Cherche: Well, its most likely that you offended her than she's decided not to eat you. It's like I said—she only ever wanted to play!
Panne: Well, why can she not play nicely?
Cherche: She wants to, but she doesn't realize her own size and strength. There aren't many other wyverns in the army for her to play with. So she has to make do with whomever she can find…
Panne: ...Very well. If she promises not to eat me, perhaps we can play a little.
Cherche: Hee hee. Thank you, Panne! And Minerva says thank you too!
Cherche with Olivia
(First conversation)
Cherche: Olivia? What are you up to?
Olivia: Oh, just collecting seashells.
Cherche: Really? What for?
Olivia: I was hoping to take one back as a memento of our visit here. As a dancer, I've been lucky enough to travel all around the world... And each new place I go, I always try to find a keepsake to take home with me. I thought a nice shell would be a perfect way to remember this pretty seashore.
Cherche: What a novel concept! For better or for worse, I spent most of my days in and around Virion's manor. I barely ventured beyond the grounds, let alone far enough to warrant a memento... So to be perfectly honest, I had no idea such a practice even existed.
Olivia: That's so sad…
Cherche: Ha! Well, not really. It was all I knew, so it seemed normal to me. That people can lead such widely differing lives is really quite eye opening.
Olivia: ...Ooh, I just had a thought! Why don't you look for a memento of your own?
Cherche: Hmm, yes... I would hate to forget any of the wonderful places I've visited. But it doesn't seem right to copy you. I'll need something other than a seashell.
Olivia: Well...how about this? I found it earlier, sparkling in the sand. Isn't it pretty?
Cherche: It certainly is... Hm? Wait a second... I know what that is. It's one of Minerva's scales.
Olivia: Oh, gosh! I-I had no idea!
Cherche: Hee hee, I'm glad you like it, but it's not much of a memento—for me, at least.
Olivia: I guess not. You could pick one of these up just about every place you visit.
Cherche: Exactly. I need something that comes from here and here alone. But we're getting ahead of ourselves here. There's a battle to be won here!
Olivia: Ah, yes! But if you do find something, promise to show it to me, all right?
(Second conversation)
Cherche: Hi, Olivia.
Olivia: Hey, Cherche! So have you found your memento yet?
Cherche: Well, I've been scouring the ground and sifting through the sand... You know, beachcombing. Hunting for something as fitting as your seashells. It's really amazing the kinds of things you find out here!
Olivia: Well, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself! Did you find anything good?
Cherche: I certainly did! Take a look at this.
Olivia: Er, is that...? EEEEK! IT IS! Augh, YUCK!
Cherche: What's gotten into you? It's just an insect husk.
Olivia: JUST an insect husk?! Look at that thing!
Cherche: Yes, it's quite a sight, isn't it? This type of insect only lives in warm, tropical locales like this one. It starts life as a grub, then it transforms into an adult, leaving behind this larval husk. All that buzzing you hear in the palm trees are the adults singing to court mates. If you look closely, the ground at the foot of the palms is littered with their corpses.
Olivia: ......
Cherche: The shine ever so briefly, live fleeting lives, then die—all in the blink of an eye. Then their dried husks flutter to the ground, marking the end of an ephemeral existence. It's ever so beautiful, isn't it? *sniff*
Olivia: Ever so beautiful?! More like ever so GROSS!
Cherche: Oh, come on. I thought you of all people would appreciate the poetry, Olivia.
Olivia: Don't look at me like that! There's no poetry in dead bugs falling out of trees!
Cherche: I think you're allowing preconceptions to blind you to the wonder of the creatures. Here, look at this little fellow. Completely adorable! Up close, it almost looks as if he's smiling—like he's found peace in death.
Olivia: S-smiling?! ARRGH, I can't do this! Get that thing away from me!
Cherche: *Sigh* That girl's far too high strung... If you ask me, these little guys make for perfect mementos of this place. Once the battle's done, I think I'll collect a whole sackful of them!
Henry with Kellam
(First conversation)
Henry: Nya ha ha! So many foes to fight! This is the best battle EVER!
Kellam: ......
Henry: Huh? Hey, Kellam. Where'd you pop up from?
Kellam: Actually, I've been standing here watching you the whole time…
Henry: You have? What for?
Kellam: Well...I couldn't help noticing you've got this gigantic smile on your face.
Henry: Do I? Hee hee! But look—you're grinning, too!
Kellam: Actually, I'm just squinting. ...I do that a lot.
Henry: Oh. Maybe you should try glasses.
Kellam: Um, I'll keep that in mind... Anyways, it seems like you're always smiling, no matter what?
Henry: Er, yeah, I guess I am, now that you mention it! Nya ha! I just love bein' in the thick of things, you know? All these epic battles...full of blood and gore and hexes and carnage and... Man, what a great time!
Kellam: Erm...right... So I was wondering... If I were more like you, always happy and enjoying my work... Do you think I'd be less...invisible? Might people, you know...notice me more?
Henry: Why? Is being invisible bad?
Kellam: Well, not in itself, I suppose. But sometimes it feels like no one cares about me. Like I don't even exist.
Henry: I think I get it now. Seems to me you're barking up the wrong tree, tin man. Visibility isn't your problem—you're just lonely! So all we gotta do is find a way to make you stop feeling lonely!
Kellam: Er...maybe, but that sounds much easier said than done…
Henry: Fear not! Let me stew on this for a spell and see if I can't come up with a solution. Don't worry, Kellam. We'll find a way to fix you up...one way or another!
Kellam: *Sigh* How reassuring...
(Second conversation)
Henry: Kellam? Heeey, Kellaaam! Man, where is that guy, anyway?
Kellam: I'm right here now two feet in front of you…
Henry: Ah-ha! THERE you are. Okay, I want you to hold reeeal still…
Kellam: U-um...what are you doing?
Henry: Ungh... Here we...go...mmmph... Tight...squeeze... *gasp*
Kellam: Um...Henry? Why are you forcing your hand through that gap in my armor?
Henry: I'm trying to climb inside with you! I figure that suit's so big, there's gotta be plenty of room in there for both of us!
Kellam: What?! It's not THAT big! You'll never fit in here!
Henry: Well, I might...if you'd just...scrunch over to the side... Almost...got it…
Kellam: Henry, this is NOT going to work! Even if you did get inside here, what in the world would you do in here?
Henry: Keep you company, duh! Remember? I promised I'd cure your loneliness! This is me keeping my promise!
Kellam: W-wait, THIS is your cure for my bouts of loneliness? To pack us both in a single suit of mail and walk around like a pair of sardines?
Henry: Nya ha! Isn't it genius? I put a lot of time and effort into thinking this up! Have you ever seen a lonely man sharing his armor with someone else? I think not! Plus, you wouldn't be invisible anymore, 'cause I'd know exactly where you were! Not to mention how flummoxed foes will be when they discover the odds have doubled! It's a win-win situation. So help me help you, and shove over a little, huh?
Kellam: P-please! This is NOT going to work! Ow! Get your foot off my—
Henry: *Sigh* I suppose you're right... That armor just isn't as spacious as it looks from the outside. Oh well. Guess I'll just have to come up with another plan!
Kellam: Whew... That was uncomfortable in every sense of the word…
Henry: Hey, that reminds me—did I ever tell you I was raised by wolves?
Kellam: W-wolves?! No, you didn't…
Henry: It's true. When I was a kid, my only friends were wolves, so they ended up raising me. Thing is...that made it tough for me to learn about basic human warmth and affection... Like just now, I tried to be nice to you and show you that I care and stuff, right? But I got it all wrong and instead just made you freak out. Sorry about that…
Kellam: Golly, no, Henry! You don't have to apologize. I appreciate what you're trying to do...and you actually did warm me up a bit.
Henry: I did? Nya ha! Great! Glad I didn't TOTALLY botch that!
Kellam: (I think he knows more about warmth and affection than he realizes...)
Henry: Huh? You say something?
Kellam: ...N-no, it's nothing. We should get back, though. We still have a battle to win!
Henry: Good point! Time for more carnage! Nya ha!
Henry with Gaius
(First conversation)
Henry: ......
Gaius: ...What is it, Junior? You're staring at me like I've got a banana for a nose.
Henry: I wasn't looking at YOU, grumpy. I was looking at your sack of sweets!
Gaius: Hey, keep your sticky little mitts to yourself, kiddo. No one touches Gaius's candy stash and lives to tell the tale.
Henry: I don't WANT any, silly. I just like looking at them!
Gaius: Huh? You never seen sweets before?
Henry: Not many, no. Back in Plegia, we hardly have any cakes or sweets at all. We don't get the plentiful harvests that Ylisseans and Feroxi enjoy. So the dishes we make are kind of basic, you know? Nothing like those, anyhow.
Gaius: Sounds like you had it pretty rough.
Henry: Yup. It's hard to make cakes out of turnips, though that doesn't stop people trying! Anyway, the point is, I've never seen so many tasty-looking treats all in one place!
Gaius: Well, when it comes to sweets and cakes, presentation is as important as flavor. A sophisticated gourmand like me can tell a good cake from a bad one at fifty paces.
Henry: Huh. I never dreamed there were so many different kinds of desserts. I'm pretty sure I could spend the whole day staring at your stash!
Gaius: You know what, Junior? I can see you're a man of exquisite taste. Tell you what...I'm gonna show you my secret hoard. I'm talking the gods' own sweets here. Treats like you ain't never seen. I've got a feeling you'll appreciate their splendor more than most.
Henry: Huh?! You mean you've got even more than what's in that sack?!
Gaius: Are you kidding? This little sampling would barely last me a single battle! Anyway, wait right here while I fetch my hoard. And don't try to follow me!
Henry: All right! Come back soon! Nya ha! This is gonna be great!
(Second conversation)
Gaius: All right, Junior. You ready?
Henry: Am I READY?! I thought my head was gonna explode from the anticipation!
Gaius: Sorry it took so long. My hoard's gotten pretty big. Hauling it around ain't easy. Anyway, to business! Wait for it... Wait for iiit... Ta-DAAAAH! Feast your eyes on THIS!
Henry: WHOA! That is one amazing collection!
Gaius: Isn't it? Here, check out this wyvern in flight—that's icing and marzipan, kiddo. And this looks like a regular quail egg, right? But it's actually a jellied coconut!
Henry: That's SO cool! Hee hee! And what about this one?
Gaius: Ah-ha! I knew you had an eye for quality, Junior. This, my savvy young friend, is the specialty of a little place in a distant corner of Valm. I don't recall the name of it, but inside it's filled with sweet black beans.
Henry: BEANS?! Nya ha! What an odd choice! So does it taste any good?
Gaius: Does it taste good, he says! I've had dozens of the things, and each one's been better than the last. They're full bodied and smooth, with a nutty sweetness that lingers on the tongue. Texture is medium firm, with a pillowry bite that melts in the mouth. Very well balanced. See the subtle earth tones of the dough and how they complement the filling? These sweet cakes are the work of a master—the result of YEARS of dedication. In fact, it's fair to say they represent the very pinnacle of the confectioner's art!
Henry: Wow! Yeah, I totally get that! Anything that has beans in it and still looks that good MUST be special!
Gaius: Right? Though not everyone appreciates them as much as you, strange to say.
Henry: Well, thanks for showing me your treasures, Gaius. It's been lots of fun! ...Oh! I almost forgot! I brought something to show you too!
Gaius: You did? What is it? A cake from your Plegian homeland?
Henry: Yeah...something like that! They're baked in special ceremonies as offerings to Grima. Never eaten one myself, but as you're the expert, I figured you'd like to try it!
Gaius: Crivens, Junior, was this baked in the fires of hell? It reeks of sulfur, and there's an evil, black miasma oozing from it... It...it's like something that fell off one of those walking corpses…
Henry: Nya ha ha! You really do know your sweets. That's EXACTLY what it's like! Sooo...are you gonna take a bite or what? First time for everything, right?
Gaius: Er...so they say, bu—
Henry: I just KNEW a self-proclaimed expert like you would want to give it a try. I mean, what kind of connoisseur turns down the chance to sample a whole new taste?!
Gaius: Er, yeah! Absolutely. Took the words right out of my mouth, ha ha! ...Ha. The thing is...I'm completely stuffed right now. Couldn't do it justice, you know? Maybe a bit later...or a LOT later, when I'm feeling more, er...peckish.
Henry: Alrighty! Here, I'll give you this one, and you can dig in when you're ready. Oh, and don't forget to give me your report—I wanna hear ALL the taste details!
Gaius: Ack! Y-you want me to touch the cursed thing? ...With my bare hands? C-could I maybe just...leave it here on the ground? While I, er...go do something? I'm sure it'll still be there when I come back!
Henry: Well, duh! Of course not! Then you'd get sand all over it, silly!
Gaius: O-oh...right. Ha ha... Wouldn't want to...*gag*...spoil it...
Henry with Libra
(First conversation)
Libra: Hah! Hi-yah! Keeee-YAH!
Henry: Hey-o, Libra! Why are you swinging your weapon at thin air like that?
Libra: I'm practicing my strikes. It's part of my daily training regimen.
Henry: Huh. Don't you get uncomfortable flailing around like that in this heat?
Libra: I'm only as hot as I allow myself to be. There is no pain the mind cannot overcome.
Henry: Really? I wonder. I figured some pain was way too deep for that…
Libra: You did? What kind of pain?
Henry: Like, I dunno...you're a priest, but you wield a weapon and smash people with it, right? I bet it causes you all kinds of anguish to have to splatter the life out of others!
Libra: That's...very perceptive of you, Henry. It's true that I inflict wounds with one hand while healing them with the other. But I do so in the belief that those wounds ultimately save lives.
Henry: But what a winding road to walk! Doesn't the contradiction drive you crazy? Why not leave the killing to those of us who enjoy it, and just focus on healing?
Libra: That's something I've often considered. But in the end, I always choose otherwise. When you wield a weapon, you hold the power to change men's fates in your hand. I have chosen to do so with full understanding and respect for that truth.
Henry: Aren't you overthinking things a little? A weapon's just a tool for killing! Wouldn't it be a whole lot easier to just accept that and move on? Who knows—you might wind up like me and start to really savor the joys of slaying! I mean, when you get down to it, aren't you and I both doing the exact same thing?
Libra: You're right. Accepting that probably would make things easier. But I don't believe that wielding a weapon should be easy…
Henry: Heh. You sure do like to make things difficult for yourself. I thought I might be able to help you simplify your life a bit, but... Oh well!
Libra: We'll just have to accept that we're never going to agree on this topic. And I'll just have to hope that you can somehow learn to respect that...
(Second conversation)
Henry: Hey there, Libra! Say, can we continue the conversation we were having?
Libra: Are you sure you want that? I would certainly be happy to comply, but I fear I'll simply end up repeating myself. I apologize in advance if I bore you…
Henry: Bore me? No way! I always enjoy talking with you, Libra!
Libra: You do?
Henry: I mean, I guess it's hard for an altruist like yourself to respect an egoist like me, but…
Libra: Not at all. In fact, I would say we have the same core philosophy. We simply justify it differently.
Henry: Oh yeah? Go on—this should be good…
Libra: You're no egoist. Don't forget that I've seen you fight. I've seen you risk your life to save others—civilian and comrade alike. That's hardly a display of self-centered behavior.
Henry: Pah! You probably just saw some of my wanton slaughter save someone by chance!
Libra: No. I've seen you observing the battlefield and moving in to help those in peril. You can say that it's because you love fighting or because it's all just a game. But I know the truth, Henry. You're deliberately saving lives.
Henry: ......
Libra: And the gods know it too.
Henry: They do, huh? Well, I don't believe in the gods, so it doesn't really matter what they think!
Libra: I see…
Henry: But for some reason, I do kinda care what you think, Libra. That's a little weird, huh?
Libra: Not in the least. It simply means you've accepted me as a friend and ally. I am pleased and honored. I shall continue to watch over you—for the rest of this battle, and beyond.
Henry: Nya ha! Thanks, Libra!
