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Char1 is the person whose name comes first in alphabetical order. Char2 is whose name comes second.

Char1 Char2 Lv Support
Ike Titania C

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

Ike Titania B

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

Ike Titania A

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

Ike Oscar C

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

Ike Oscar B

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

Ike Oscar A

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

Ike Soren C

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

Ike Soren B

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

Ike Soren A

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

Ike Lethe C

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

Ike Lethe B

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

Ike Lethe A

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

Ike Reyson C

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

Ike Reyson B

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

Ike Reyson A

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

Ike Ranulf C

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

Ike Ranulf B

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

Ike Ranulf A

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

Elincia Ike C

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

Elincia Ike B

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

Elincia Ike A

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

Boyd Titania C

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

Boyd Titania B

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

Boyd Titania A

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

Boyd Mist C

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

Boyd Mist B

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

Boyd Mist A

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

Boyd Brom C

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

Boyd Brom B

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

Boyd Brom A

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

Boyd Ulki C

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

Boyd Ulki B

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

Boyd Ulki A

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

Rhys Titania C

Titania: How are you feeling, Rhys?
Rhys: Good. No fevers or shaking today! Thanks for asking.
Titania: You know, I was just thinking about the first time we met. It was almost a year ago to this very day.
Rhys: Was it really...? Oh, you're right! My, time does fly.
Titania: Of course, I don't remember much of the initial encounter, since I was unconscious and bleeding! Ha! Remember that? I don't know why we didn't bring a healer with us that day... Fighting bandits without a staff? Not smart!
Rhys: It was lucky that I found you. I didn't usually venture that deep into the forest, but I was short on medicinal herbs.
Titania: Yeah, those bandits were a rough lot... Their stomping ground was right near your village, actually. It's all coming back to me now... They were tougher than I'd thought. We took most of them out with ease, but one fled into the woods and I gave chase. Big mistake. My horse got hung up in the undergrowth, and that bandit got the drop on me... At least Shinon hit him before I was killed.
Rhys: Gatrie and Shinon were both really worried when they brought you back to my parents' house.
Titania: Really? I didn't know that. Hmm... I didn't think Shinon ever worried about anyone... But they stayed with me until my wounds were healed, I remember that. You know, if it wasn't for your good work, I wouldn't have been able to use an axe anymore! I really appreciate it.
Rhys: No, I should thank you. You convinced Greil to hire me! And now I can send money back to my parents. They're both so old, and I'm their only source of income.
Titania: Your parents were very kind. Especially your mother... And she made that great wildberry pie! To repay their kindness, I will protect their only son no matter what.
Rhys: Oh, I appreciate that, Titania!

Rhys Titania B

Rhys: Training again?
Titania: Yep. I get antsy if I don't train every day... Kiyaaaa! Haaaaaa! Whew!
Rhys: Would you mind if I joined you for a while?
Titania: What? You want to train? Really? Well, no, of course I wouldn't mind. Um...why?
Rhys: I was hoping to find some way to... defend myself I hate being a burden on everyone.
Titania: Rhys! You're a healer, not a fighter. That's not your fault. I don't even think you know which end of a sword to stick in someone! Maybe...
Rhys: Yes, Titania?
Titania: I just wonder if you'd be happier had you not rescued me. Perhaps living in peace with your parents is more your style.
Rhys: Oh, I don't know. That life wasn't easy. I have a small, frail body, and there were few jobs for me in our village. My parents were always worried about me. I was sick all the time, and constantly getting bumps and scrapes... They only agreed to let me follow you because you were a strong mercenary group! They figured I would be safe.
Titania: ...There must be safer jobs out there! You could be a fisherman. Or a botanist! Do you like plants?
Rhys: Oh, that would bore me to tears! ...Titania...I love this job. I don't want to quit. I was a sickly child, and I didn't get out much. I used to sit inside and listen to the other children play... In those years, my uncle took me under his wing. He was a mercenary, too. He used to spin unbelievable yarns about his exotic travels and fantastic battles... It inspired me.
Titania: I had no idea!
Rhys: Kinda funny, isn't it? You know, I shouldn't say this, but... Sometimes, when we fight one long battle after another... It makes me happy. I feel like I belong.
Titania: You're a big part of our company, Rhys. I'm glad to hear you say so.

Rhys Titania A

Rhys: Hello, Titania. Could I join your training again today?
Titania: Sure, go ahead! Looks like you're getting your strength back. You look healthy.
Rhys: Yes. Thanks to you.
Titania: Oh, I didn't do much... Say, Rhys? What do you think of Ike?
Rhys: Ike? Well, I'm not the person to be judging another's battle skills, so I guess you want to know my take of the man... Ike... Well, despite his appearance... and the occasional angry outburst... he can be very thoughtful. Most importantly, he has doggedness, determination, and grit. He possesses the strength to turn ideal into reality. I think he is the right choice to lead the Greil Mercenaries.
Titania: I agree with you. But he is still young. He still has much to learn, and I wonder how those experiences will shape him. ...Frankly, I'm a little concerned.
Rhys: Why is that?
Titania: Our company is only going to grow, and he will soon face many hard choices... and also some temptations. Oh, we'll make money... But we're going to get job offers that will result in people getting hurt. Or worse. And to feed and equip a group of this size, we'll need jobs with a certain amount of risk.
Rhys: Commander Greil faced those same problems, didn't he?
Titania: He did, but Greil... He was different. The original Greil Mercenaries were famous for not being typical mercenaries. Sometimes we took on jobs for free... and we helped countless people at the expense of our own coffers.
Rhys: I believe that Ike holds the same ideals as Commander Greil.
Titania: I'm sure he does. ...Yes, I'm sure of it. Ike will definitely find reasons for us to fight and live. He'll pick the right path. I won't have to tell him anything. All we have to do is believe in Ike and follow him...to the end.
Rhys: Agreed.

Mist Titania C

Titania: Doing the laundry, Mist? Here, let me give you a hand.
Mist: Oh, no, no... Please, you've been fighting all day. I couldn't make you help!
Titania: We've all had our hands full around here, and you're no exception. Now, give me some of those... Wow. Talk about a pile of laundry...

Up to Chapter 18

Mist: Yeah, I'm actually washing everyone else's stuff while I'm at it. I thought it would be a good way to thank the others for all their help.

Chapter 19 or later

Mist: Yeah. I know I can't wash up after the entire Crimean army, but I thought I could at least help the Greil Mercenaries. It's a good way to thank the others for all their help.

Titania: Well, it's a thoughtful gesture, but make sure you don't turn it into a full-time job, all right? Oh, this one is ripped.
Mist: Oh, that's my brother's. He's been fighting too long in these old things. Look at it! It's practically falling apart! Next time we're in a town, I'm going to make him buy a new shirt. If he's going to be general, he'd better look the part!
Titania: Speaking of which...let me see that old thing you're wearing. The sleeve is coming apart. See?
Mist: Hey, you're right!
Titania: This is beyond repair. Your brother's not the only one who could benefit from a shopping trip. We'll go together, you and I.
Mist: I don't know, Titania... There's so much work to be done around here. I'm not sure I've got the time, really...
Titania: I'm telling you, Mist, you're pushing yourself too hard. Everyone appreciates your work, but you're leaving no time to relax!
Mist: Yeah, but...doing the chores helps me relax! What? Don't look at me that way!
Titania: Mist, that's nonsense. I mean it. You need to take some time off. Sometime soon, you and I will go into town, just the two of us.
Mist: Oh, all right!

Mist Titania B

Mist: I'm sorry about the other day, Titania. I really did have a good time, even if I didn't look like it...
Titania: Don't worry about it, Mist! You did look awfully serious the whole time, but that just proves to me how much you needed the time off.
Mist: And I did enjoy seeing the town. I'd never seen anything quite like it! But I kept thinking about all the chores waiting here...
Titania: You're far too considerate of others, Mist. You're always putting our needs before your own. You're so much like Elena in that regard.
Mist: My mother?
Titania: Yes. You and she are very much alike. But you know, Mist, you are still young. You do not need to take on all the burdens of adulthood so soon. I worry about you.
Mist: Oh, stop... Titania? Thank you...
Titania: No, Mist. Thank you.

Mist Titania A

Titania: Come over here for a second, Mist.
Mist: What is it, Titania?
Titania: Here. It's a little present from me.
Mist: Hey, this is that dress I saw in town the other day. Oooo, I loved this dress!
Titania: I thought so. Aren't you glad we made that trip together?
Mist: Oh, thank you, Titania.
Titania: It's nothing, Mist. Consider it a thank-you for all you've done. To tell you the truth, I've been a little worried about you. You've been doing so many chores, and you've been helping us all on the battlefield. It's a lot to ask of you. That's why I'm trying to make sure you stop and take care of yourself, treat yourself to something nice once in a while.
Mist: Titania...
Titania: Listen, Mist. I know you and Ike are close, but if there's ever anything you can't talk to him about, I want you to know you can come to me. I may not be Elena, but I do care about you just the same.
Mist: I... I will... Thank you... That's very nice of you, Titania. Tee hee hee... Oh, this dress is too good for me...

Kieran Oscar C

Oscar: Hi, Kieran. How are you?
Kieran: What the... Oscar! How I loathe that name! Don't give me such pleasant greetings! I care not for them!
Oscar: What did I do now?
Kieran: Oh ho! Don't tell me you've forgotten our second year of enlistment! The year we completed horsemanship? There was a final race to end the year... My beloved horse and I were flawless, but you beat us by the smallest of margins!
Oscar: Huh? Oh, are you talking about that race you challenged me to? Yeah, that was fun... But I thought the distance between us was at least three lengths--
Kieran: Ha! LIAR! Deceitful, lying, squinty coward! That was the very moment I marked you as my archrival! Don't pretend not to care!
Oscar: Uh...wow. I had no idea--
Kieran: But why!? I must know why you left the Crimean knighthood without a word of explanation! I devoted myself to training with my horse! I worked day and night so I could best my archrival... And thanks to my extreme devotion... I didn't realize you were gone until six months later! Delinquent! Reneger!
Oscar: Wait a sec... Kieran. How is that my fault?

Kieran Oscar B

Kieran: Oscar!!
Oscar: Hi, Kieran. Still hanging in there, huh?
Kieran: I can't take it anymore! Come back! Rejoin the proud brotherhood of the Crimean knights!
Oscar: This is sudden--
Kieran: As a former Crimean knight, surely you have some sense of loyalty! What say you!? Rejoin! For king and country! The homeland is in danger! Any who used to be Crimean knights should come rushing to her aid!
Oscar: You have a point. And I'm glad I'm able to help rebuild the homeland, even if it's as a mercenary.
Kieran: I'm not here to make you glad! I'm here to convince you to be a knight again! You're not fulfilling your allegiance to sweet Crimea by being a mercenary! How can you sleep at night?
Oscar: I love Crimea, but I'm happy here. I want to serve Ike as a member of the Greil Mercenaries. Forever.
Kieran: Darn! Why!? What draws you guys to such a life...? What could make the mercenary life so appealing that you would sell your loyalty to our glorious homeland, Crimea? A-ha! Could it be the nice fat salary!? That's it! I remember you saying that you needed money! Ho! Loose lips sink ships!
Oscar: If I wanted money, I would have stayed with the Crimean knights. I only get about half of that now.
Kieran: What in the--!? Bah! Wake up, man! Can't you see you're being duped!? Honor! Fortune! Glory! It can be yours!
Oscar: I doubt it.
Kieran: Bah, I say! You're hopeless!
Oscar: Who's hopeless...?

Kieran Oscar A

Kieran: Oscar!!
Oscar: Hello, Kieran. Are you going to ask me to return to the Crimean knights again?
Kieran: You guessed it! I'm a Crimean knight... and I'm very proud of that fact! No better friend! No worse enemy! A knight distinguishes himself in battle, returning in triumph to hear adulation from the people and praise from his lord! When you make your name as a knight, everyone knows you! The world is laid at your feet! And above all else, you can defend our beloved Crimea and her people with your own two hands!!
Oscar: That certainly sounds nice.
Kieran: It's better than the life of a mercenary, cavorting with outlaws and entering battles from which you never return! Why, Oscar? Why!? I just don't get it!
Oscar: ...
Kieran: You're my archrival! That's an honor! I know your true skills better than anyone. If you say you will come back, I'll do everything I can to recommend your honorable return to the knights!
Oscar: Heh. Thanks, Kieran. But I'm not returning. After joining the mercenaries, I had a chance to see the world. I saw grief with my own eyes. People subjugated by the powerful, losing everything and dying alone... Countries can't save people like that. It's up to men like us--men who are in the thick of the action--to aid those who cannot aid themselves. Besides, I have no use for honor. As long as I can defend the family called the Greil Mercenaries, I'm happy.
Kieran: Bla... Blast! You've outdone me again! How can this be? I don't know why or how, but... I feel you beat me yet again!
Oscar: You didn't lose. There are many things that a brave knight like yourself can do that we mercenaries cannot. So let's both do our best. We may stand on different sides of the field, but we aspire to the same ideal.
Kieran: I see... Then I will ask you no more!! Watch me! When Crimea is fully restored, my distinguished services will resonate throughout the ages! You'll hear about it wherever you are! I'll make sure of it!
Oscar: ...Yes, I'm sure you will. And when I hear your brave tales, I'll toast your success!

Janaff Oscar C

Oscar: Um... Hi there.
Janaff: Yes?
Oscar: Hello! ...Um... Nice weather today!
Janaff: Can I help you with something?
Oscar: No, not really. I'm just...
Janaff: So, you want nothing from me then? What an odd fellow. Well then, I'll be going. I don't get these beorc at all.
Oscar: Dangit, Oscar! You messed that up! Stupid! Stupid! Aw, how am I supposed to do this?! I've never dealt with these bird tribes before... But we're allies! We have to learn to communicate with each other... I'll do it right next time!

Janaff Oscar B

Oscar: Uh...hey there.
Janaff: Yes?
Oscar: We meet again! Ha ha! Haaa... Uh...sorry about the other day. I don't have much...experience talking to laguz, so... Hey, is there anything you don't understand about our company?! Maybe I can help!
Janaff: No, not particularly. Why?
Oscar: Well, I just thought... I mean, I have a young brother that's just about your age... ...Come on, Oscar, get it together... Um... Wow, you laguz are just so incredible! I mean, even a small kid like yourself can fight so--
Janaff: Did you just call me a child?!
Oscar: W-what's wrong?
Janaff: See here! I'm not a child! I'm over 100 years old!
Oscar: Wha...? A hundred...years...?
Janaff: I don't know how old you are, but no one calls me a child to my face and lives to tell about it! Don't you EVER call me that again! Got it, human!?
Oscar: Oh yeah, got it! Totally! Look, I'm really...Darn it, Oscar! Stupid! So stupid! Now you've really ticked him off! Man, what was I thinking? Now I have to go apologize. Again! Probably screw that up, too... Aaargh! So stupid!

Janaff Oscar A

Oscar: Uuuummm...
Janaff: Yes? Oh. You.
Oscar: Look, I'm really, really sorry about what I said the other day. Please forgive my ignorance.
Janaff: Ha! Well...I guess it's all right. As long as you don't do it again. By the way, how old are you? I can never tell with you beorc.
Oscar: I'm twenty-four.
Janaff: Twenty-four!? TWENTY-FOUR?! You don't even have a full set of feathers yet! You're a child! A suckling babe! I can't believe that the beorc send children out to battle! How can you be so cold and heartless?!
Oscar: Uh...well--
Janaff: What's your name, little one?
Oscar: O-Oscar?
Janaff: Janaff. But you can call me Uncle Janny. No wonder you said such rude things. Heck, I'm surprised you can even talk!
Oscar: Yeah, it's...um...surprising all right. I'm pretty bright for my age.
Janaff: Well, it's the duty of an elder to guide an ignorant child until he can fly. I forgive your rude remarks. If you ever need anything, come find me. If you have a bad nightmare or something, Unkie Janny will tuck you in. All right?
Oscar: Y-yes. Of course. Thank you. That'll be...a real help.

Oscar Tanith C

Tanith: Oh, excuse me...
Oscar: Yes?
Tanith: Did you just drop this cloth?
Oscar: Oops. Yes, that's mine. Thank you for picking it up. I apologize for troubling you, Commander Tanith.
Tanith: What is your name?
Oscar: Silly me. I forgot to introduce myself! I am Oscar, of the Greil Mercenaries. It's a pleasure to meet you, milady.
Tanith: Hm. I hadn't thought you were one of the mercenaries. That's quite interesting. I am here with only a minimal retinue, but I hope that we can demonstrate the greatness of Begnion's knights.
Oscar: I am well aware of Begnion's reputation. It's an honor to meet the leader of such an esteemed force.
Tanith: You're too kind.
Oscar: It was a pleasure meeting you, milady.
Tanith: Hm... Such a well-mannered young man. I always thought mercenaries were rude, crude, and vulgar men... Ike certainly has some fine lads under his command.

Oscar Tanith B

Oscar: Tanith, I must say, the charge you lead the other day was spectacular.
Tanith: We are knights of Begnion, after all. Anything less than a direct charge, knight against knight, would sully the honor of our apostle and our motherland.
Oscar: I'd heard stories of your bravery before, but to see you in action was incredible! To see so many pegasus knights swooping onto the battlefield at once, it was like seeing the sun break through the clouds.
Tanith: You over-romanticize us.
Oscar: Oh, no, milady. It was a sight to behold. But, and do not take offense at this, might I share an observation with you? It strikes me that your strategy works only if you have the superior numbers.
Tanith: Admittedly, in most battles, Begnion has the advantage of numbers. I can't recommend this tactic in our current campaign.
Oscar: I agree. Our army is constantly undermanned. Sometimes, it's a struggle just to get the basic necessities! It goes without saying that we'll never have access to all the resources that Begnion enjoys.
Tanith: Well, you seem to understand how to fight well enough with few numbers. Tell me, what would you do?
Oscar: We take advantage of our individual soldiers' strengths. Where you would overwhelm your foe with numbers, we cannot risk the losses. We cannot afford to lose a single soldier, even if his sacrifice brings us victory. After all, we might win a battle that way, but we will not be able to last out the war. Do not let honor drag you into a duel you cannot win. Dishonor is better than death if withdrawing means you live to fight again.
Tanith: Retreating from a fight is not an easy thing to do, but I must admit, your words make sense given our numbers.
Oscar: And I would hate to lose your strength to preserve something as intangible as honor.
Tanith: But you know, the pegasus knights can be stubborn. I'm not sure even I can convince them to change their tactics.
Oscar: Then I'll help you convince them. Maybe my experiences will be all the proof they need.
Tanith: You'd do that?
Oscar: Yes, of course. I don't have even half the experience you do, but if there's any chance I can help, I will.
Tanith: Oh, I think you can be quite persuasive. You know, you're not what I expected from a mercenary.
Oscar: I'm glad to have surprised you then, milady.
Tanith: We should be going. You'd best keep up with me. I have no intention of waiting for you and your horse!
Oscar: Well, perhaps I'll have to surprise you a second time!

Oscar Tanith A

Tanith: Are you going somewhere, Oscar?
Oscar: Yes, milady. I was just about to prepare supper. Is there something you needed?
Tanith: No, it's nothing important... I just wanted to thank you. Your insights into mercenary tactics have been helpful. I feel like I've learned more here than I did at the academy! Why, I'm starting to wish that I could take you back to Begnion with me, so that we could all benefit from your wisdom.
Oscar: That's kind of you to say, milady.
Tanith: By the way...you cook?
Oscar: Yes, milady. As I've said, we're a small company. Each of us handles a variety of tasks, from fighting to cooking to cleaning.
Tanith: You are full of surprises!
Oscar: You think so?
Tanith: I may be a fine warrior, but... It's embarrassing to admit, but I can't even crack an egg without hurting someone. The last meal I prepared at the academy took three of our finest generals out of action for nearly a month.
Oscar: Oh, my...
Tanith: Shocking, isn't it?
Oscar: Oh, no. I take it as a testament to your skills as a warrior. Just...remind me never to accept an invitation to dinner. Or...you know, if you'd like, I could teach you a little...
Tanith: You'd teach me how to cook?
Oscar: Only if you'd like.
Tanith: Hm. I'm sure you're as good an instructor in the cooking arts as in the military ones. All right. I accept your offer!

Mia Rhys C

Mia: Oh... It's you? YOU!? RHYS!? Well, can't be picky, I guess... Hiyaaa! Take this weapon, cur!
Rhys: Um... Oh, hello, Mia. What is this? A sword? Yes, I think that's right... Ooof! It's heavy!
Mia: Yessir! Who would have thought it was gonna be you!? Funny, that. Now... Get ready! En garde!
Rhys: Yaaaa! Wait! S-stop, please! I don't know what's going on! I c-can't use weapons!
Mia: Whaaat!? Oh, come on. You can use them a little, right? Riiiight?
Rhys: No! I've never even touched one before... B-but if you just want me to hold it, I can. Hmmm... I hold this end, right?
Mia: ...Oh, this is so disappointing! I had my fortune read the other day, and the old crone told me that I'd soon come across my one true foe! "With white robes flowing in the breeze, your archrival rides toward you..." Oh, I was so looking forward to it!
Rhys: Um...sorry to disappoint you. I'm pretty sure that it's not me.
Mia: Aw, it's not your fault, Rhys. I was just prepped for a big fight with my archrival, and then you came walking by... Thought maybe it was you, you know?
Rhys: Um... I can just stand here and hold the sword if you want to hit it a few times.
Mia: Nah, forget it. I don't want you to get hurt. I'll give up for today... Shucks.

Mia Rhys B

Rhys: Oh, hello, Mia. Um... You're not going to throw a sword at me again, are you?
Mia: Huh? Oh, heya, Rhys. I was hoping to run into someone today... And guess what? You showed up!
Rhys: Ahhh! Not that fortune-telling again! L-look, I d-didn't mean to interrupt you... Let me just back away now...
Mia: No! Stick around! I could be wrong. Maybe fortune-telling can't predict the future after all... Too bad! That crone had a great reputation. Wait... Maaaaaybe...
Rhys: Yes?
Mia: Do you want to train with me, Rhys?
Rhys: Huh?
Mia: Oh, why didn't I see it before! You have what it takes to be a legendary swordsman! You just don't realize it yet. There is awesome potential within you. And when you finally realize it, you'll end up clashing with me as my grand archrival!
Rhys: Hah! Haaa... Um... I don't think that's likely to happen, Mia. Although...it's true that I once wanted to be a fighter, back when I was a frail child.
Mia: Aha! I knew it! You can't give up unharnessed talent like yours just because you're frail! Give it a try. C'mon! I'll train you myself! We'll start with the basics.
Rhys: You...will?
Mia: Of course...even if I am training the man that will one day be my most hated rival! We better get cracking!

Mia Rhys A

Mia: Uhhh...look, I'm really sorry. It looks like I pushed you a little hard.
Rhys: No...I wanted to be a myrmidon. And I had fun... Well...before the cramps started. Oooh, the cramps... Yaaaaa...
Mia: Are you sure you're well? You've been running a fever for days! Are you really going to battle like this?
Rhys: It'll be fine. I'm not overdoing it. I'll just support everyone from the rearguard. And I'll have you looking out for me, right?
Mia: Of course! I feel responsible for your safety. I always try to look out for you and make sure you're holding up. You know, I've been thinking for a bit... And... Um... And I've decided to stop believing in fortune-telling.
Rhys: Well...maybe the fortune's meaning was just mixed up--
Mia: Hogwash! No more excuses! It's all a bunch of hooey! But hey, wait a second... "With white robes flowing in the breeze, your archrival rides toward you..." ...RIDES toward you... Could he be a mounted soldier and not a myrmidon?
Rhys: Huh?
Mia: You may be horse-riding material, Rhys. Yeah, that's it! Marching is a lot easier on horseback. Wouldn't that be better for you?
Rhys: What!? Me on h-horseback!?
Mia: Yeah! You wear white, too! Don't you think you'd look dashing on horseback!? Swing your staff from the top of a horse and I'll fight in style beside you!
Rhys: Whoa...hold it right there, Mia...
Mia: All right! It's settled, then! We've got to get you training!
Rhys: Hold it! You've got the wrong guy...
Mia: No, I don't. We're destined to meet!
Rhys: We are?
Mia: Yes! I can't think of anyone else that could be the man of my destiny!
Rhys: D-destiny!? Wait a second... I thought I was your archrival!
Mia: Never mind the details! I am counting on you, Rhys!

Rolf Rhys C

Rolf: Rhys!
Rhys: Hello, Rolf. Oof! Thanks for the hug! Why are you running like that? Did something happen?
Rolf: Nope. I just ran because I saw you! Say, how are you feeling?
Rhys: Today I feel fine, thanks. I did light exercise this morning and finished all my breakfast.
Rolf: Oh, I'm glad to hear that! When it's hard for you, let me know! I remember when you used to get sick and stay in bed all the time! But here you are, fighting every day.
Rhys: Ha! I remember those days... This new job is hard sometimes, but it's nice to be with everyone.
Rolf: I know! All that you and me and Mist ever did was stay behind at the stupid fort while everyone else was fighting. Being left alone was sad and scary, huh?
Rhys: Yes, I suppose it was... Remember the time we heard Commander Greil discussing that dangerous mission in the strategy room? When our friends left the fort, the three of us prayed so hard for their safe return... Those were the longest days of my life.
Rolf: That's why I'm scared to fight sometimes... But I still think it's good that we're fighting together now!
Rhys: Positive thoughts are always a help. It's pointless to focus on the negative all the time.
Rolf: You said it, Rhys! Let's think positively! Otherwise, I...
Rhys: Otherwise what, Rolf?
Rolf: Oh, um...nothing! I gotta go see Mist now. See you later, Rhys!
Rhys: Hmm...

Rolf Rhys B

Rolf: Oh, Rhys! What's wrong?
Rhys: Hm? Nothing, Rolf.
Rolf: Are you feeling sick? Are you gonna barf?
Rhys: No, no. What makes you think that?
Rolf: Don't lie! I can tell! Your hands and face always turn pale when you're sick! Let me see your hands!
Rhys: Hey, stop that! I'm only wearing gloves because they're fashionable right now! Don't take those...
Rolf: AHA! They're cold! Cold as ice! You're supposed to tell me when you're having a rough time of it!
Rhys: ...Sorry, Rolf. But I'm well enough to move around a battlefield, so I'll be all right.
Rolf: You're talking about a battlefield, Rhys! Not some fort! Don't pretend to be fine if you're not! You'll end up dead if you keep doing stuff like that!
Rhys: Rolf... I... I'm sorry...
Rolf: Hmph!
Rhys: I'm really sorry, Rolf. I wish... Cough! I wish I wasn't so frail. It would be nice to be strong.
Rolf: Well, I wish your staff could heal sicknesses and not just big gaping axe wounds!
Rhys: So do I...Sigh... I wish I had a better plan than just waiting for it to pass.
Rolf: Well, I'll ask Ike to let us fight together. At least then I can keep an eye on you.
Rhys: Thanks, Rolf...

Rolf Rhys A

Rolf: Rhys?
Rhys: Rolf? What's up?
Rolf: You're feeling better today, huh? I'm glad. You were so sick last time...
Rhys: All I ever do is cause you to worry... Maybe I should just leave the mercenaries. I don't want to be a burd--
Rolf: No! You're wrong! That's not what I meant at all!
Rhys: I know, Rolf. But... It's hard for me. The fighting is difficult enough, but to cause everyone grief on top of it... And it's not just you, either. I cause Ike and Titania trouble, too. Maybe I'll just pack my things--
Rolf: N-no! I don't want you to go! If you leave, I'll cry! I wasn't blaming you, you know? You can't help being barfy all the time.
Rhys: Rolf...
Rolf: Oh, that's not what I meant. Listen, just count on me, all right? I'll help you.
Rhys: What did you say?
Rolf: Fighting our enemies is really scary! In fact, once I almost wet my... Anyway! I don't want anyone to die. Before, all I could do was wait and pray, but now I can fight and defend everyone! That makes it easier to focus.
Rhys: I understand.
Rolf: That's why I want to defend you, Rhys! If I know that I always have to defend you, it will make me less scared. And the more I do it, the stronger I get! So don't you dare leave us!
Rhys: Rolf... You... You've really grown up. All right, it's a deal! I won't hide anything from now on. And I'll count on you, too! You can be my very own knight in leather armor!
Rolf: Yeah, that'll be great! ...Um, hey, Rhys? Don't tell anyone that I almost... All right?

Kieran Rhys C

Kieran: Hey, Rhys! Nice day, isn't it.
Rhys: Oh, hello, Kier... Yaaaa! What happened to you!?
Kieran: Huh? What is it?
Rhys: Th-there's blood gushing down the side of your head!
Kieran: Hm? Why, so there is... Isn't that odd?
Rhys: Odd? Please, hold still! Just stay there! Let me get my heal staff and--
Kieran: Heal staff? Bah! I'm fine. A scratch like this will heal itself! You should have seen the time I fought the Giant Scorpions of--
Rhys: Oh, my goodness! Are you kidding!? Please! Hold still... ...Phew! That should do it. But...how did you hurt yourself?
Kieran: Oh, I was just training over there... Must have gotten a little crazy! Hiyaaaaaa! Whaaaaaaa!
Rhys: Who were you sparring with? And why did they hit you hard enough to draw blood?
Kieran: Sparring? Ha! No one spars with Kieran! I'm too much man for them! No, I was just swinging my axe around.
Rhys: H-how do you cut yourself swinging--
Kieran: Rhys? I'm a Crimean knight! We fear neither blood, nor pain, nor terribly sharp implements being inserted into our...
Rhys: Ooooooohhh...
Kieran: ...Eh? What's wrong, Rhys?
Rhys: I... I'm sorry. I just got a little lightheaded there... Do you always put yourself through such harsh training?
Kieran: Of course! I'm a Crimean knight! I never cut corners in my training! Why, even if the enemy were to lance me with a thousand barbed and poisoned needles, I would never stop!
Rhys: Well, that's an...admirable attitude... But I'm still concerned... Oh, dear me.

Kieran Rhys B

Rhys: Ah, Kieran. There you are.
Kieran: Oh, hello, Rhys! What brings you here?
Rhys: May I watch you train? I figured someone with a heal staff should be around, just in case an accident happens.
Kieran: Ha ha ha! Aren't you a worrywart! But being watched is good! Now I can take my training to the next level! All right! Watch this!
Rhys: Oh, er... I'm just here to see that you don't get hurt... Oh, do be careful... No! Don't juggle the lance, too!
Kieran: Behold the awesome power of Crimean Royal Knight Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran! Now I call this little trick-- Nnngg...! Gaaaaa! Whaaaaaaaa! ...Ah, nuts.
Rhys: Oh, dear heavens! Oh, this is terrible. Stay right there! Let me take care of you...
Kieran: Ho, I'm fine! Don't worry about old Kieran! I just need to pull this axe out of my head here... Whooo, that's sharp!

Kieran Rhys A

Rhys: Are you...training again, Kieran?
Kieran: Oh, Rhys! Say, thanks for helping me out the other day! Who knew that head wounds bled so much? Of course, this one time a sellsword tried to jam hot coals inside my--
Rhys: Please, Kieran! Stop! You have to think about your own safety!
Kieran: Safety? Ha ha ha! I'm not a coward! Crimean knights fear nothing! Never! Why, not even the threat of merciless--
Rhys: I know! I know, but... If something happens to you, it will ruin your reputation.
Kieran: My reputation?
Rhys: Your gravestone is going to say: "Here lies Kieran the knight! He suffered a massive hemorrhage in training and died cold and alone." Are you all right with that?
Kieran: Hmm... Y-yes, that could be bad... Why, no one would ever remember the time that I fought the Mad Crocodile of Upper--
Rhys: Please! Promise me that you won't do any more dangerous training.
Kieran: Wha--?! Oh, that's a hard pill to swallow! But if I die in training before hitting the battlefield, it would be a shame... Oh, what to do...
Rhys: We'd be in trouble if we lose you, Kieran! Er... Oh! Yes! You see, we can't achieve victory without our greatest soldier-- that would be you--in our army!
Kieran: I see. Yes, you're right! You're absolutely right! Our army's finest warrior cannot afford to push it too far! Very well. I'm not sure how this will work, but I will take better care of myself! From now on...simple training!
Rhys: Phew... Thanks for your understanding. I'll come check on you from time to time. Remember! Take it easy!
Kieran: Sure, no problem! Hmmm... I guess I'll just...sit down here and... knit...something... Ooo, look! A bear!
Rhys: No, Kieran! Noooooooo!

Rhys Ulki C

Rhys: Um... H-hello! Hello there!
Ulki: Mmm?
Rhys: Er... I'm... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you mad! I just wanted to talk to--
Ulki: I'm not mad. Can I help you with something?
Rhys: Ooh! Oooooh! I'm so glad! I'm Rhys! N-nice to meet you!
Ulki: Er...hello. I am Ulki.
Rhys: Er... Well... Say, you can really fly with those wings, huh?! I saw you turn into a hawk before... It was amazing! I envy you!
Ulki: Mrrr?
Rhys: Oh, sorry... That probably sounds weird. I've always been sickly. When I was little, I spent a lot of time in bed. So... I used to gaze out the window and see all the little birds flying around the sky... It must be fantastic! Flying wherever you want, whenever you want?!
Ulki: Um... Fantastic. Yes. I suppose. I never thought of it.
Rhys: Oh, I don't blame you! After all, you've been flying since you were born... Soaring through the skies like a puffy cloud!
Ulki: Mmm? Clouds do not soar... I am confused.

Rhys Ulki B

Rhys: Ulki!
Ulki: Oh, the sickly beorc. Hello.
Rhys: I had the honor of seeing you battle the other day! Your 360-degree loops were extraordinary!
Ulki: ...I did a loop?
Rhys: And right after that, you circled many times and then dived at that soldier... BLAM!! Hee hee! Oh, you're something else!
Ulki: Well... I suppose...
Rhys: Oh, how I wish I could soar through the air like that!
Ulki: Er, yes. You mentioned that.
Rhys: On sunny days, I'd take to the skies and land on a high mountain peak, then gaze down on the villages below... Oh, just thinking about it makes me so happy! Ahhhhh... Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh...
Ulki: Er...yes. I suppose... Flying could also help you take care of injured people.
Rhys: Hey, that's a great thought! I could just zoom right over and treat the victim! I'd love to do it!
Ulki: Hmm... Well... Do you want to... give it a try?
Rhys: Huh!? But h-how!? I don't have wings or anything... Oh, wait... Are you serious?!
Ulki: ...

Rhys Ulki A

Rhys: Ulki! Oh, my dear friend Ulki! I'm so looking forward to the next battle! I mean, fighting is terrifying and I'd like to avoid it and all that... But I'm going to be so useful!
Ulki: I'm glad to hear--
Rhys: But I have to hang on to your back! No matter what... Oh, may I practice with you just one more time? Please? Pleeeeease?
Ulki: Er... No. I can't use up any more energy before battle...
Rhys: Oh, I see... I apologize... Yes, very sorry... Um... Say... Does shifting tire you?
Ulki: Yes.
Rhys: What!? Oh no! But... You let me practice with you! For days! Yesterday we flew for nine hours!
Ulki: Well... It was my fault for not saying anything. You looked so happy that... I didn't have a chance to bring it up.
Rhys: You know what? I think you're pale... And your eyes are all bloodshot... ... I'm sorry... Let's just forget it...
Ulki: Perhaps we should. It might be dangerous for me to go into battle like this.
Rhys: I agree...
Ulki: But...if we ever have some free time, I will take you on a ride.
Rhys: Whooo-hoooo! Yes, thank you! That would be great, Ulki!!

Gatrie Shinon C

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

Gatrie Shinon B

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

Gatrie Shinon A

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

Rolf Shinon C

Rolf: Uncle Shinon! Wait, Uncle Shinon!
Shinon: What do you want, Rolf?
Rolf: Tee hee hee! Look at this!
Shinon: Why are you showing me this? It's just a piece of bent wood.
Rolf: No, Shinon. It's a bow! You gave me my first bow, and I wanted to return the favor! I'm making it one whittle at a time. I know it's not exactly the best-looking weapon out there, but... I hope you'll use it!
Shinon: Meh. Maybe if I overhauled it... I may be able to...call it a...bow. This thing is going to break the first time I fire it! You want me to be unarmed on the battlefield? Is that it?
Rolf: I... I don't--
Shinon: Look, to begin with, you used the wrong kind of wood. This is much too hard and inflexible. Remember the bow I made for you? It didn't look like this, did it?
Rolf: B-but... I worked so hard! It should be just like yours!
Shinon: Not even close.
Rolf: N-not...not even... Wh... Whaaaaaaa! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Shinon: Ah, crud. Don't start bawling! Look, let me give you a quick lesson.
Rolf: Whaaaaa... Really!? Promise? Oh, I'm so happy! Yay! Yay! I love you, Unkie Shinon!
Shinon: Yeah, yeah, it's a promise. Now quit clinging to me like a lost dog. Hey, seriously! Rolf...!

Rolf Shinon B

Rolf: Look, look, Uncle Shinon! Doesn't it look like a bow now?
Shinon: I guess you could...categorize it as a bow. Maybe. If you closed your eyes.
Rolf: So will you use--
Shinon: No way! I don't want to die just yet.
Rolf: Wha... Whaaa... Oh, fine! I'll just use it myself.
Shinon: Oh, for the love of... Rolf! Wait!
Rolf: What?
Shinon: Give me the bow.
Rolf: Did you change your mind?
Shinon: Yeah. I suddenly got this...uh... weird urge to take it.
Rolf: Really? All right! Whooooo! Here you go, Uncle Shinon!!
Shinon: Thanks. Um...see you later.
Rolf: Wow, I bet Uncle Shinon will just love my bow! It'll be his favorite bow ever! But I wanna see him fire it… I know! I'll follow him. Tee hee hee! Here I come, Uncle Shinon!

Rolf Shinon A

Shinon: Get over it, Rolf.
Rolf: ...
Shinon: Oh, come on! It was in your best interest.
Rolf: ...
Shinon: Psh! What a stubborn brat. If you're going to be like that, I'll just leave.
Rolf: YOU THREW MY BOW AWAY!!
Shinon: Listen, Rolf. If I had let you onto a battlefield with that bow, you would have been killed. I prevented your death in advance... Heck, I saved your life! You should be thanking me.
Rolf: I know that, Uncle Shinon, but... I put my whole heart into that bow! I just wanted you to be happy. The first time I went into battle, my feet were shaking because I was so scared. But then I held the bow that you made for me, and it gave me strength. And I said, "Rolf! You can do this!" I learned absolutely everything from you! That's how I've stayed alive this whole time.
Shinon: ...But why on earth... Why would you depend on me like that? I mean, I just I taught you how to fire the bow on a whim.
Rolf: But it still made me happy! My brothers never let me do anything. They still treat me like a baby. If you hadn't taught me archery, I'd be sitting at home right now! I hate waiting around while everyone is fighting for their lives. I mean, we all made it back yesterday but... What about today? Or tomorrow? At home, all you do is wait and wait and feel terrible. I hate it!
Shinon: Rolf, I know how you feel, but... adults don't want to send kids to a battlefield if they can help it. Only a complete madman wants to be involved in the death of someone else. Especially if it's a kid. But the sad thing is, it's more about making ourselves feel better than saving the life of another. The fear of being responsible for a death is always in the back of our minds, so we try to lessen the guilt as much as possible. Humans...most humans...feel the pain of others. Holding that back is a lot harder than you think.
Rolf: Wow. I never thought about that.
Shinon: It's a rough lesson to learn. Bah! I hate adults like nothing else. All ego and pride... Kids live a more honorable existence. But you're growing up fast. So the sooner you learn to survive, the better.
Rolf: So that's why you taught me archery, isn't it? It wasn't just a whim!
Shinon: ...Well... Maybe... But if that's what you want to think, and it puts you in a good mood, it's fine by me.

Janaff Shinon C

Janaff: Ho! You there! Halt!
Shinon: ...
Janaff: Hey, did you hear me? I said halt!
Shinon: Who are you?
Janaff: I'll ask the questions, thanks. Hmmm... I haven't seen your face around here before. Are you a new recruit? State your name and unit.
Shinon: I don't have time to answer questions from ignorant half-breeds.
Janaff: W-what? What did you call me!? Hey! I'm talking to you, jerk!
Shinon: Say that again... Go ahead. It'll be the last thing you ever say.
Janaff: I'm not afraid of you, human! Crossing me is the worst decision you'll ever make.
Shinon: ...
Janaff: ...
Shinon: You're lucky, half-breed. I'll let you go this time.
Janaff: Pah! It's me who's letting you go. And don't forget it, human!

Janaff Shinon B

Shinon: Oh, look, it's the half-breed birdbrain. What a pleasant surprise. Peck anyone lately?
Janaff: Don't start with me, you human jerk.
Shinon: I hear you're a bodyguard for the king of Phoenicis. Not a bad gig... considering how scrawny you are.
Janaff: I hear you knew Greil for ages. They say he betrayed his men and aided Daein before fleeing to Crimea.
Shinon: Are you calling him a traitor?! Dastard! You'll die for that! No... I'm not going to do this. I'm a true mercenary. I'm won't give you the satisfaction of a free fight.
Janaff: ...I don't get you, human. You have no clan and no master... What are you fighting for?
Shinon: I fight to live. That's all. Doesn't everyone? It's not like people kill each other for fun.
Janaff: You don't?
Shinon: What?
Janaff: You don't kill for fun? You don't enjoy it?
Shinon: No. Why, do you?
Janaff: I thought you humans...liked to kill. That's why you make weapons. Why you hunt animals for sport.
Shinon: Ha! We make weapons to protect ourselves from you half-breeds! Only wealthy bluestockings with too much time on their hands hunt for sport!
Janaff: ...
Shinon: Man, what an idiot...
Janaff: Wait! I have more questions! Rrrr! Human jerk!

Janaff Shinon A

Janaff: Oh. There you are.
Shinon: ...
Janaff: Shinon, right? Do you have a moment?
Shinon: Huh? Oh, it's the half-breed birdbrain! Life is full of surprises, and not all of them are the good kind.
Janaff: Don't lash out at me, you huma... Er... I'm sorry about the other day.
Shinon: Y-you're what?
Janaff: I misunderstood the beorc. I thought all beorcs liked killing, and that we could never learn to live with one another.
Shinon: Why did you join Ike's army if you feel that way? Did the king order it?
Janaff: No. The relationship with our king is not one-sided like that. If we do not deem the king's orders to be right and just, we will not obey them.
Shinon: Then why did you join?
Janaff: Commander Ike saved one of my friends in Serenes. Though my first duty is always as Prince Reyson's bodyguard, I also hope to return the favor. I trust the commander. I...like him.
Shinon: Ha! At least someone does.
Janaff: Hm?
Shinon: I've always hated Ike. He gets everything handed to him and takes it all for granted.
Janaff: But that's not his fault, is it? One can't decide their parentage.
Shinon: ...Nah, I suppose it's not his fault. But you know what? It's my choice to feel this way, so I'll keep doing it.
Janaff: Heh. You've got that right.
Shinon: Wait, wait. Why am I talking about this stuff with you?
Janaff: You know what, Shinon? You kind of... You remind me of me when I was young.
Shinon: Huh?
Janaff: I used to be quite the daredevil before I grew into adulthood. Nothing ever seemed to please me.
Shinon: How old are you, anyway?
Janaff: I'm a bit over 110 years old.
Shinon: Wha--?! You half-br...you guys must have a different way of counting than us humans.
Janaff: Don't spring, summer, fall, and winter make a year in your calendar, too?
Shinon: So if I'm twenty-seven, you must be at least...eighty-five years older than me!
Janaff: Indeed. So give me some respect, you young pup. If you run into trouble in the future, come see me. I'll give you the kind of advice that only an elder can give.
Shinon: Oh, hey! Hold on! Um...tell me more about your life. You've seen a lot, you know?

Gatrie Ilyana C

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

Gatrie Ilyana B

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

Gatrie Ilyana A

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

Gatrie Marcia C

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

Gatrie Marcia B

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

Gatrie Marcia A

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

Astrid Gatrie C

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

Astrid Gatrie B

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

Astrid Gatrie A

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

Soren Stefan C

Stefan: ...
Soren: Who goes there?
Stefan: Don't be so alarmed. I'm...one of yours.
Soren: One of ours? Unlikely.
Stefan: Yes, one of your kind. I see that you pretend to be something you aren't and have lived among foreigners.
Soren: ... I, I...
Stefan: Hmmm...I see that I've puzzled you. I'll let you stew on what I have said. Let's sit and talk next time our paths cross.
Soren: ...

Soren Stefan B

Soren: ...
Stefan: You don't fit in with this roving band of beorc, do you? Your stone sticks out from the wall.
Soren: Oh. It's you again.
Stefan: Come down to the colony in Grann Desert. Others live there. Others like you. You know...the Branded.
Soren: I don't know what you're babbling about, but you're embarrassing yourself. I belong here, thank you.
Stefan: I see... Well, if that's the case, I won't twist your arm.
Soren: ...

Soren Stefan A

Stefan: This war will be over soon enough. Why are you still pretending to be something you aren't?
Soren: Why do you keep bringing this up? I don't know what you're talking about!
Stefan: You're Branded--there's no doubt about it. I can tell. I'm just like you.
Soren: ...
Stefan: You've grown quite good at hiding it. But, it's merely a matter of time before your heritage becomes...evident.
Soren: ...Evident?
Stefan: You may have already started to notice. We age differently than the beorc. Of course, the specifics of it depend on the type of laguz blood that flows in your veins.
Soren: I thought I was aging normally... Well, until about three years ago.
Stefan: You won't be able to remain in the same place. Beorc aren't very observant, but even they will soon catch on.
Soren: That may be true... But I will not leave Ike's side.
Stefan: ...When the time comes--and you will know when--ride to Grann Desert. You have friends there.
Soren: ...

Ilyana Mia C

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

Ilyana Mia B

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

Ilyana Mia A

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

Largo Mia C

Mia: Wow! Look at the arms on that one!
Largo: Hmmm? My arms?
Mia: They're huge! By the way, I'm Mia. I'm a myrmidon searching for a sworn rival. Do you want to spar?
Largo: Spar? With you? Ummm... I don't know.
Mia: What do you mean you don't know?
Largo: I'm not sure how I feel about sparring with a girl.
Mia: But I'm a dangerous myrmidon! A graceful whirlwind of singing steel!
Largo: I don't know how to put this, but... shouldn't you be doing something more domestic than fighting with a sword? I don't know...maybe knitting? Or cooking? I guess you could learn to be a mage...
Mia: ...For your personal safety, I hope you aren't saying that I can't fight because I'm a woman.
Largo: Well...
Mia: All right, you brought this on yourself! Get ready to fight!
Largo: Uhhh... I was only saying that people need to be more peaceful. Yeah...that's it. Hey, I've got an idea! Let's see who can knit better.
Mia: Enough talk! Time to fight!

Largo Mia B

Mia: Hey, Largo!
Largo: Oh, it's you again. Hey, um... Sorry about, you know, what I said the other day. My arms and legs are sorry, too. Oh...the bruises...
Mia: Don't worry about it. But you know why I'm here!
Largo: Huh? Why?! Please don't hurt me!
Mia: What else? I came here to get more sparring practice! I'm always in search of my true nemesis!
Largo: You want to fight again? I know you like to spar, but this is crazy!
Mia: So you're saying I can't win again because I'm a woman?
Largo: What?! No! No no! Noooooo! I didn't say that. I don't want to spar you!
Mia: I know exactly what you meant! Well, prepare to feel the wrath of my training sword again! And if that doesn't teach you, we'll train some more tomorrow!
Largo: Whoa...this is all a misunderstanding! You can't expect me to fight you again. Look at these bruises!
Mia: You should have thought about that before spouting off about male superiority again. Get your axe ready!
Largo: But I didn't say anything!! Oooh, all right. I'm going to be sore tomorrow...
Mia: Hah! I'll go easy on you!

Largo Mia A

Mia: You fought...hard...that time! Who do you think won?
Largo: It was close, but I think you beat me again.
Mia: Are you sure?
Largo: Yep. I'm bushed.
Mia: You didn't go easy on me because I'm a woman, did you?
Largo: Not at all. It's just that I'm no match for that sword arm of yours.
Mia: ...Ooooh, boy... I'm beat! I think I'll go grab some sleep.
Largo: Wait... I know you're tired, but can I ask you one question?
Mia: Sure.
Largo: Why push yourself so hard?
Mia: Because I've been told too many times that a sword doesn't belong in the hands of a woman. I've got something to prove.
Largo: Oh...I get it.
Mia: I understand if I lose to someone with better technique. When that happens, I can always hone my skills and work on getting more combat experience. If I lose, it's not because I'm a woman. It's because someone trained harder than me. And if that happens, I'll hone my skills and come back to beat them.
Largo: Ahhh... Now I understand how you clobbered me so badly! But I can't just lick my wounds. I'll have to take your advice, get back to practice, and challenge you again one day.
Mia: When?
Largo: Huh?
Mia: You said you wanted a rematch. When do you want to do it? You want a chance to redeem yourself, right?
Largo: Bwaaa ha haaaa! I'm impressed, kid! I'll just have to keep fighting you until I win!
Mia: I'll take you on anytime, Largo!

Ilyana Mordecai C

Ilyana: Ah...
Mordecai: You look sickly.
Ilyana: I... I...know you...
Mordecai: I am Mordecai. You are Ilyana. We have not met.
Ilyana: You're right... I keep to myself, mostly... Even though we're on the same side, I'm often forgotten. Ahhh... Whoa...
Mordecai: Mmm? What is wrong?
Ilyana: I'm... I'm sorry. I got a little dizzy, there. Don't worry about it. It happens all the time.
Mordecai: Hmmm... You are skinny. Even for a beorc. Can you fight?
Ilyana: I can... Somehow.
Mordecai: But you are as thin as a paper. Won't the enemy tear you to shreds?
Ilyana: There's nothing I can do about my size. When that happens... I'm ready...
Mordecai: Grrr... I don't like the sound of that. Stay close to my side. I will keep your skinny beorc body safe.
Ilyana: R-really? Thank you, Mordecai.

Ilyana Mordecai B

Mordecai: Urrrrggh!
Ilyana: Hello, Mordecai. Wow, are you carrying all those crates by yourself? That's incredible!
Mordecai: Grrrrr! Count on me for a strong back and a pair of paws. Uuuuuurrrrrrffffff! These are the last ones.
Ilyana: How can you carry all those at once? I could never do that.
Mordecai: Eat big meals and get meat on your bones. Then you can lift crates like me.
Ilyana: I would love to eat big meals... But I can't. Because...well... I have no money... That's why I faint all the time.
Mordecai: Mmm? You go hungry because you don't have money for food? That shames us all. It will end now. Take my gold... Go! Feast! Eat as much as you want. Become fat and happy, little beorc.
Ilyana: Really? Are you...sure?
Mordecai: Yes.
Ilyana: Anything? Anything at all?
Mordecai: I would not lie to a hungry beorc.
Ilyana: Thank you, Mordecai... I don't know what to say... You're like an angel.
Mordecai: Me? No...stop. You embarrass me.

Ilyana Mordecai A

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

Ilyana Zihark C

Zihark: Uh...Ilyana? What are you staring at?
Ilyana: Oh? Er... The bag on your hip.
Zihark: It's nothing special. I just carry a vulnerary and some snacks in there. Why? Is there something wrong with it?
Ilyana: Oooh... It smells delicious...
Zihark: Really? That's odd. It's just some dried meat.
Ilyana: Dried meat! So...savory... I'm just...you know. I'm hungry.
Zihark: You're hungry? But I just saw you shoveling down some roast rabbit a few minutes ago! You may look frail, but you can sure throw down the chow! Well, I'm off. Talk to you later!
Ilyana: Oh...good-bye. What am I going to do? I should have told him I'm starving and nearly ready to collapse from hunger pains. Maybe then he would have given me some of his delicious-smelling snacks. I need food!

Ilyana Zihark B

Ilyana: Er... Hello...
Zihark: Hello, Ilyana. You're hungry again, aren't you?
Ilyana: No. Maybe. Fine...yes. I'm starving!
Zihark: How can you possibly eat so much and still be hungry? Last night you swiped the chicken wing right out of my hands! Does casting a few spells really make you that hungry?
Ilyana: To be honest, I don't know why I'm so hungry. I'm never full. I always get hungry as soon as I eat. Normally, I eat about as much food as five people. Today was tough because I only got enough food for three.
Zihark: What?! That's just...incredible! That sounds like a serious problem. Well...good luck with that.
Ilyana: Er... Excuse me? Can you wait for a moment?
Zihark: What?
Ilyana: Er... Haven't you forgotten something?
Zihark: Now, let me think... Nope! Didn't forget anything.
Ilyana: Oh...my mistake, then.
Zihark: See you later!
Ilyana: ... Everyone gave me something to eat but him...

Ilyana Zihark A

Ilyana: Oh...
Zihark: Hi, Ilyana. I'm bumping into you all over the place these days.
Ilyana: Yes, you're right. ...
Zihark: What's wrong? You look a little... different today.
Ilyana: Really? How so?
Zihark: Yes, definitely. You're looking cuter than usual.
Ilyana: Really?!
Zihark: Yeah, definitely a little cuter.
Ilyana: ...
Zihark: You're hungry, though. I can tell from the feral look in your eyes.
Ilyana: Feral?! Excuse me?
Zihark: You're a bit of a celebrity among the men in the unit. They say you lure them in with your cute face and then run off with their snacks.
Ilyana: They do?
Zihark: Oh, yes they do! You're a beef jerky thief, aren't you? I know about the apple pie incident, too. Yeah... I know your tricks. Is it true that you don't remember their names, even after they buy you an expensive meal? That's just terrible.
Ilyana: No! It's just that... I collapse into a coma when I get too hungry! That's why I've got to accept everyone's generous food offers.
Zihark: Then at least remember their names! Even if you had ulterior motives, everyone likes... Er... Is kind to you.
Ilyana: Sorry...
Zihark: Don't apologize to me. You didn't take my apple tart.
Ilyana: All right.
Zihark: Well, shall we get going?
Ilyana: Pardon me?
Zihark: You're hungry, right? I feel bad about preaching to you, so this dinner is on me.
Ilyana: Are you sure?
Zihark: I'm sure. I can't have you going hungry on me. However, I'm not rich. All I can afford is two dinners.
Ilyana: That's...so kind. That should be enough. I'm so happy! Oh, thank you so much... Um... Er... Ike? No, wait! Um... Bill? Lance? Sword guy?
Zihark: Zihark.
Ilyana: Zihark! Oh, I really appreciate it...

Ilyana Lucia C

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

Ilyana Lucia B

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

Ilyana Lucia A

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

Mist Rolf C

Mist: Rolf! Oh, there you are!
Rolf: Mist! Were you looking for me?
Mist: Yes. I've been meaning to talk to you. We haven't had a chance to talk since that day we fought for the first time.
Rolf: I'm glad you're safe...Somehow, we're both still alive.
Mist: Yes...we've been so lucky.
Rolf: My heart was pounding and my hands were shaking so badly that I almost shot an arrow into Boyd's backside.
Mist: Tee hee! Good thing you didn't, or he would have given you a smacking! I was so...scared. I heard yelling... screaming...and the most awful howls of agony. I felt dizzy and sick.
Rolf: I wasn't scared at all. Maybe I was a little nervous... But by the end, I was almost hitting my targets!
Mist: You weren't even a little scared?
Rolf: No way. I can't wait for the next battle. I'll fight better next time. You'll see. I'll feather a horde of slobbering enemies! See you later, Mist. I've got to go practice!
Mist: Oh, Rolf! Rolf...

Mist Rolf B

Rolf: Aim...and release!
Mist: Can I talk to you for a moment, Rolf?
Rolf: Sure. Just hold on and let me tighten my bowstring. I've got to be ready... You know, just in case some Daein thugs try to jump us.
Mist: ...
Rolf: So...what do you need, Mist?
Mist: Let's not fight in any more battles, Rolf. I really don't think we children should be fighting in this war.
Rolf: Huh? Why are you saying this now?
Mist: Let's go back to being kids. If this is what it's like to be an adult, I don't want any part of it.
Rolf: You're right, Mist. Fighting scares you. You don't have to fight. Don't worry... I'll fight for you!
Mist: That's not what I meant, and you know it! You've got to stop fighting, or it's all meaningless.
Rolf: I can't do that. I have to slay our enemies and defend our own. I'm a man, now...
Mist: Slay your enemies? Is it that meaningless to you? Like picking a flower or squishing a spider. They're human, too.
Rolf: ...
Mist: Do you understand that, Rolf? The enemy... They're human, just like us. They're not paper targets pinned to a tree.
Rolf: I don't want to hear it.
Mist: Rolf!
Rolf: I don't want to hear it!! Got it?! They're trying to hurt us! Kill us! I'm just stopping them. I'm protecting all of you.
Mist: Wait... Rolf! Oh... Please understand...

Mist Rolf A

Mist: Rolf.
Rolf: ...
Mist: Stop ignoring me! Can we please talk? Please?
Rolf: ...
Mist: I don't blame you. I just wanted you to know that... Not everyone we run into is evil. Some of them might just be caught up on the wrong side.
Rolf: So I wasn't thinking about that? Is that what you mean?
Mist: What? No...
Rolf: We're not fighting targets. I know the difference. Targets don't squirm on the ground and gurgle in pain. Targets don't make the grass slippery with blood. I learned that lesson the first time I took a man down. They're fighters, just like us.
Mist: Rolf...
Rolf: But there's a difference. They're trying to hurt the people I love. Anyone that tries that is an enemy of mine. That's why I won't hesitate to feather them. If I let even one of them live, they will do everything they can to kill one of our own. I... I'm afraid of that. I won't stop spilling blood until it's over.
Mist: Rolf!
Rolf: I don't want you to die! I... I... I don't want to lose anyone else... ... Whaaaa...
Mist: I'm sorry, Rolf! I'm so sorry...
Rolf: Whaaaaaaaaa... ...Sniff... Sniff...
Mist: I thought you had changed. You used to be such a sweet boy. I thought you'd turned hard and didn't understand about death. I'm sorry...I didn't understand how you felt. You've been so desperate to protect everyone else.
Rolf: This will be over one day. I just want everyone to see that day.
Mist: Me, too, Rolf. Me, too...

Mist Mordecai C

Mist: Oh, no! Come back here, you! Hm. Where did that thing go? I could have sworn it fell around here somewhere...
Mordecai: Looking for this?
Mist: Wow! M-Mordecai... You scared me.
Mordecai: I am sorry to frighten you. I found this. Is it something you lost?
Mist: Oh, I... Yes, that's... Some of my clothes were drying on the line, and a breeze carried one of my scarves away... Thank you, Mordecai.
Mordecai: You are welcome.
Mist: Uh... Mordecai?
Mordecai: Yes?
Mist: Oh, uh... Well... I'm sorry; it's nothing.
Mordecai: If you say so. I will take my leave of you now.
Mist: Ahhh... What's wrong with me? I can't believe I couldn't do it. Why can't I be more like Ike? He's so casual, so calm all the time. I can't keep panicking like that.

Mist Mordecai B

Mist: Hello, Mordecai!
Mordecai: You are quite an energetic girl, are you not?
Mist: Yep! I'm in a good mood today.
Mordecai: I am glad to hear it.
Mist: Well, I like to think I have a cheery disposition. I don't like to be a Complainy Janey, you know? Ha ha... Um... And I like cooking, too. Oh, but I'm not so good at sewing, but my mother was.
Mordecai: Is that so.
Mist: And... And... Um... I forgot what else I was going to say. Um, er... Uh...
Mordecai: Mist. You must breathe.
Mist: ...HAAAAAA! Whew! Sorry! I'm better now...
Mordecai: You are nervous. You have not spoken to many laguz before. I can tell. But in your heart, you are trying to be my friend. That much is clear to me. Most clear.
Mist: ...
Mordecai: Do not be nervous. In time, we will grow to be friends. To speak true, Mordecai feels as nervous as you do.
Mist: Oh, Mordecai... Yes... Thank you. I feel a lot better now, kind of. You're right. I shouldn't try so hard, should I?
Mordecai: Graow.

Mist Mordecai A

Mist: Oh, Mordecai. Is something wrong?
Mordecai: Have you seen your brother, Mist?
Mist: Oh, he's with Titania and others. But I think he'll be here soon.
Mordecai: Ah. Do you...and your brother get along well?
Mist: I think so... I mean, just about as well as any brother and sister do, you know?
Mordecai: Ike is a good beorc. He was kind to me, even though we had just met. He is a beorc, but I feel for him as though he is a brother laguz.
Mist: Ha ha ha. Yeah, he always has been a little weird, hasn't he?
Mordecai: Is that so? It does not matter. I am fond of Ike. Mist... I do not want you to laugh, but I would like to tell you something.
Mist: What's that?
Mordecai: When I returned your scarf, my hand was shaking with fear.
Mist: You? Were scared?
Mordecai: Yes. I was afraid that I made you afraid. I was afraid that you would run. I...was afraid.
Mist: Wow... I didn't know that. Tee hee. It IS kind of funny. You and I have a lot in common, don't you think?
Mordecai: Yes. We share much between us.

Jill Mist C

Mist: Oh, there you are.
Jill: Back again, Mist?
Mist: Uh-huh. Because you didn't join us for supper. Again.
Jill: No one wants to share the table with a Daein soldier. It would ruin the meal.
Mist: My brother says he doesn't care.
Jill: He says that...
Mist: And I'm just glad to have someone close to my age traveling with us! So come on, let's go eat something.
Jill: I... I can't. Sorry.
Mist: I see. Well then... I'll just have to bring the food to you! I'll be right back!
Jill: B-but... Hold it a second!

Jill Mist B

Mist: Does that taste good, Jill?
Jill: Mmrph... Yeah, it's really good. Why?
Mist: Because I made it! I'm glad you like it.
Jill: You made this?
Mist: Yep. I call it Mist's Magical Meatloaf! It's chock full of stuff that's good for you, especially when you're sick. You look real sad and you never eat, so I thought this would make you feel better.
Jill: You're worried about me? Why are you so... nice to me? I'm a Daein sol--
Mist: Stop. Please stop saying that.
Jill: Why? It's true.
Mist: Because it makes me feel bad, that's why! You're always saying, "I'm a Daein soldier! Everyone should hate me! Blah blah blah!" You're not a bad person, Jill. I want to be your friend. And you make it really hard!
Jill: M-my friend...?

Jill Mist A

Jill: Can I talk to you for a second, Mist?
Mist: Sure, Jill.
Jill: Um... I don't really have anything to say... I...uh...just wanted to be with you. I'm kinda lonely. Tell me if I'm bothering you!
Mist: No! No! Actually, I was hoping to see you! ‘Cause I'm... I'm kinda lonely too. I'm glad you're here.
Jill: Great!
Mist: Tee hee!
Jill: Hmm...
Mist: Er...
Jill: Um...
Mist: ...Oh, hey! Wasn't that something?
Jill: Yeah, it sure was! Um...what?
Mist: The Serenes Forest! The way that Reyson and Leanne sang and made those shiny lights and brought the whole forest back to life!
Jill: Y...yeah... That was...sniff... Sniff... Whaaaaaaaa!
Mist: Oh, no! Jill! Why are you crying?
Jill: B-because...that made me understand... The l-laguz...aren't bad! I am! I was the one who was wrong! Wrong about...what I believed... Wrong about everything! Whaaaaaaaa!!
Mist: Oh, Jill, no! Don't cry! Don't...sniff...oh no! Whaaaaaaaa!

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Jill: Why... Why did you lie to me, Father? I've had to endure so much pain... I wish I'd known the truth from the start. My father lied to me, Mist. He lied to build me into a heartless warrior, a soldier worthy of Daein.
Mist: That can't be!
Jill: It is.
Mist: No father could treat his child like a tool. There must be another reason! If he lied to you...he must have thought that it would be for the best!!
Jill: Mist, you don't--
Mist: You're a fool, Jill! A blind fool! I know you're feeling down, but questioning a father's love is ridiculous! Because a father wouldn't... A father wouldn't... Oh, Dad... ...Sniff...
Jill: Mist! Oh, Mist... I know... It's all right...
Mist: Father... Dad! ...Whaaaaa!
Jill: Mist, no! Don't cry! Don't cry, Mist! ...Mist...?
Mist: ...Whaaa... Sniff... Oh, s-sorry...
Jill: Mist...thanks for talking about my father like that. I appreciate it...
Mist: Jill...
Jill: Maybe I am a fool... Maybe you're right... Doubting even for a second the man who raised me with love and devotion...... Something must be wrong with me... But I... I have to choose my own path. I have to choose a path that I believe in! I'm sure... Father will understand me.
Mist: I'm sure he will, Jill. I know it.

Chapter 21 or later

Mist: You stayed behind because you knew that, right? That's why you left the Daein army.
Jill: There's no way I can go back... I'm sure my father is ashamed of me... I'm sure he thinks me a traitor.
Mist: That can't be!
Jill: It is.
Mist: No father would talk about his own daughter like that! Ever! No matter how many times you fail, a father will smile and forgive and say "that's all right"! Besides... I'm sure he'd be happy to know that his child chose a path she believed in... Because a father wouldn't... A father wouldn't... Oh, Dad... ...Sniff...
Jill: Mist! Oh, Mist... I know... It's all right...
Mist: Father... Dad! ...Whaaaaa!
Jill: Mist, no! Don't cry! Don't cry, Mist!
Mist: ...Whaaaaa... Sniff... S-sorry...
Jill: Mist... You make all of my worries go away when you're near me...
Mist: R-really?
Jill: The world is hard. Hard and cold and... terrible. Even so, you make me... You make me want to keep going.
Mist: Oh, Jill... ...Sniff... Whaaaaaaaa!
Jill: I told you no crying... Oh, no... Sniff...sniff... Whaaaaaaaa!

Marcia Rolf C

Rolf: Ready...aim...
Marcia: Hey! You're Rolf, right? What are you doing out here all alone?
Rolf: I'm practicing my archery skills! See? I just nail a target to a tree and fire away. I cover my arrow tips with burlap to prevent accidents. You see...there was this one incident with a marmot... Well, I just try to stay close to the target now. It's not the best way to train, but at least it gives me some practice.
Marcia: Aw, that's so cute! You're trying hard, even though you're such a little guy!
Rolf: Hey! I'm not small! I'm a dangerous mercenary!
Marcia: Yeah, of course you are. Say, you mind if I practice with you?
Rolf: That's all right. I can take care of myself.
Marcia: Pfff! I know! I'm just offering to help. You know...I was once a knight in the service of the world's greatest country. I also know how to handle a bow. Us pegusus knights fear archers more than anything else, you know.
Rolf: Yeah? Well...you better watch out or I'll feather you like a quill!
Marcia: Hah! Big words from a little guy! I like you! Hey, you should take a look around and make sure nobody else is around before you start shooting arrows.
Rolf: I KNOW that! Don't talk to me like a baby!
Marcia: Sheesh! All right! Touchy...

Marcia Rolf B

Marcia: Incredible! You hit the target twenty-six times in a row!
Rolf: Well, my goal was thirty.
Marcia: That's a lofty goal, and you came close! You're becoming an impressive archer, Rolf!
Rolf: But I can't afford to miss a single shot in battle. The man who taught me how to fire a bow told me that once... I can't be happy with just twenty-six hits.
Marcia: You push yourself hard, Rolf. That's admirable.
Rolf: Aren't you strict with yourself, Marcia?
Marcia: Hm? What, me? Pfff! Of course! I'm stricter than a poached egg on toast! "Be firm with yourself and others!" That's what the first officer in my old unit told me. But you're still...
Rolf: A child? I'm not a child. Those days ended the instant I took my first life.
Marcia: ...I suppose you're right. You've had to grow up fast traveling with a group of hardened sellswords like this.
Rolf: Do you worry about me because I'm young?
Marcia: Well...sure. Who wouldn't?
Rolf: Well, stop it. I can take care of myself. I've grown strong.
Marcia: True enough. Sorry if I underestimated you.

Marcia Rolf A

Marcia: You landed every one of your shots!
Rolf: Hitting the target isn't good enough. My instructor once told me that I should be able to strike the gaps between armor plates.
Marcia: That's nearly impossible...but maybe you'll be that good one day. Hold on... Rolf, let me see your hands.
Rolf: My hands?
Marcia: Oh, barnacles! Your hands are covered with blisters! And you're bleeding! Why are you still practicing like this? What's wrong with you!?
Rolf: It hurt at first, but my hands went numb after a while--so I just kept plucking arrows out of my quiver.
Marcia: Holy crow, Rolf... You're tough, I'll give you that. Hold still. I know I have a vulnerary around here... There, found it. This may sting a little.
Rolf: Thank-YOOOOWWWCCHHH!!! Hey, that hurt!
Marcia: That's nothing for a deadly mercenary like you. Right, Rolf?
Rolf: A deadly mercenary? You really think so?
Marcia: Yes, and it's not just your bowmanship. You're quite tenacious. You're so focused on hitting your targets that you don't even feel pain. Few people are that determined.
Rolf: Does that mean I'll be able to make a difference? Will I be able to protect them when they're in danger?
Marcia: I'll tell you one thing...the enemy better stay out of bowshot, or you'll turn him into a porcupine!
Rolf: Thanks, Marcia. I promise to protect you, too.
Marcia: Rolf... I'll look out for you, too. Why... Aw, nuts. ...Did you have to grow up so fast?

Rolf Tauroneo C

Tauroneo: ...Josh?
Rolf: Huh?
Tauroneo: No...you can't be. Sorry, I thought you were someone else. What's your name, young man?
Rolf: Rolf.
Tauroneo: Rolf, eh? What's a child like you doing in a place like this? The battlefield is no place for children. Why do your parents allow this?
Rolf: I...don't have any parents. My dad left us...and my mom died.
Tauroneo: Oh, no... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drag up such a painful memory.
Rolf: That's all right. This group of mercenaries is my family now. So... I look like someone you know?
Tauroneo: My...son. Josh. My oldest. Josh is an adult now. But he looked so much like you, once. Long ago... I can't believe I thought you were my own son. I've grown old and senile. Ha! Foolish old man...
Rolf: Where's Josh now?
Tauroneo: I don't know.
Rolf: What?
Tauroneo: I divorced my wife, and she took the children with her. I haven't seen them since. That was years ago.

Rolf Tauroneo B

Tauroneo: For generations, we made a reputation for ourselves in Daein as a famed warrior family. Both my father and I had the honor of serving the royal family as field generals. We were a proud family...
Rolf: What happened with Josh?
Tauroneo: I raised him to serve the Daein army, as my father raised me. He tried to live up to my high expectations. He became a decorated knight at a young age and was assigned to the palace guard. However...
Rolf: What happened?
Tauroneo: He took to the field as Ashnard's personal aide. And he came home on a litter, grievously wounded. He escaped death, but he didn't escape his wounds. He'll never walk again.
Rolf: Oh, no...
Tauroneo: My wife nearly lost her mind. She cried day and night, swearing that she couldn't live if something like that were to ever happen again. She wanted to live in peace...with her mind at ease. She pleaded with me to leave the army. But I couldn't accept her plea. Our family house was built on generations of proud military command. Our ancient name as a warrior family would not allow me to simply abandon my sworn duty. I tried to salvage our honor by training my younger son. He was just a boy, really. I wanted him to become a Daein general.
Rolf: You did what?!
Tauroneo: I know... I was a fool. I was blinded by tradition and family reputation. By the time I realized my error, my wife and children had left me. Since then... I've been living alone in my great mansion, surrounded by countless medals and memories... Alone...for years...

Rolf Tauroneo A

Tauroneo: Ah, I was so wrong... I wish I could apologize to my family.
Rolf: Do you have any idea where your family is? Any clues? Anything?
Tauroneo: ...I've heard my wife left Daein and went to live with relatives in Crimea. I suppose she is still there.
Rolf: Then why don't you go see her!
Tauroneo: I'm sure they don't want to have anything to do with me. Even if I did find them, reappearing now would just reopen old wounds. I don't want to cause any more pain.
Rolf: That's just crazy! I mean... I wish I could see my dad!
Tauroneo: ...
Rolf: I've always told my brothers that I'm all right and I'm not lonely. But the truth is I want to see my dad. We've got so much to talk about.
Tauroneo: Oh, son...
Rolf: My dad is dead. I can't see him again. But your boy can. You're still alive.
Tauroneo: You're...right. But it is simply too late.
Rolf: It's NOT too late! As long as you're still alive, it's never too late. Go on! Go see them! I'm sure they're waiting for you.
Tauroneo: Maybe you're right, Rolf. Maybe I should...

Kieran Marcia C

Kieran: Ho ho! I would love to have a chance to train with a pegasus knight. It could only increase my already mighty skills... Oh, here comes one now! Marcia!
Marcia: Huh?
Kieran: Ahem! Er... I would like to have the pleasure of... Oh, pardon me. I forgot to introduce myself. My name--
Marcia: I already know who you are. Crimean Royal Knight Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran. Did I get that right?
Kieran: How do you know my name? Not to mention my post... Maybe it was the fame I won during our last battle? No, I was only semi-glorious...
Marcia: Um...
Kieran: Or perhaps I have injured you and yours with a past transgression? Are you here to revenge yourself on me?!
Marcia: Noooo...
Kieran: Oh ho! Then tales of my valor must have spread to other countries! Perhaps you know of the time I slew the Giant Spider of... Naah... That's pushing it. But it is possible... Let's see... It's also possible that...
Marcia: Hey! Meathead!
Kieran: Yaaaa! W-what?! Don't scare me like that!
Marcia: We all know your name. You announce yourself every time we fight. "I am Crimean Royal Knight, Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran! See me and tremble!"
Kieran: Hmm... Well, that explains it...
Marcia: So. How can I help you?
Kieran: Huh?
Marcia: Didn't you want to ask me something?
Kieran: Oh, that's right. Er... Hm? What did I want to ask you? Blast! Was it... No, that's not it...
Marcia: Riiiight. Well, you come find me whenever you remember... Sheesh! I think this guy's helmet is on too tight...

Kieran Marcia B

Kieran: Marcia!
Marcia: Oh, hiya, Kieran. How's your horse?
Kieran: Oh, he's much better! And it's all thanks to you! When he took ill, I didn't know what to do, but... Your first aid saved the day!
Marcia: Poor guy was exhausted from the constant marching. We've been fighting everywhere. I don't blame him for collapsing. Let him rest until he gets used to this new land. I'm sure he'll get better.
Kieran: I had no such knowledge, for I had never fought beyond the borders of sweet Crimea. I thank you with all my heart!
Marcia: Pfff! Please! It's no big deal. I've seen much worse.
Kieran: Nevertheless, I, Crimean Royal Knight, Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran, shall return the favor no matter--
Marcia: Hey! Big fella! I told you, thanks aren't necessary. I'm sure that we'll run into something that you can help me with... Er...at least, I guess that might happen... So you can just help me out when that situation arrives. ...If it arrives.
Kieran: Say no more! I will do so with my life!
Marcia: Please! Keep your life! Oh, that reminds me... Didn't you want to ask me something the other day?
Kieran: Oh, that... Well, with my horse's illness and all, I've forgotten what it was... But, by my axe, I swear that I will--
Marcia: Keep your axe too! Good gravy, I can't deal with this guy!

Kieran Marcia A

Marcia: Kieran!
Kieran: Oh, Marcia!
Marcia: Your horse looks completely healed! I'm so glad.
Kieran: Yes, thanks to you. Let me thank you again! I, Crimean Roy--
Marcia: Oh, jerky! Not again! Stop doing that! Sheesh... Say, what's with the bucket?
Kieran: I was going to wash my horse. He hasn't been scrubbed down in a while, and he could use it. Besides, with all of my amazing adventures, my poor horse gets quite the workout. I try to treat him well.
Marcia: Aw, that's sweet!
Kieran: What is?
Marcia: You love your horse! That's so nice! I figured you'd be too busy flexing or something to notice...
Kieran: He is more than just a simple horse... He is my brother-in-arms! Some knights, some Crimean knights even, treat their horses like mere transportation... but I don't feel that way. And it's not just horses. Armor! Axes! Gauntlets! Boots! Er...this canteen! All fighting tools are my brothers-in-arms!
Marcia: How admirable.
Kieran: No, Marcia, it is not admirable. It is simply common sense.
Marcia: Ha ha! I wasn't sure that you had common sense! You're always so forgetful and distracted when it comes to other things...
Kieran: Huh! Well, I can't say that I can agree! In fact, once while I was fighting the Giant Whippoorwill of Southern Crimea--
Marcia: Good-bye, Kieran!

Marcia Tanith C

Marcia: ...Oh!
Tanith: Marcia. It's been a while.
Marcia: Oh, chestnuts! D-Deputy Commander Tanith!? What...are you doing here?
Tanith: I was just about to ask you the same thing. As deputy commander of the Holy Guard, I took this position on imperial orders. I never would have thought I'd run into one of my former subordinates so soon...
Marcia: W-we've been together since we crossed into Daein?! Oh, I had no idea! Talk about strange luck! Heh...
Tanith: It certainly is. I'm so glad I've come across my...special subordinate. I've been looking for you for a long time, you know...
Marcia: D-Deputy Commander, your eyes... why are you squinting at me like that? Are you...angry?
Tanith: Oh, I'm angry. I am very angry. Very angry indeed. Right now I'm weighing my options... Which penalty should I inflict on you for deserting the Begnion Holy Guard?
Marcia: I'm... I'm no deserter! Didn't you read the letter of resignation I wrote?
Tanith: Did you think you could cast off your sworn duty by scribbling on a piece of paper? You should know the weight of being a soldier in the service of the Begnion Holy Guard.
Marcia: I'm... I'm sorry! But I was in such a hurry...
Tanith: ...Commander Sigrun is a charitable person. She says she is willing to overlook your desertion.
Marcia: Phew...
Tanith: However! I put an end to that nonsense! I told her that I would bring you back at any cost and deliver the appropriate penalty. I hope you're ready!
Marcia: Oh! I just remembered I have to be somewhere! Somewhere really far away... Excuse me, ma'am! Yaaaaa!
Tanith: Stop right there! You're not going to get away this time!

Marcia Tanith B

Tanith: Marcia!
Marcia: Eeeeeeek! D-Deputy Commander!
Tanith: What a disgraceful little scream! You should know how to behave in front of your former superior.
Marcia: But... Deputy Commander... Are you still upset with me?
Tanith: I certainly am! State your reason for deserting your duty as a pegasus knight! You were never one to run away! Even during the most intense missions... You were no coward, Marcia. I've even seen some knights leave because of a silly romantic distraction... but not you.
Marcia: Well, if you must know... My brother went missing after he accrued a massive debt.
Tanith: Debt?
Marcia: Yes. Men began coming to my barracks to collect their money instead of hunting down my brother. That's why I went to find him. I met Ike and his company during my search, and I joined after they saved me from a vicious band of boat monkeys. But I still didn't find my brother.
Tanith: ...
Marcia: I figured that if I traveled with Ike, I'd eventually find my brother. That's why I'm still with them.
Tanith: I see... So he skipped town because of his debts. As your former superior officer, I do feel some sympathy for you.
Marcia: Then--
Tanith: Nevertheless! You are still a deserter. It makes no difference why. You will still be punished once my mission is complete.
Marcia: Awww... Come on!

Marcia Tanith A

Marcia: So, you know... I was thinking... If possible... It would be great if you could overlook my punishment.
Tanith: Punishing deserters to the harshest degree of the law has always been an iron rule. I cannot make a special exception for you.
Marcia: Deputy Commander... Why do you have to be so mean?!
Tanith: Why am I mean!? Because you deserted, I had to--
Marcia: You were always like that. Unlike Commander Sigrun, you never once commended our unit. You think you understand us, but you don't. You're just heartless and frigid.
Tanith: Don't you get it? Why do you think I'm coming down on you so hard!?
Marcia: Excuse me?
Tanith: I wouldn't normally say this, but... I had high expectations for you, Marcia. I thought you could take the reigns and someday lead the Holy Guard.
Marcia: What!? Where did that come from? Back in Begnion, you said nothing about any of this.
Tanith: Do you think I would say something like that on my own? I have no choice now. I'll offer counsel to the commander, and see to it that you have a place back on the Guard. If you come back, I might just forget all about your desertion.
Marcia: Deputy Commander... I... I appreciate it!

Jill Lethe C

Jill: Um...
Lethe: Can I help you?
Jill: I, I have a q-question. Is that all right?
Lethe: It depends on what you're going to ask.
Jill: Why don't half-bree... No, that's not right... Why don't the laguz use weapons?
Lethe: ...We laguz are born ready to fight. Weapons are something that you powerless beorc created to counter our claws. We have no use for them.
Jill: I, I see...
Lethe: Is that all you wanted to ask?
Jill: Um...no. There's more. Why do you detest us... humans so much?
Lethe: That's a good question. But I would hear you answer first. Why do you beorc hate the laguz?
Jill: It's because the half-bree... The laguz are our enemy.
Lethe: Enemy...? If that's the case, we hate you, too. As we hate all our enemies. We're done here.
Jill: Wait...

Jill Lethe B

Jill: Le...Lethe?
Lethe: Oh, look what the cat dragged in... It's you again.
Jill: Jill... My name is...Jill.
Lethe: Fine. Jill. What brings you here today? More stupid questions?
Jill: I've been thinking about things, and I haven't been able to figure out... See, in Daein we were taught that you attack humans indiscriminately and without mercy. That you are just savage animals.
Lethe: Laguz attacking humans? Grrrrawl! What garbage! We dislike even the company of humans and want nothing to do with them. Even mauling you would be...unpleasant.
Jill: But in Daein, everyone believes that to be the truth! That's why... That's why I never questioned it. But when I saw you fight beside Ike and other humans on the South Sea, I knew that something was wrong. You were so different from what I imagined! Ever since I was young, they filled my head with tales of your terrible claws and teeth... But you stand on two legs. And you talk... You even make jokes! ...Sometimes... You're much closer to us than a beast!
Lethe: So glad to hear it.
Jill: I wonder why humans and sub-humans started fighting in the first place? Maybe we're just destined for war.
Lethe: Well, I don't know much about that. It's not for me to say if the goddess made us a certain way or if we're just two races that don't like each other very much. But I know that Gallia, Phoenicis, and Kilvas all have a reason to hate humans.
Jill: W-what reason?
Lethe: ...Are you serious? I take it humans aren't interested in passing history down to their children... ...Typical. All right... Centuries ago, when Begnion was still a monarchy, the only countries were Begnion and Goldoa. Goldoa was as it is today: a reclusive nation inhabited only by dragon tribes. All the other laguz lived in Begnion with the humans.
Jill: Humans and sub-humans used to live together in Begnion?! I had no idea...
Lethe: A human was named as the first king, although the laguz's superior strength led us to rule more often than not. Despite the harmony that most felt about this arrangement, the senators wanted nothing to do with it. In the name of the "apostle," they claimed that only a human could be the true ruler of Begnion...and started a civil war. Like blind, mewling kittens, the laguz kings underestimated the situation... We never had a chance. Caught by surprise, my brothers suffered defeat after defeat in the face of superior human weapons and magic. ...That was the start of long, dark days... The start of laguz slavery.
Jill: ...
Lethe: After nearly 200 years, a small number of enslaved laguz managed to escape their human captors in Begnion. The beast tribes fled to the mountains and unexplored forest areas--places where humans were loathe to tread. The bird tribes, on the other hand, escaped to the distant southern islands. This is how our laguz kingdoms began. It took another eighty years, and the blood of many brother laguz, until we were formally recognized as nations. This is why we fight. Why we hate. Humans don't want former slaves to have countries and be treated as equals. Laguz carry the shame of the past deep in their hearts, and struggle still for the freedom that you take for granted. This is the true history of Tellius... No wonder humans would bury it.
Jill: I don't know wh--
Lethe: What to say? Idiot! Think! Think about what I have said. Think about what you have seen with your eyes and heard with your ears. If you don't even have the guts to do that, never show yourself in my presence again!
Jill: Um...all right...

Jill Lethe A

Lethe: ...
Jill: Oh, Lethe! I thought about what you said, and I deci--
Lethe: I hear the dragon knight we fought in Talrega was your father. Why? Why did you stay with us? Choosing a band of mercenaries over your own father?
Jill: ...Fate works in strange ways. Had I not known about Commander Ike and the mercenaries... Had I not known about you laguz... I'm sure I would be with Daein even now. Taking pride in my work as Daein soldier and offering my life for Ashnard. I wouldn't have hesitated to smite you all. But now I have learned the truth...
Lethe: ...And?
Jill: This isn't like the time I chased your ship from Port Toha, hoping to win fame and approval from my father. When I joined you, I acted on my own accord. For the first time. I chose what I thought was a righteous path. Even if my decision forced me to face my own father... It's too late to change things now. That's why... I'm here.
Lethe: Will you...shake my hand, Jill?
Jill: Wha...?
Lethe: I have heard of a huma...a beorc custom where the shaking and holding of hands shows friendship. ...I...understand you, now. I empathize with your choice and admire the strength it took to make it.
Jill: Lethe... Uh... Yes. Of course. Please, let us shake.
Lethe: If we listen to each other and are willing to compromise...I know the beorc and laguz can come to live with each other. I'm sure of it.

Lethe Muarim C

Lethe: Muarim.
Muarim: Hello, Lethe...
Lethe: How are you holding up? I take it you've never fought in an army like this before.
Muarim: Yes, that's right. Sometimes I get confused. I'm not used to this way of fighting.
Lethe: Ask me if you have any questions. I know a lot about battle... I commanded a unit back in Gallia.
Muarim: You must be a fierce fighter and great leader. Is it common for females to command armies?
Lethe: In Gallia, it doesn't matter what your sex is. You just have to be the best.
Muarim: That sounds fair to me.
Lethe: Your life may not be so fair. You said you used to be a slave in Begnion.
Muarim: You will never know the horror. You've lived with laguz pride in your heart, under the protection of the great King Gallia. You do not know...
Lethe: ...

Lethe Muarim B

Lethe: How are you, Muarim?
Muarim: I'm starting to feel more at home with this army. And I've finally gotten used to the curious looks from other laguz.
Lethe: Curious looks? Muarim...you're hauling crates around! You should leave the supply carrying to the other soldiers.
Muarim: I guess it's just in my nature. I don't want to leave the work to the beorc.
Lethe: Why not?
Muarim: They're just like us.
Lethe: I see...
Muarim: So you think I have no pride as a laguz?
Lethe: No... There was a time when I wouldn't have cared if they all fell off a cliff. But after joining Ike and his crew, I've learned that beorc and laguz can get along.
Muarim: ...
Lethe: I don't know what to tell you. It seems like you've already given up.
Muarim: Given up?!
Lethe: I can't say I don't understand why. You must have led a difficult life. But...I just can't understand how you've abandoned your laguz heritage.
Muarim: ...

Lethe Muarim A

Muarim: Lethe.
Lethe: What is it?
Muarim: I'm sorry I gave you a hard time. I must have just been envious of how comfortable you are around beorc.
Lethe: Comfortable?
Muarim: Yes...you can deal with the beorc on an equal footing without losing face. It may seem like nothing to you, but it's something I once couldn't imagine.
Lethe: You can do the same.
Muarim: Grrr...you may be right. Yes... I must change my attitude.
Lethe: I think you will feel better that way. I've never seen you with a peaceful look on your face before. That makes me worried…
Muarim: Hah. Am I really that frigid?
Lethe: Most of the time. But I'm glad to see that you're warming up. Why don't you tell me more about why you are so harsh with the beorc? I might be able to understand.
Muarim: ...

Lethe Ranulf C

Ranulf: Hey there, Lethe.
Lethe: Ah, Ranulf. Glad you could finally join us.
Ranulf: Yes, the tide has finally turned. How are you holding up, Lethe? You and Mordecai have shouldered all of the burden until now. I'm glad I can finally take some of the responsibility.
Lethe: Apologies are meaningless unless they are backed up with deeds.
Ranulf: Ha! I see you're as friendly as ever. By the way, have you finally warmed up to this band of mercenaries?
Lethe: ...In my own way. But there is still some occasional friction. I know they are beasts of habit, but must they always wear so much armor? They overwhelm our noses with the stink of iron and make it difficult to sniff out the enemy.
Ranulf: Well, there's nothing you can do about that. You could go to Ike and ask them to fight in the buff, but you won't have much luck.
Lethe: And their eyes are so useless! I'm amazed the species has lived this long. Being blind in the dark is lethal.
Ranulf: There's nothing they can do about that, Lethe.
Lethe: I suppose not. Still, they've done better than I expected.
Ranulf: I'm glad to hear they haven't completely let you down. You had quite the tragic look on your face when you first learned you'd have to travel with Ike and his merry band!
Lethe: Pah! Can you blame me?

Lethe Ranulf B

Lethe: Ranulf, are my soldiers back in Gallia training hard in my absence?
Ranulf: Of course they are! They're Gallian fighters! You can trust the defense of the country to them.
Lethe: I'm not nearly so confident. They train hard, but they also lack discipline. They are often at each other's throats.
Ranulf: Well, they're just...passionate. Don't worry. It'll work out in time.
Lethe: How can you be so sure?
Ranulf: Oh, relax. You shouldn't be so uptight all the time. Why don't you relax once in a while?
Lethe: Relaxing on the battlefield will get you killed. So...is Lyre in your unit now?
Ranulf: Yes, she is. She and her friend Kysha are giving me quite a hard time.
Lethe: Kysha is big and strong. You'll have your hands full if they decide to give you trouble. Regardless, I'd still like you to show them the ropes.
Ranulf: So you haven't seen Lyre in a long time?
Lethe: ...
Ranulf: I see you'd rather not discuss it. Fine. But you should still try to settle your differences. She's your only sister.
Lethe: Mind your business.
Ranulf: Fine, fine. Have it your way.
Lethe: My sister aside, I am a little worried about the unit back home. While you and I are here, the country is poorly defended.
Ranulf: You may have a point. Maybe I'll mention it to my superior officer.

Lethe Ranulf A

Ranulf: Hey, Lethe, about what we discussed the other day? Plans are in the works to bring some unit commanders back to Gallia. It's not a done deal, but... I may be able to put in a word if you want to be transferred back to Gallia.
Lethe: Back to... No. I will stay here.
Ranulf: Stay here? Are you sure?
Lethe: ...Er... I wouldn't want something gruesome to happen to the humans as soon as I left. I think I'll stay behind.
Ranulf: Heh...
Lethe: What?! What's with that smirk?! You have something to say?!
Ranulf: Oh, nothing. It's just that...when you used to say "human," you'd curl your lip in disgust.
Lethe: Well, they are disgusting! I can't stand them...
Ranulf: Hah! You always thrash your tail when you lie! It's a dead giveaway. Don't worry. I understand why you want to stay.
Lethe: ...I have to get back to my training. I have to chew some straw out of a target dummy.
Ranulf: Whew! Must have hit a nerve.
Lethe: ...Ranulf?
Ranulf: Yeeeees?
Lethe: I admit it. My feelings have changed.
Ranulf: They have, huh?
Lethe: I once thought your opinion about humans was weak and disgraceful... But now I see your viewpoint. They are strong allies. They fight by our side. That's why I'll stay with Ike.
Ranulf: I see... Well then, we'll be here to party with Ike and his ragtag mercenary crew when they win this war!
Lethe: We can't let our guard down yet. But...you're right. I hope to celebrate with them one day.

Mordecai Stefan C

Mordecai: Stefan! Here you are.
Stefan: Yeah...
Mordecai: Do you still want to hear about Gallia? There are many things I can tell you.
Stefan: I was wondering... Do you like Gallia, Mordecai?
Mordecai: I do. Gallia is a good country. Strong. Plentiful. Very good for me and for my friends.
Stefan: It is, huh?
Mordecai: And do you like Begnion?
Stefan: I detest it.
Mordecai: Detest? I do not know this word.
Stefan: Then you're lucky. Sometimes, being ignorant can be a blessing.
Mordecai: Ignorant? ...I have a difficult time with beorc words. They are strange to me.

Mordecai Stefan B

Mordecai: Stefan!
Stefan: What is it, Mordecai? You seem upset.
Mordecai: Detest means hatred. Ignorant means dumb. Why do you hate your country? Why do you insult me?
Stefan: You've been studying? Impressive. Listen, I didn't mean to say you were dumb. I just meant that sometimes, it's better not to know some things... Like what it means to hate...
Mordecai: Stefan, you do not answer my questions.
Stefan: Since you've been studying so much, I've got another thing for you to look up. I'm one of the Branded. Perhaps that will explain why I detest my country and why ignorant laguz detest me.
Mordecai: Laguz...hate you? Because you are... branded? Stefan, your words confuse me.

Mordecai Stefan A

Mordecai: Stefan...
Stefan: Have you found your answer?
Mordecai: You are one of the Branded. You are the child of beorc and laguz.
Stefan: I believe so, at least. My proof is this mark upon my forehead.
Mordecai: ...
Stefan: You don't need to talk to me if you're afraid. Now that you know what I am, I make you uncomfortable, don't I?
Mordecai: I am unsure. A legend in Gallia speaks of the parentless. They are bad omens. When a parentless one comes into being, a century of destruction follows...
Stefan: Yes, that's it. The laguz do call us that. "Parentless," as if to deny our heritage. As if to deny that we are their kin. That's how the laguz treat us--as if we should never have been born. The beorc may tremble when they see the brands we bear, but at least they do not deny that we share blood. That is why so many of the Branded hate the laguz--because they have rejected our very existence.
Mordecai: But how? How is it that you came to be? Laguz and beorc are different. They cannot bear children. This is how Ashera has made our world... It is her law.
Stefan: I don't know. The laguz tribes cannot interbreed, I know that much. However, it seems possible, though rare, for a child to be born to beorc and laguz parents. But once the bloodlines have mingled, the trace of it can remain hidden for countless generations. Have I violated the goddess's laws? Have my parents? No. Whatever happened was done by some forgotten ancestor. My parents are beorc, as were their parents before them. I do not know who is responsible for what I am. But now, after many generations, their sin has appeared in me. I bear no guilt, but the badge of impurity is mine to wear.
Mordecai: ...
Stefan: My laguz blood gives me great power. I thought about using my power to gain revenge against the people who scorned me, but I decided against it. I have found friends, people who live outside the normal worlds of the beorc and the laguz. People who bear the brand.
Mordecai: What did you want from me, Stefan? Why did you ask about Gallia?
Stefan: I was curious about Gallia's beast tribes. They looked different than those that live in Begnion. There are those among the Branded who think that a country willing to join hands with beorc... Might find a place for us as well. We thought we might at last find acceptance in Gallia and Crimea... Of course, it didn't work out that way...
Mordecai: Stefan...
Stefan: Well, I guess that's the end of our little "friendship" now, isn't it? I intend to stick around until this war is over, but I won't bother you anymore. I know how you laguz are about us.
Mordecai: No! I will not pretend that you are not among us. I will not pretend that I do not see what is in front of me!
Stefan: What will you do, Mordecai? Am I so wretched to you that you feel you must take direct action against me? You laguz are closer to nature than the beorc. Are you going to enforce the goddess's law? Is that it?
Mordecai: I have not met the goddess. But if her laws make you unwanted, then I will have nothing to do with her. You have taught me much, and I would not like to lose your friendship.
Stefan: Hm. You'd want nothing to do with the goddess? Funny, but for the first time in my life, I'm grateful to her.
Mordecai: Why?
Stefan: If someone like you can be so sincere a friend, then perhaps she's not to blame. Perhaps her laws aren't what we think.

Mordecai Ulki C

Mordecai: I have a question, Ulki.
Ulki: Yes? What is it?
Mordecai: The bird tribes fly the sky. How does it feel to fly?
Ulki: Huh... I never think about it. It's just something that I do.
Mordecai: Hrrrrmm... I see. It is for you like running is for me. I have never flown. I wanted to know if it was different.
Ulki: That's what I figured...
Mordecai: What kind of place is your home? Do you have to fly there?
Ulki: Well... Even if you were to arrive by ship, Phoenicis has no ports and no docks. We have no need for them. Without our help, it would be hard for you to visit Phoenicis.
Mordecai: I see... That is a shame.
Ulki: Do you want to come to Phoenicis?
Mordecai: I do indeed! I have met many beorc and laguz throughout this war. Our world is big, and I would see more of it.
Ulki: You would, huh?

Mordecai Ulki B

Ulki: Mordecai...
Mordecai: Is something troubling you, Ulki?
Ulki: I want to ask you something.
Mordecai: Hm? What is it?
Ulki: I understand you beast tribes can see well even at night. With the exception of Janaff, my kind cannot see at all at night. Even with my eyes wide open, all I can see is the darkness.
Mordecai: In perfect darkness, I cannot see. If there is but a little light, however, I can see as clearly as in the day. I use the moonlight, as should you.
Ulki: I wish I could, but that is exactly what I mean. Your kind can see by moonlight, but the bird clans...
Mordecai: They cannot?
Ulki: I long to soar in the sky, looking down upon the moonlit world... I would love to see the forest at night. What do the trees look like as night falls? Why are there dewdrops on the leaves in the morning even when there's no rain? The forest at night has so many mysteries. What light can you shed on them?
Mordecai: During the day, the forest teems with life. It is very different from the night forest. But the night forest is also alive in its way.
Ulki: Is that so? I would love to see that, even once.

Mordecai Ulki A

Mordecai: I have an idea, Ulki.
Ulki: What is it?
Mordecai: Janaff is your king's eyes. I will be yours. Carry me on your back. You will help me fly, and I will show you the night forest.
Ulki: ...No, you'd be too heavy. I can't carry you.
Mordecai: Hrrrm... I see. I am sorry to trouble you. I can see at night, and you can fly in the sky. I thought it was a good idea...
Ulki: ...
Mordecai: It was a foolish thought.
Ulki: No, it was very kind. Well, what if... Yes, suppose I grow stronger, and you, well, lost some weight... Then we could give your idea a try.
Mordecai: I will! Then, you can take me to Phoenicis, and I will see your home! I will do what you have asked! Except...I must lose some weight. I do not like that. I like to eat... No! It will be worth not eating! I will see Phoenicis!
Ulki: ...Uh... It was just a thought. Let's not go overboard here...

Mordecai Ranulf C

Ranulf: Heya, Mordecai! What's up, ya' big cat?!
Mordecai: Ranulf! It's been a while.
Ranulf: Yes, it has. Thanks for all your work. I heard about how fiercely you've fought alongside these mercenaries.
Mordecai: Is that so? I am glad to help. Ike is a good beorc...strong and loyal. He is worth fighting for.
Ranulf: Did you have a chance to get to know some of the other mercenaries?
Mordecai: Some. Grrr... I have a question, Ranulf. Do I speak well in this tongue?
Ranulf: You're fine, Mordecai. Sure, you have an accent, and you tend to growl a lot, but the beorc can understand.
Mordecai: These words are hard to me. As a cat, I need no hard words. One roar is enough for all the forest to understand.
Ranulf: That may be true, but the beorc can't begin to understand the nuance of our roars. We would only scare them.
Mordecai: Yes. You are right. There are good beorcs here. Scaring them would be...bad.

Mordecai Ranulf B

Mordecai: Zzzzzz... Zzzzzzz... Puuuurrrrrzzzzz...
Ranulf: Heya, Mordecai! Oh... Are you sleeping?
Mordecai: Hmm... Aoooooouuughh... Ranulf?
Ranulf: Oh! You're up. Boy, how can you sleep out in the open like that? You and Ike have one thing in common, and that's iron nerves.
Mordecai: I trust Ike and his pack. They keep this place safe.
Ranulf: Ahh, I see... Say, Mordecai... I noticed something the last time I saw you fight. You sometimes close your eyes when you attack the enemy. Why is that?
Mordecai: ...You have sharp eyes.
Ranulf: So why do you do that?
Mordecai: I have no taste for watching my enemies tear into long shreds. I must fight hard. I must kill beorc and laguz...but I do not like it. So I close my eyes.
Ranulf: Is that the reason you miss sometimes?
Mordecai: ...You see much.
Ranulf: Yeah, I'm just full of handy talents. Too bad. It's a bit of a waste. If it wasn't for your big ol' heart, you'd be a more efficient soldier.
Mordecai: I'm...sorry...
Ranulf: Don't be sorry, Mordecai. You are who you are.
Mordecai: ...

Mordecai Ranulf A

Mordecai: Grrr... I am...sorry, Ranulf.
Ranulf: What's the matter, Mordecai?
Mordecai: I have thought about what you said. But I can't change how I fight. It is the way I am.
Ranulf: Oh... I know.
Mordecai: I am a warrior, so I fight. I want to defend my people...and my friends... So I fight. But I can only fight like I know how.
Ranulf: You've always been that way. I mean, you like to take naps with the squirrels! Like I said, you have a big heart.
Mordecai: ...Sorry.
Ranulf: Don't apologize. Don't worry about it.
Mordecai: Maybe... I cause trouble for Ike and his pack. Maybe I am a burden. This pains me.
Ranulf: You're no burden, Mordecai. You fight hard for Ike. Now we must continue to fight to end this war.
Mordecai: You speak truth. I want this war to end!
Ranulf: Then let's get out there and crush the enemy!
Mordecai: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!

Bastian Volke C

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

Bastian Volke B

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

Bastian Volke A

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

Brom Nephenee C

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

Brom Nephenee B

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

Brom Nephenee A

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

Devdan Nephenee C

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

Devdan Nephenee B

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

Devdan Nephenee A

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

Calill Nephenee C

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

Calill Nephenee B

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

Calill Nephenee A

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

Brom Zihark C

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

Brom Zihark B

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

Brom Zihark A

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

Muarim Zihark C

Zihark: That's strange. I could swear I had it just a second ago. Where did I put...
Muarim: Something wrong?
Zihark: Oh, Muarim. No, not really. I just... I seem to have lost my sword powder.
Muarim: Sword powder?
Zihark: It's used to maintain swords. Swords rust quickly if you don't take care of them. A little powder, a little oil, and a little scrubbing does the trick.
Muarim: Does it come in a small bag attached to a stick?
Zihark: Yeah, that's it! Did you pick it up?
Muarim: No, but...I have seen it before. I did not know that was its name.
Zihark: Hm. Well, it doesn't look like I dropped it anywhere around here. Maybe I lost it when we were marching... Ah, well. Maybe Commander Ike will have some he can share.
Muarim: Being a beorc has its troubles, does it not?
Zihark: You said it. You know, it's times like these I really envy you laguz. You've always got your weapons, and they're always at the ready.
Muarim: ...

Muarim Zihark B

Muarim: Zihark.
Zihark: Oh, Muarim. What brings you here?
Muarim: Did you find the sword powder?
Zihark: Unfortunately, no. I'll need to replace it, I think. I hate to keep borrowing from the others.
Muarim: Can you use this?
Zihark: What's this? Oh, wow... This sword powder looks expensive... You're a laguz. How did you come to have this?
Muarim: Force of habit.
Zihark: I don't follow you.
Muarim: I was once a slave. The nobleman who was my master made me sharpen his blades for him. I was quite adept at it. He would bring them to me unannounced. If I did not have the proper materials to sharpen his swords, he would beat me. I still do not feel comfortable unless I have these materials near me.
Zihark: I'm sorry to have brought up such a painful memory.
Muarim: It is in the past now. Would you like me to sharpen your sword?
Zihark: Thank you, but a true swordsman takes care of his own blade. I appreciate your offer, though.
Muarim: Then at least take this powder. I no longer have any use for it.
Zihark: Muarim... Thanks. You saved me. I'm not just saying this out of gratitude, but...would you care to join me for dinner?
Muarim: I would like that very much.

Muarim Zihark A

Zihark: Muarim.
Muarim: What is it, Zihark?
Zihark: I picked this for you.
Muarim: This is...
Zihark: I've heard the beast tribes are fond of the leaves of this kind of herb. It's fairly uncommon, but I've learned how to spot it.
Muarim: Um...
Zihark: I picked the wrong herb, didn't I?
Muarim: No, no... It's fine. Unfortunately, it is not something that we tigers have a nose for.
Zihark: Oh... I didn't know that. Sorry. An old girlfriend of mine loved the scent of it. I guess I just assumed that all laguz liked the smell as much as she did.
Muarim: You...were involved with a laguz?
Zihark: Yeah.
Muarim: That is very uncommon. I've heard stories of love affairs between beorc and laguz. It must have been difficult. I do not imagine either society would have accepted it with ease.
Zihark: It...was too much for her. We couldn't be married, and the pressure was too much for her to stay with me. But I've never loved another woman. To this day, I think that I never shall.
Muarim: Can I have that bundle of herbs?
Zihark: What? But I thought...
Muarim: It has no effect on me, it's true, but I accept the gesture of kindness you have shown in bringing it to me. And I apologize for bringing up a painful memory of your own.
Zihark: Thanks. You're very kind. Heh. I guess that makes us even, doesn't it?

Astrid Sothe C

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

Astrid Sothe B

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

Astrid Sothe A

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

Sothe Tormod C

Tormod: Hey, you! You were with us during the attack the other day, right?
Sothe: I don't know what you're talking about.
Tormod: No, I remember you! I saw you shanking enemy soldiers with that tiny little blade of yours. You were amazing! By the way, did you know we're almost the same age? Oh, sorry... I'm Tormod. I may not look like it, but I'm pretty much the most dangerous mage around.
Sothe: ...
Tormod: And you are?
Sothe: Sothe.
Tormod: It's nice to meet you, Sothe! By the way, why are you working as a mercenary with this army?
Sothe: You don't need to know that.
Tormod: Hey! What's with you?! No need to be rude!

Sothe Tormod B

Tormod: Hello, Sothe!
Sothe: ...
Tormod: I was thinking... We're both lethal mercenaries and we're both about the same age, so we should be friends!
Sothe: I don't think so.
Tormod: No? Well, you can say that, but I'm still going to be your friend. You'll see!
Sothe: You're insane.
Tormod: Yeah...? Well...maybe I am! But it's not like being my friend is going to hurt you!

Sothe Tormod A

Tormod: Hello, friend.
Sothe: Give it up. We're not friends.
Tormod: You're going to be my friend whether you like or not.

If Muarim is alive

Sothe: Why are you so determined?
Tormod: It's Muarim.
Sothe: Muarim? You mean that tiger? What about him?
Tormod: Well, he looks sad every time I see him... He thinks it's his fault that I don't have any beorc friends. That's why I wanted you to be my friend--to make him feel better.
Sothe: You should have said as much. Then I wouldn't have thought you were crazy.
Tormod: That changes things?
Sothe: Sure.
Tormod: Why?
Sothe: He's like a father to you. I understand why you don't want to cause him grief. I also have...someone...who is like a parent to me.

If Muarim is dead

Sothe: Why are you so determined to be my friend?
Tormod: It's Muarim.
Sothe: Muarim? You mean that tiger? What about him?
Tormod: Well, back when he was alive, he used to worry about me not having any beorc friends. That's why I wanted you to be my friend--to honor his memory.
Sothe: You should have said as much. Then I wouldn't have thought you were crazy.
Tormod: That changes things?
Sothe: Sure.
Tormod: Why?
Sothe: He was like a father to you. I understand why you wouldn't want his spirit to worry. I also have...someone...who is like a parent to me.

Tormod: Oh, I get it! Hey, you grew up a lot like me, then! We're going to be best friends forever!
Sothe: Er...well... We'll talk. Sometimes. But don't get the idea that we're best friends!
Tormod: Why? We have so much in common!
Sothe: No offense, Tormod, but thieves are loners. I can't have you tagging along, snapping twigs and making lots of noise!

Haar Jill C

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

Haar Jill B

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

Haar Jill A

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

Astrid Makalov C

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

If Marcia is alive

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

If Marcia has died

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

Astrid Makalov B

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

Astrid Makalov A

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

If Marcia is alive

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

If Marcia has died

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

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

Haar Makalov C

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

Haar Makalov B

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

Haar Makalov A

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

Bastian Makalov C

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

Bastian Makalov B

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

Bastian Makalov A

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

Devdan Tormod C

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

Devdan Tormod B

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

Devdan Tormod A

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

Reyson Tormod C

Tormod: Mighty prince of the heron clan!
Reyson: Yes, I am Reyson. Who are you?
Tormod: I'm Tormod. I was hoping to ask you something.
Reyson: I apologize--you caught me off guard. What do you require?
Tormod: That song of yours...does it work on everything?
Reyson: You mean the chant?
Tormod: Yes, whatever it was that made that drab forest bloom with color.
Reyson: You speak of the galdr, the seid magic. What of it?
Tormod: Would you please sing it for all of us?
Reyson: All of you?
Tormod: Yes... For my laguz friends back in Grann Desert.
Reyson: So you're the leader of the laguz liberation force. But you're...not much older than a child.
Tormod: Do you have a problem with that?
Reyson: No problem at all. It's just...ever since I heard whispers of a beorc fighting to free the Begnion slaves, I wondered what manner of man he was. You're...different than I had envisioned.
Tormod: So I'm young? So what! It doesn't make what I'm doing any less important. So...are you going to help us or not?
Reyson: I'll gladly lend whatever support I can give you, but... What would you have me do?
Tormod: I knew you'd come through! Hmm, let's see... Oh, wait...
Reyson: What is it?
Tormod: I'm not quite ready, yet. The time isn't right. I'd like to talk to you about it more in detail, so please allow me to come back later when I have more time! See you later!
Reyson: Beorc children are so restless.

Reyson Tormod B

Tormod: Hello there, great prince of the heron!
Reyson: Please call me Reyson.
Tormod: Are you sure? All right, Reyson it is. Can you spare a moment?
Reyson: Certainly. This is about chanting for your laguz friends, isn't it?
Tormod: That's right! You remembered!
Reyson: Why don't you tell me more about what you have in mind?
Tormod: Well, I was hoping you would...you know... use your magic chant to transform all that sand into soil.
Reyson: Sand into soil?
Tormod: Exactly! Rich, fertile soil that will yield a bountiful harvest. We'll build our village there.
Reyson: That is...utterly absurd!
Tormod: Hmmm, he sure stormed off in a huff. For someone that has such kind-looking eyes, he sure has a short temper.

Reyson Tormod A

Tormod: Please, Reyson! You've got to help!
Reyson: ...
Tormod: I know you can do it! I'm...begging you.
Reyson: I'm sorry. I can't.
Tormod: Is it because we're poor? Is that why you won't help us?
Reyson: Are you suggesting that I'm only willing to help the rich?!
Tormod: No...I mean... It was just incredible how you forgave the apostle like that and breathed new life back into the forest.
Reyson: That was only possible under very special circumstances.
Tormod: Why? I don't get it.
Reyson: It was Serenes Forest. For my people, there is no more sacred a place. And the galdr I chanted was a part of an ancient clan ritual performed on a very holy altar. Most importantly, my seid magic succeeded because Leanne was by my side. That galdr holds little force when I chant it alone.
Tormod: Then all we need is Leanne!
Reyson: You're not very quick, are you? Even if both of us chanted the galdr until we collapsed from exhaustion, there's no way we could turn sand into soil. Even if the desert was a fertile valley eons ago, I don't have the power to restore it. Have I made myself clear?
Tormod: Hmmpph...
Reyson: What need do you have for such magic? Ike has told me that you are now under the protection of the apostle.
Tormod: The apostle said she would do something about the slavery of the laguz. But the laguz still live among the beorc. It's bound to cause hard feelings. Think about it. Even if the apostle frees the laguz, the average beorc will still loathe them. I just don't want to see my friends live under a cloud of hatred, fearing for their lives.
Reyson: Beorc and laguz living in harmony? It's hard to imagine that.
Tormod: That's why I wanted you to do something about the desert. If I could build a village for the laguz there, they'd be able to get a fresh start.
Reyson: This may be a long way off, but if Serenes Forest returns to our control, would you like to come live with us there?
Tormod: Are you sure!?
Reyson: Of course.
Tormod: This is...unbelievable news! Everyone will be ecstatic!
Reyson: You should know that hunting animals for food is forbidden in the sacred forest.
Tormod: It is? Then how will we eat?
Reyson: Fresh stream water is plentiful, and there are more than enough nuts and berries.
Tormod: But many of my friends are from the great beast tribes--they eat meat!
Reyson: They'll have to get used to it.
Tormod: I will talk to everyone. But they might decide the desert is fine with them. They do love eating meat!

Calill Tormod C

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

Calill Tormod B

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

Calill Tormod A

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

Largo Muarim C

Largo: Whoa there! Your arms are huge!! How'd you get that big?
Muarim: ...?
Largo: I mean, my arms are pretty massive... but those babies are something else!
Muarim: You have big muscles, too...
Largo: Ba ha ha ha! Brute force is about the only thing I've got going for me! Hey, why are you carrying those water jugs?
Muarim: I'm taking them to the well.
Largo: You're filling all those jugs? They've got to weigh as much as an ox once you get water in them! One, two, three, four, five... You've got quite a handful there. Let me give you a hand.
Muarim: You don't have to do that.
Largo: Aw, heck! It's no problem! I may not be able to cast a bunch of fancy spells, but I can carry heavy stuff as well as any man or beast!
Muarim: ...All right, then. Let us go.

Largo Muarim B

Largo: How goes it, Muarim?
Muarim: Largo. Thanks for your help the other day.
Largo: Bwa ha ha ha! That was nothing. You know, I've traveled all around the world, and I've never seen someone as burly as you. I'm pretty stout, but I bet you could mop the floor with me... So who do you think could lift the most?
Muarim: It's hard to say...
Largo: The heaviest thing I ever lifted was this tree I cut down. It was three times my size! What about you?
Muarim: Well... One time, I chiseled rocks from a mountain and carried them up to repair a castle wall.
Largo: Rocks?! How big were they?
Muarim: Mmm...big. Taller than me.
Largo: That's incredible! ...Hey, how do you feel about a little strength competition? I bet we'd be pretty evenly matched!
Muarim: No, that's just...
Largo: Don't be so uptight! Come on! It'll be fun!
Muarim: ...Hmmm... All right... But just this once!

Largo Muarim A

Largo: Hey, Muarim! That lifting competition we had the other day was epic!
Muarim: Yes. It was a good time.
Largo: People got interested when we were seeing who could lift the most cured hams! That crowd was huge!
Muarim: Mmm... It got a bit out of hand when we started lifting people.
Largo: Bwa ha ha! We were neck and neck right until the end. The last thing I stacked on my back was that big smoked ham, but then you picked up that girl! What was her name again?
Muarim: Mist.
Largo: Yeah, that's her. We could have settled the competition if we had known which was heavier. Huh! I still think it was the ham...
Muarim: You were quite amazing.
Largo: Amazing? Me? Naw, not Largo! You were the incredible one!
Muarim: I'm not talking about how many hams you lifted. You were able to draw everyone together. It gave them a laugh, despite the stress of battle. Everyone had a chance to relax and blow off some steam.
Largo: Well, everybody deserves a good belly laugh! Bwaaaaa haa haa haaaaaa!!
Muarim: You also treat me and everyone else the same. You are a good beorc.
Largo: Bwa ha ha! I just call it like I see it! I don't deserve any credit for that. For now, let's call our match a tie. How about some arm wrestling next time? There's no way you can beat me at that!
Muarim: Hah! We shall see!

Devdan Largo C

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

Devdan Largo B

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

Devdan Largo A

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

Reyson Tanith C

Tanith: Do you have a moment, Prince Reyson?
Reyson: Oh, you're the apostle's...
Tanith: Yes, Your Highness. My name is Tanith, and I lead Begnion's holy guard of pegasus knights.
Reyson: What brings you here?
Tanith: I wanted to let you know that the apostle has ordered me to keep you safe. She is quite sincere in her desire to help.
Reyson: She seeks redemption for what happened all those years ago, does she? I have no need for bodyguards. I can protect myself.
Tanith: I mean no disrespect, Your Highness, but even the youngest child in Begnion knows the heron clan abhors fighting. If you refuse to fight, how will you protect yourself?
Reyson: That is my own concern. Not yours.
Tanith: I beg to differ. I am under imperial orders. I cannot abandon my duty, and so your safety is very much my concern.
Reyson: Your beorc orders do not affect me. I have wasted enough time with you. Now excuse me.
Tanith: His body seems so frail, but his will is strong. He's not going to make it easy for me to protect him. What am I to do?

Reyson Tanith B

Tanith: Your Highness.
Reyson: Tanith.
Tanith: It looks like you've healed quite nicely from that wound you sustained in our last battle.
Reyson: ...
Tanith: I don't mean to sound disrespectful, Your Highness, but I feel it's reckless for you to join us on the battlefield. Several soldiers from my retinue have complained that, when they try to protect you, you charge headlong into danger. Please, stay out of harm's way and allow us to guard you. Your behavior endangers us all.
Reyson: I will remain on the battlefield until Commander Ike tells me he no longer has need of my powers. No one else may command me.
Tanith: But, Your Highness--!
Reyson: That having been said, I appreciate your concern. But again, I need no bodyguards. Now stop following me!
Tanith: ...If it weren't for that imperial order, he'd need a bodyguard to protect him from ME.

Reyson Tanith A

Tanith: Your Highness. I owe you my thanks. Your songs saved my life the other day.
Reyson: I am glad you are safe. I have never seen your pegasus balk before an enemy. She usually moves so swiftly.
Tanith: We've been fighting so hard lately. I think she must have been exhausted. She didn't want to let me down... If you had not sung your galdr then... I don't like to think what could have happened--to her or to me. Again, I thank you, Your Highness.
Reyson: Do you still think I am of no value because I do not fight?
Tanith: No, Your Highness. I hadn't realized how valuable you could be. I was arrogant, and I was wrong. To think I'd intended to protect you, and yet you wound up saving me. I have dishonored Begnion.
Reyson: It does not matter. As long as you understand that I need no protection.
Tanith: No, it matters quite a bit. I'm in over my head. I cannot remain here, not after this humiliation. I return at once to Begnion. There, I shall await the judgment of the apostle.
Reyson: You jest! It was a minor tactical error. You needn't abandon us for--
Tanith: No... Dishonorable discharge is the only path left for me... The apostle charged me with a task, and I have failed her.
Reyson: If you will not listen to reason, then I see only one recourse. I appoint you as my escort. You have fulfilled your apostle's orders.
Tanith: But, Your Highness, I have already seen that I will be nothing but a burden to you. How can I protect you?
Reyson: I will protect you. We will protect one another. Remain here, and fulfill your duty.
Tanith: Your Highness, I would be pleased to accept your appointment. I have misjudged you once. I swear I shall not do it again.

Janaff Lucia C

Lucia: You must be a Phoenicis knight.
Janaff: Eh?
Lucia: I don't believe I've had the pleasure. I am Lucia of Crimea, a vassal of Princess Elincia. I wish to tender my cordial thanks for the aid and succor your country has granted us. Will you accept it?
Janaff: Uh... Sure, why not?
Lucia: ...
Janaff: ...I mean, um... Thanks for your courtesy. I'm Janaff. I am here at the command of our king. So if you really want to thank someone, you should thank our king.
Lucia: Very well. Although telling him in person would give me much pleasure, such luxuries are not feasible under the circumstances. Please give my regards to King Tibarn. Long life to him! Huzzah!
Janaff: ...All righty then...
Lucia: What is it?
Janaff: Well, I don't know that we need the formality. I mean, we're fighting in the same army, right? Right...? Hey, I've got a better idea! Let's go have a wild night on the town to fortify our new friendship! I'm buying!
Lucia: Oh, I could not. My father would not approve of me going out without a chaperon.
Janaff: What? Such a shame! You look like a gorgeous woman, but you're still a child? I can never tell how old you beorcs are!
Lucia: ...

Janaff Lucia B

Janaff: My homeland of Phoenicis is bordered by the South Sea. It's a wonderful place to live. There aren't that many of us, and everyone gets along... I've seen many countries with my own eyes, but Phoenicis is the best!
Lucia: Did Phoenicis have diplomatic relations with other countries?
Janaff: No, we don't associate with the others. We used to be allied with Serenes... until those cursed humans destroyed it. And Kilvas is ruled by a cunning and heartless king. We have no trust for him.
Lucia: Did you ever associate with beorc countries?
Janaff: Ha! That'll never happen! After the slaughter of Serenes, the beorc became our enemy.
Lucia: I do not blame you for your anger... But as I have said, Crimea wishes to establish diplomatic relations with you. Our late king advocated friendship with the laguz, and enjoyed a good rapport with King Caineghis of Gallia.
Janaff: So I hear. Look, most Phoenicians would be perfectly happy living their entire lives without outside contact... But I suppose a friendship with Crimea is possible. If our king so decides.
Lucia: And what do you think?
Janaff: What do I think? Huh... I used to loathe huma...beorc. Even hearing the word made me angry. But... Now I think friendship is possible. That's all because I met you.
Lucia: Oh... Well... Thank you. I am glad to be of assistance.

Janaff Lucia A

Lucia: In Crimea, we dream of peace for all people. Friendship that transcends nation, creed, and race. Beorc and laguz, living in harmony.
Janaff: Transcending race, huh? Crimea is an odd country. I heard you even let laguz live within your borders!
Lucia: Yes, due to our bond with King Caineghis. And now, Princess Elincia hopes to establish such alliances with other laguz nations.
Janaff: It's a pretty thought. But do you think that a friendship which transcends nation, creed, and race will come so easily?
Lucia: It will not be easy, but it can be--
Janaff: For example. You know that Phoenicis and Begnion used to be bitter enemies, right?
Lucia: Yes, I know.
Janaff: The apostle finally recognized the Serenes massacre, but who knows how long it'll take that news to spread over the country? Before that happens, there could be more fighting. War might erupt anew. If so, whose side will you choose?
Lucia: I would--
Janaff: It'll be Begnion. Come on! Am I wrong? And in the eyes of Phoenicis, Crimea is nothing more than a Begnion colony. Which means I'll fight against you.
Lucia: Princess Elincia would do everything in her power to avoid such a war. However, I am her loyal vassal. In the event of conflict, my path is clear.
Janaff: Same here. The king's ally is my ally. And the king's enemy... But if I can help it, I'd rather not fight a good-looking woman like you! Dinner would be much more enjoyable.
Lucia: I agree, Janaff. When this war is over and Crimea rebuilt...let's meet again. Not as enemies, but as friends.
Janaff: I hope you'll be old enough to go out without a chaperon by then!
Lucia: I hope so as well.

Calill Geoffrey C

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

Calill Geoffrey B

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

Calill Geoffrey A

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

Largo Tauroneo C

Largo: That's strange...
Tauroneo: ...
Largo: Hey, Tauroneo!
Tauroneo: Hmm?
Largo: Don't you think this army is a little odd? I mean, heck! It's not every day that you see soldiers from this many countries all mixed into one army. I've traveled and fought in a lot of strange places, but this is the first time I've seen anything quite like this.
Tauroneo: You're right. There are even former Daein soldiers in this army. There is no shortage of nationalities, to be sure.
Largo: My favorite part about it is we get to sample all kinds of exotic dishes. Gwa! I've never snacked so well in my life.
Tauroneo: What are you holding?
Largo: This quill? Oh, I use it to jot down ideas so I won't forget them later. If I don't, I just completely forget them! But back to food... I've noticed that the laguz sure like their food spicy! And now they've started drinking with us! Bwaa ha ha! That's great! By the way, what's your drink of choice?
Tauroneo: Drinks? I'm not picky. The stronger the better!
Largo: And flavor?
Tauroneo: Doesn't matter.
Largo: Bwaaaa ha ha haaaa!! I like your answer! I better write that down so I don't forget.

Largo Tauroneo B

Largo: Hmmmm...
Tauroneo: ...
Largo: Ahhhh... Er... Naaaaaahhh...
Tauroneo: Is something wrong?
Largo: Hmmm? Oh, it's you.
Tauroneo: You've done nothing but stare at that piece of paper for hours. Are you crazy, man?
Largo: Oh, you have a point... Crazy... Craaaazy... You may be onto something. I'll have to write that down. But it'll have to wait until later. I can't think about two things at the same time.
Tauroneo: You can't? Well, what are you thinking about now?
Largo: I'm saving up the money I make here to open my own little place. I'm thinkin' a pub would be nice... Is that a good idea?
Tauroneo: A pub? Yes, pubs are nice. Will you make savory meat pies? With buttery crusts?
Largo: Savory! Oh, yeah. They'll be the savoriest! They'll make your head explode! ...I don't want my customers dropping dead, though... I want everyone to be happy. Hmmm... Hey, people like butter, right? There'll be free sticks of butter on every table!
Tauroneo: That's a great dream. Where are you going to open your place?
Largo: Well, uh...it may not look like it, but I'm actually from Begnion. So I'll probably open my pub back home. But from what I hear, Crimea and Daein are nice places, too... This is going to be a hard choice...
Tauroneo: ...Do you want me to help you with the pub?
Largo: Oh, yeah! That would be great! Two people can think about two things at once. That will help for sure. All right, so we'll have savory meat pies... But what about the rest of the menu?

Largo Tauroneo A

Largo: Hmmm... That's not it. That's no good, either...
Tauroneo: Are you thinking about your pub again?
Largo: Hey, Tauroneo! Can you dish me up some more of your good advice?
Tauroneo: Glad to.
Largo: I'm trying to come up with a name for my pub.
Tauroneo: What do you have so far?
Largo: How about "Savory Pies And Stuff"?
Tauroneo: Hmmm. It's a bit...odd.
Largo: Maybe you're right. Let me think... I want this to be a pub where both beorc and laguz can walk on in, get a meat pie and a frosty beverage, and be happy. So how about we name it the "All You Beorc And Laguz Come On Down And Get Yourself A Meat Pie Pub"!
Tauroneo: That's a little long.
Largo: No good, eh? Nuts. What am I gonna do? I'm no good at thinking up stuff like this.
Tauroneo: Maybe you're trying too hard. How about naming it after something you think is important?
Largo: Hey, yeah! I'll call it "Calill." She's always been my favorite.
Tauroneo: Naming it after an old flame, eh? I say go with that. I'll be sure to drop in for a pie and a brew when you open your place.
Largo: You better! I'll have your favorite drink waiting for you! Your favorite drink is... Wait, I know this... I wrote it down somewhere... Oh, here it is... Strong!
Tauroneo: Yep.
Largo: Bwaaa ha ha haaaa!!! Leave it to me!

Bastian Lucia C

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

Bastian Lucia B

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

Bastian Lucia A

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

Elincia Geoffrey C

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

Elincia Geoffrey B

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

Elincia Geoffrey A

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