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Corrin/Supports (male)/Page 2
Selena: Grr! Where did it go? Why am I the most cursed person in the entire world? Ughhh!
Corrin: Selena? I heard shouting... Is everything OK?
Selena: Um, obviously not! I can't find my yukata!
Corrin: Oh no! Wait, what's a yukata?
Selena: You don't even know what a yukata is? Well, for your information, it's a super- cute dress-type thing from Hoshido.
Corrin: Oh. But aren't you from Nohr?
Selena: What does that have to do with it? And who said I was from Nohr?
Corrin: Sorry, I'm confused—
Selena: Why does it matter where I'm from? I can wear whatever I want.
Corrin: No argument here. If the shoe fits...
Selena: I thought I told you it was a dress, not a shoe. And OF COURSE it fits—I looked fabulous! But now I CAN'T FIND IT.
Corrin: No need to shout... I'm sure it's around here somewhere...
Selena: Don't you know anything? I was fishing for a compliment there. Jeez!
Corrin: I'm sorry?
Selena: Whatever. Are you going to help me find my yukata or not?
Corrin: Well, it doesn't sound like I have a choice.
Selena: Not if you want to remain my third-best friend, mister. Now, c'mon, let's find that thing!
Corrin: OK, sounds good. Wait, THIRD best? Who are numbers one and—?
Selena: Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head off about them.
Selena: Hey, Corrin! Didja find my yukata yet?
Corrin: Sorry, I haven't. But, to be honest, after we spent so much time looking the other day... I sort of assumed it was gone forever. So I haven't been looking very hard.
Selena: Ugh! You give up too easily.
Corrin: Well, I did look all around the castle, and I asked a few people about it.
Selena: Well, you feel that you tried your best. I guess that's good enough for some people.
Selena: You're sighing? It's like you don't even WANT to find my yukata.
Corrin: Selena, I would truly like to help you find it, if only for my own personal relief. Maybe you could tell me a bit more about the garment...
Selena: All right... It's burgundy with a tiny cherry blossom pattern. It's the same color my mother used to wear a lot. But it probably looked better on her, of course...
Corrin: Why would you say that?
Selena: Well, she was perfect and she had perfect taste. Kinda hard to live up to that. Not that I don't come pretty darn close!
Corrin: She "was" perfect? Did she pass away?
Selena: Yeah, but whatever. I'm over it. Anyway, we're talking about my yukata here. You got the details memorized?
Corrin: Er, yes. Burgundy with cherry blossoms. Oh, one other thing. What size was it?
Selena: What SIZE?
Corrin: Er, yes?
Selena: That's kind of personal, don't you think? What if I asked you what color of underwear you were wearing, huh?
Selena: Oh, great. Now you're probably thinking about MY underwear. You're so nosy, you know that?
Corrin: Selena, please listen! I wasn't thinking anything like that! I just want to help you find your yukata. I thought it might be helpful to know the size.
Selena: All right, fine. It's a regular size yukata. Not large, not small. REGULAR. Got it?
Corrin: Regular-sized. Got it.
Selena: Now, are you done interrogating me? Will you hurry up and start searching?
Corrin: Yes, I will be glad to take my leave of you at this point.
Selena: Wait, what do you mean by THAT?
Selena: Hey, Corrin! Did you find my yukata yet or what?
Selena: *sigh* Don't bother answering. I can tell by the look on your face. Whatever. It doesn't matter anymore.
Corrin: What do you mean?
Selena: I mean...we've both looked all over for the darn thing, and it's just gone. I'm sorry I wasted your time. I know you've got a lot of important stuff going on.
Selena: Just so we're clear, I'm not grateful.
Corrin: Well, I'm glad you could clear that up.
Selena: I guess I'll just have to make a new yukata. It'll probably be challenging, but with my level of talent, I'm sure it will turn out.
Corrin: I think that's a good idea, Selena. Camilla is always saying how talented you are.
Selena: She...she is? I mean... Of course she is. By the way, what's your size?
Corrin: My size? You got so upset when I asked about your size the other day.
Selena: Ughhh. This is for a gift so it's TOTALLY DIFFERENT, duh.
Corrin: Fair enough. I was just teasing! But you don't need to get me a gift.
Selena: Well don't worry. It's not like it's a good gift or anything. I just thought that if I had some leftover scraps of material... Maybe, if I had time, I could sew them together into a yukata for you. Whatever! I probably won't have enough material or I'll forget or something.
Corrin: I see. Well, it's the thought that counts.
Selena: Great. So now we just need to go find some cute fabric. Ready to go?
Selena: What do you mean, "um"? Are you ready or not? Most people would BEG for a chance to go shopping with me.
Corrin: I'm sure I'll be begging for something by the end of the trip...
Selena: Ha, ha. C'mon, let's go! This is going to be fun. Hurry up!
Corrin: And there she goes. Wait, I never told her what size I am!
Corrin: Selena, how are you doing today?
Selena: Fine, fine. But what's going on? I was in the middle of something.
Corrin: Oh, I'm sorry to have interrupted you. What were you doing?
Selena: If you must know, I was packing. Remember how we couldn't find any decent fabric the other day? Well, I've got a lead on some premium silk, but I have to go pick it up. It's...a bit of a hike from here.
Corrin: Well, I'm glad I caught you. Because there's no need for you to go. Here, take this.
Selena: This fabric... It's the same as my missing yukata!
Corrin: Indeed! I found a place that was willing to make a custom order for you.
Selena: Oh, gods... I don't deserve this. I've been so awful to you. To everyone...
Corrin: No! Don't say that. I mean, sure, you've been prickly, but that's just who you are. Y'know, it's funny. I've actually grown somewhat fond of being belittled—
Selena: Then marry me.
Selena: You heard me. Grow up and marry me, Corrin! Or are you a scared little baby? Waaah! Waaah!
Corrin: I...no. Wait. What?!
Selena: Look. I've got important things to do. I can't just sit around waiting for a proposal. So are you gonna marry me or what? Most people would kill for this opportunity, just so you know.
Corrin: Against all better judgment...I will. I will marry you, Selena!
Selena: Well, good! And you better make me the happiest woman in the world while you're at it!
Corrin: Does this count as the start of our honeymoon?
Selena: You're lucky to be marrying me. Just don't screw it up.
Corrin: Hello, Beruka. What are you up to?
Beruka: It is obvious. I'm repairing my weapon.
Corrin: Oh. Right. I suppose that is obvious. You know, I very much admire the care with which you treat your weapons. Which reminds me—the other day, when I saw you on the battlefield—
Beruka: State your business. Quickly.
Corrin: Huh? I don't really have any "business." I just thought it would be nice to chat.
Corrin: Do I need a reason?
Beruka: If you do not have business, do not speak to me.
Corrin: Beruka... Very well. I'm sorry for bothering you.
Beruka: Thank you. I'll never understand how people enjoy such meaningless chatter.
Corrin: Well...I guess I'd say it's because people want to get to know one another. Even now, I feel I've gotten to know you just a little bit better.
Beruka: Why do you feel the need to get to know me?
Corrin: Because I'd like for us to be friends.
Corrin: I...ah...I don't know. It sounds nice?
Beruka: You are strange. May I resume my task now?
Corrin: S-sure. Sorry to bother you. Maybe we can talk about this some other time...
Corrin: Working on your weapon again, Beruka?
Beruka: You again. I suppose this is good timing. I need to discuss something with you.
Corrin: Really? You want to talk with me? About what?
Beruka: Our conversation the other day confirmed my hatred of conversations. Yet you seemed to think it was a good thing, as it helped you "get to know" me. What benefit do you think there is to be had in getting to know one another?
Corrin: As I said before, it's because I would like for us to be friends.
Beruka: Friends? Hmph. These are things people have said about me: "Beruka is a monster. She does not feel. She is barely human." "Beruka is a peerless assassin. And there is a reason for that." "She'd murder her own mother if given the order." "She's a puppet. A sad, murderous little tool with no will of her own."
Beruka: I do not tell you these things to defend myself against them. I am telling you because they are accurate descriptions. Do you understand now what kind of person I am?
Beruka: I had a mentor who taught me how to kill. I returned that generosity with violence. My mentor died by my hand. I did not hesitate for even a moment.
Corrin: What? Why would you do such a thing?
Beruka: Why? What a foolish question. I was ordered to. Nothing more, nothing less.
Beruka: I hope this has been enlightening. No good will come of "getting to know me" better. Now, excuse me. Milord.
Beruka: What are you doing here?
Corrin: Just came by to chat.
Beruka: Even after our last conversation? You are strange.
Corrin: Yep! That's me!
Beruka: So? What is it this time?
Corrin: Hm. Let's see... How about we talk about your family?
Beruka: My family? I don't remember them.
Corrin: Why not?
Beruka: I was abandoned before I was old enough to retain any memories. I don't even know who they were.
Corrin: I'm sorry. It sounds like I hit on a sensitive subject.
Beruka: Don't worry about it. It is what it is. I cannot blame them. They were neither good nor bad. Few in the slums even believed in such concepts. A man who was kind enough to give me bread was also a murderer. Was he "good"? Was he "evil"? Neither. He fed me. He killed. That is all. In the same way, my parents left me. In the same way, I kill. That is all.
Corrin: I see...
Beruka: May we be done now? This was pointless. Continuing it would only be more pointless.
Corrin: I disagree. You're an important ally, and I am grateful I've gotten to learn more about you.
Beruka: Ally? You think me an ally?
Corrin: Yes. Why wouldn't I?
Beruka: I told you I killed my mentor, correct? If given the order, I might kill you as quickly.
Corrin: Ha. Bring it on! I'll take you on with all I've got.
Beruka: You think you could defeat me?
Corrin: I don't know. But at the very least, I'd certainly make you work for it.
Beruka: ...Heh. You really are a strange one. But you're all right.
Corrin: Ah. There you are, Beruka.
Beruka: More questions?
Corrin: Not quite. Today, I wanted to tell you something.
Corrin: I'll cut straight to the chase. I want to build a family with you.
Beruka: Please repeat your order. I do not understand.
Corrin: It's not an order, Beruka. Here, let me put it another way. I love you. Will you marry me?
Beruka: I understand the words you are saying, but I think you must be mistaken. Are you well, milord?
Corrin: Yes. And I'm not mistaken. You're the one I want to spend my life with.
Beruka: I see. Then I am sorry. I'm not interested in marriage.
Corrin: You aren't? Why not?
Beruka: I cannot say I even truly understand what a family is. I was not raised in one. I cannot make something I don't understand.
Corrin: I wouldn't worry about that. I mean, I don't really know either.
Beruka: What do you mean?
Corrin: I've always had people who loved me and called me family, it's true. But I don't know what a normal family is like. Ones where the parents and children all live in the same place. Where they're all close and loving, and they see each other every day... That's why I want to have one. I think it would be a beautiful adventure for us both. So, will you reconsider?
Beruka: Is that—
Corrin: A wedding ring. Yes. I had it made especially for you.
Corrin: Beruka? What's wrong?
Beruka: I...don't know what to do.
Corrin: You can do whatever you want. I only ask you don't reject it out of fear that you won't be able to handle it. I will be by your side every step of the way. We'll help each other through it.
Beruka: I suppose I will hold on to it for now, then.
Corrin: Thank you.
Beruka: I also have one request.
Beruka: Up until now, we've mostly talked about me. But I want to learn more about you. I want you to tell me everything about yourself.
Corrin: I would be happy to. We have a great deal of talking to do, I think. But now we also have all the time in the world to do it.
Beruka: Yes. We do.
Beruka: This warm, cozy feeling... Is this happiness? I only now realize that I love you...
Laslow: Ah! If it isn't the dashing Lord Corrin. Did you need something?
Laslow: Oh. Were you not staring at me just now? I could have sworn you were.
Corrin: No, I was just walking by.
Laslow: Are you sure? How peculiar. I could have sworn I felt someone staring at me.
Corrin: Be that as it may, it wasn't me.
Laslow: Perhaps I was mistaken. My apologies, milord. Anyways! Since we're both here, perhaps milord would like to join me for a bite?
Corrin: Um, sure. I guess I have time.
Laslow: You do?! That's wonderful news! With you there, the fair lasses in town are far less likely to flee from my advances!
Corrin: On second thought, I think I'm busy. I have to do...not that.
Laslow: Ah. There you are. My dear old friend Rejection. How are you, old boy? I'm terrible as ever, thanks. Oh? No, I knew you'd be back—
Corrin: *ahem* Now, if you don't mind, I'll be on my way.
Laslow: Hey! Not so fast! Life is full of twists and turns and unexpected happenings! We should approach each day as if it were our last—as for all we know, it will be! Just think, tomorrow I could be spirited away—or worse! What if you never have an opportunity to see me again? Would you not give anything to then apologize for how you treated me?
Corrin: For not helping you harass those poor townswomen all day? No.
Laslow: Fine, fine. I will relent...for now! 'Til our paths cross again, milord!
Corrin: Phew. He's quite the character, isn't he?
Laslow: Lord Corrin! We meet again!
Corrin: Hello, Laslow.
Laslow: What are the odds we would meet like this again? Unless...perhaps it's fate?
Corrin: Must you do this every time? We see each other every day.
Laslow: Hmm. I suppose you've a point. But I prefer to treat each meeting as if it were special. Because it is! We will never meet precisely the same way at the same time again. I think we should treasure every moment of our lives as much as most do gems.
Corrin: I see. Quite the romantic, aren't you?
Laslow: But of course! And in this spirit of gratitude, I have acquired a gift for you.
Corrin: Oh? What is it?
Laslow: It's a special salve with unique restorative powers.
Corrin: Really? Wow! Thank you! It looks expensive though. Are you sure I can have it?
Laslow: Of course! I only ask you remember this fateful crossing whenever you use it.
Corrin: I will. You know, there really is something beautiful about your point of view. Maybe I should try harder to treasure every moment.
Laslow: I'm delighted to hear you're coming around! After all, no one knows where their friends may disappear to next. Life is more fragile than most of us ever imagine... One moment, a friend is standing beside you, smiling. The next, they're gone. And you realize that you will never see them again.
Laslow: Hm? Oh! Haha. Silly me. My apologies, milord. All this is just to say you never know—you know? It's as true for me as for anyone else. I won't always be around, after all.
Corrin: Huh? Are you planning on going somewhere?
Laslow: Maybe. Maybe not. For the moment, however, I am thinking of visiting some of the fine shops in town. Would you care to join me, Lord Corrin?
Corrin: I suppose I have— Oh. I see what you're doing. You just want me to help you hit on women, don't you? I think I'll pass. Thanks.
Laslow: You wound me, milord. I assure you, I had only the most innocent intentions! But, in all seriousness, we should always remember that we are soldiers. At war. There's no guarantee that we will meet again with smiles on our faces.
Laslow: So, won't you please reconsider? I value our time together.
Corrin: How many people have you used these same lines on today?
Laslow: You would be the eighth, milord.
Corrin: I'm sure you'll have a fine trip into town alone.
Laslow: Ah...and just like that, history repeats itself. Oh well... Then I only pray we shall meet again! Until next time, milord.
Corrin: Haha. Farewell then, Laslow.
Laslow: Lord Corrin, you grace me with your presence once again.
Corrin: Hello, Laslow.
Laslow: Do you think you could find it in your heart to join me for a meal now?
Corrin: Yes, I believe I can.
Laslow: Dohoho! Rejected again! Ah, well, another day, anoth— Er, wait. You mean you will?!
Corrin: Yes. We never know when next we'll meet, do we? And perhaps next time you won't even offer me an invitation.
Laslow: I suppose that's technically possible...
Corrin: I've spent a lot of time thinking about what you said before. Every meeting is a once-in-a-lifetime encounter, right? And now that I've come to see things your way, it'd be silly for me to say no.
Laslow: Thank you, Lord Corrin.
Corrin: But it does make me a little more scared to say good-bye to people than I used to be. When every good-bye could be your last, it becomes so much harder to let go. I never thought about it much before, but now it's always on my mind.
Laslow: Milord, if I may be frank, I feel that parting is a deeply sorrowful thing. If it were up to me, I'd never have to say farewell to anyone. I've had to do that far too much in my life... But it is not up to me. It's a part of life. And life cares little for our feelings. So it is, I suppose, as important to learn to let go as it is to cherish every moment.
Corrin: I agree.
Laslow: And besides! The sorrow of parting makes reunion all the sweeter, does it not? And saying good-bye to one person usually means saying hello to another. If I had not said good-bye to many people I loved, I'd never have met you, for example. I am truly grateful I was able to make your acquaintance, Lord Corrin.
Corrin: I'm glad I was able to meet you as well, Laslow. I'm sure the others all feel the same.
Laslow: Thank you. Now! Enough of this dreary philosophizing. Shall we treat ourselves to a meal now?
Corrin: Yes, I think that sounds delightful. After you, my friend.
Peri: *sniff* *sniff* Waaaaah...
Corrin: Peri? What's wrong? Why are you here crying by yourself?
Peri: Lord Corrin... I uh...*sniff*... Waaaaaaah!
Corrin: It's hard to understand you while you're sobbing so hard. Can you tell me what happened?
Peri: Don't wanna...
Corrin: Why not?
Peri: Because...because you'll say the same thing as they all did... I'm gonna kill 'em.
Corrin: Um, what?
Peri: All the ones who made me cry! They're dead meat!
Corrin: H-hey, we all get mad sometimes, but...
Peri: No joke, I'm really gonna slaughter them all!
Corrin: (Whatever happened must have been serious... She's incoherent with rage.) (I'd better stay with her until she calms down...)
Peri: Urgh...*sniffle*... Waaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Peri: Urgh...*sniffle* *sob* Waaaaaaah!
Corrin: Peri, are you crying again? Won't you please tell me what's upsetting you so much?
Peri: ...Why do you care?
Corrin: Why? Well, because we're allies.
Peri: Allies... Lord Xander said it's important to have those. In that case, I guess it's safe to tell you.
Corrin: I'm honored that you'd confide in me.
Peri: I'm sad because everyone looks at me like I'm weird.
Peri: Yeah. But of course I'm different! I come from a really noble family.
Corrin: You're the daughter of nobility? No one mentioned that.
Peri: Well, now you know! At home, they called me Lady Peri, and I had servants waiting on me hand and foot. They all loved me, even when I killed a few of them.
Corrin: B-back up there. You killed your own servants?
Peri: Uh-huh. I was bored, so I picked up my sword, and TWHACK! I took a blood bath in the spray that came out! It's good for your skin, you know.
Corrin: E-eep... You...answer to Xander, yes?
Peri: I do! Me and Laslow are Lord Xander's top retainers. Lord Xander's great because he gives me lots of chances to bathe.
Corrin: (What was he thinking?!)
Peri: Did you say something?
Corrin: Me? No!
Peri: Lord Xander doesn't look at me weird, but everyone else sure does. Every soldier at the castle kept their distance from me.
Corrin: Do tell...
Peri: Some allies they were! They looked at me funny, and now they have to die!
Corrin: Th-there's no punishment you go to first before killing them? (Who have I let into my army?! I can't let her go killing people willy-nilly...!)
Peri: Thanks for listening. I feel a lot better! Here, you can have this in return. I baked it myself!
Corrin: A hidden talent, eh? Sure, I'll try it. Thank you very much, Peri.
Peri: You're very welcome!
Peri: Oh! Lord Corrin!
Corrin: No tears today, Peri? That's encouraging.
Peri: I know! People still look at me funny... But now they all want to try my snacks!
Corrin: I'm glad for you.
Peri: I know what you did for me. You talked to them all and told them how good my snacks are.
Corrin: Guilty as charged. I really did enjoy it, though!
Peri: Thanks, Lord Corrin!
Corrin: It probably helped that I omitted the part about you killing your servants...
Peri: Sorry, I didn't catch that.
Corrin: Oh, er, I was just reviewing my agenda for the rest of the day.
Peri: What a great day! I'm going to keep churning out treats for everybody. Especially for you, Lord Corrin!
Corrin: For me?
Peri: Yup! I like being your ally. You were nice to me, so I'll be nice to you. Like when you listened to my problems.
Corrin: You're very welcome, Peri. I'm really pleased to see this outpouring of goodwill from you. I can see now why Xander chose you as his retainer.
Peri: Oh yeah?
Corrin: Yes. And I don't think it was entirely because of your bloodlust. Xander saw the kindness in you, and that's why he wanted you in his company. I want to make sure I recognize and reward kindness, just as he did.
Peri: Thanks, Lord Corrin. I hope you'll be kind to me, too. We'll be spending lots of time together!
Corrin: I'm looking forward to it.
Peri: There you are, Lord Corrin! I was looking all over for you!
Corrin: Ah, Peri. I was looking for you too.
Peri: You were? Huh. Well, I'll go first anyway! Come see!
Corrin: See what...?
Corrin: Gods! This is enough to feed an army!
Peri: It's all for you, Lord Corrin!
Corrin: Really? Well...I am a bit peckish...
Peri: Do you like red meat?
Corrin: Of course.
Peri: Whew, because I have plenty here! Go on—have some!
Corrin: Maybe just a bite... Mmm! *chomp* *snarf* *nom* What is this, Peri? I've never had anything like it!
Peri: Yay! Lord Corrin likes it! I couldn't find any good ingredients, so I had my servants from home bring some!
Corrin: ...You didn't kill them afterward, right?
Peri: Of course not, silly. They did a great job!
Corrin: Whew... Peri...you know what I'd really like? If I could eat your amazing food every day.
Peri: You're serious? Lord Corrin, are you asking me to...?
Corrin: Yes. That's why I was looking for you, in fact.
Peri: Oh... I'm sorry, but... I can't be your personal chef!
Corrin: My what? N-no, that's not what I meant. What I wanted to ask was, um...your hand in marriage.
Peri: M-marriage? To Lord Corrin? Someone, pinch me...
Corrin: It's not a joke...or a dream. I genuinely feel that way about you.
Peri: I...I... Uh...urghh...*sniff* Waaaaaaaaah!
Corrin: Wh-why are you crying? Are you that opposed to the idea?
Peri: No, no! Crying isn't always for sad times. Sometimes I cry when I'm happy! And right now, I'm very, very happy. I love you too, Lord Corrin!
Corrin: Then you'll accept my proposal?
Corrin: Wonderful! I'll make sure our home is up to your aristocratic standards. I want you to live in the style you're accustomed to, with servants. I'll make sure to hire hardy folk, who won't die when you attack them.
Peri: This is perfect! I'm so excited! Thank you so much, Lord Corrin! I promise to be a good wife!
Peri: I know nothing will ever come between us...because I'll eviscerate anyone who tries.
Corrin: (Gods...that's Benny. I've walked right into his path...) (Don't make eye contact...don't make eye contact...) (Blast! Too late...) *ahem* Hello, Benny.
Benny: Good day, Lord Corrin.
Corrin: I'm terribly sorry to disturb you like this. But...er...what are you working on?
Benny: Oh, I'm crafting good-luck charms.
Corrin: Is...is that so? Well, again, I'm so sorry to have bothered you.
Benny: You're not bothering me. Did you need something?
Corrin: Well, now that you mention it... Have you ever defeated an army of 10,000 soldiers all by yourself? It seems unlikely, but...
Benny: What?! Who told you that?
Corrin: I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me!
Benny: Why would I hurt you? Anyway, the answer is no.
Corrin: I also heard that you once tossed a man so far into the sky that he never came down.
Benny: That is true.
Corrin: What?! Really?!
Benny: No. Of course not.
Corrin: I'm sorry for asking. Please, don't destroy anything!
Benny: What would I destroy? Anyway, I'm not mad.
Benny: Are you surprised?
Corrin: A bit, yes. I've just heard so many crazy things about you...
Corrin: Oh, now I've done it! Aaaauuugh!
Benny: How odd.
Corrin: Hello, Benny. Do you have a moment? I feel I must apologize...
Benny: It's OK. Happens all the time.
Corrin: Is that so? Well, that makes me feel even worse.
Benny: Please, don't. I know that my appearance can be off-putting. And for some reason, the stories about me spread like wildfire.
Corrin: Well, to be fair, they are good stories.
Benny: Oh? What's the latest you've heard?
Corrin: That...that you blew on a volcano to stop it from erupting...
Corrin: That you forged an axe with your bare hands...
Corrin: That you punched a bear in the face...
Benny: I would never! Who's been spreading that slander about me?!
Benny: Anyway, I'm sorry that I don't really live up to my reputation.
Corrin: Benny, please don't apologize. I think I'd like to learn more about who you really are, if that's all right.
Corrin: Did I say something wrong?
Benny: No, I'm just surprised. You're the first person to express that kind of interest in me.
Corrin: Well, that's a shame. Because you seem like a nice guy.
Benny: Ha. I suppose I am. Thanks for not being scared of me, Corrin.
Corrin: Oh, hey, Benny! I didn't expect to see anyone out here. Er...what exactly are you doing?
Benny: Hello, Corrin. I'm just feeding some of the forest animals.
Corrin: Ah. That's kind of you. I can't believe that wild animals would let you get so close, though... You're practically petting that squirrel!
Benny: Who, Charles here? He's one of my friends. He'll let me pet him anytime. See? I've always been able to relate to these animals better than humans.
Corrin: That's kind of sad...
Benny: Is that sad? Me liking animals?
Corrin: Well, I guess if you're not sad about it...then it's not sad. Honestly, Benny, I just can't believe the reputation you've acquired. It doesn't fit your real personality at all.
Benny: I suppose the tales have taken on a life of their own. Anyway, I'm glad I ran into you. Here, take this.
Corrin: What is it?
Benny: Consider it a...good-luck charm.
Corrin: Did you make this yourself? Why give it to me?
Benny: I just... I don't want you to die. And maybe this can help you stay safe on the battlefield.
Corrin: Well...that's pretty morbid. But also quite thoughtful. Thank you, Benny.
Benny: It's nothing...
Corrin: No, it's not. You made this by hand...for me! I'll proudly wear it into battle.
Benny: I'm glad to hear that.
Corrin: I just want to see you come out of your shell a little bit, Benny. You might not be the smoothest talker around, but you're kind and generous. People shouldn't be afraid of you.
Benny: Well, I don't know about that... But I'm glad that you're not afraid of me anymore, Lord Corrin.
Corrin: Me too...
Charlotte: Oh! Lord Corrin! I've finally found you!
Corrin: Hello, Charlotte. Was there something you needed?
Charlotte: Nothing for me, no. But for you, milord... For you I have made a wonderful lunch! I hope you haven't eaten yet...
Corrin: I haven't, no. That's very thoughtful of you, Charlotte.
Charlotte: It is, isn't it? I was back in my tent, thinking about how you're always fighting on the front lines... It seemed to me like a nice lunch might be exactly what you'd need!
Corrin: Thank you very much.
Charlotte: Could you...take a quick look at it, before you eat it? I just want to be sure that there is nothing in it that isn't to your liking. If there is, I'll throw it out and make you a whole new meal!
Corrin: I'm sure that won't be the case, but if it makes you feel better... ... Just as I said, it looks perfect.
Charlotte: Really? I'm so happy to hear that! I poured my heart and soul into making this lunch for you, Lord Corrin. I started thinking about what I would make for you last night, and before I knew it... The sun had risen! Teehee! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!
Corrin: *munch* *munch* Wow! This is fantastic, Charlotte! The way you've mixed the flavors is perfect!
Charlotte: Truly? I'm so glad to hear that! It makes all the effort worth it. *sniffle* Oh dear... Please excuse me, milady. I seem to be overwhelmed with gratitude... I must step away, or I'll make an absolute fool of myself.
Corrin: Of course, Charlotte. Thanks again.
Charlotte: Wait, am I reading this right? THIS is how much we're getting paid?! What kind of... We're out there risking our lives, and this is all we get?! What kind of fools do they think we are? This is disgusting! Insulting! And...and... RAWR!
Corrin: Um... Hey, Charlotte...
Charlotte: !! O-oh my! Lord Corrin! Tee...hee...hee... What are you doing here?
Corrin: I just came by to return your lovely lunch box... Did I come by at a bad time?
Charlotte: No! Not at all! And that's so nice of you. Aww, you even washed it for me!
Corrin: No problem... Hey, this may sound rude, but you...are Charlotte, right?
Charlotte: What? Of course I am!
Corrin: But...you just punched that tree so hard it fell over. With your bare hands, too.
Charlotte: Punching? Me? Never! You must be mistaken.
Charlotte: All that happened was I reached out...with my fist...to lean on the tree. Then there was a huge gust of wind! THAT'S what must have toppled the tree. Teehee, it just made me look freakishly strong is all!
Corrin: A gust of wind? I didn't feel any wind...
Charlotte: ... Damn it!
Corrin: Hey, Charlotte, wait! That was so strange. It was like she was two different people... Hrm? It looks like she dropped something here. Is this...
Corrin: Charlotte, there you are! I've been looking all over for you.
Charlotte: Hrmph, what do you need, Lord Corrin? I'm kind of occupied. By the way, this is how I normally am. Shocking, I know.
Corrin: It is a little surprising, yes...
Charlotte: It really shouldn't be, though. Aren't all women like this? I mean, putting on an act in order to earn favor with others? It's exhausting, and it's nice to be able to drop it once in a while.
Corrin: Does this mean that you've given up putting on your act?
Charlotte: Ha! As if. Just because I've dropped the act with you doesn't mean I'm telling everyone. You're not the only person I was trying to butter up to get to like me. But I suppose there's no harm in being myself around you all the time. You're not going to judge me for acting, are you?
Corrin: Not at all. It's just surprising is all. I had no idea, to be honest. But I'd rather talk to the real Charlotte instead of the girl you pretend to be.
Charlotte: Really? Wow...
Corrin: Anyway, that's not why I came by today. I just wanted to return your lunch box. You left in such a hurry before, you forgot it. That really was one of the best lunches I have ever eaten.
Charlotte: I... Thank you, Lord Corrin. It's wonderful to hear that...
Corrin: I'm glad to say it. It really was a treat. Also, I wanted to return this to you. You left it behind as well. It looked important, so...
Charlotte: Is that... Ahhh! Give it here! ... It's...for sending money...
Corrin: You mail money? Who do you send it to?
Charlotte: My parents. It may be surprising to learn, but I actually care deeply about them. Growing up, we never had much, but they always made sure I knew they loved me. Ever since I left home, I've made sure to send them money whenever I can. ...I can imagine you don't believe a word I'm saying though, huh?
Corrin: No, I believe you. After all, you have no reason to lie to me about this, right? When you were pretending, you seemed helpless and frail. Without that act, you seem much stronger. And also...more direct.
Charlotte: Heh. Usually people just say I seem really, really scary. In any case, I have no reason to hold back in battle now.
Corrin: That is very true. And I imagine, seeing you going all in during battle... I'll be driven to fight better, too!
Charlotte: Lord Corrin, I'll work hard to serve you in any way you need... But don't even THINK about telling anyone about the real me, OK?
Corrin: Ahaha, I promise.
Charlotte: Why the sudden summons?
Corrin: After our last conversation, I thought I'd try opening up a bit, like you. There is some real value in being honest, and I'd like to do that with you.
Charlotte: I am...very confused right now.
Corrin: What I'm trying to say is... I love you.
Charlotte: What?! Milord, you're speaking crazy talk. You need to see a healer.
Corrin: I'm perfectly fine, Charlotte.
Charlotte: If you are in your right mind, then you should know how rude it is to mock people.
Corrin: I'm not making fun of you! I'm very serious, Charlotte.
Charlotte: We...we did talk about how my helpless- woman thing is an act, right? How I'm actually an aggressive, tree- smashing girl?
Corrin: Heh, didn't you say the wind blew that tree over?
Charlotte: Shut up—you know that was a lie. My point is, I wasn't honest with you before. How can you trust me?
Corrin: I think I'd be worried about the kind of person I am if your secrets bothered me. Everyone has something they'd rather not show to the world. You're human, Charlotte. And the kind of person you actually are is who I love.
Charlotte: *sniff* *sniff*
Corrin: Is something wrong?
Charlotte: The tears... They won't stop!! And in case you weren't sure, these are genuine tears. Sure, I can cry on command, but this is something else entirely!
Corrin: I believe you, but...why are you crying?
Charlotte: Because hearing you say that is one of the nicest things I've ever heard... And I've gotten people to say some really nice things about me. But...are you sure you want to be with me? Really sure?
Corrin: I am completely sure. I think every day with you will be exciting.
Charlotte: Corrin... I'm not entirely sure you're all right in the head.
Corrin: That could be true, hahah. But if so, isn't that a good thing? Two people, crazy and in love, could never tire of each other.
Charlotte: ... You might be right. Thank you, Corrin.
Charlotte: I love you, darling. I've always dreamt of this moment! I did think there would be more golden things around, though...
Corrin: Leo, could I borrow you for a moment?
Leo: Certainly. What do you need?
Corrin: I was hoping you could help me study.
Leo: You? Wish to study? In the middle of a war? I'm happy to help, but why are you suddenly so serious about your education?
Corrin: I thought broadening my horizons might help me protect everyone... Now that we're at war, I can practice what I learn right away in a real battle.
Leo: The battlefield is not so kind, nor so simple. I'm sure you've learned that by now. Haven't you, Corrin?
Corrin: Well, yes, but...
Leo: However! I do think intellectual pursuits play a key role in keeping a mind sharp. That can make all the difference in the heat of battle. If you truly desire it, I will teach you anything you wish to know.
Corrin: Thank you, Leo!
Leo: But don't expect me to go easy on you. You know how strict I am about my studies.
Corrin: Um, I know, but maybe...you could lighten up just a little?
Leo: You ask the impossible. I will be as strict as I need to be to help your mind grow. Don't forget, you're the one who sought this out!
Corrin: I suppose that's true... I'll do whatever you ask of me without complaint.
Leo: Spoken like a model pupil. Now, let us begin!
Corrin: Leo! I finished the assignment you gave me on battle tactics.
Leo: Ah, excellent. Hand it over; I'll take a look.
Corrin: So, um...what do you think?
Leo: This is...rubbish. If you positioned your units this way, they'd all be massacred!
Corrin: What?! No way!
Leo: You're focusing too much on the enemies right in front of you. Rookie mistake. Do that, and you open the door for them to overtake you from behind. In this situation, try using a small, select group of soldiers to scout ahead. Guide them through here while keeping close watch on their formation. If you successfully reposition them like so, see how your battle options increase? You could even sneak around here and take out their commander with ease.
Corrin: Wow... That's amazing. You're so clever, Leo.
Leo: Not really. This is the most basic of the basics. Honestly, it's a miracle you've survived this long.
Corrin: Yeah...I know. I certainly couldn't have made it so far alone. *sigh*
Corrin: What's wrong, Leo?
Leo: Corrin...you know how, on the battlefield, we all look out for you? Why do you think that is?
Corrin: Probably because...I'm so new to all this.
Leo: Precisely. I'm glad you realized as much on your own. That's why Xander and Camilla have always paid more attention to you...
Corrin: Oh, Leo, I wouldn't say—
Leo: No, it's fine. The strong are always alone because no one thinks they need any help. But that's not true at all. There have been many times when I wished... that I had someone at my side, someone to help guide me through tough situations. But I'm no longer a child, and I can't get away with saying such selfish things. All I'm trying to say is that you should enjoy where you are in the growth process.
Corrin: Leo...I'm so sorry. It's all my fault you feel so hurt, isn't it? The others have always doted on me so...
Corrin: You're so talented, Leo. We're all so very impressed by you. We hold you up on a pedestal of sorts... but I can see how that might be lonely. But you should know that I would trade minds with you in a moment if I could. I'm trying so hard, but I never feel like I'm quite good enough to lead us...
Leo: ...Forgive me, Brother. I said too much. We are family, first and foremost. All that matters is we have each other's backs. Forgive my moment of weakness.
Corrin: It's OK, Leo. I know I'm not as strong or wise as I should be. But that's why I need your help. I hope you will consent to keep tutoring me...
Leo: Of course, Corrin. It would be my great honor.
Corrin: Hey, Leo! I completed your latest battle tactics assignment.
Leo: Oh? Let's have a look. ...
Corrin: ...So? How did I do this time?
Leo: This is...really good, actually. Much better than the last one. Your units actually have a decent chance of survival.
Corrin: You think so? Phew! That's a relief.
Leo: Of course, there's always room for improvement. Still, you did well.
Corrin: It's all thanks to you, Leo. I couldn't have improved so quickly without your help.
Leo: Too true. In fact, showing a bit more gratitude wouldn't be out of line.
Corrin: Leo! You're the worst, haha. Is that really something a teacher should be saying?
Leo: Haha, my apologies. I tend to let my sharp tongue get carried away from time to time. Honestly, when you first asked for my help, I didn't think you'd be so dedicated.
Corrin: It's only because you're such a great teacher.
Leo: No, that's not it at all.
Leo: I always had a theory about why Camilla lavishes attention on you... But now I've finally confirmed my suspicions. It's your kind heart. Being near you has a sort of unexplainable soothing effect. Additionally, you're so kind and eager to learn, it makes teaching you a great joy.
Corrin: Really? You mean it?
Leo: I do. Something about you just draws people in and makes them trust you. That's why, despite your lack of experience, you're such a natural leader. I thought the weak attracted the attention of others while the strong stood alone... But I see now that was a misunderstanding born of my own arrogance.
Leo: Thank you for helping me realize that, Corrin.
Corrin: Don't thank me. I didn't actually do anything...
Leo: Enough talk. I intend to polish you into the finest strategist Nohr has ever known. Scream and cry all you want, but I won't let you off the hook until you're perfect.
Corrin: Um, OK...just don't go TOO hard on me. Promise? ...Leo?!
Leo: Hmm. Well, just give me your best and we'll see what happens.
Corrin: Keaton, how goes it?
Keaton: Hey, Corrin! Look at this!
Corrin: Oh, how nice. A torn-up stuffed animal. What a dream come true.
Keaton: Yeah, look at those tatters! You ever smell stuffing that musky before?
Corrin: Don't you think we should try and patch the poor thing up a bit?
Keaton: What? Why? Don't you see? This is A-grade stuff! Look at all that moist cotton falling out of the open belly! Those clumps of lint! *sniff sniff* And the stench—divine! I love it!
Corrin: OK, Keaton. If you say so.
Keaton: Man, you're missing out if you can't appreciate all this goodness.
Corrin: Really, now?
Keaton: I guess I'll just have to teach you how to see this stuff like a real connoisseur.
Keaton: We're gonna take a look at my treasure collection! Look, touch, sniff, and learn!
Corrin: Er, what exactly do you mean by "treasure"?
Keaton: Ohoho! Eager to see the goods, huh? I guess I can whet your appetite a bit! Well, just one of my many fine pieces is an embalmed lizard! I also have a giant bat corpse! It's huge!
Corrin: Tempting as that sounds, I don't think I can manage today.
Keaton: What, not feeling so good? Well, maybe next time!
Keaton: Hey! Do you have a minute?
Corrin: Sure. What's going on?
Keaton: I thought today would be the perfect day to show you some of my treasures! You ready? You might want to bring a drool rag. This could get messy.
Corrin: That's OK. I think I'll be able to contain my drool. Thanks, though.
Keaton: Your loss! OK, so, first up—a spool of spider webbing! There are even spots with flies and bugs in it too! Sorta like raisins in a cookie, but waaay better!
Keaton: You bet your tail it is! And look at this: A necklace made from bat fangs! Just think of all the different animals whose blood has touched this stuff! And they're all still so sharp! See? It's a little prickly when you wear it, but I think it feels good. No pleasure like pain! Wanna try?
Corrin: No. But thanks.
Keaton: Yeesh, tough customer. So, what do you think? Pretty cool, huh?
Corrin: Not really. I think I'm missing something. Why do you like this junk so much?
Keaton: What? Junk? Well, what've YOU got that's so much better? Come on! Out with it!
Corrin: I don't have any treasures, but I do have books and ornaments that are dear to me.
Keaton: Neat! I knew you weren't a lost cause! You mean, like, moldy books, right? And how much rust have you got on your ornaments? Anything fully crusted over?
Corrin: Er, no. Nothing moldy or rusted.
Keaton: So...they're just normal? Ugh. Never mind. No accounting for taste...
Corrin: Sure. But that doesn't mean we can't get along, right? What do you say? Friends?
Keaton: What? Who said I wanted to be friends? Sure wasn't me, I'll tell you that. I just wanted to make you see how great my treasures were, is all. But I guess if YOU want to be friends, I can deal.
Corrin: Keaton, your tail's wagging again.
Keaton: It is NOT wagging! ARGH!
Corrin: Hello, Keaton. What's going on?
Keaton: Oh. Nothing in particular, I guess.
Corrin: OK. I guess I'll be on my way, then.
Keaton: Wait! I said "nothing in particular"! Not "nothing at all"!
Corrin: Oh, OK...
Keaton: I found some more treasure! Wanna take a look?
Keaton: Perfect! Look!
Corrin: Oh! What an amazing seashell! It's beautiful.
Keaton: Right? Yeah. Beautiful. No cracks, no smell, no grime. It's just a pristine, normal old seashell. Hooray.
Keaton: What? Got something to say?
Corrin: This isn't the sort of thing that would normally go in your collection, is it?
Keaton: Why do you say that?
Corrin: I think I know you well enough by now, Keaton. This isn't your thing.
Keaton: I see. Hm. Maybe you're right. Now that I've given it a closer look, I'm starting to think it's not so great after all. I GUESS I might as well just give it to you, Corrin.
Corrin: Keaton...did you plan on giving this to me the whole time?
Keaton: What?! Don't be crazy! This was pure spontaneity! I just happened to find something and happened to bump into you! And then I happened to realize I didn't like it, and you happened to like it! It just makes sense to give it to you now!
Corrin: Oh, I see. Of course. Thank you, Keaton.
Keaton: No need to thank me. You just got lucky, that's all.
Corrin: Your tail is wagging like crazy.
Keaton: Oh, that's just...it cramping up! Ow ow ow! Oh man, how crazy! You must think I'm super happy or something. What a hilarious misunderstanding!
Corrin: Haha, OK. Well, I'm very happy you're my friend, Keaton.
Keaton: Me too! Er, I mean...as you should be!
Xander: Hya! Hah! Hyaaa!!
Corrin: *yawn* Xander? You're not still training are you? You should get some rest.
Xander: Hm? Ah, Corrin. Thank you for your concern, but I haven't a moment to lose. I must keep improving my sword technique for the glory of Nohr. As crown prince, it is my responsibility to be as strong as I can for our people.
Corrin: Ha ha, even after all these years, you're still the same Xander.
Xander: Oh? How so?
Corrin: Remember when I was little, and I'd get so lonely in the Northern Fortress? You'd always come stay with me until I got sleepy and then go train late into the night.
Xander: You knew about that? But how?
Corrin: I could see you from my window. After you left, I always watched you train for a bit. It's a little embarrassing, but I'd even try to imitate how you swung your sword. I thought if I matched your movements, maybe one day I could be as strong as you.
Xander: I had no idea.
Corrin: I was always afraid if I told you about it, you might train elsewhere. Wow, thinking about all that is making me really nostalgic. Such great memories. You know...we've been so busy, we haven't had a chance to train together in a while. Um, if you're not too busy, maybe we could practice sword swinging like old times...
Xander: That's the best idea I've heard all day. But it can't be like old times. This time, you and I shall train side by side. No more lonely Northern Fortress for you.
Corrin: Ha ha, great! I'll grab my blade!
Xander: Hyaaa! Hah!
Corrin: At it again, Xander? Don't you ever sleep?
Xander: If I train while my enemies are sleeping, I shall always have the advantage.
Corrin: Mind if I join in? I had a great time training with you the other day.
Xander: I am always happy to have such a capable fighter aid me in my practice. ...
Corrin: Is something the matter? I understand if you'd prefer to be alone right now...
Xander: Oh no, not at all. I was just thinking about what you said the other day.
Corrin: What about it?
Xander: Exactly how much sleep did I cause you to lose because of my training? Thinking back, I recall how hard it was to get you up in the morning. Am I to blame?
Corrin: Ha ha, don't be silly. It's true I stayed up to watch, but it actually helped me sleep. Some people need to hear the ocean waves to lull themselves to sleep... I need to hear your powerful blade slicing through the night air. It's soothing. I know it sounds ridiculous, but watching you train always made me feel safe.
Xander: Truly? Well, I suppose if that's the case I shall forgive us both.
Corrin: ... Um, Xander? Is something else on your mind? You look troubled.
Xander: Am I such an open book to you?
Corrin: You're swinging your sword so fiercely today, with a wild look in your eyes. It's the same look you always had on nights when you and Father would argue.
Xander: ... You're too clever for your own good, Corrin. I have much on my mind, but I have no regrets about the decisions I've made. Like you, I am proceeding down the path I believe in, no matter the consequences.
Corrin: Oh, so that's it. Sorry, maybe I shouldn't have asked. It's just so nice to hear what's on your mind instead of wondering from afar.
Xander: Worry not, little prince. I have enjoyed our discourse as well. But the hour is getting late. Let's finish up so we can rest for tomorrow's endeavors.
Corrin: OK. This time I'm going to beat you!
Xander: Ah, Corrin. I've been waiting for you. I knew you'd turn up eventually.
Corrin: Ugh, am I that predictable? Oh well. Shall we begin?
Xander: Certainly. ... Corrin... Did you mean it when you said you prefer to hear what's on my mind?
Corrin: I meant it with all my heart.
Xander: I see... Well, I suppose I owe you the courtesy of explaining a thing or two. You were right about me taking out my anger at Father during my training. Sometimes being crown prince means following the king's orders no matter what. But there were times when I felt his commands crossed a line. Sometimes it didn't feel like he was trying to benefit the kingdom at all, just himself. Having to do things I didn't believe in weighed heavily on my heart. Now I'm wise enough and brave enough to stand up to Father. But back then... Those were the nights you spoke of, when I swung my blade like a wild beast.
Xander: I never thought I'd tell you that. I always tried to shield you from such things. A sword is a strange and beautiful thing... Sometimes just one swing of your blade can communicate more than a lifetime of words. Thank you for listening, Corrin. Both to my blade back then and my words now.
Corrin: No need to thank me. I didn't do anything but listen. And pry.
Xander: You did more than you know. It's thanks to you...that I don't feel alone anymore.
Corrin: Xander... It means the world to me to hear you say that. You saved me from my own loneliness when I was a child, locked away from the world... I'm so happy to finally repay the favor. It was always my dearest wish to do so. If you ever feel like talking, about anything, I'm always here for you.
Xander: I don't wish for you to lose sleep over my troubles...
Corrin: I've been losing sleep over you for years now, ha ha. It's my favorite tradition.
Xander: As you wish, Corrin. From now on I promise to let you in.
Flora: Lord Corrin! Where are Jakob and Felicia? Should you be unguarded like this?
Corrin: It's quite all right, Flora. I dismissed both of them for the day. They'd work themselves to death if I allowed it. I have to make sure they get some free time every now and then, just like the rest of us.
Flora: You're so kind! Well, if that's the case, please allow me to assist you in their stead. Let's see here. Your hair looks a bit messy today.
Corrin: Huh? It does?
Flora: You can't go around performing your duties with messy hair! A man's appearance is the mark of his character, after all! There, much better.
Flora: Ah! There's a leaf stuck to your cape. Just a minute, and I'll get it right off you!
Flora: There, much better. Oh my, your boots are so scuffed! Luckily, I've got some boot polish handy right here.
Corrin: A-all right...
Flora: There! Much better.
Corrin: Thank you. You know, sometimes I forget how unlike Felicia and Jakob you are.
Flora: Thank you very much! Ooh! Dust on your shoulder. I'll take care of that. *wap* *wap* *wap*
Corrin: Flora? What are you doing slumped against the wall like that?
Flora: Lord Corrin! I apologize for letting you see me in such a disgraceful state.
Corrin: Is something bothering you? You can always talk to me, you know.
Flora: Well...as you know, I'm a maid. It is my duty to never miss a single detail. Even the smallest lapse could cause embarrassment or discomfort to my master. Yet there is so much work to be done that I must also be very efficient with my time.
Corrin: Yes, and I think on both counts you're exemplary. So what's the issue?
Flora: Thank you, milord. The compliment means a lot coming from you. However, there are times where my duties make me feel so...exhausted. Er, but, ah— M-my apologies. I shouldn't be complaining like this to you, milord. I'm sure my problems are nothing compared to everyone else's. They all work so hard without complaint, and yet here I am, moping and whining.
Corrin: No, it's all right. I'm glad you opened up and let me know how you really feel.
Corrin: You're a very talented maid, and you never seem to take a break. I had almost begun to wonder whether or not you were really human. But hearing your concerns just now has proven it to me. And...it's nice feeling closer to you.
Flora: Lord Corrin...
Corrin: Anyway, you're done for the day. Go get some rest. OK? And know that you can always take a break whenever you feel you need it. It won't do to have you exhausted all the time from overwork.
Flora: Thank you, Lord Corrin. But, before I go, can I adjust your hair really quickly? Just a little bit!
Corrin: No way! Break time starts now.
Flora: Fine, fine...
Flora: Lord Corrin!
Corrin: Someone's looking peppy today.
Flora: I took your advice, and I've been resting a lot more lately. And as you can see, it's already paying off! I feel so much better now!
Corrin: I'm glad to hear it. Now you just have to make sure to keep it up!
Flora: Of course! Thank you so much. You're far too kind.
Corrin: Hey now, none of that. Just seeing you happy again is plenty thanks for me.
Flora: Lord Corrin... (ice and wind sounds) Oh no!
Corrin: F-Flora?! Where did this snowstorm come from?
Flora: My apologies, milord. Your kindness just moved me so. I might be able to stop it right away...but would you mind if I let it go a little longer?
Flora: My emotions are running too hot. I'd like to use this draft to help me cool down.
Corrin: Oh. Um. All right.
Corrin: ...Not done yet?
Flora: I'm sorry. Just a bit more...
Corrin: C-could we speed this up? I can't feel my hands! Th-th-they're turning b-blue… (wind sounds)
Flora: There we are. I feel better now.
Corrin: Thank the gods. Any longer and I might have lost a limb...
Flora: My apologies, Lord Corrin. I keep behaving most shamefully.
Corrin: No, don't worry about it. If anything, I want to see more of this side of you. Not the maid-you, but the real you.
Flora: Oh. You're so kind, milord. It's so touching. I-I don't think I can control— (wind sounds) Oh no!
Corrin: N-n-not again!
Flora: Lord Corrin. You called for me?
Corrin: Yes. Thank you for coming. There is something I wished to speak to you about.
Flora: Of course! But before we get started, would you like anything to drink?
Corrin: No, thank you. I'm fine. What I wanted to talk to you about is—
Flora: Oh dear, your hair is all out of sorts again. There we go. Much better.
Corrin: Ah. Thanks.
Flora: Ack! You've got little hairs on your cape! Have you been around any dogs today? This won't do. Here, let me get all of that off for you. *brush* *brush* So, what did you wish to discuss with me? *brush* *brush*
Corrin: C-could you stop that?
Flora: Hm? *brush* *brush* Stop what? *brush* *brush*
Corrin: Stop being a maid.
Flora: What?! But why?! How can I help you if I can't even perform any maidly duties? I'm not skilled on the battlefield. All I know is how to take care of others! D-do you no longer want me to serve you? (ice and wind sounds) Oh, my cold, desolate heart...
Corrin: Uh...F-Flora? I-i-i-it's getting a little chilly in here.
Flora: *sob* If I stopped being a maid...what would I even have to live for?
Corrin: Wait, Flora! You misunderstand! I just wanted you to stop for a moment! Because it was difficult trying to tell you how I felt while you were brushing me! I...I love you, Flora! (wind sounds)
Corrin: I love you. Please, will you be with me? Here, I have something for you.
Flora: A ring?
Corrin: Yes. I want you to have it.
Flora: Ohhh. Oh, Corrin! (ice and wind sounds)
Corrin: F-Flora! The wind is picking up again!
Flora: I'm sorry! I'm just so happy! It's too much for me to handle! I can't stop it!
Corrin: So you mean—
Flora: Yes! Of course I'll accept your ring! I love you too!
Corrin: Oh. W-w-well good, then. I'm glad!
Flora: I'll do my best to be the perfect wife for you! My very, very best! I swear it!
Corrin: A-am I imagining things or...is the wind g-g-g-getting even stronger? I'm...so cold...can't...see... But...so happy.
Flora: Me too! (wind sounds)
Flora: It's just wonderful to finally know how you feel! So, please please always stay with me!
Corrin: Chieftain Fuga, do you have a minute? ...You were friends with my father, right?
Fuga: Yes. King Sumeragi and I were very close.
Corrin: Do you remember any stories about my father? ...I barely remember him.
Fuga: Of course! Your father and I became friends when we were quite young. Our fathers were rulers, so we had much in common. We were both eldest sons, and it was good to have someone to laugh and train with. In fact, I couldn't imagine my future without him. We vowed to protect each other. It was easy to be brave knowing that your father had my back.
Corrin: It sounds like you were best friends.
Fuga: Yes. Best friends and troublemakers! Your father was a bit of a prankster. He loved to play tricks on the royal family's servants.
Fuga: We got in a lot of trouble back then, but what can I say? We were young.
Corrin: I have a hard time picturing that!
Fuga: Too soon, we were grown-ups. Your father married twice...and then he was gone.
Corrin: ...He died protecting me, right?
Fuga: Yes. He lived a full life. I sometimes wonder which of us got the better deal. I've spent my whole life as a soldier, training and fighting, and he is at peace. Well, I'm not one to get emotional. Is that enough for you today?
Corrin: Oh, yes, Chieftain Fuga! Thank you so much!
Corrin: Chieftain Fuga, you look upset. Is something wrong?
Fuga: Yes! A young lady asked me on a date. Me! What was she thinking?!
Corrin: You have to tell me what happened! Did you say yes?
Fuga: Of course not! Can you imagine a man my age going on a date?
Corrin: Sure, I can! You're not that old. Besides, it's never too late to fall in love.
Fuga: Wait until you get to be my age, and then see if you feel the same!
Corrin: The other day you said you'd spent your whole life as a soldier... You're the chief of the Wind Tribe! Haven't you considered marriage before?
Fuga: Only once.
Corrin: Well, what happened? Why didn't you marry her?
Fuga: It wasn't meant to be. Before I could tell her how I felt, she married someone else. When she and her husband were killed by Faceless, I raised her son as my own.
Corrin: You're talking about Hayato aren't you? You were in love with his mother!
Fuga: Yes. Pathetic, isn't it?
Corrin: No! I think it's amazing that you raised Hayato as your own! That was brave of you.
Fuga: That is kind of you to say. Please, tell no one else. I am an old man now, and I've managed to keep this a secret all this time.
Corrin: Of course, Chieftain Fuga! I won't tell! I swear to you—from one man to another.
Fuga: Thank you, Corrin. I appreciate it.
Corrin: Hmm... Is that Fuga over there? ...Hey, Chieftain Fuga! What are you doing?
Fuga: Oh! ...Sorry, Corrin. I was lost in thought.
Corrin: Haha! Even when you're in a daze, you still look intimidating. How do you do that?
Fuga: ...No idea.
Corrin: Chieftain Fuga, are you OK? You seem a bit gloomy.
Fuga: I was thinking I should retire and let you young people finish this fight. It's time for the next generation to step up. King Sumeragi is gone. I should follow him.
Corrin: What?! How can you say that?
Fuga: I didn't think you'd be so upset.
Corrin: Not a day goes by that I don't wish my father was still here! I can't believe you would leave me too!
Fuga: Th-that's not what I meant...
Corrin: I know it's time for my generation to start taking responsibility for the future... But we still need guidance from people like you!
Fuga: Of course, and you shall have it.
Corrin: Good! You have so much wisdom to share with us...to share with me!
Fuga: You're right. These are my twilight years, but the sun hasn't gone down on me yet! It's my duty to carry the burden left by your father and others who have passed on.
Corrin: Thank you, Chieftain Fuga!
Fuga: You know, sometimes I feel like I'm talking with a young Sumeragi.
Fuga: You are passionate and strong...just like he was. I am honored to be your friend.
Corrin: You consider me a friend?
Fuga: We have fought side by side—just as I did with your father. We are brothers-in-arms.
Corrin: I guess you're right! I look forward to being your friend for many, many years!
Fuga: As do I!
Corrin: Hello, Anna.
Anna: Oh, Corrin. I'm glad I ran into you! I just got some nice weapons in. Piping hot, fresh off the forge.
Corrin: New weapons...? Sorry, but I think I'm all set with weapons at the moment.
Anna: Oh... How about some armor, then?
Corrin: I just got this armor last week. Sorry... I think I'm good there, too.
Anna: I see... ...Oh, I know! I also got something totally new and truly amazing!
Corrin: Truly amazing?
Anna: Yes... It's this... flower!
Corrin: It's extraordinarily beautiful, but what makes it so amazing?
Anna: So glad you asked! It's the meaning behind this flower's name—opulary. Opulary literally means "good fortunes."
Corrin: "Good fortunes"?
Anna: Yes. The more of these you have, the more good things will be drawn to you.
Corrin: Hrm. If that's true, it certainly would be amazing!
Anna: So...have I piqued your interest? Would you like one?
Corrin: You know what? Sure, I'll buy one.
Anna: Heehee, thanks for the sale. Good things are coming your way!
Anna: Hey, Corrin. I just got some nice weapons in. Piping hot, fresh off the forge.
Corrin: Hrm? Like I mentioned the other day, I'm all set for weapons right now.
Anna: The other day? ...I don't know what you're talking about, but if you're set, you don't need any. How about some armor instead?
Corrin: I... No, I'm fine in the armor department too. I'm having the most intense feeling of déjà vu...
Anna: Huh? I definitely didn't ask you... ...Oh, I just remembered! I also have something amazing in stock. Just look at this flower!
Corrin: That flower...
Anna: It might seem like your average, ordinary flower, but it's not! Its name...
Corrin: I know. It means "good fortunes," and good things will happen to me if I have a bunch, right?
Anna: That's it exac—wait, how...?
Corrin: You know how! You told me the other day. I even bought this one from you!
Anna: ... ...Ah, I see. I know exactly what happened. Corrin, you met one of my sisters.
Corrin: One of your sisters?
Anna: This might come as a shock to you, but... My sisters and I... We all look the same, have the same name, and do the same job. There are many, many Annas, just like me, all over the world.
Corrin: What?! Wait...wait just a second. How is that even...
Anna: Don't worry; I'm the Anna you saved from the brigands. The rest is up to you to believe or not.
Corrin: No, I believe you... Now that you mention it, I feel like I've seen you in many different places before...
Anna: I'm sure you have. Now then, back to business! Would you like to buy a flower from me? You haven't bought one from me yet, after all.
Corrin: ...I suppose you're right. Sure, I'll buy one.
Anna: Heehee, thanks for the sale. Good things are coming your way!
Anna: Corrin, thanks for taking time to talk with me today.
Corrin: Of course. What's on your mind?
Anna: ...I need to apologize. I wasn't completely honest the other day.
Anna: I do have many sisters that look like me and share the same name, but... the Annas who sold you the first flower and the second flower...were both me. Corrin: ... You're making my head hurt.
Anna: I'm really sorry, Corrin. When it comes to making money, some of my ideas can get a little...shady.
Corrin: Shady how?
Anna: You see, I thought...if I pretended to be my sisters, I could keep selling you flowers. ...I'm sorry. I'm really truly sorry.
Corrin: Why did you decide to come clean? You could have kept quiet about all this.
Anna: A merchant who has to lie to her friends to make a profit isn't worthy of her job. I'll return your money, and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.
Corrin: You can keep the money. There's nothing that needs forgiveness. I think it was an honest sale.
Corrin: I liked the flowers you offered me, so I paid you fairly for them. I didn't buy the second flower just because I thought you were a different Anna.
Anna: Hmm... I suppose if you look at it that way...
Corrin: Besides, aren't good things supposed to happen if I collect more of them? Thanks to those sales, I got to see a softer side of you. I consider myself lucky.
Anna: Really? You're kind to say that, but... now I'm starting to worry you might be a little...too kind...for your own good. Corrin. I'm going to share some tricks to always avoid making bad deals.
Corrin: Really? You'd do that for me? That's great!
Anna: Annnd that's step one: don't be so quick to trust people! Oh well. Consider this a special one-time offer. I'll teach you all you need to know.
Anna: Corrin, I received a letter that said "good fortunes." Was it from you?
Corrin: Hello, Anna. Take a look over there.
Anna: These...are the same type of flower that I sold you. You've filled an entire planter with them? It's gorgeous!
Corrin: Yep. I bought a few more after the two from you and then learned how to grow them. Look—I was even able to make a bouquet.
Anna: It's so pretty.
Corrin: I'd like for you to have it, since you taught me the meaning behind these flowers.
Anna: Really? You're sure? Oh, thank you, thank you!
Anna: Corrin, what's wrong?
Corrin: Well, I mentioned the meaning behind these flowers...
Anna: That having a lot of them will draw good things to you!
Corrin: Exactly, and look at all the flowers I've got. I'm going to need all of the positive energy they can attract today. Ehem. Anna, will you marry me?
Corrin: Is...is that a no?
Anna: ... Corrin.
Anna: You are brilliant. I love you.
Anna: Rings are so old fashioned. We can make flowers the only proper way to propose. We'll...gently...remind people that it takes a lot of flowers to really make things work! People will start competing with each other over who proposed with a larger bouquet. Once we get our flower garden growing, we'll start a trend that'll rake in the dough! Corrin, I accept your proposal. Let's become the world's best merchants!
Corrin: Thank you...I think? Are we still talking about the same thing?
Anna: We'll need to have lots of children, too. They'll all be merchants, of course. Working together, we'll really make bank!
Anna: With that settled, we'll need to set a date for the wedding next... No, wait! I need to contact all of my sisters first. But what is the least expensive way to contact that many people...
Corrin: This is going to be an interesting ceremony...
Anna: Being with you makes me feel like nice things will keep happening. Is it OK that I still love money a little more than you?
This support is available as long as Corrin can be Kana's father (i.e. not if Corrin marries Niles).
Corrin: Oh, Kana. Are you carrying that box for someone?
Kana: Yep, sure am!
Corrin: It looks heavy. Here, let me help you.
Kana: Ah, no! I'm fine! I can do it! You're really busy anyways, right? And I'm being paid to do this, so I've got to do it myself. I need the money, Papa!
Corrin: Wait, what's this about money?
Kana: Ah—um...well... I've been doing little favors like this for people to earn a little spending money...
Corrin: Why? Is there something that you wanted to buy?
Kana: You know. Just things.
Kana: I've got to go now, Papa! Just forget I said anything, OK?
Corrin: What? You know I can't do that.
Kana: B-but you have to!
Corrin: Kana... You've never tried hiding something from me before. What's going on?
Kana: ...I can't tell you...
Kana: A-anyways, I need to deliver this box, so I'll see you later!
Corrin: Why would she be hiding something from me...?
Kana: La la la la la la ♪ I finally bought it! Yay!
Corrin: Why did you go into town by yourself? Were you shopping for something?
Corrin: ...I'll take that as a yes. What did you buy? Was it the thing you've been saving up for?
Corrin: *sigh* I know that sometimes you might want to keep things to yourself. So I won't force you to tell me what you bought. But I hope you will when you think the time is right. OK?
Corrin: Maybe I'm overreacting, but I feel like we need to be open with each other. I don't want us to drift apart. Do you understand?
Kana: I'm sorry, Papa! I wasn't trying to make you sad! I just wanted to surprise you.
Corrin: Huh? What do you mean?
Kana: Heehee. Well...I wanted to give you this, Papa! Here, take it!
Corrin: A ring?
Kana: Yep! I heard that people in royal families were sometimes called ring-givers! So I thought it would be nice for you to receive a ring for once!
Corrin: Oh, Kana.
Kana: I couldn't buy a very expensive one, but I thought this one would look good on you. I wanted to tell you how grateful I am for everything you've done for me. And I wanted it to be a surprise... I'm sorry.
Corrin: Ah, that explains everything. Thank you, Kana. You worked really hard to buy me this ring, didn't you? I'm sorry for making you feel so bad and ruining your surprise.
Kana: So you're not sad anymore?
Corrin: Just the opposite! You've made me so happy. I love you very much, Kana.
Kana: Heehee. Yay! I love you too, Papa!
Corrin: Hey, Kana. Can you come here for a moment?
Kana: Papa! What's up?
Corrin: Well, the ring you gave me made me so happy, I wanted to thank you for it again.
Kana: Heehee. Is that the reason you've been smiling so much? You're very welcome!
Corrin: I've had a lot of people asking me that lately. Have I really been smiling that much?
Kana: Yep! You should see it! You've got the biggest, goofiest grin, Papa!
Corrin: Hahaha. Maybe I should find a mirror... Ah...anyways, I wanted to see you because I thought I should give you a gift in return.
Kana: Really?! A present? For me?! What is it, Papa? What is it?!
Corrin: Well, since you got me a ring, I figured it would be nice to return the favor.
Kana: Ooooooh! Wow wow! It's so sparkly! But I think it's a little big for me. Look! It slips right off!
Corrin: Oh, don't worry. I got you a bigger ring because someday you'll grow into it. And until you do, we can do this...
Kana: Oh! You turned it into a necklace!
Corrin: Now you can wear it until you're big enough for it to fit on your finger.
Kana: Thanks, Papa!
Corrin: Aghhhh! Don't jump at me like that! You'll scare me.
Kana: Heehee. Sorry! I can't wait to grow up! Necklaces are nice but I want to wear rings like you, Papa!
Corrin: I'm sure it will look beautiful on you, Kana.
Kana: Me too! But...will we still be this close, even when I'm all grown up?
Corrin: Of course. We're family. And family sticks together.
Kana: OK, Papa! I'll take that as a promise.
Corrin: Hmm? Who's that sitting over by the window? Oh! Hey, Shigure!
Corrin: Hm. He didn't hear me. Must be caught up in whatever he's doing. Is that pen and paper? I wonder what he's writing. Maybe if I get closer...
Shigure: AGH! By bellberry's bones, Corrin! You startled me.
Corrin: Ah, I'm sorry. Did I scare you?
Shigure: No, no, it's all right. I just wasn't expecting you. Especially not so...close.
Corrin: Right, sorry about that. I was just trying to see what you were writing. In my defense, I did call your name first...
Shigure: You did? My apologies. I must not have heard. Sometimes when I draw, I get sucked into my own little world.
Corrin: Oh, so you were drawing! Can I see?
Shigure: Oh, certainly. It's nothing special, though. I was just drawing the view from here.
Corrin: Elfire, you're good at this! It looks like it was done by a professional!
Shigure: You really think so?
Corrin: I do. It looks like the beginnings of a masterwork. I never knew you were so talented, Shigure.
Shigure: Well, I spent a lot of time alone, growing up. Plenty of opportunity to draw. It wasn't any uncommon drive that made me draw, so much as my circumstances.
Corrin: You give yourself too little credit. If anything, being self-taught makes your achievement all the more impressive.
Shigure: That's very kind of you. You know...if you'd like, I have other works you could see.
Corrin: Really? Yes, I'd love to!
Shigure: Very well. Just give me some time to organize, and I'll show them to you.
Corrin: Thanks! I'm looking forward to it already.
Shigure: Corrin! I brought some of my pictures for you today.
Corrin: Thank you! I've been waiting for this. My gods...these are all as good as, if not better than, the one I saw the other day! Is this one Azura?
Shigure: It is.
Corrin: And this one... Is this a drawing of the Deeprealm you grew up in?
Shigure: Right again!
Shigure: And this...is a picture of the people who acted as my guardians while I lived there.
Corrin: They all look so kind.
Shigure: They were. I know I'll never see them again...but this picture helps ease the pain. When I look at it, I remember things about each and every one of them.
Corrin: It must be very important to you.
Shigure: Yes. It is one of my most prized possessions.
Corrin: Looking at all these...it seems you prefer to draw real places and people, from sight.
Shigure: Yes, typically, however I do draw different things from time to time.
Corrin: Like what?
Shigure: In particular, I find myself drawing many pictures of a place I've never seen. I close my eyes, then draw, and repeat. Eventually, I have a finished work.
Corrin: Oh? That's interesting. And it just comes to you? You must have a good imagination.
Shigure: It's not quite like that. I don't think I'm imagining it, per se. It's more like I can remember those images. Just like anywhere else I've been.
Corrin: Now I'm really curious. Could you show me those pictures sometime?
Shigure: Certainly. I'll bring some by soon.
Shigure: Corrin, I brought some of the pictures you wanted to see.
Corrin: Ah, you mean the ones of the place you see in your dreams? Hm...this is...
Shigure: Very curious, right?
Corrin: Yes. It's so...abstract. It looks as though everything's...floating. What strange shapes.
Shigure: Yes. It's nothing like Hoshido or Nohr, or even the world where our castle is. Yet I can clearly picture this scenery in my head, even now.
Corrin: Perhaps it is a vision of some kind. Or memories passed on to you from Azura.
Shigure: My mother?
Corrin: Yes. Such things are not unheard of.
Shigure: Normally I'd laugh at that sort of thing... but I suppose it's possible.
Corrin: Well, whatever the source, I feel these must be very special. May I continue to see these drawings as you make more?
Shigure: Of course. When I've finished the next one, you'll be the first one I'll show it to!
Shigure (as parent and child)
Corrin: Back to painting again, Shigure?
Shigure: Hello, Father. I didn't hear you come in. I'm sorry... I know this is no time for artwork. We are at war, after all.
Corrin: That's not why I asked, Son. I wasn't trying to criticize you. Honestly, I feel bad for you. In a different time or place, you might have become a world-famous artist.
Shigure: That's kind of you to say, but I'm not so sure about that.
Corrin: Your paintings truly deserve to be seen. I wonder if there's a way to show off all this work to other people...
Shigure: What do you mean?
Corrin: Hmm... Wait, that's it! I know what to do. We should throw a solo exhibition and display all of your work!
Shigure: A-an exhibition? I could never do that. Besides, our troops are on the advance. The setup alone would be much more work than it's worth.
Corrin: It doesn't have to be such a grand affair. We just have to rent a tent and announce it to the troops and villagers nearby.
Shigure: B-but it seems so vain to reserve a whole tent just for my personal use.
Corrin: In trying times, it's important to find a way to quiet one's mind. This show could be a very welcome break from hardship for everyone.
Shigure: I'm not sure...
Corrin: I don't want to force you to do anything. What do you say?
Shigure: OK, fine... We can give this exhibition a shot. The idea makes me a bit anxious though.
Corrin: This will be the event of the season! We should get started right away. I'll head into town to recruit volunteers. Good-bye, Son!
Shigure: Thank you, Father.
Shigure: Hello, Father...
Corrin: Hey, Shigure. Say, is something on your mind?
Shigure: Well... You've done so much to make this exhibition possible. I just wanted to say thanks.
Corrin: No need to thank me. The villagers deserve all the credit. They're all on board because they can't wait to see your artwork.
Shigure: O-oh, I see...
Corrin: Son, are you feeling nervous?
Shigure: Of course. But mostly I'm upset because my last painting isn't coming together...
Corrin: You mean the new piece that you're making just for the event? While I would love to see a new work from you, time is running short. If it's going to be too much trouble, you may want to think about completing it later. Does it really need to be in the show?
Shigure: I promised myself that I would finish it. Everyone has worked so hard to pitch in. I want them to know how much I appreciate all of their hard work. That means the exhibition must be great.
Corrin: I understand, but don't overwork yourself. All this effort will be pointless if you make yourself ill.
Shigure: I'll be careful. Thank you, Father. I should return to my easel.
Corrin: Yes, of course...
Corrin: I wonder what the subject is for this mystery painting. I can't help but be curious...
Corrin: Shigure's big day is finally here. I wonder how the exhibition is going. I should take a look inside the tent. Hmm... Wow! Look at all these people. This crowd is spectacular! From what I've overheard, his work seems to be going over quite well. Thank the gods. This event appears to be a smashing success. Wait a minute... Where is the man of the hour?
Corrin: Shigure, why are you winded? Are you just now arriving? The exhibition has already begun. How could you be late to your own show? You're supposed to be the host!
Shigure: Sorry about that, Father. I had to stay up all night to finish up my painting.
Corrin: You stayed awake all night just to finish up some art?!
Shigure: Y-yes, I did...
Corrin: I told you not to overwork yourself, right? Even if you hadn't completed this final piece, there are plenty of works on display. Look around. See all these smiling faces? These people are happy because they love your work. You almost ruined the show because of your carelessness.
Shigure: You don't understand. I promised myself that I would complete it, no matter what. I made this because I'm thankful for everything you've done for me, Father.
Corrin: What?! Th-this is your mother...and me...
Shigure: That's right. I painted a portrait of you two.
Corrin: So this is what you've been working on so tirelessly?
Shigure: Indeed, Father. My love for you and Mother cannot be measured. You brought me into this world. Without you, I never would have been able to paint. So I wanted to put all those feelings into this portrait.
Corrin: Shigure... Th-thank you... Thank you so much...*sniff*
Shigure: F-Father, it hurts when you hug me so tightly... Hahaha.
Corrin: I'm lucky to have such a wonderful son like you, Shigure.
Shigure: I'm very lucky too!
Corrin: Son, there's no time to talk. We have to put this handsome painting where everyone can see it!
Shigure: Sure, OK... It's a little embarrassing, though...
Corrin: Why, because it's personal? This is clearly the finest piece in your exhibition. It would be a shame if everyone couldn't enjoy it.
Shigure: You're right, Father.
Corrin: Hmm. I have the strangest sensation that someone's following me…
Dwyer: Hi there.
Corrin: Dwyer? Are you stalking me?
Dwyer: Not you. Your sleeve.
Dwyer: If you wouldn't mind...? Your sleeve... has a little hole...right... ...there. May I?
Corrin: Fix it? Uh, sure.
Dwyer: Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. There. That should do it.
Corrin: Thanks. I didn't even know my shirt had a hole—or that you could sew.
Dwyer: It was nothing. Less than nothing. Infinitely less than nothing. I'm sure my father makes a huge deal out of mending torn sleeves. But I? In like the wind. Out like a whisper.
Corrin: So I see.
Dwyer: I heard my father sing your praises. May I...?
Corrin: Er, may you what?
Dwyer: Sing your praises. Nothing would make me happier.
Corrin: I suppose. But I haven't really done much worth praising so highly.
Dwyer: Then I will sing that to the heavens! He has done so little! ♪
Corrin: Please, that's not necessary. But thank you.
Dwyer: Now, to make you tea. Now, I'm sure my father has made you tea in his buttling duties. But his tea is the water from the pot of your chamber compared to mine. Prepare to be carried away on a magic carpet ride of tea excellence. Just take a seat over there, if you will, and I'll get the water boiling.
Corrin: Uh, thanks?
Dwyer: Hi there, Lord Corrin. I'm ready to lavish more superior buttling on you.
Corrin: There's really no need, Dwyer. I've already got—
Dwyer: Observe! A covered cart of pastries! And here the cover comes off... Behold! A mélange of muffins! A panorama of cheesecakes! A scone or two. All baked for your pleasure. By me. Your humble servant.
Corrin: Oh, Dwyer. Thank you. But I can really eat only one—
Dwyer: Eat one? Of course. That's not insulting at all. Why, I should have better gauged the capacity of your stomach. You can eat the rest later. I had prepared a flight of teas to match your full course of pastries. But you leave me no choice. I'll make you ONE cup of perfect tea. Watch the master at work...
Corrin: Oh, Dwyer! That actually smells amazing. What's in that tea?
Dwyer: The finest leaves. The freshest water. Boiled, brewed—and then tickled.
Corrin: You...tickled the tea?
Dwyer: Anything for you.
Corrin: But you know you're not my butler, right? We're friends.
Corrin: Uh, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Are you firing me?
Corrin: What? No! I just feel bad that you're going to all this trouble. I could never do all this for you.
Dwyer: Don't worry yourself with how to ever repay me. It's my pleasure.
Corrin: All right, Dwyer. Keep the muffins coming. If you insist.
Dwyer: I do. And I will. But I feel like I must outdo myself tomorrow. Ah! I know. I will make you the perfect cup of tea.
Corrin: I think this is perfect enough.
Dwyer: That?! That is FILTH. The perfect cup requires mint from a nearly unclimbable cliff near here. How will I get it though? It's hardly ever at the market in town. Hmph!
Corrin: Well, don't put yourself out too much. Like I said, this tea is good.
Dwyer: Good, eh? I will bear that insult in the best of spirits. Think nothing of it. I will get that mint for you somehow. I swear it on my life.
Corrin: Th-thanks, Dwyer.
Corrin: Hi, Dwyer. Can I bother you for a moment?
Dwyer: Do you have to ask, Lord Corrin? No, you don't.
Corrin: I have something for you.
Dwyer: For me?
Corrin: I wanted to do a little something for you. Since you go above and beyond for me.
Dwyer: Unnecessary. You shouldn't have. I will pen you a thank-you note. With paper I will make from fresh pulp. With a feather plucked from a goose. And ink squeezed from a squid. I'll just go do that now.
Corrin: No, wait. I haven't even given you my gift yet, Dwyer. Here, open it.
Dwyer: But these... Are these...? They can't be... These are the mint leaves for the perfect cup of tea.
Corrin: You did want these, didn't you?
Dwyer: Please tell me you found these at the town market. Please!
Corrin: No. I had to find them in the wild.
Dwyer: Not atop the nearly unclimbable cliffs! No, you didn't!
Corrin: I did. I have to admit, it was a little scary getting up there.
Corrin: So, you like it, right?
Dwyer: Are you kidding? NO! Who in their right mind would like this?!
Corrin: Excuse me?
Dwyer: You put yourself in terrible danger to get this mint. It makes me sick. Get this mint AWAY from me!
Corrin: I...I don't know what to say.
Dwyer: Just to be clear—I've pledged myself to your happiness. Muffins galore! Cheesecake beyond compare! Scones, if you must. I'll shine your shoes so bright, you'll blind yourself looking at them. And, of course, I'll make you tea. But I can't do any of that if you're lying in a broken heap at the bottom of a cliff.
Corrin: I'm sorry.
Dwyer: Sorry doesn't cut the mustard. Promise me, Lord Corrin. Tell me you'll never do anything so utterly idiotic ever again.
Corrin: Oh. I promise?
Dwyer: Well, now that we've settled that, care for a cup of mint tea?
Corrin: What? But you just—
Dwyer: What's done is done. Still, it'd be a tragedy to let this mint go to waste. I'll get the water on the boil right away, Lord Corrin...
Sophie: Whoa! Whoa there! STOOOP! Come on, Avel—play along!
Corrin: Having trouble with your horse there, Sophie?
Sophie: I told you, that place is off limits! Be a good boy and LISTEN!
Corrin: Uh-oh...he's coming this way...! Wh— AAAAGH! OW!
Sophie: H-hey! Avel! Corrin's not for eating! Let him go or you'll spoil your meal!
Corrin: Somebody...help...! Sophie, do something!
Sophie: Um, sorry, Corrin! Avel's not in a very cooperative mood today. We might just have to wait until he gets bored of chewing on you.
Corrin: You mean...you're just going to stand there and let him bite me?!
Sophie: That's about the size of it... ... ... There we go! He's running off to do something else! Good thing for you, huh, Corrin?
Corrin: *shudder* I'm going to have nightmares about those teeth...
Sophie: It's my fault... Argh! I'll never be a real knight if I can't control my horse!
Corrin: Don't be so down. You might not have it down yet, but someday—
Sophie: No! If I haven't gotten it by now, I'm never going to! *sob*
Corrin: Sophie! *sigh* Poor girl. Wait... If she left...who's keeping Avel in check?! Oh, gods! Here he comes again!
Corrin: Avel isn't with you today, Sophie? Good...I'm still recovering from our last run-in.
Sophie: I'm still really sorry about that... *sigh*
Corrin: What's wrong, Sophie? You're usually more brimming with energy.
Sophie: Yeah...usually I stop thinking about stuff after I've had a good night's sleep... But my Avel problems are always still there in the morning.
Corrin: Avel's quite headstrong, isn't he?
Sophie: He has his good days when he'll listen and behave. But other days... Well, just yesterday he bit a villager and then ate all the food in a market stall.
Corrin: Oh, yes, I'd heard someone was putting together a food drive for those poor folk. I didn't realize that was Avel's doing...
Sophie: Times like this, shutting myself away in my tent and counting sand isn't cutting it.
Corrin: You count sand...? Does it help?
Sophie: Eh, sometimes it helps me through things. Like yesterday, I counted up to 23,510.
Corrin: There's got to be a better use of your time than that.
Sophie: Avel's not bad—he's just special. I got him from my daddy, and I love him so much. But if he won't listen when I beg him to stop kicking over old ladies... what if he ignores me in the middle of a fight when it counts?
Corrin: Kicking over old ladies? That was Avel too...?!
Sophie: He always listens to Daddy! Why not me?
Corrin: I bet if Avel could see you now, he'd regret being so willful. It sounds like your relationship with him is a bit...fraught. You might be better off treating him as a friend, rather than a problem to be solved. You'll get better results with a smile than a frown. That goes for people and horses.
Sophie: Corrin... You're right! If Avel sees me afraid of him, it might make him act even crazier! Thanks, Corrin! You've given me a new angle on this!
Corrin: Now you're sounding more like the Sophie we all know.
Sophie: I'm gonna go try this on Avel! See you around, Corrin!
Corrin: Sophie? Oh...you're with Avel today... N-no...Avel, stay back...! I taste terrible! Aaaaah!
Sophie: Avel, whoa!
Corrin: He...stopped? But Avel never stops...
Sophie: Corrin is a friend. FRIEND! We don't eat friends, Avel.
Corrin: He's actually listening to you!
Sophie: Heehee, yep! Avel's a good boy today. That advice you gave me has helped us both a whole lot. I've tried to smile around him whenever I can, even when I'm nervous.
Corrin: I'm glad it's having an effect.
Sophie: Daddy gave me another tip, too. He said if I come across as hesitant, Avel will just ignore me. But if I stand firm and give clear, loud commands, he'll do what I say.
Corrin: Avel sounds like a very proud horse.
Sophie: He totally is! Though I gotta admit... Sometimes, even when I do all that stuff, he still doesn't listen.
Corrin: Don't worry about it. You'll have him eating out of your hand in no time.
Sophie: Haha, I hope so. I'll try, at any rate!
Corrin: Wait... Speaking of Avel, where did he go?
Sophie: Huh? That's a good question... Aaaaaaaaah! Avel, NO! Get out of that pottery shop this instant! Don't you break those vases at me, young horse!
Corrin: This seems like a good chance to slip away quietly...
Corrin: Sophie, I wanted to—
Sophie: Give me juuuust a second, Corrin. I'm dealing with Avel problems right now. Bad horse! Whose clothes are these?! Give them back right now, or whoever's going around in the buff will catch a cold!
Corrin: He's still giving you trouble, is he?
Sophie: Yeah...it never ends. So, you were saying?
Corrin: Right. I have a very special gift for— Avel! Please don't swallow, I— Argh! He ate it!
Sophie: Avel!! I can't believe you!
Corrin: We have to get that box back! Do you know a way to, um...
Sophie: S-sorry, but I've never found a way to get him to cough things up. If it's really important, you might have to wait until...well...
Corrin: Ugh. This is a disaster.
Sophie: I tell you what—I'll make it up to you. He's my horse, after all. What was in that little box? Some sweets? A charm? Haha, was it a wedding ring?
Sophie: Oh my gods...it was! You were totally going to propose to me, weren't you!
Corrin: That was my intent...though I'm ashamed to say I no longer have a ring to do it with.
Sophie: That's OK! You don't need a ring to show me you care. I knew that already.
Corrin: You did?
Sophie: Yeah. You always give me good advice and cheer me up when I'm feeling down. You're a great guy, Corrin. If you still had that ring, I'd definitely accept it. Although that's the problem, huh?
Corrin: What do you mean?
Sophie: Avel messed up your big moment. I know you and he haven't gotten along so well... But the two of us are a package deal. I can't leave my horse behind. No matter how much he acts up, he's my partner for life.
Corrin: Oh, I understand fully. There's a place for Avel in my heart, too.
Sophie: Th-there is? Even when he's about to chomp down on your hand...?
Corrin: GAH... This... This is nothing, haha... I can withstand any pain so long as I'm with you...no matter how...excruciating... I'll be fine! Gaaaaah...
Sophie: Corrin...that means a lot to me. In that case, I'd be happy to be your bride! And hey, look—I think Avel's passing the ring right now. Good boy, Avel!
Corrin: Leave it. I'll get you a new one...
Sophie: I love you! I'm sure you, me, and our children will make a perfect family. Oh, and Avel too, of course.
Midori: What's wrong, Corrin? Are you sick?
Corrin: I think so... Lately I've been feeling very tired. I've been pushing myself so hard. Maybe the stress has finally caught up to me.
Midori: That's horrible! You need to take some medicine right away!
Corrin: Thank you, Midori, but I think I'll be all right if I just rest a little.
Midori: No! If you're sick, you have to treat it right away! The sooner, the better! Like I always say, you gotta nip it in the bud!
Corrin: If you say so...
Midori: Here, I've got some herbs to treat fatigue on me. I'll just whip something up for you!
Corrin: Oh? Thanks! That's very kind of you.
Midori: Now, lessee... I just need to mix this with this...and a pinch of that... Now, I just gotta grind this up into a powder and...presto! It's ready!
Corrin: Thank you. Should I take this with water?
Midori: Yep! Here you go!
Corrin: Cheers! *glug* *glug*
Midori: How do you feel?
Corrin: Huh? Doesn't most medicine take a while to kick in?
Midori: Yeah, but not this stuff! You should feel something right away!
Corrin: Really? Huh. I don't feel any different, though.
Midori: What? That's strange. Maybe I messed up the recipe... But never fear! Midori's still got a few more tricks up her sleeve! I'll mix up something else up and bring it over to you later. Sound good?
Corrin: Oh, no, that's OK. You needn't go to all that trouble just for me. I'll be fine, really.
Midori: It's no trouble at all! Just leave everything to me! Toodles!
Corrin: *gulp* *gulp* Minty!
Midori: So, how do you feel? Better?
Corrin: No. I still don't really feel like it's doing anything.
Midori: Booo! Corrin, are you sure you're just tired? You're not, like, mortally ill or anything, are you?
Corrin: Hey! Don't say stuff like that. You'll jinx me! I'm fine, really. I even had a doctor take a look at me. She said there's nothing seriously wrong with me. I just need to rest.
Midori: But if all that's wrong is that you're tired, then my medicine should have worked. I guess I'm just not trying hard enough.
Corrin: Aw. Don't worry about it, Midori. I'll be just fine.
Midori: We can't just wait for that to happen, though! You're our leader! We can't have you at anything less than 100%! You have to get better right away. Wait here! I'm going to mix up my most potent energy tonic yet!
Corrin: Thanks, Midori. I think for now I need to take a nap though. I'll see you later... *yawn*
Midori: OK! You just lay back, relax, and leave everything to me!
Corrin: Ahhh. That was the best nap I've had in a long time.
Midori: Corrin! I brought you some medicine!
Corrin: Oh, Midori!
Midori: We're gonna get you better once and for all! Here, see! I made a ton of different medicines for you. You can take all of them together, so start at the left and down them one by one.
Corrin: Wow...this is a lot. Thank you so much for all your hard work, Midori. But I think I just needed to catch up on some sleep. After that nice, long nap, I feel much better.
Midori: What?! Really?! But...but...
Corrin: I'm so sorry. It must have taken you so long to make all these.
Midori: Yeah. This stinks... Wait! What am I saying?! My job is to heal people and make them feel better! Only a terrible apothecary would get depressed over their patient recovering! I should be happy that you're feeling better!
Corrin: Aw, Midori. It's OK. I'm so grateful for what you did.
Midori: Huh? But nothing I did worked.
Corrin: Sure, but you checked up on me a lot, made all this stuff, and tried your hardest. It was extremely kind of you, and in a way, it really did help me feel better. I'm sure seeing your smiling face played a big part in my recovery!
Midori: Aw, really? Shucks! Thank you, Corrin. You're way too nice.
Corrin: Please, never stop doing what you're doing. We're all very lucky to have an apothecary as devoted as you looking out for us. So keep caring for us the best you can. That's an order, Midori!
Midori: Yes, sir!
Midori: Hiya, Corrin! What's on your mind?
Corrin: Oh, hello. I was just thinking about you, actually.
Midori: Oh? What about, exactly?
Corrin: Just thinking about how kind it was of you to have looked after me when I felt bad.
Midori: Aw, it was nothing! You can always count on the Midori-meister!
Corrin: And you show that kind of care to all our comrades as well?
Midori: Sure do!
Corrin: That's incredible! I don't know how you find the time.
Midori: Well, it's not like I've got a whole bunch of other things I like to do. And besides, taking care of people has got to be my top priority at all times! We're at war, aren't we? There are always more wounded to tend to.
Corrin: Yes, but...if you're always working to keep others healthy, who's looking out for you?
Corrin: I mean that you need someone in your life who can make sure you don't overdo it. You're the type of person prone to giving too much of yourself to your work. You need a Midori of your own.
Midori: Huh. Yeah, I guess you've got a point. OK, Corrin! Will you be my Midori?
Midori: Yeah! 'Cause you're my best friend! If not you, then who else? And besides...I love you.
Corrin: Heh. Really? That makes me very happy to hear...because I love you too, Midori. I guess I've got no choice, then. All right. It's a deal. I'll be your Midori.
Midori: Yahoo! So...partners?
Corrin: Yes. Partners.
Midori: True love is so sweet! Like the sweetest thing ever! Except maybe a box of chocolate!
Shiro: Hey, Corrin, what's your opinion on kings and queens?
Corrin: Kings and queens...? Umm...what are we talking about here? Are you asking what I think of King Garon, and King Sumeragi and Queen Mikoto?
Shiro: Them too. But also about, I dunno... future kings.
Corrin: Future kings, eh? Well, no one knows how the war will end. But it's reasonable to think that Ryoma will be crowned King of Hoshido.
Shiro: Probably, yeah.
Corrin: Which would make you next in the line for the throne after him.
Shiro: Because I'm his son, right?
Corrin: Well, yes. That's how succession works.
Shiro: ... Seems kinda old fashioned to me.
Shiro: Why should I be king just because I'm the old king's son?
Corrin: Do you not want the crown?
Shiro: It's not about what I want. I went most of my life not knowing I was a prince. And now that I do, I'm not sure I have what it takes. A king needs certain qualities. He's gotta be a good leader. And I'm not that.
Corrin: Is that really what you think of yourself? I'd say you're quite capable of leadership.
Shiro: Sure, during training, or when I'm putting together a fishing trip. But that's just a few people. Anyone can say "Let's go fishing!" or "Time to train!" Getting an entire country to follow me, like a king should do, is way out of my league...
Corrin: Hahaha...you might be right about that.
Shiro: Heh, I'm glad it's not just me. I like the IDEA of being a king my father could be proud of. A big leader type. I'd love to do it if I thought I could. But if there's anyone more qualified than me, I think they should rule instead.
Shiro: Oh, whoops. I think someone's coming over to talk to us. It's not really a problem if they heard us, but I'd rather keep it quiet for now. We'll talk more about this later, Corrin.
Corrin: Oh, sure...
Corrin: I was thinking about what you said, about a king's duties... I'll grant that you're still inexperienced and not the natural-born leader that Ryoma is. But those aren't major problems for a king, I don't think. That's what a king has retainers, envoys, and advisors to help him with.
Shiro: That'd be true if every subject was as nice as the folks in this army. But not everyone's like that, are they? Wouldn't it be simpler to decide who rules by strength instead of bloodline?
Corrin: It depends on your definition of "strength."
Shiro: Oh, well, you know. You can just tell how strong someone is by fighting them. It's simple, fair... Every man, woman, and child would get it. The strongest person should be king. I think that would be a way better system. If I knew I was king because I was stronger than everyone, I'd be a lot more confident.
Corrin: What are you saying?! Are you advocating for the strong subjugating the weak? Isn't that exactly what King Garon does? If that's the kind of dog-eat-dog world you want, maybe you WOULD be a poor king!
Shiro: Whoa there, Corrin... I think maybe I'm not explaining this right.
Shiro: I'll put it another way. You got two commanding officers, right? One is this decorated hero, scars on her face and all. She nods confidently at you. The other keeps checking her clipboard and looking back at her sergeants for help. Whose unit do you join?
Shiro: It's not even a choice, right? You pick the one who's gonna get the job done.
Corrin: I-I see your point.
Shiro: So my question is... how would you feel about being the next king of Hoshido, instead of me?
Corrin: Whaaat?! Where did you get that idea?!
Shiro: No, really, I think you've got what it takes. In terms of raw strength, definitely... But you're also generous and considerate, and you work well with people. You're much better suited to be king someday. Hoshido would be a better place under you than me.
Corrin: Shiro... I understand your perspective on this and why you'd think that. And I agree there's some merit to your line of thinking. If you're serious, though, we need to put the idea that I'm truly stronger to the test.
Corrin: I propose a duel. Single combat. You may use the lance you specialize in. That will prove whether I'm really as strong and capable as you think.
Shiro: Interesting... I accept!
Corrin: Good. I'll name a time and a place later. Until then...
Shiro: What's wrong? Had enough?!
Shiro: Now you'll see how strong I am!
Corrin: Enough! I'm impressed already! Your technique is perfectly balanced... You don't leave a single opening!
Shiro: If you won't face me, I'll end this now. Even a blunt training lance can leave a bruise or two! Haaaaaaaaaaaah!
Shiro: What the...? Where did he go?!
Corrin: Right here.
Shiro: Aaah! You got past my defense! How...?! (weapon clang)
Shiro: Urgh... ... Dammit...
Corrin: Now that my blade is at your throat, can we declare me the victor?
Shiro: Arrrrrrrrghhhhhhh! I almost HAD you!
Corrin: Hahaha. You have a powerful swing, but it tends to go wide. I noticed your strikes were creating a blind spot for you, so I aimed for that. It took a few hasty blocks against your blows before I could gauge the distance... But once I had it figured out, I waited for my chance to enter into your guard.
Shiro: So the whole time I thought I was wearing you down was just part of your plan... Ugh! This was a disaster! I have to admit... you're much, much stronger than me.
Corrin: Then my first command is: Be a good king over Hoshido.
Corrin: Yes, you're still inexperienced. You're far from qualified yet to be king. But it's a big step that despite your status you realized your deficiencies. You're not satisfied with divine right. You're actively trying to make yourself worthy. I'd say that makes you perfectly suited to be king someday.
Corrin: Remember, Ryoma isn't king yet. And he'll reign for a long time before it's your turn. You have time to grow into the role. When the day comes, you'll be a great king. So give yourself more credit.
Shiro: Hmm... When you put it like that, how can I refuse? After all, my original plan was to follow the orders of whoever's stronger. So if you're saying I can be king...then that's what I'll be!
Corrin: Someday you'll see that there's no one better suited to lead Hoshido than you. And when that time comes, I hope I'll be there to support you.
Shiro: Yeah...that'd be great, Corrin...!
Corrin: Do dee do da da dee-la ♪ Tum te dum de bum boo-ba.
Corrin: Wh-what in the blazes?! BACK, FIEND!
Kiragi: Don't attack! It's just me! Kiragi! Did I scare ya?
Corrin: Yes! Yes you did! Where on earth did you come from?! There's not even anywhere to hide in here!
Kiragi: Heehee. There are plenty of places to hide if you know where to look. For example, there's a foot of space between the ceiling and the bookshelves. If you can climb up fast enough without toppling them, it's a great spot! And if you're in a corner, you can brace yourself against the walls near the ceiling!
Corrin: You what?! That sounds like the sort of thing only ninja can do...
Kiragi: Totally, right? I'm probably a world champ hide-and-seeker!
Corrin: Hide-and-seek, huh? That takes me back. I used to play it a lot when I was younger.
Corrin: Yeah. I wasn't allowed outside much, but the Northern Fortress was pretty big. There were plenty of places to hide.
Kiragi: Oh! Oh! How about you play hide-and-seek with me sometime? We could play in the forest! I'll even be "it" first!
Corrin: You want to play outside? I mean, I don't mind, but there are so many places to hide in the forest. Wouldn't you be at a disadvantage?
Kiragi: Heh heh heh. I might be good at hiding, but I'm even better at seeking. I've been hunting since I fell out of my swaddling clothes. I'll sniff you out from a league away!
Corrin: All right. You're on!
Kiragi: Oh, boy. This is gonna be fun!
Kiragi: Haha! There you are!
Corrin: *sigh* You're so quick. I thought covering myself in that much mud would hide me for sure.
Kiragi: Heehee. All the mud in the world can't hide you from Bloodhound Kiragi!
Corrin: Ugh. I'm actually starting to think you might be right... I was pretty confident going into this, but I haven't won even once...
Kiragi: Hey, don't feel bad! You chose some really good hiding spots! It's just that covering yourself up with all that stuff isn't enough.
Corrin: Why not? What do I have to do to make sure you can't see me?
Kiragi: I can't. I smell you!
Corrin: S-smell me?! But I just bathed this morning! I swear!
Kiragi: I know. I can smell the soap on you.
Corrin: What? Even under all that mud? How?!
Kiragi: My nose is wayyyyy more sensitive than most people's. Although even if that weren't the case, you still make too much noise, Corrin.
Corrin: Ugh...yeah, yeah, I know. Whenever I hear you getting close, I get nervous and start shaking. I can't help it!
Kiragi: I know, but staying still is the key to hiding. You just gotta try harder! My ears are almost as gifted as my nose, so if you can't do better, you'll never win!
Corrin: Haha. Maybe I should just accept defeat while I still have some dignity left. You have keener senses than half the animals in this forest! There's no way I can hide from you.
Kiragi: Nuh-uh! Here, to tell you the truth, your biggest giveaway is something else. If you can fix that, you might actually be able to beat me!
Corrin: Huh? What could you possibly be using besides your eyes, ears, and nose?
Kiragi: It's your aura. I can sense it!
Corrin: Aura? I've heard of those before. Are they truly real?
Kiragi: They are. Or...I think they are. People, animals...all living things have them. And I don't know why, but your aura is larger than most people's, Corrin. That's what makes it so easy to find you.
Corrin: So, if I could find a way to quiet my aura, you wouldn't be able to find me?
Corrin: Then I guess I'll just have to find a way to do that! Next time you won't beat me so easily!
Kiragi: Ooh! This might actually be a challenge! Heh heh.
Kiragi: *pant* *pant* I never thought it would be this hard to find you!
Kiragi: Come on! You've got to be here somewhere!
Corrin: (It's been over an hour, and I don't think he's getting any closer.) Hey! Kiragi! Think we can call this one a win for me?
Kiragi: (Is that Corrin?) Y-yeah, OK, fine. I think it's about time I admit defeat... *sigh*
Corrin: Haha! I did it! I finally won a game of hide- and-seek with you!
Kiragi: I couldn't sense your aura at all today. How did you do it?
Corrin: Well, I tried a lot of things. Facial scrubs, special ointments, essential oils... But what did the trick was learning to suppress my dragon power.
Kiragi: Your dragon power?
Corrin: Yeah. There's a strange source of inner energy I always feel. Even in human form. I never really noticed it until after the first time I transformed. I still don't know what an aura is, but it sounded similar, so I gave it a shot.
Kiragi: Gave it a shot? How?
Corrin: Honestly? It's nothing too mystical. I just relax all my muscles and take deep breaths. Then I try to clear my mind of all thoughts, worries, anxieties, and fears.
Kiragi: Hmm... Do you think you could try it again for me?
Corrin: Huh? Um, sure. It might be a bit hard for me to do it with you watching, though... OK. Here goes. ...
Kiragi: Oh! Oh! Charred chard! That's amazing!
Corrin: D-did you sense something?
Kiragi: You did it! Your aura just disappeared! It was like you weren't even there!
Corrin: Haha. I'm glad to be the one to surprise you for a change! You know...this aura-hiding thing might be useful on the battlefield as well.
Kiragi: Yeah! Especially if you need to be stealthy or to get away!
Corrin: Exactly. Let's try practicing this a bit more, then. You up for another round, Kiragi?
Kiragi: Sure am!
Asugi: *sigh* Why do they always assume that?
Corrin: Asugi, what's wrong? You're muttering to yourself.
Asugi: Huh? Oh, Boss. It's nothing. OH! Wait! Hey, buuuddy!
Asugi: Ya wanna go into town with yours truly? We'll have a grand old time, I promise!
Corrin: Why the sudden invite? Did you need to go shopping for something?
Asugi: No, no. I just heard that a new bakery opened up just outside town. They're said to have the most amazing cheesecakes in the land. And I've been looking for someone to go with me.
Corrin: Sounds fun, but... Asugi, why waste cheesecake on me? Sounds like a prime dating opportunity!
Asugi: Oh, cribbles. Here we go again. Why, oh why, did I expect anything different?
Corrin: Hm? Is something wrong?
Asugi: Whenever I invite someone to get sweets with me, they get the wrong idea. And when I tell them I don't want a date, they just think I'm being defensive. The worst part is when they get all twinkly eyed and I have to turn them down.
Corrin: So that's why you were grumbling to yourself.
Asugi: Yeah. I don't want any dates. I just want to enjoy some cheesecake and chat. Is that such a terrible thing?
Corrin: I suppose not.
Asugi: So I figured I should ask you. I thought of all people, you'd understand. Guess not.
Corrin: Haha. Sorry, thought I was helping. I'd love to go eat some cheesecake!
Asugi: Thanks! You're a real pal, Boss. I'll just grab my things, and we can go!
Corrin: Haha. Asugi sure loves his sweets...
Asugi: Ah! That really hit the spot. I haven't tasted something so good in ages. That cheesecake was a work of art! Right, Boss? And the presentation! Beautiful! I've never seen plating that impeccable before.
Corrin: That pie was pretty tasty too.
Asugi: Yes! The crust was flaky and flavorful, but not obtrusively so. And the raspberries... Not too tart, and not too sweet. A balance rarely achieved by even master bakers! It feels as though the gods crafted a divine culinary harmony for my tongue alone.
Corrin: Haha. That's an...interesting way of describing food, Asugi. I don't think I ever fully realized just how passionate you are about this stuff.
Asugi: I-I wouldn't say "passionate." I just like tasty things, is all!
Corrin: Haha! You're blushing! It's all right. I won't judge. I'm surprised you didn't become a chef, though.
Asugi: Eh, we can't all do what we're passionate about for a living. Some things are more important. Anyways, you need to learn to appreciate sweets more, friendo.
Corrin: I do? I thought I was appreciating them just fine!
Asugi: You kidding me, Boss? You spent more time picking out trinkets to bring back home than you did eating! You were rubbernecking like a regular country bumpkin, too. I'm surprised at you. What's with all this touristy stuff? Ain't that a bit below someone of your station?
Corrin: What about you? You were buying out every sweets shop and bakery we came across! Kind of looked like a country bumpkin yourself, if you ask me.
Asugi: Hey! It's not my fault. They didn't have places like that back in my Deeprealm.
Corrin: Haha. Trust me, I know the feeling. I grew up confined to a castle, remember?
Asugi: Fair enough. It's too bad they don't let you box up any of their cheesecake, though. It would have been nice to bring it back and share with everyone.
Corrin: Why don't we take them all there instead?
Asugi: That tiny place? We'd never fit! Oh, I know! I'll just make it myself.
Corrin: Make it yourself? How?!
Asugi: Oh, I've got my ways. Now that I've tasted it, I think I can whip something up. I'm going to need your help, though. I want to make sure that it's an exact replica.
Corrin: Sure! I'll do whatever I can!
Asugi: OK. I think we're done.
Corrin: You did it, Asugi! I don't know how you managed to pull it off, but you did. Every single treat, tart, cake, and cobbler from that bakery, re-created from scratch. Even the cheesecake!
Asugi: Oh, hop off. It's not that amazing.
Corrin: You got the tastes down perfectly... In fact, these might be a little better. Even I know this can't have possibly been easy. How did you do it?
Asugi: I have some connections that managed to get me a list of the bakery's ingredients. From there, it was just a matter of taste and patience to figure out the rest. But, of course, it'd be boring to just make copies, so I added a few of my own twists. Notice the lemon zest on that raspberry tart? That was ol' Asugi's doing.
Corrin: Mm. This really is a remarkable achievement, Asugi.
Asugi: Yep. But I hate to say I can't do this again. I don't want to steal their business. Ain't gonna let anyone call me a thief.
Corrin: That's very admirable of you. Now, let's grab everyone and have ourselves a party!
Asugi: Sounds good to me, Boss!
Corrin: Seems a shame, though... I don't know when I'll taste cheesecake this good again.
Asugi: Aw, don't make that face. I can make you tons of different sweets. You'll forget about this stuff in no time.
Asugi: Sure! You're my sweets buddy now. You ever crave some, just ask. Course, you'll have to help out some. No such thing as free dessert.
Corrin: Haha. Thanks. I'm honored to be your sweets buddy. Maybe we can open a bakery together after the war?
Asugi: Hey now, don't get too crazy there. You're a prince, remember? And I'm a ninja. We've got duties to see to. Besides, can you imagine the figure we'd cut in a bakery?
Corrin: I can. I think it'd be great! A prince-ninja bakery! But...you're right. Duty first. Maybe we could do a bake sale every now and then though.
Asugi: Hey...that ain't a bad idea. I think I'm gonna hold you to that one, Boss.
Corrin: Good. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Corrin: Selkie?! Why are you growling at me like that?
Corrin: OK, I can see that you're upset. But can we talk this through?
Selkie: Ugh, FINE. I just want to know why you interrupted me in that battle!
Corrin: You mean when you were about to finish off that opponent?
Selkie: Yeah! We're supposed to be on the same team. What were you thinking?
Corrin: Selkie, that opponent was already defeated. I stopped you out of mercy.
Selkie: Defeated? He was still alive. He could have healed and attacked any one of us! Besides, when I'm in my animal form, it's not easy to just pull back like that. You of all people should understand.
Corrin: I'm afraid that I don't have the same kind of hunting instinct that you do. But I must ask you, for all of our sakes, to remain focused on the battlefield. Think about how your actions are impacting the greater cause.
Selkie: Meh, I don't get it. You're going to have to do better than that.
Selkie: Oh, Corrin... Corrin!
Corrin: Selkie? What's the matter? And what's that in your mouth?
Selkie: *nom* *nom* *nom* It was a bird, of course! I was going to see if you wanted one. So...do you? It'd only take me a minute to catch another.
Corrin: Thanks, but no thanks.
Selkie: Your loss! Bird meat is delicious because it's so fatty. Mmm... I may need to catch another one for myself...
Corrin: You must be a pretty good hunter if it's that easy for you to catch a bird.
Selkie: Well, I don't mean to brag, but I once caught 50 birds in a day. But...I don't catch that many anymore.
Corrin: Oh? Why's that?
Selkie: Well, my dad told me that if I keep on catching that many, they'll disappear. So, I usually only catch one or two if I'm hungry or if I want to sell one at market.
Corrin: That seems quite reasonable. And...it sort of relates to what we were talking about the other day.
Selkie: I don't remember... What were we talking about?
Corrin: Remember the soldier you felled in battle? You were going in for the coup de grace, and I stopped you.
Selkie: The coup de what now?
Corrin: You were going to kill him, Selkie. Even though he no longer posed a threat. Sometimes it's important to show a little mercy. You never know... It could come back and benefit you later.
Selkie: Or HE could come back from his injury and stab me when I'm not looking!
Corrin: It's possible...but unlikely, given that both of his arms were broken. Anyway, the point is that that soldier could have offered us information. And what if you found yourself in a similar situation? Disarmed, disabled, but still alive... Would you want a second chance?
Corrin: There's a certain balance to the world, I think. We'd do well not to disrupt it.
Selkie: Balance, eh? All right, got it. Thanks, Corrin!
Corrin: I hope I got through...
Selkie: Corrin! Corrin! Did you see me?
Corrin: Hi, Selkie. Did I see you...when?
Selkie: In the last battle, silly!
Corrin: Ah. I did! You stopped attacking the moment the enemy lost the will to fight. I was extremely proud of your judgment.
Selkie: Yay! I told you I understood your lesson. And I knew you'd be proud.
Corrin: So, how did it feel? Were you worried about a fallen enemy springing back to life?
Selkie: A little bit, to be honest. And I also really like fighting, so it was hard to stop when I was having fun... But what you said makes a lot of sense. If I catch all the birds at once, I won't have the fun of catching them later!
Corrin: Excellent. I'm sure glad you're on my side, Selkie.
Selkie: Me too, Corrin! See you later!
Corrin: I wish I could be that carefree at the end of a bloody battle...
Selkie: Hey, Corrin! Get over here! *pounce*
Corrin: Selkie! What are you doing? Get off of me!
Selkie: What? What's the big deal? You don't wanna wrestle?
Corrin: No! I...I don't think it's appropriate.
Selkie: Pfft. Appropriate? I wrestle like this with all of my friends!
Corrin: Well...I guess I've been starting to think of us as more than just friends, Selkie.
Selkie: Oh, yeah! You're totally like my BEST friend these days. And you're also kinda like a teacher. I've learned a ton from you.
Corrin: Er, I'd rather that you didn't think of me that way...
Selkie: Heehee! Too bad, teach! Now, try and get out of this headlock!
Corrin: Selkie! I said stop!
Selkie: Aww, you really mean it, huh?
Corrin: Yes, Selkie. I do. I'm sorry for pushing you away like that.
Selkie: No, I'm sorry for being so wild and goofy. Do...do you hate me?
Corrin: No! Just the opposite! I mean... Ugh...why is this so hard?
Selkie: Just say whatever it is you're trying to say, silly! As long as you don't hate me, I promise I won't get offended.
Corrin: OK. Here goes. I...I think you're really cute, Selkie.
Selkie: Is that it? 'Cause I think you're kinda cute too, dum-dum.
Corrin: But...it's more than that. When you're around, my heart starts racing and I get flustered...
Selkie: Well, that sounds like...
Corrin: I'm in love with you. There, I said it. Now I guess you can go ahead and put me in that headlock...
Selkie: Aww, if I put you in a headlock, it's going to be a headlock of love.
Corrin: So, er...somewhat like a hug?
Selkie: Yeah! I think I'm in love with you, too. This is great!
Corrin: Is this really happening? Surely love can't be this easy...
Selkie: Why not? It should be the easiest thing in the world, shouldn't it?
Corrin: Well, it seems you're the one who should be offering me lessons. Because I think you're right.
Selkie: Aww, you're the best! Get ready for a love tackle!
Hisame: Good grief! When will my father grow up and stop acting like a lewd, disgusting...
Corrin: Hisame, did I catch you at a bad time? You look pretty angry.
Hisame: Ah, Corrin. No, you're just in time. I have a few things I'd like to share...
Hisame: ...About my father.
Corrin: You mean...Hinata?
Hisame: Exactly. His attitude toward relationships makes me ill. The way he fawns over every woman he comes across, you'd forget he was married!
Corrin: It could be worse, right? He could be rude to every woman he comes across.
Hisame: I see your point... but, no. Today, he was at the market, and the sales- woman flirted her way right into his wallet. He was so busy ogling her that he didn't notice the price on anything! Now, we could probably set up our own shop. We have enough clothes!
Corrin: Wow. I don't know what got into him.
Hisame: I wish I could say this was a onetime thing, but no—Father does this ALL the time! I can't believe we're even related. Here I am, afraid to even approach a woman...
Corrin: You are?! Why?
Hisame: What do you mean, "Why?" Do you really need a reason?! Girls are intimidating!
Corrin: Hmm... So it seems that you and your father both share a weakness for women.
Hisame: Wh-WHAT DID YOU SAY?!
Corrin: Maybe you and your father are two of a kind after all. That's sort of cute.
Hisame: M-me...and my father...th-the same? No, you must be confused.
Corrin: Hisame...are you OK?
Hisame: I'm sorry. I need to go piece my life back together.
Corrin: Hmm... Did I say something wrong?
Hisame: Hey, Corrin. Listen to this!
Corrin: What's happened now?
Hisame: I'll give you one guess. It's my father again—my sick, twisted, no-good father!
Corrin: Wow. Calm down, Hisame. You're losing your cool!
Hisame: Y-you're right. Sorry about that.
Corrin: ...Well?! Are you going to tell me what happened this time?
Hisame: So Father decided to round up a bunch of friends and hold a sword-fighting class...
Corrin: That sounds really nice of him.
Hisame: Sure... Except all of his students were girls! That would've been fine if he hadn't felt the need to show them how to hold a sword... He kept wrapping his arms around them from behind, grinning like an idiot!
Corrin: It sounds like you're being a little harsh... In your book, you wouldn't want your father to talk to women—any women at all, right?
Hisame: W-well, not like that! Why can't he be more like a proud, dignified warrior?
Corrin: I see what's going on here. We call this "hero worship."
Corrin: You clearly love your father so much you can't accept his less-than-perfect behavior. Maybe that's your problem with women too... They are always catching you off guard.
Hisame: It's an interesting theory.
Corrin: I am very touched by how much you love and respect your parents.
Hisame: OK, now you're just messing with me again.
Hisame: Yeah... You better run! ...Even if you might be right.
Corrin: You seem a little down, Hisame. You're not still thinking about your father, are you?
Hisame: Actually, yes...
Corrin: I think you're taking this whole thing way too seriously.
Hisame: But it's a serious problem! Do you think a weakness for women could be debilitating in battle?
Corrin: I don't even know how to answer that. ...Hmm... No, Hisame. I think it might be the opposite.
Hisame: How so?
Corrin: You can't help but notice when a woman is around, right? ...And you treat these women as people you should respect and honor?
Corrin: In this world, there are a lot of bad guys who are violent toward women... Compared to them, you and your father are practically role models!
Hisame: That might be taking it a bit far.
Corrin: Soldiers need strong bodies and hearts in order to protect the weak. In that sense, I think both you and your father are model soldiers.
Hisame: I never thought of it that way. That's a nice thought... If only it were true! Heh heh.
Corrin: Hisame, I finally made you smile!
Corrin: Mitama? Mitama, you in there? She's not coming out, but I know I heard her...
Mitama: I've nothing to say / I will never come outside / Away from my bed.
Corrin: Oh, so you ARE in there! Perfect.
Mitama: H-hey! Were you not listening? I told you! "I will never come outside"!
Corrin: I know! That's why I came in.
Mitama: Oh. Right. So...what did you want?
Corrin: Nothing in particular. I just wanted to come chat with you, is all. You're always locked up in your room. I figured you must get lonely sometimes. I know I was.
Mitama: You were? Did you used to lock yourself away as well?
Corrin: Not quite. Unlike you, I wasn't exactly allowed to leave. Or...is there something keeping you in that I'm not aware of?
Mitama: To be all alone / Cloistered from the fallen world / It is a blessing. There is nothing compelling me to remain. I simply enjoy it.
Corrin: I figured as much. So what do you spend all your time doing inside?
Mitama: As you no doubt have guessed, I read and write poems. Haiku, in particular.
Mitama: It is a poetic form belonging to the Hoshidan literary tradition. The first line contains five syllables. The second, seven. The third, five again. It lends itself to brevity and the juxtaposition of striking images.
Corrin: 5-7-5, huh? Maybe I can come up with one! Sweet Mitama / Loves to read and write haiku / A poetic form. How was that?
Mitama: You used four syllables in the first line!
Corrin: Oh. You're right. OK, OK! Let me try again. Courage and genius / Are less important in war, I think / Than weapons and foodstuffs. How's that?
Mitama: I am concerned for you. Do you not know how to count? The syllables were all wrong. And pointlessly so! You could have just removed the "I think" and changed "foodstuffs" to "food"! I do not understand how one could possibly be so inept. Thank goodness our victory does not depend upon your poetic skills.
Corrin: I'm sorry. This stuff is harder than I'd thought. But I won't give up!
Mitama: Slim expectations / A heavy sigh escapes me / Little more to say. *sigh* I will await your improvement with few to no expectations. Good day.
Corrin: Ate beef ribs last night / But they were not very good / Unmarinated. Woke up this morning / With a really weird cowlick / Isn't that something? How about those? Am I a master poet yet?
Mitama: Well, I suppose they do follow the 5-7-5 pattern. But... *sigh*
Corrin: What's wrong? Did I not do a good job?
Mitama: No. Syllable count is not the only thing of importance in the composition of haiku. You need to consider the images you invoke and the emotions you evoke. The ideas of transience, imperfection, and incompleteness are key here. Together, they embody "wabi-sabi."
Corrin: Wabi...sabi? Like wasabi?
Mitama: Teehee. No. Wabi-sabi is a Hoshidan aesthetic worldview. Good haiku always show an understanding of and appreciation for wabi-sabi. Here, allow me to compose an example for you: So long you've been gone / I will become young again / Before you return. This is a poem about a woman waiting for her husband to come back to her. She has grown old waiting and believes he will never come back.
Corrin: Oh, I get it! She says she'll be young again before he returns because it's impossible!
Mitama: Yes, but that's not the only meaning. His return would also bring her a youthful joy. Or, alternatively, it could mean she will die and be reborn before he comes back. The concision of the haiku form therefore allows for much ambiguity. And this is where much of a poem's beauty lies—in its ambiguity.
Corrin: Wow. You really know your stuff, don't you, Mitama? Please, go on. I'd like to hear another one.
Mitama: I would be happy to. Listen: A blast of cold wind / White crystals drift from heaven / The gray firmament. Observe how the word "winter" is never used, yet it is present throughout. Seasonal terms are used to indicate it without telling the reader outright.
Corrin: I see, I see! Very good! I think I'm starting to get it.
Mitama: That is the key to haiku—to subtly stir the heart through simple, suggestive images. I encourage you to try to use such seasonal terms in your own poems.
Corrin: I see. But this makes me wonder... If you write about seasons so much, shouldn't you go outside more?
Mitama: Huh?! W-well, I...I...
Corrin: It just seems like you'd have a better idea of what to write if you experience them.
Mitama: Well, that may be true, but—
Corrin: Splendid! Then let's go out next time and get some fresh air.
Mitama: Um, O-OK. Sure. I cannot say "no" / Inexorable logic / Compels me to go.
Mitama: The soul of Nature / Stirs in the stillest dewdrops / Gems on greening leaves.
Corrin: Hm. So with this one you're saying that water is the essence of all life, right? Because it's the "soul" of every living thing in nature?
Mitama: Precisely. Now, for something new: In red evening / When the crows caw their sad song / I contemplate time. Burning now through the mountains / Is the sadness of their song. This is a slightly different form, called the tanka. It's like a haiku, but with five lines. The last two have seven syllables.
Corrin: I see. It's very beautiful. And this one is about autumn, right? "Red evening" doesn't just mean any old sunset, does it?
Mitama: You are exactly correct. I'm impressed you caught that. It means you've been listening. It makes me very happy to see you've begun to understand haiku.
Corrin: Thanks! I think I've started to enjoy writing them too. Here, let me try one: The air glittering / In the spaces between trees / Sunlight dripping through.
Mitama: Very good! Such beautiful imagery. And you used a deft hand in indicating the season. The air glitters because there is both sunshine and rain; hence, springtime.
Corrin: Heh. Can't get anything past you, can I? OK, now I want to try a tanka. Here goes! A vision in dreams / The dark skyline of my home / Alights on my sight. Arms reach for this outer dark / But my legs walk in the light.
Mitama: Is this a poem about your home country?
Corrin: Haha. You got me. Last night I dreamed of Nohr.
Mitama: I see. You miss it so much, and yet do not abandon your task. That is true strength. Well, in any case, you have improved greatly. I have nothing more to teach you.
Corrin: You think so? Well, anything I've learned has been because of you. Though I admit, most of my images come from being outside, not from other poems.
Mitama: I...see. What an unpleasant way to write.
Corrin: Maybe you should spend a little more time outside too, Mitama. It can only help your poetry, right?
Mitama: I shall think about it. Somewhat. Maybe.
Corrin: You want to go on a hike tomorrow? Sounds great! I'll see you soon! Bye!
Mitama: ...Did he do all this just to get me to come outside more? Heh. The trickster prevails / But leaves his victim happy / For such are his charms. I think I like this man.
Mitama: H-hello? Corrin? I thought you wanted to read me a new poem of yours...
Corrin: Ah—uh—well, yes. I-I just feel shy, I guess.
Mitama: *sigh* I understand. It can be scary to share something you've created. You're also revealing what's in your heart. But that should not stop you. A true poet's work / Only reaches transcendence / By baring his soul. It is only through vulnerability that we learn to be stronger.
Corrin: OK. You're right. I'll read it to you.
Mitama: I am all ears.
Corrin: Only through poems / Did I come to understand / These feelings inside.
Corrin: I offer my love / To the woman I adore / Through these, my verses. Everything I feel / All that resides in my heart / Is for you, my star.
Mitama: What?! You mean...
Corrin: Haha. Yes. This was more than just a poem. It was a confession.
Mitama: I can't believe it. You really feel that way about me? I am overwhelmed / Such confusion in my heart / Foolish, wild, and blind.
Corrin: I'm sorry. I know this is sudden, but I could not hide my feelings any longer.
Mitama: Your poem, just now / Has shattered my very soul / With supernal might.
Corrin: Shattered?! What's supernal? I'm sorry, Mitama! Have I offended you?
Mitama: You left me stricken / Smote me with the blade of love / You left me stricken.
Corrin: By the blade of love... Wait. Do you mean stricken in a good way, then? So...you're actually happy about my confession?
Mitama: Yes. I am. I am so very happy, I could cry. This is the first time I've written poems with such emotion. Will you stay by my side forever and write poems with me?
Corrin: I would have it no other way.
Mitama: My heart is giddy / A new adventure awaits / We go together! Heehee. I love you, Corrin!
Mitama: How can it be that at the happiest moment of my life, I cannot think of a haiku? Oh, well. You know I love you, right?
Corrin: *yawn* Woke up a little early today. Maybe I should make the rounds...
Caeldori: *pant* *pant* Oh, Lord Corrin! Good morning!
Corrin: Morning! What are you doing up so early?
Caeldori: Just doing my morning training. I've been sprinting for the last hour!
Corrin: Wow! How many sprints have you done?
Caeldori: Huh? Just the one!
Corrin: Y-you mean you've been sprinting for an hour straight?!
Caeldori: Yeah. I just wish I could go for longer. This is nothing compared to what Father can do. If he wanted, he'd be up even earlier, doing mountain trails at top speed, no sweat!
Corrin: Ah...did Subaki tell you this?
Caeldori: Nope! But Father is perfect, so I'm sure it'd be a piece of cake for him.
Corrin: Right. Um. You really look up to your father, don't you?
Caeldori: Don't we all? By the way, did you know that he praises you a lot too, Lord Corrin? Not just that you're a skilled fighter, but that you've a good mind for strategy too. He also says you're very knowledgeable and charismatic.
Corrin: Huh. Really? I never knew he thought all that.
Caeldori: He says that sometimes he thinks you must be a gift to us from the heavens. One of those rare people who can do just about anything. A hero who appears in times of terrible crisis.
Corrin: Uh. Does he now? I think he might have gotten a little carried away...
Caeldori: Lord Corrin—will you be my mentor?
Corrin: What?! Why?
Caeldori: I told you—Father has so much respect for you! There must be so much you could teach me! Please, make me your disciple!
Corrin: But don't you think Subaki would make a better mentor than me?
Caeldori: Maybe...but he always says he doesn't like doing that sort of thing. Teaching, I mean. He didn't even change his mind when I said he was the only one who'd do! I kept saying "You're the best there is!" but he started sweating and just left. Funny enough, that's when he told me how incredible you were!
Corrin: Oh. (Oh, Subaki—why hast thou forsaken me?)
Caeldori: Huh? Did you say something?
Corrin: No, no! Haha! It's nothing, just talking to myself.
Caeldori: OK! Well then, I look forward to receiving your sure-handed guidance in the future!
Corrin: Good grief. So Subaki set me up. Ah, well, I can't say I blame him. He probably just didn't want to let her down. Let's hope I don't, either...
Caeldori: Hah! Hyah!
Caeldori: Oh no! Are you OK, Lord Corrin?!
Corrin: Y-yeah. I think so. Just slipped. Haha...
Caeldori: I'm sorry. I got carried away and went overboard. You could have really been hurt!
Corrin: No, it's not your fault. I was just clumsy.
Caeldori: Lord Corrin... You're amazing! To downplay my mistake in order to make me reflect further on it!
Caeldori: Wait. And now that I think about it, my blow didn't even land on you. You said you fell, but you really just dodged it, didn't you?
Corrin: Er, tempting as it may be to say so, I really did just slip.
Caeldori: The skill it must have taken to dodge that and make it look like a mistake! Incredible! Wait! And you're trying to deceive me... A-ha! I see what you're up to! Article 53 of Book 9 of Royal Discourses on Military Strategy! You sly fox!
Corrin: Caeldori, look—
Caeldori: "In war one should look to deceive one's enemies as to one's own strengths." "That is the true path to success." You were trying to teach me another lesson! Wow...I wonder what other lessons you've been subtly trying to teach me!
Caeldori: "Do not be ostentatious, but rather act as if success happens by chance." Page 30 in Article 8 of Book 18! I knew Father was right about you! I'm so glad you agreed to teach me.
Corrin: Uh, yeah...me too.
Caeldori: *pant* *pant*
Corrin: Caeldori? What's wrong? I thought you did your naginata training in the morning.
Caeldori: I didn't...have time to train this morning... so I'm doing it now...instead!
Corrin: But the sun's about to go down. It's not safe to train at night. Maybe you should call it a day.
Caeldori: No! *grunt* I have...to finish. If I skip even one day...all my hard work... will have been for nothing!
Corrin: But if you overexert yourself and get hurt, it'll be even worse!
Caeldori: I'm fine. A few extra...repetitions aren't gonna...kill me. I know my...limits! Ahhhhh. Phew. Break time.
Corrin: Look, Caeldori, I think it's very admirable how strict you are about your routines. But what exactly are you trying to accomplish?
Caeldori: What do you mean?
Corrin: I mean you're already incredibly skilled in one-on-one fights. Only very few with comparable arms and armor can stand against you.
Caeldori: Which is exactly why I must train—to maintain my skills in this area.
Corrin: That's a great sentiment, but I think there are other things you could be working on. For example, I've noticed that in the field, your teamwork isn't always perfect. Sometimes you go too fast, or take risks to yourself in order to help others. It's laudable, but dangerous. An army must fight as one body, not many. So it may be better to save your energy for our team drills.
Caeldori: Hm. You're right. I never thought of it like that before. My apologies, milord. I promise to do better in the future. For tonight, I'll rest up and reserve my energy for tomorrow's team drills.
Corrin: Wonderful. Thank you for listening to me, Caeldori.
Caeldori: Of course. You're very wise, milord. It looks as though I've much to learn from you yet.
Corrin: Er—I mean, "wise" might be a tad overstating it. I didn't say anything special.
Caeldori: To think, my mentor is such an incredible man. Such genius! Oh, I so look forward to our future lessons!
Corrin: Ack. I was really hoping she'd be over that stuff by now. But I guess it's not the worst thing in the world to have someone look up to you. I'll just have to work that much harder to make sure I don't disappoint her!
Caeldori: Corrin. Are you free?
Corrin: I am. Is it time to begin today's lessons already? What did you want to do first? Sparring, small-unit tactics, military logistics... Heh. It just struck me. I've been working much harder to improve myself lately. Ever since you became my pupil, I've just been so driven. It may be bad for a mentor to say this, but I almost don't want you to outpace me. I don't want to lose you, I guess. Haha.
Caeldori: Truly? Then...I've a favor to ask you. I want you to teach me something new.
Corrin: Something new? OK, sure. I'll do my best. I'm a little nervous though. I'm anxious you'll throw a really complicated question at me. But whatever it is, I'll answer it! It's my duty as a teacher!
Caeldori: OK. Here goes.
Corrin: Something the matter, Caeldori? You're blushing.
Caeldori: I've admired Father all my life, and so I've always striven to be perfect like him. But since I became your pupil, I've come to see other things are more important. Instead of trying to be a perfect person, I now want to be a good person.
Corrin: A good person?
Caeldori: Yes. Like you. You always put the needs of others before your own. Even when dangerous, you choose mercy, compassion, and kindness over all else. And I started to think that I'd like to be that kind of person too.
Corrin: Haha. Thank you for the kind words, but I don't know if I'm as saintly as you think. But as far as trying to be a good person— that's a noble goal. It's a bit vague, though. Is there anything in particular you'd like me to teach you?
Caeldori: Yes. You have many wonderful qualities, but the one I admire most is your compassion... So...I want you to teach me...about love.
Caeldori: I see. That's OK. It was foolish of me to ask.
Corrin: I-I just don't think I have anything to teach you. I mean, there's nothing to teach, right? You just have to learn for yourself. Besides, I'm not sure how it would help you to be a good person...
Caeldori: OK! I'm sorry! You look so flustered. This isn't at all how I'd wanted things to go... Why do I always fall in love with men who never love me back? In the Deeprealms, I fell in love with my guardian...who was married. With kids. And after I left, I fell for someone who turned out to be engaged to another. Agh! I'm so pathetic! How will Father ever respect me?
Corrin: You went through all that? I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to— I never— Wait, does this mean you love...?
Caeldori: You? Yes, it does.
Corrin: I-I see...
Caeldori: If you're going to reject me, then get on with it. I understand. It's what's always happened. I'm used to it by now.
Corrin: No, no. Caeldori...I love you too. It's just...
Caeldori: What? What is it?
Corrin: If we're to be together, I can't be your mentor anymore. We must be equals. I'll still teach you things, but I want to learn from you as well. Is that OK?
Caeldori: Yes! Of course it is! Oh, Corrin. So then you'll be mine?
Corrin: Well, in that case...yes. I will.
Caeldori: Really?! Thank you! Thank you so much!
Corrin: Haha. There's no need to thank me, Caeldori. I'm not doing it as a favor. I'm doing it because I love you.
Caeldori: Oh. Yes, of course. I'm just so happy. It's like all my prayers have been answered. It's the first time in my life I've ever felt this way. I promise, I will do everything in my power to make you happy...my love.
Caeldori: Our love is eternal; somehow I just know it. If we cross paths again in a distant future, dear love...promise you'll remember me. Promise...
Corrin: Hello, Rhajat. Did you need something?
Rhajat: Nope. *stare*
Corrin: I see. Well, would you mind not staring at me so intently?
Rhajat: Why? I'm not making any noise or physically disturbing you.
Corrin: I suppose that's true. But it just makes me feel a little uncomfortable. It seems every time I turn around, you're there, peeking at me.
Rhajat: Don't worry about it. I'm just watching over you.
Corrin: But why?
Rhajat: Because you're my soul mate, of course.
Corrin: What makes you say that? We barely know each other!
Rhajat: Because you saved my life. Watching over you for the rest of yours is the least I can do.
Corrin: I actually think that's the MOST you can do, Rhajat. And it's not necessary. Yes, I saved your life, but you would have done the same for me. As would anyone.
Rhajat: Uh...sure. Anyway, even if you hadn't saved my life, our fates were already intertwined.
Corrin: How so?
Rhajat: You really don't remember? Muhahaha...this is going to be fun. I'll be observing you even more carefully from now on...
Corrin: Well, this went poorly...
Rhajat: Heh heh...
Corrin: You know, Rhajat...you're not as stealthy as you think you are. I can hear you laughing!
Rhajat: I'm not laughing. I'm GIGGLING. Because following you around makes me giddy! And because I have a secret.
Corrin: Why don't you just tell me what it is? You know you want to.
Rhajat: No, this is much more fun. Muhaha!
Corrin: Fine. I'm not going to do anything for the rest of the day. You can just stand there and watch me do nothing if you want.
Rhajat: Ugh. Fine. If you're gonna be that way, I guess I'll spill the magic beans.
Corrin: Great. Let's hear it.
Rhajat: Well...you've been wondering why I'm so obsessed with you...
Corrin: Because I saved your life. Right?
Rhajat: No. Because you saved my life TWICE.
Corrin: What?! How is that possible? We never met before Hayato led us to your village.
Rhajat: Oh yes, we did... Do you remember when you came to visit my Deeprealm? There was a wild little girl there who ran around tirelessly, curious about everything.
Corrin: That was you?!
Rhajat: It was! I know it doesn't sound like me at all...but my whole life changed that day. In all my youthful enthusiasm, I nearly ran myself straight off a cliff. But you were there to catch me. It took me until the other day to make the connection that it was you. Heh, heh...
Corrin: Gods...I do remember that! But that little girl—I mean, you... You were so different. So...outgoing.
Rhajat: Yeah, well...that incident changed everything.
Corrin: I'm so sorry.
Rhajat: Don't be! It was the happiest day of my life. It made me realize that life is precious and I should be a little more selfish. Hayato hated it, but I started dabbling in the dark arts...teaching myself magic. Honestly, I owe you everything.
Corrin: Well, you're welcome. I guess...
Rhajat: Is that all you have to say?
Corrin: I'm sorry. I'm just in shock. I might need a little time to process this.
Rhajat: OK. See ya.
Corrin: Wait! Rhajat!
Corrin: I...uh. About that time...
Rhajat: Spit it out, Corrin!
Corrin: Sorry. It's nothing. Let's talk later.
Rhajat: Corrin...I need to know something. What were you about to say the other day?
Corrin: Oh, right. It was nothing. I was just going to apologize.
Corrin: For the way I treated you when you first started stalking—I mean WATCHING—me. I see now how much impact I've had in your life... It's totally understandable that you'd have strong feelings toward me.
Rhajat: Understandable, huh... You're talking to me like I'm still a little girl.
Corrin: Gah! You're right. I'm sorry again. Let's start over, shall we? I'm Corrin—nice to meet you! Let's pretend I haven't saved your life twice.
Rhajat: Ooh, role-playing... I like it. I'm Rhajat. I like cursing people, stalking people, and long walks through the graveyard. Heehee!
Corrin: Haha! Wait. You weren't joking, were you?
Rhajat: You're so cute when you pretend to be terrified of me. Heh, heh...
Corrin: Yes. I was pretending.
Corrin: ... I know you're following me, Rhajat. I can hear you giggling again.
Rhajat: Heh. Aww, it's no fun if I can't surprise you every so often. Lately you've been noticing me right away.
Corrin: Well, one should get to know his own stalker—that's what I always say. So, did you need something?
Corrin: Well? Is it bad? You look upset.
Rhajat: I...I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to stop following you around.
Corrin: Really? Why?
Rhajat: Because that's what you want, isn't it? I've been a nuisance this whole time. That's no way to treat your hero.
Corrin: Your...hero? Gods... Rhajat, I'm so sorry to have given you the wrong impression. To be honest...I've enjoyed having you around...pretty much all of the time.
Rhajat: Do you mean that?
Corrin: I do. I don't know what I'd do anymore if I looked up and you weren't there. I...I've even followed YOU around once or twice.
Rhajat: What?! And I didn't notice? Grr!
Corrin: Hah! Maybe I've learned a thing or two from you.
Rhajat: I assure you that you still have more to learn. But I'm glad to see that you're becoming as obsessed with me as I am with you.
Corrin: Perhaps we should stop sneaking around each other like this... I'd like to spend the rest of my life with you in plain sight.
Rhajat: Eh, that doesn't sound so great. I'd like to be stalking you at least 20 percent of the time.
Corrin: Fair enough. Will you marry me, Rhajat?
Rhajat: I will. I love you, Corrin!
Rhajat: I've got you right where I want you. And I'm never going to let go...
Corrin: Siegbert, I see you reading that book all the time. What is it?
Siegbert: Hello, Corrin. It's a collection of paintings by one of my favorite artists.
Corrin: Oh really? May I take a look? A wheat field at harvest time... A calm ocean... You're a fan of scenery paintings, I take it?
Siegbert: I am, though I like most all paintings, really. I tend to take to looking at these paintings in particular after a long battle. They're...calming, somehow. They help me to relax.
Corrin: I think I can see why.
Siegbert: You're more than welcome to borrow the book, if you'd like.
Corrin: That'd be wonderful! Are you sure you won't miss it?
Siegbert: Not at all—I have a decent collection of others that I can look at in the meantime.
Corrin: Then I'll take you up on your kind offer. Thank you!
Siegbert: The pleasure is all mine.
Corrin: This does have me wondering, though... Do you ever paint your own paintings?
Siegbert: It's...just a hobby. Growing up, I received instruction in all of the various arts.
Corrin: Talented with a brush and a sword... You're definitely Xander's son.
Siegbert: My father did make sure that my tutors covered a wide range of subjects. I do my best to show him that I appreciate the balanced education.
Corrin: You have nothing to worry about there, Siegbert.
Siegbert: Thank you, Corrin.
Corrin: Ah, Siegbert! There you are. I wanted to return the book I borrowed the other day.
Siegbert: Oh! How did you like it?
Corrin: It was lovely! Each picture was prettier than the last.
Siegbert: If you liked that one, I'm sure you'll enjoy some of the others I have. I'll bring them by sometime.
Corrin: Thank you! I'd love to see them.
Corrin: Is something wrong, Siegbert? You seem to be a bit preoccupied.
Siegbert: Ah, I apologize. I've just found myself consumed by some things lately.
Corrin: You know that I'm always available to talk, if you need to.
Siegbert: That's very kind of you... Perhaps I could take you up on that offer? Right now?
Siegbert: Do you think I am of any use here?
Corrin: What do you mean?
Siegbert: I'm worried that I am not living up to my potential, as my father's son. On second thought, forget I said anything. I won't fix anything by whining. Any time I spend worrying would be much better used working toward a solution. I'm sure that's what my father does, so I should follow his example...
Corrin: Siegbert, sometimes it's good to stop and worry for a little bit.
Siegbert: But I'm sure my father never lets his issues slow him down...
Corrin: Knowing Xander, that could very well be true, but... You are not your father, Siegbert. You don't have to be exactly like him. Why not take time to worry over things?
Siegbert: Are you sure?
Corrin: I'm positive.
Siegbert: Thank you. It's...comforting to hear someone say that. This is the first time I've ever talked about my worries with anyone. There's something about you that makes it easier, Corrin. I'm glad we met.
Siegbert: Pardon me, Corrin. Could I have a moment of your time?
Corrin: Sure. What do you need?
Siegbert: Well... Hah, this is requiring a bit more courage than I thought...
Corrin: The way you say that makes me worry...
Siegbert: I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! *whew* All right. You just...have to promise me you won't laugh.
Corrin: Now why would I ever laugh at you, Siegbert?
Siegbert: I don't know, Corrin! I'm not used to showing weakness in front of others... I wanted to...show you this...
Corrin: A...picture? It certainly has a lot of character. Is this something you drew yourself?
Siegbert: ...Yes. But I'm a little ashamed with how it turned out. I thought though, since you enjoyed the book I shared with you... You might like to see one of my drawings, sort of inspired by it.
Corrin: This is everyone sitting around a bonfire, right? I think it's pretty charming, really.
Siegbert: Do you really?! I feel like I can't draw the way I really want to yet...
Corrin: Just looking at this picture, I can feel warm feelings bubbling up inside me.
Siegbert: You're too kind, Corrin. Thank you. Talking to you really helps, you know? I already feel like it's not such a bad thing to show my weaknesses to other people. I've been very focused on living up to my father's greatness. Knowing that I'll be king someday, I want to do everything to make Father proud.
Siegbert: But I realize, just like you said, that I don't need to be like him. Your words have really lifted my spirits. So, even though it's a very early picture... I wanted you to see what I can do. I wanted you to see me as I am.
Corrin: Thank you.
Siegbert: Corrin, I hope that I can continue to be vulnerable with you. I would really appreciate it.
Corrin: Of course. I'm here for you, Siegbert, in any way you need me.
Forrest: Oh, Corrin. Good afternoon, sir.
Corrin: Hello there, Forrest.
Forrest: Oh, my. There's a thread loose on your shirt... Let me take care of that for you. There. All better.
Corrin: Thanks. ...
Forrest: I-is something the matter with my face? You're staring quite intently at it...
Corrin: Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. It's just uncanny how you look like a young lady. An adorable young lady, at that.
Forrest: Adorable? What a sweet thing to say.
Corrin: Forrest, can I ask you something personal?
Forrest: Of course. I'm an open book, sir.
Corrin: I've never met anyone like you, and I'm curious: Do you prefer boys or girls?
Forrest: *giggle* Romantically speaking, you mean? Girls, exclusively. I can't imagine why you would have been confused on that point.
Corrin: Hahaha, sorry. Maybe it was a strange question. But it seems to me that if you walked around with your sweetheart... Well, you might get some funny looks from people who don't know you.
Forrest: Corrin, I get funny looks even when I walk around all on my lonesome. Whether I've a paramour on my arm doesn't change things for me appreciably.
Corrin: Oh. Right, of course... I swear, I didn't mean anything by that...
Forrest: *giggle* I'm teasing you. Sorry if I went overboard with it.
Corrin: Oh...haha...hah. A joke! Of course! I need to get my act together...
Corrin: You certainly seem pleased today, Forrest.
Forrest: *giggle* Is it that obvious?
Corrin: Having a good day, then?
Forrest: Yes! Just look at this!
Corrin: A bracelet? That ironwork flower looks like it took some expertise.
Forrest: Doesn't it, though? It's divine. I saw it at the market, and it was love at first sight. I didn't think twice before opening my purse strings.
Corrin: You're really wild about anything cute, aren't you?
Corrin: Forrest? I didn't offend you, did I?
Forrest: Corrin...do you think I'm strange? Because of my interests and clothing, that is. It's not that I consider myself to be a girl. Far from it. But I see darling things such as this bracelet, and my heart simply melts. I wear what I feel most comfortable in, but I know your upbringing was...sheltered.
Corrin: Everyone has unique tastes. I don't think that makes you strange at all.
Forrest: ...You mean that?
Corrin: I do. Besides, you really do look fantastic in those clothes. I think it would be a tragedy if you stopped wearing them.
Forrest: Corrin...thank you very much. I am comfortable as I am, but I wanted to make sure you weren't troubled.
Corrin: Not in the least.
Forrest: Then why are you ogling me again?
Corrin: What?! No, I-I wasn't...!
Forrest: *giggle* I was teasing again. Relax.
Corrin: Ugh... Why am I always so gullible around you...?
Corrin: Forrest? Is something the matter?
Forrest: What makes you think anything's wrong?
Corrin: Your usual cheer is nowhere on display, is all.
Forrest: It's nothing...
Corrin: Your face suggests otherwise. If you want to talk, I'm here to listen.
Forrest: ... Very well. I went into town to do some shopping, as I often do. The clerk at one of my favorite shops discovered I'm a man and laughed at me. I was having none of it, of course. "I dress as I like," I said. "What of it?"
Corrin: Good. You had every right to stand up for yourself in that situation.
Forrest: I wholeheartedly agree. But this was a man I've seen many times before. We've even chatted occasionally. I thought I knew him, but he turns out to be a mean-spirited ignoramus.
Corrin: I see. That does sound disheartening.
Forrest: Quite. And I wonder, who is next? How else will the world disappoint me?
Corrin: Don't be disappointed—pity the poor world.
Corrin: Any world that doesn't appreciate your charms is a fool. The natural response to a fool is to pity their foolishness.
Forrest: I'm charming, am I?
Forrest: ...Thank you. That's just the encouragement I needed to stay the course.
Corrin: That's the spirit. You look great in those clothes. Anyone who says differently is a dunce or a dastard.
Forrest: Goodness, Corrin.
Forrest: You protest so vehemently that I begin to wonder if you have feelings for me.
Corrin: Oh, ah—!
Forrest: Hahaha...I'm teasing again. In all sincerity, thank you for brightening my day. I really appreciate it.
Ignatius: How can I protect everyone? I must be their shield.
Corrin: Ignatius? Are you OK? What are you muttering about?
Ignatius: Corrin? Sorry. It's nothing.
Corrin: It doesn't look like nothing. You're shivering! Are you feeling OK?
Ignatius: Of course. I'm not shivering. Like I said, it's nothing. Let's change the subject. How are you?
Corrin: Well, I'm fine. Thanks for asking.
Ignatius: We'll be heading into battle again soon. Are you prepared?
Corrin: Yes. It's difficult, but I'm always ready to fight.
Ignatius: Do you ever think about all the split-second decisions we have to make? One wrong move can be the difference between life and death. I just don't know if I can protect everyone. Excuse me.
Corrin: Wait! Ignatius! You dropped something.
Corrin: Hey, Ignatius! I've got something for you.
Ignatius: Hmm? What is it?
Corrin: You dropped this the other day. I've been meaning to return it.
Ignatius: Oh! That. I was just going to throw that out.
Corrin: It's a good-luck charm, isn't it? Why were you going to toss it?
Ignatius: Because I'm a failure.
Corrin: What are you talking about?
Ignatius: Relying on good-luck charms is the sign of a weak-willed coward. And that's precisely what I am.
Corrin: Shut up, Ignatius.
Corrin: It's called tough love. You're not a failure. You fight hard, and you have protected all of us.
Ignatius: You don't need to lie to comfort me.
Corrin: I'm telling the truth. Here. Please take this charm back. It appears valuable.
Ignatius: I wish I could believe you. Please dispose of the charm, and never speak of it again.
Ignatius: No one will die on my watch...
Corrin: Hello, Ignatius. I trust you're feeling better?
Ignatius: Not exactly, I'm afraid. I apologize. I'm a pitiful sight again... Sitting here trying to psych myself up.
Corrin: Well, I'm sorry to hear you're still upset. But if it makes a difference, you appear perfectly fine to me.
Ignatius: Thank you for the kind words, but my problem persists. I am afraid every time I step onto the battlefield. What kind of warrior has feelings like this before each and every fight?
Corrin: Ignatius, every warrior I've ever known has felt the same way. Including myself. It's normal to be afraid. Fear can keep you alive. Fear can protect your loved ones.
Ignatius: Nonsense. A grown man, fondling a good- luck totem? Pathetic. At least I've had the fortitude to dispose of that ridiculous charm.
Corrin: Ignatius, you're far from pathetic. You're a hero in my eyes. I'm proud to step on the battlefield with you, because I know you have my back.
Ignatius: Do you really mean that, Corrin?
Corrin: Of course. That's why I saved this.
Ignatius: My charm? I thought I told you to throw it away.
Corrin: How could I throw something like this away? It looks old enough to have been in your family for generations.
Ignatius: It is true. My father made it for me when I was very young. Thank you, Corrin. I've gained a great deal of confidence today. And I'll be even stronger tomorrow. That I promise. Corrin: I know you will, Ignatius. I'm counting on it.
Velouria: *sniff sniff* *sniff sniff* Corrin, did you need something?
Corrin: Huh? How did you know I was coming? I was still around the corner!
Velouria: Your odor, of course.
Corrin: My odor? Do I smell or something?
Velouria: Yes. Quite a bit, if I may be blunt. *sniff* *sniff*
Corrin: Come on—cut it out! It's embarrassing to have you sniffing me like that.
Velouria: It's not an unpleasant odor. In any case, did you require something of me?
Corrin: Oh, no. I was just wondering what you were doing here.
Velouria: Is my being here alone so odd, it merits your attention?
Corrin: Er. I guess you could say that.
Velouria: Rest assured, nothing is amiss. I'm merely looking for treasure.
Corrin: Treasure?! What kind of treasure?
Velouria: Do you not have more important people to be bothering?
Corrin: I don't know. Treasure sounds pretty important to me.
Velouria: Very well. If you insist. Here is one of my treasures. Take a good, long look, if you must.
Corrin: Is this a joke? This is just a dust bunny!
Velouria: Yes, it is. A fluffy, delightful dust bunny, if I say so myself. There's nothing quite like the downy bliss of a dust bunny's touch.
Corrin: Your definition of "treasure" is a bit... unique.
Velouria: Indeed, my treasures are very unique. That's what makes them treasures.
Corrin: That's not exactly what I meant.
Velouria: You don't say? Well, if you'd ever like to see more, you know where to find me.
Corrin: Oh. Uh. Thank...you? I'll be sure to take you up on that... Yep...
Corrin: Oh, hi. What's on your mind?
Velouria: I'd like for you to have this.
Corrin: Uh...is this the hilt from that sword I busted during training the other day?
Velouria: Yes! Isn't it marvelous? Look at how jagged that break is! I thought you might appreciate it. It seemed like it would be to your taste. I'd love to keep it for my collection, but I think you should have it.
Corrin: Uh. Thanks. But why did you think it was to my tastes, exactly?
Velouria: Because you are a kindred spirit.
Velouria: Yes. You are one of the few people to have ever shown any interest in my treasures. If that doesn't make you a kindred spirit, what would?
Corrin: Uh. Good question...
Velouria: Having someone to talk about my treasures with is nearly as good as finding new ones! Now, anyway, I've got a whole bag of new treasures we can go through right here! See? Looky!
Corrin: I suppose a peek or two wouldn't hurt anything. Er, but why is it moving— OH GODS IT'S ON MY FACE! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFFFF!
Velouria: Hey! Where are you going! Get back here! Drat. He just made off with my favorite weasel. The ones with foamy mouths are so rare, too.
Velouria: Ah. There you are!
Corrin: Hey! How is your day going?
Velouria: Quite well, thank you. I have another treasure for you.
Corrin: Wow! I don't think I've ever seen a bird's nest this big before.
Velouria: Do you like it?
Corrin: I do! I'm going to hang it up in my room! Are you sure it's OK I have it though? It's from your collection, right?
Velouria: Yes. I treasured it dearly, but I feel it belongs with you. This as well.
Corrin: A bone? Ah, thank you.
Velouria: You should take this. And these. And some of these as well.
Corrin: A holey boot, some empty bottles, and a bunch of little mouse corpses? But these all belong in your collection, Velouria. I can't accept them.
Velouria: Please, I want you to have them. I've grown rather fond of you, Corrin. After all... *sniff sniff* *sniff sniff* You smell so nice!
Corrin: O-OK. OK now. Enough with the sniffing.
Velouria: You'll always be my treasure-buddy, right? So all of it will be yours if only you ask!
Corrin: The only treasure I need is your friendship, Velouria. I just enjoy spending time with you and learning more about you.
Velouria: Then could I have my treasures back?
Velouria: It's just...I'd hate to part with such exquisite finds if you don't need them.
Corrin: Haha! Yes, of course. You can keep them.
Velouria: You can keep the bird's nest, though. I think it would look lovely in your room.
Corrin: Really? Thanks!
Velouria: You are a good person, Corrin. I'm very glad to have met you.
Velouria: *sniff sniff* Corrin!
Corrin: That nose of yours is as keen as ever.
Velouria: Is something the matter? You smell nervous.
Corrin: Huh? You can smell that?
Velouria: Clearly. What is bothering you?
Corrin: Huh. I guess I can't hide anything from you, can I?
Velouria: Not a thing. Although, I'd hope you wouldn't hide things from me regardless.
Corrin: Then it's time for me to tell you why I wanted to see you today. I have something for you. It's not much, though...
Velouria: Th-this is for me?! How thoughtful! It might be the finest gift I've ever received.
Corrin: But you haven't even opened it yet.
Velouria: What an adorable little box you are. Yes you are! The perfect size for storing an acorn.
Corrin: Er, Velouria. I'm glad you like the box, but the real gift is what's inside it.
Velouria: Inside it? OK. But this box is pretty great. I don't know how you're going to beat it. Oh! My goodness!
Corrin: There we are.
Velouria: It's stunning! And so soft. I could spend all day just feeling it. Yes, the fabric they used to line this box is just too silky. You were right, Corrin, the real gift WAS inside!
Corrin: There should be something on top of the fabric too...
Velouria: Oh, yes, the ring? We can talk about that later. But for now, I just want to enjoy this! Ohohoho! Eheehee!
Corrin: Talk about it later?! Velouria! The ring is what I'm giving you. Not the box!
Velouria: Really? Maybe your taste in treasure is not as fine as I thought. Why would you give me this?
Corrin: Because I want to marry you.
Velouria: Come again?
Corrin: Velouria, I want us to be together and to build a family together. I promise, if you accept, I will be the best husband I can possibly be.
Velouria: You're stranger than I thought, Corrin. Are you sure this is what you want?
Corrin: I'm happy to be as strange as it takes for you to say yes. You're the only one for me.
Velouria: Oh my. Thank you. I don't know what to say.
Corrin: "Yes," maybe?
Velouria: All right. Yes! I'll marry you.
Corrin: I promise I'll make you the happiest treasure hunter alive.
Velouria: Heh... You know... It's so strange...
Corrin: What is?
Velouria: Just a moment ago, this ring meant nothing to me, but now I can't bear to part with it. To think that something so worthless could become so precious. All because it was a gift from you. Maybe everything will be like that from now on... The whole world turned to one giant treasure now that you're by my side!
Corrin: I certainly hope so...because I feel the same way. Will you take my hand, Velouria? There's a world of treasure out there for us to enjoy.
Velouria: Yes. Innumerable treasures, all for just us two...
Velouria: I knew you were special when I saw how much Daddy respects you. Let's take it easy together for the rest of our lives.
Percy: Hyah! Hrrragh! Ree-yaah!
Corrin: Hey, Percy. Getting some solo training in?
Percy: Sure am, Corrin! How else am I gonna be a great knight like Pop someday?
Corrin: That's our Percy. Keep it up, kid!
Percy: Hey! C'mon! Do ya have to say it like that?
Corrin: Like what?
Percy: Like I'm some kinda little kid! I'm a man now, you know!
Corrin: Haha. Yeah, I guess that's true, huh? OK, Percy. I'm sorry. I meant no offense. But you were saying you wanted to be a great knight like your father, right? You must really like him a lot.
Percy: I could like him without wanting to be like him, y'know. What it really is is respect! He's got it so hard, and yet he never gives up no matter what!
Corrin: What do you mean?
Percy: Well, like yesterday I saw him go through all kinds of things! He was hit by lightning, pooped on by wyverns, and trampled by a horse! And that's not even unusual. It's just sort of below-average. Pop goes through so much every day, and yet I've never seen him lose heart. For him, just getting out of bed must take more courage than most ever have!
Corrin: I...see. His life does sound trying. Perhaps there is something I could do to help him...
Percy: Rrrrrraaah! En garde! Nyah!
Corrin: You're working hard as ever, I see.
Percy: Corrin! I didn't see you there!
Corrin: Is there any way I can help?
Percy: You wanna help me? Really?! That'd be great!
Corrin: OK, then. What would you like me to do?
Percy: Hmmm. I want to practice dodging enemy missiles, so let's see... Ooh! Could you throw that pile of rocks at me? As fast as you can? If you could throw a bunch at the same time, that'd be best!
Corrin: What? At the same time?! Are you sure?
Percy: Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine! Now let 'em fly!
Corrin: OK, if you insist... HRAH!
Percy: Heh. There...there...and there!
Corrin: What? Not a single one hit you. How is that possible?
Percy: Heehee! Right? I dodged them all!
Corrin: I don't know if you dodged them or if they dodged you.
Corrin: It looked like they only missed you because of how they bounced off each other. You have some unbelievable luck.
Percy: What?! Come on! I dodged them because I train really hard! Not because of luck! You don't have to be so rude, you know.
Corrin: I'm sorry. I should have chosen my words more carefully. I didn't mean to take away from your accomplishment. I promise.
Percy: Heh. OK, fine. I forgive you.
Corrin: So Arthur has incredibly bad luck, but his son has incredibly good luck. Their family reunions must be interesting...
Percy: All right! Grab up those rocks and let's go again!
Corrin: Again? OK, but I don't think anything'll change...
Percy: Hrrrrgrepah! Gndlifmrrrjkr!
Percy: Corrin! Come by to help me train again?
Corrin: Bingo! What did you have in mind this time?
Percy: I want to practice avoiding enemy attacks again!
Corrin: So you want me to throw rocks at you again?
Percy: Heehee! Not quite! I've got a secret weapon today.
Corrin: A secret weapon?
Corrin: Wait. This is a hornets' nest!
Percy: Yup! And I want you to hit it with that stick over there. Then they should all fly out and head for me.
Corrin: You're joking, right?
Percy: Nope! I'm going to dodge every single one of them.
Corrin: Are you insane?! No way!
Percy: But I won't learn anything if I don't push my limits.
Corrin: But you still HAVE limits! Some things are impossible!
Percy: Oh. It's impossible? And here I thought it was a great idea... Oh well. I'll just get rid of the nest then. *fwip* *thud*
Corrin: Wh-why did you throw it away?! Oh gods! They're coming for you—! Wait...wait...no. They're not coming for you. They're com— Oh no! NO! NOOO!
Percy: Whoops! Sorry, Corrin!
Corrin: Have a moment, Ophelia?
Ophelia: No. I'm in the middle of soaking up the duskiness of my immediate atmosphere.
Corrin: Er, what?
Ophelia: I'm meditating.
Corrin: Oh, I see.
Ophelia: Can our spirits commune later?
Corrin: Sure. I didn't mean to bother you. I only found a gemstone that you dropped. I'll leave it over here.
Ophelia: A gemstone? Th-that's one of my most precious pieces of quartz!
Corrin: It is? Glad I found it then.
Ophelia: This gemstone can only be wielded by the purest of maidens to read the stars. How could I have dropped something so important to my methods?! Thank you, Corrin.
Corrin: (I had no idea a speck of quartz could be such a big deal.)
Ophelia: Hmm? Say something?
Corrin: Uh, no. Nothing at all.
Ophelia: Ha! Few alive could know the true value of this gemstone. In fact, only chosen ones know, like my father and I.
Corrin: Chosen ones?
Ophelia: Exactly. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll get back to soaking up duskiness from the atmosphere.
Corrin: Hello, Ophelia.
Corrin: Sorry. You're meditating again. I'll come back later.
Ophelia: No need. I always have time for you. You might not be a chosen one, but you did reunite me with my mystic quartz!
Corrin: Oh, that's right. I almost forgot.
Ophelia: And so, my quartz-savior, what can Ophelia Dusk do for you today?
Corrin: I found this gemstone in the dirt. It looks a little like quartz. I thought it might be yours too.
Ophelia: No, that's not one of mine. But, whoa! It's pretty stuff. Way pretty!
Corrin: Uh, hello? Ophelia? Are you there?
Ophelia: Why, yes! I am! Why do you ask?
Corrin: You usually say things more fancifully than "whoa" and "way pretty."
Ophelia: Ah, you noticed. Just a lapse of my powerful vocabulary... That happens sometimes when I'm so overcome by beauty. Now, may I keep this?
Corrin: Of course.
Ophelia: I must give it an evocative name. Any ideas, Corrin?
Corrin: Um, not on the spot, I don't.
Ophelia: I know that naming such an exceedingly dazzling gemstone must be hard. Give it a try though. What's the first thing that comes to mind?
Corrin: Er, the Pretty Gem?
Ophelia: Awful. Zero points. Rejected.
Ophelia: Don't huh me. I should be huh-ing you!
Corrin: You...sound different again. Almost like you're two people, Ophelia.
Ophelia: If you won't try to give me a good name, then I won't give you the real Ophelia.
Corrin: Pretty Gem was that bad? How about you give me a good example?
Ophelia: All right, how about the Wakeful Lode? Or...or...or... The Evil Eye of the Marquis? Anything more sensible than the Pretty Gem. I'm sorry to be so judgmental. It must be hard, not being a chosen one.
Corrin: Er, yes?
Ophelia: All right. You just need more time. Ponder this quartz... Next time we meet, unleash a name that will light the world on fire!
Corrin: I'll...I'll try my best.
Ophelia: Salutations, Corrin! Have you come up with a proper name for that wondrous quartz you found?
Corrin: I think so.
Ophelia: Then let's hear this name! Sent from the heavens to your lips! Now to my ears!
Corrin: Reckless Reckreck?
Corrin: It just popped into my head. I knew it was no good...
Ophelia: Are you kidding? Reckless Reckreck is astounding! Well done, Corrin!
Ophelia: Last time, your name failed because you forced yourself to make it sound good. This time you went with your gut. Reckless Reckreck—brilliant!
Corrin: Oh, well...neat!
Ophelia: It is infinitely more than neat. For now I bow to your naming prowess. More than that, I now know that you are a chosen one.
Corrin: I'm a chosen one?
Ophelia: Without a doubt. We may be separated by blood, but by this...? We are family. Do you think that's too much, too soon? Then if not family, let us call ourselves best friends forever.
Corrin: That sounds fine by me. To be honest, even when we were arguing the other day, I thought it was fun.
Ophelia: Really?! Awesome! Hmm. How about I fill you in on one of my greatest secrets?
Corrin: Are you sure?
Ophelia: Yep! Ta-dah! It's this mark on my skin. It appeared right after I joined you all. It's the mark of the chosen ones. At least I think so?
Corrin: You're not sure?
Ophelia: It has an odd shape. Maybe you have one of these marks too! If you don't...I'll draw one on you.
Corrin: That would be nice. I think it's a powerful- looking shape.
Ophelia: You do? Then that's another sign that you and I were meant to be friends!
Corrin: Best friends forever.
Corrin: Is there something wrong, Ophelia?
Ophelia: Everything. I fear that I'm not really one of the chosen ones.
Corrin: That can't be!
Ophelia: If I was, I should be able to do the most amazing things. But lately, I feel as if I'm nothing but hot air—not chosen at all.
Corrin: But isn't your father one of the chosen ones? It's in your blood!
Ophelia: I thought so, but all I really have as proof is this odd mark on my skin. It might just be an ink stain that hasn't gone away yet.
Corrin: That is most certainly not a stain. It's a mark. You are a chosen one!
Ophelia: How can you say that?
Corrin: No one lives as vividly as you. The way you name everything too! Besides, I choose you, which makes you chosen yet again.
Ophelia: What do you mean, you choose me?
Corrin: That gemstone I gave you... Do you have Reckless Reckreck?
Ophelia: It's right here.
Corrin: I researched this gemstone. Turns out it's legendary. The giver of Reckless Reckreck and the recipient are bound by fate.
Ophelia: By fate?!
Corrin: Suddenly, it all made sense—the way I always want to be near you. The legend is referring to us.
Ophelia: Oh, Corrin, I had no idea...
Corrin: Can I borrow Reckless Reckreck for a while? I want to have it set into a ring.
Ophelia: A ring of power?! Clearly we are chosen ones to each other. I was thinking of doing the same thing. Why, when your aura touches mine, I can barely restrain my exaltation!
Corrin: I feel the same way. You just put things so much better than I do, Ophelia. But I'll give it a try. Will you walk with me down the dark hall of existence, our auras lighting the way?
Ophelia: Yes. If I see your face twist with suffering, I will envelop you in my peace. Just as you did to me this day. Ha! And can I mention...? You spoke powerfully there, Corrin.
Corrin: I tried my best, but I'll always be glad to take your lead, chosen one.
Ophelia: Fate has chosen us. The moon and the stars bless our union. The constellations celebrate our love. You and I, forever into eternity.
Soleil: *sigh* I have a problem, Lord Corrin. But I'm not sure you'd understand...
Corrin: Try me. If nothing else, I can offer another perspective on it.
Soleil: Okay, here goes. I want to be a warrior. A fearless, take-no-prisoners, sword-slinging tough gal. There's just one small hitch that I haven't gotten past... And it's making what should be smooth sailing into a four-day hurricane at sea.
Corrin: This is sounding serious. What's this "hitch" you mentioned?
Soleil: Ok... don't laugh, but... I lose my mind around cute girls.
Corrin: So I've heard. But what's the problem?
Soleil: No, I mean, I REALLY lose my mind. When I see a cute girl, I start to sweat. When she gets close, I faint sometimes. I just can't stand how great girls are!
Corrin: ...Are you putting me on? Is this some sort of prank? Are people watching this?
Soleil: You remember the other day, when I was on my way back to camp?
Corrin: Hmm, vaguely. I thought for a moment that you might have taken a blow to the head.
Soleil: Yeah, I don't blame you for thinking so, but it had nothing to do with the battle. What happened was... this cute village girl came up to me to thank my troop. That's when I started to feel weak in the knees...
Corrin: Oh, was that all?
Soleil: No, you don't understand! This is a real problem if I'm going to be a warrior!
Corrin: I... I see... Take heart. I'll give it some thought, and hopefully we can come up with a solution.
Soleil: Ok, the blindfold's on.
Corrin: You fastened it tightly? There's no light getting through?
Soleil: Nope, I'm totally blind for whatever you had in mind.
Corrin: Good. I want to try a visualization exercise with you. I want you to picture me not as I am, but as I might look if I was a woman.
Soleil: ... Hello, gorgeous.
Corrin: Y-you've got the idea, it seems... What we'll do is, I'll play the role of a girl, and you try to keep it together around me.
Soleil: OK! This should be fun. Though it's harder to fantas- I mean, imagine you as a girl when you're talking. Maybe try a higher pitch?
Corrin: Ah, good point. OK... Oh, Soleil...!
Soleil: *gasp* Th-there it is... that tingly feeling... That familiar rush of blood to the head...
Corrin: You saved us all! You were so amazing and strong when you beat up the bad guys!
Corrin: Was that more or less right? I was trying to get into the village girl mind-set.
Soleil: I-it was scary close. I almost fainted.
Corrin: Good! This should help to build a tolerance. Shall we go once more?
Soleil: Yeah. I'm game. But maybe I could take a short break before we get back at it?
Corrin: Of course! Take all the time you need.
Soleil: Thanks! Because so long as I've got this blindfold on and we're visualizing... I'm gonna daydream about what the rest of the guys would look like as girls! Mmm, Xandra... you're so much prettier when you smile...
Corrin: Uh, Soleil...! Soleil! That's not the point of the exercise!
Corrin: Ah, hello, Soleil. Have our visualization sessions helped with your problem?
Soleil: Not much, I'm afraid. After the last battle, I went to a nearby village. And wham, I got mobbed by a pack of grateful village girls. Just the kind I like... I blacked out, and when I came to, things had taken a turn for the worse. They were waiting on me hand and foot! I hate to say it, but I think we've been wasting our time.
Corrin: I see...
Soleil: Sorry, Corrin.
Corrin: It's all right. It might be a while before you can keep your composure around girls. Don't be upset because the problem isn't solved after a few days.
Soleil: That's true. I shouldn't let it get me down. When I was little, I was a real crybaby. But then my father said to me... "Laugh it off, Soleil. The trick is to smile until you have something to smile about." Ever since, no matter how I feel inside, I put on a happy face. Which is what I ought to be doing right now!
Corrin: Soleil... you don't need to force a smile.
Soleil: It's not forced, though! Sure, we haven't made any headway on my problem. But you're trying to help. That counts for a lot. So don't think this smile of mine is fake. I mean it!
Corrin: In that case, I'll smile for you too. You're an important member of the team. I want to help with any problem of yours.
Soleil: You mean that? Because I'd be up for some more of that visualization stuff. I love it when you pretend to be a girl, heehee. Though nowadays, I have fun with you no matter what we're doing.
Soleil: What did you want to see out here, Corrin? What's going on?
Corrin: It's nothing special. Look up at the sky.
Soleil: The sky...? Oh!
Corrin: This is the warmest, brightest spot I know. The sun shines especially strong here.
Soleil: Wow, no kidding. It's so nice!
Corrin: Just like you.
Corrin: Your smile is radiant as the sun. I'd bask in its warmth forever if I could...
Soleil: Uh... Are you feeling OK, Corrin? Did you take a hit to the head or something?
Corrin: N-no! I'm being totally serious!
Soleil: For real...? Gosh, I wasn't expecting this today.
Corrin: I understand if you're not interested, since I'm only a woman in your imagination.
Soleil: Oh, that's not such a problem. I like men just fine. I think I could even get to like one for real if I knew him well enough.
Corrin: That's great! So then...
Soleil: But we're not there yet. The image I had of you during our sessions... It was cute, and lovely, but it's not you.
Corrin: Is that a problem?
Soleil: Well... yes and no. The girl you in my imagination was cute and adorable. And if you just wanted to be silly and have fun, I'd close my eyes and imagine her. But it sounds like you're talking about something serious. Something real. So that version of you, cute as she is, won't work anymore.
Corrin: Oh. Then where does that leave us?
Soleil: We'll just have to start over! Instead of hanging out with you pretending to be other people... we'll hang out and I can get to know who you really are instead. I'm confident we can get there. I mean, I already like you a lot!
Corrin: Enough to make up for me not being a cute girl?
Soleil: Hey, cute's cute!
Corrin: That's high praise, coming from you.
Soleil: Haha... to be honest...
Soleil: I love you more than all the cute things in the world combined. This is kinda embarrassing, but... stay with me forever... Promise?
Nina: Yes...these two are perfect for each other. Hee hee!
Corrin: Nina, is that you? Why is it so dark in here?
Nina: Corrin? Is that you? I was just, uh, looking for something I lost in here.
Corrin: Really? Then why not open the shades or light a candle? And were you speaking with someone?
Nina: You heard me? I mean...why were you spying on me?!
Corrin: What? No, I was also looking for something I lost in here!
Nina: Oh, OK. Well, how much did you overhear? Because, you know, it wasn't anything that weird. I was just playing puppets!
Corrin: Playing puppets?
Nina: Sure! Like I said, totally normal. See this gauntlet and this helmet? The gauntlet is a swarthy young gentleman named Horst. And the helmet doesn't have a name, but it's very open minded. So I was just imagining the sort of drama there would be if these two were lovers.
Corrin: I see.
Nina: Right? Of course, Horst really loves the helmet, but he isn't good at expressing it. Can't you just feel the chemistry between these two? Major sparks!
Corrin: Um, Nina?
Nina: Oh, you're still here?
Corrin: Um, yes.
Nina: Yeesh. Don't you know how to take a hint and quietly leave? Either way, forget everything I said. Promise me you will. Unless...you want to feature in my next daydream. Heehee.
Corrin: I still don't understand what I just walked in on...
Corrin: Nina, what's wrong? You look upset.
Nina: Well, I am! And whose fault do you think that is?
Corrin: Well, based on your tone...I'm guessing mine. But why?
Nina: Don't play dumb. You must think I'm such a disgusting weirdo with a weirdo hobby.
Corrin: Weirdo hobby? Oh, you mean the gauntlet and helmet puppets.
Nina: Exactly. But what am I supposed to do? I'd rather manipulate real people, but... for SOME reason, that's frowned upon. You think this is funny, right? Go ahead— laugh away...
Corrin: Actually, Nina, I find it oddly charming. Your imagination is so vivid—giving these inanimate objects such interesting lives. Thanks to you, Horst the helmet and, uh, Ms. Gauntlet will be so happy.
Nina: First of all, Horst is the gauntlet. And who said anything about "Ms." anything?
Corrin: I-I'm sorry?
Nina: Well, are you or aren't you? Are you asking me?
Corrin: I am sorry that I misremembered Horst. But, like I said, I don't find your hobby strange. Well, I mean, it IS strange, but that's what makes it so interesting. I think our differences should be celebrated, not mocked.
Nina: So...you're not going to laugh at me?
Corrin: Of course not.
Nina: Well then...what would you think about playing this sort of game together?
Corrin: Oh, I'm not sure my imagination is up to the task.
Nina: Don't be silly! I'll give you lessons in pushing your imagination to the limits. Let's see... We should probably start simple. What can we use around here? Ah, look over there! A spoon and a vase. Begin by pretending they're in love.
Corrin: That's easy for you to say.
Nina: Well, you have to give them personalities. The vase seems like a fragile soul. And it's been in love with the spoon for a long, long time. Oh, when will the spoon wake up? Heehee!
Corrin: (I brought this upon myself...)
Nina: Corrin? What are you doing with that satchel?
Corrin: Hmm? Oh, I'm just trying to repair the buckle. And not having much luck.
Nina: That's a shame—the leather is gorgeous. Such a pretty object.
Corrin: I agree! I don't know if your puppeteering has influenced me, but... I've discovered a newfound appreciation for all kinds of material objects.
Nina: Aw, thanks for playing along with my silly hobby. Most people would just laugh. I'm glad you accept all my little quirks! Because I take them quite seriously.
Corrin: No need to thank me. It was just good fun.
Nina: There's more, though. My puppet fantasies do get a bit more complex. On the surface, it's your average gauntlet-helmet romance. But what if I told you that both of them were boys? Would you be scandalized?
Corrin: Hmm. Mr. Gauntlet and Mr. Helmet, eh? Well, I don't have a problem with that. It's still a love story, right?
Nina: Yes...a clandestine love story. Those are the kind that get my heart racing.
Corrin: Well...I guess that just goes to show how imaginative you really are.
Nina: Do you really mean that, Corrin? I was worried you'd want to stop daydreaming with me.
Corrin: No. I didn't quite understand the appeal at first... but I've come to truly enjoy our daydreaming sessions.
Nina: Oh, that makes me so happy! Maybe we can even take it to the next level...
Corrin: There's a next level?
Nina: Bwahaha! We're just scratching the surface, Corrin. Are you ready for some REAL fun?
Corrin: I...I think so?
Corrin: Nina. Do you have a moment?
Nina: Corrin? Of course! What's going on?
Corrin: There's something I want you to have.
Nina: Oh, a ring... It's pretty! But what's it for? Ooh, did you have a new role-playing scenario in mind for it?
Corrin: Er, yes, in a manner of speaking.
Nina: Yes! I can picture it. The ring is an earnest man who has lived his whole life in solitude. Nobody gets him. He's alone in the world. Each lonely morning leads to another lonely night...and breaks his heart ever so slowly. But then, one bright day, destiny takes him by the hand... and introduces him to...this wicker basket!
Corrin: That's...surprisingly accurate. But no, I had something slightly different in mind. I want to introduce the ring to your ring finger, Nina.
Nina: My ring finger? That doesn't really make sense.
Corrin: Nina...the young man you described... He's asking for your hand in marriage.
Nina: Are you serious? You want to marry ME?
Corrin: Yes. But perhaps I should offer a more formal proposal. Nina, would you do me the honor of giving me your hand in marriage?
Nina: Are you sure, Corrin? You know I'm not exactly...normal. I mean it. I'm giving you an out here. Just take a moment to rethink what you're doing. I won't be offended if you change your mind.
Corrin: It turns out that I love everything about you, Nina. So I won't take my propsal back. I'll reinforce it. Nina...marry me.
Nina: I will.
Corrin: I promise to look out for you for the rest of our lives.
Nina: I...I've never felt this way before. I couldn't have imagined that anyone would love me just the way I am. So...no more daydreaming for a while. Reality is so much sweeter.
Nina: My wildest dreams are coming to life! Let's see what the future holds...