Despair and Hope/Conversations

Merchant

Aimee: Well, hello... You must be the young commander I've heard so much about. My, and you are a young one, aren't you?
Ike: And you must be from the merchant caravan Titania told me about. The one that asked to travel with us?
Muston: Yep, that's us. It must have been fate that brought us all here together. If you'll offer us protection, we'll supply you with the provisions you require. At a reasonable price, of course. What do you say? It's for the greater good of us all, wouldn't you agree?
Ike: Well...it is a sound proposition.
Muston: Yes! Then we have an agreement. I'm the weapon merchant, Muston. I'll be sure to stock the weapons you prefer.
Aimee: And I am Aimee, a vendor of...various goods. I have a wide variety of items for sale. I hope you'll stop by soon.
Jorge: The name's Jorge. I buy things. Anything, really. You got any weapons or items you don't need, bring 'em to me.
Daniel: My name's Daniel. I'm a craftsman. I specialize in made-to-order items.
Muston: There's one last item to cover. If you'd like, we can also act as a storage warehouse of sorts, carrying your extra things. What do you think?
Ike: That would be fantastic. We recently left our stronghold, and I was afraid we'd have to carry our goods ourselves! I'm happy to take you up on your offer.
Muston: Very good. Well then, may our enterprise be profitable for us all.

Unknown

Ike: I hear someone... Is it coming from over here?
Titania: ...Ah...sniff... ...Why... Gre-Greil... Why? Why you? Why did you...have to...sniff... Sniff Why...?
Ike: ...

Rolf

Rolf: ...
Ike: What's going on, Rolf?
Rolf: Oh, Ike. If you're wondering about Mist, she just fell asleep.
Ike: Really? Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, Rolf.
Rolf: It's all right. I don't mind.
Ike: It's getting late. You should get yourself to bed.
Rolf: I will, but... Um...
Ike: What is it?
Rolf: Mist is just fine.
Ike: Hm?
Rolf: You're here, Ike. So she's fine. I mean, she's going to be just fine.
Ike: Huh?
Rolf: That's all! Well, good night.
Ike: Rolf... Thank you.

Boyd

Boyd: Hey! Working already, Ike? If you need any help, just let me know.
Ike: Boyd, how do you feel about this?
Boyd: About what?
Ike: About me being the new commander. Before, you hated the idea, right? So, I want to know the truth. Will you really take orders from me?
Boyd: Well...I know what you can do and what you can't... I don't know if I want you in charge if things get really dangerous. But on the other hand, this is what Commander Greil wanted... He had faith in you, and I've got faith in him.
Ike: ...
Boyd: The commander hired both Oscar and me. When our dad died, I was the one who had to care for baby Rolf... I had no clue what I was supposed to do. Oscar received a discharge from his military service and came home, but life was hard. That's when Commander Greil found us... He gave us jobs, a place to sleep, food on our plates... He gave us our lives back.
Ike: Boyd, you've all worked off any debt you may have owed him. You don't have any obligation to me.
Boyd: This isn't about obligations anymore. Commander Greil always said we were all part of one big family, didn't he? I'll do anything to protect my family... That's why you can always count on me.
Ike: I see.
Boyd: Anyway, that's all I wanted to say. But don't you ever try to hold us at arm's length. You got that?
Ike: Don't worry about that. I'm going to work you to the bone.
Boyd: Oh, really? I'll take whatever you can dish out! Try me!

Rhys

Ike: Rhys?
Rhys: Ike...
Ike: What were you doing?
Rhys: I was praying.
Ike: For my father?
Rhys: Yes. You see, the commander... He... He...
Ike: Rhys...
Rhys: I'm sorry... I know this must be... so much harder on you... Forgive me...
Ike: ...A long time ago, my father told me a story... It was about the dead... He said the more tears we shed...the more blessings they receive in the hereafter... I envy you, Rhys. For some reason, I can't seem to cry at all... Rhys, if you could, shed a tear for me, too. I'd be grateful.
Rhys: ...I-Ike. I would be honored.
Ike: ...Thanks, Rhys. Thanks for caring so much about my father...