This page contains all data pertaining to Laslow's supports in Fire Emblem Fates.
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.
Laslow: Aha! If it isn't the lovely Lady Corrin. I caught you, you incorrigible flirt!
Laslow: Were you not eyeing me just now? Perhaps admiring my flawless smile or my manly bearing?
Corrin: What? No, I was just walking by.
Laslow: Oh. 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, your beautifulness. Never wanted to hurl false accusations at such a vision of loveliness as yourself. Truth be told, I'm happy you weren't staring. It makes me uncomfortable. Anyways! Since we're both here, perhaps milady would like to join me for some tea?
Corrin: Ah...I guess I have time. Sure.
Laslow: You do?! You mean you accept? This is so unexpected! I'm not sure how to react. (Breathe, Laslow! Breathe!)
Corrin: ...On second thought, I think I'm busy. I have to...um, do...stuff. Royal stuff.
Laslow: Ah, there it is. Rejection, my dear old friend…
Corrin: You poor thing. ...Now, if you don't mind, I'll be on my way. Bye!
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? Perhaps...over a cup of tea?
Laslow: Yeesh. Tough crowd. Very well, then. I relent. For now! 'Til our paths cross again, milady!
Corrin: Phew. He's quite the character, isn't he?
Laslow: We meet again!
Corrin: Hello, Laslow.
Laslow: We really must quit meeting like this! Unless... Perhaps it's fate? Yes, I hear it now! The very stars whisper our names, my sweet!
Corrin: Must you do this every time? We see each other every day.
Laslow: Hm. 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! Speaking of which, I have a gift for you, milady.
Corrin: Oh. What is it?
Laslow: It's a special salve with unique restorative powers.
Corrin: Really? Wow! Thank you so much! It looks expensive. 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. And the next, they're gone. And you realize that you will never see them again.
Laslow: Hm? Oh! Haha. Silly me. My apologies, milady. 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, Lady Corrin?
Corrin: I suppose I have—Oh. I see what you're doing. You can't trick me that easily! I think I'll pass. Thanks.
Laslow: You wound me, milady. 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 very much.
Laslow: Yes, my dove?
Corrin: How many women have you used these same lines on today?
Laslow: You would be the eighth, milady.
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, milady.
Corrin: Heehee. Farewell then, Laslow.
Laslow: Lady 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 tea 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 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 this way, it would be silly of me to reject you.
Laslow: Thank you, Lady 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 much harder to let go. I never thought about it much before, but now it's always on my mind.
Laslow: Milady, 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, Lady Corrin.
Corrin: I'm glad I was able to meet you as well, Laslow. I'm sure all of the others feel the same.
Laslow: Thank you. Now! Enough of this dreary philosophizing. Shall we treat ourselves to tea now?
Corrin: Of course! After you, good sir.
Corrin: Hello, Laslow.
Laslow: Lady Corrin. We meet again. Well, this puts me on the spot. What should I do now?
Corrin: Is something wrong?
Laslow: It hurts, is all. It hurts so much, I feel my chest will burst. If only our paths would never cross again...
Corrin: What? Are you angry with me? Did I do something to hurt you at tea?
Laslow: No... You haven't done a single thing wrong, milady. Our teatime was amazing. A revelation, even. My heart can't help but dance when you are by my side. But it also cries in pain at the same time.
Corrin: Why?! What's wrong?
Laslow: I'm terribly sorry. But I believe I've fallen in love with you, Lady Corrin.
Corrin: Y-you're joking!
Laslow: Would that I were, love. But lately I find myself staying up all night thinking of you. I wish I could just turn my feelings off, but I cannot. Nor can I ignore them. It was all I could do to just keep from telling you until now.
Corrin: I never imagined—
Laslow: But I did, milady. I imagined we would spend a long and happy life together. But I know it is a foolish dream.
Corrin: Why do you say that?
Laslow: Because meeting requires parting. And one day I would have to part from you. No matter how much I wish otherwise, when this war is over, we too shall...Well, anyways.
Corrin: Laslow, if I were to go somewhere far away, what would you do?
Laslow: I'd feel incredibly lonely without you.
Corrin: Is that all? You wouldn't try to come with me?
Laslow: Of course I would! Say the word, and I will follow you anywhere!
Corrin: Perfect. Then you will understand when I say that I would do the same for you. So if you must leave when this war ends...it doesn't matter. Wherever you go, I will go also. After all...I love you.
Laslow: Lady Corrin! Thank you. You've no idea how much it means to me to hear you say that.
Corrin: Now, no more talk about us parting, all right?
Laslow: Of course. We will always be together from here on out. I hope you're ready for that.
Corrin: As long as you're ready to give up flirting with other girls.
Laslow: Will you accept this ring?
Corrin: Of course! What a beautiful blue stone. I'll wear it always. Thank you. I suppose the next thing to do is go talk with Xander.
Corrin: What do you mean, "huh"? If we're going to be wed, my brother must be told.
Laslow: I suppose you're right. Oh gods, what am I going to do? Lord Xander is going to kill me.
Corrin: Don't worry. He won't kill you. Probably.
Laslow: *sigh* The things one does for love...This reminds me though. Lady Corrin, I have a request. There are some people I'd like for you to meet as well. People from a place I once called home. They'll love you. I know it. I want more than anything to laugh and smile with them once more…
Corrin: I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. Where did you say they were?
Laslow: Never mind. It's not important right now! We'll talk about it some other time, though. I promise.
Laslow: I love you, and only you. Your smiles makes life worth living. I promise to keep you safe... and I swear, I'll stay by your side, always.
Laslow: *sigh* No luck today, either…
Felicia: Oh, hi there, Laslow. How was your day? Did you get to chat with any ladies?
Laslow: I did...but things didn't go quite as well as I'd hoped.
Felicia: Oh! Well, that's too bad...
Laslow: Felicia...I know you don't mean that. You're smiling from ear to ear...
Felicia: Heehee. So you saw straight through me then, huh?
Laslow: Well, you didn't exactly make it difficult.
Felicia: Haha! I guess not. I'm sorry, Laslow. I guess I'm just a little jealous of you.
Laslow: Jealous of me? Why?
Felicia: You're so unafraid to talk to strangers. I've always wished I was better at that.
Laslow: Really? That's actually a bit surprising. You don't seem all that shy to me.
Felicia: It's true. For the longest time, I served <Lord/Lady> Corrin in the Northern Fortress. So I never really had to talk to strangers much...especially not without Flora.
Laslow: I see. Well, in that case, I've got an idea.
Felicia: I'm not sure I like the sound of this...
Laslow: Haha, don't worry! I'm just going to train you in the art of gab! If you do everything I say, you'll be the best talker around in no time!
Felicia: Really? You think so? I'm a little bit nervous...but let's try!
Laslow: Of course! Just leave it to Laslow!
Felicia: No no no! No way! I'm not going to go out and flirt with random men!
Laslow: It'll be OK, Felicia. The hardest part is just saying hello! After that, you'll have them eating right out of your hand.
Felicia: No way! Absolutely not! Are you crazy? If this is the only way I can learn to talk to strangers, then forget about it! I'd rather be a hermit for the rest of my days!
Laslow: Felicia, listen. I used to be shy too. Shyer than you, even. But someone once told me that the best way to get over it was to flirt with girls. And thanks to that wise woman, I can now talk to anyone at all, no problem!
Felicia: But I wouldn't even know what to say...
Laslow: I think it would be a good start to ask if they'd like to get a cup of tea with you. It'll be easy! No man could resist a face as cute as yours!
Felicia: But if they don't, then I'll be in even more trouble! I didn't sign up to go on dates with a bunch of random men!
Laslow: Oh, come now. You just need to drink one cup, and then you can rush on back. Don't worry. I'll be watching over you the whole time.
Felicia: Ugh... Are you sure this is necessary?
Laslow: It is if you want to be a world-class charmer, like yours truly! It really isn't so bad. You'll be able to look back on this and chuckle in no time!
Laslow: Now, enough questions. All that's left is to actually give it a shot. Be brave! I believe in you!
Felicia: *inhale* *exhale* OK! I'm going!
Laslow: Attagirl! You can do it! ... A perfect approach! Very graceful. Not too fast, not too slow... Aaaaand she just walked on by. Hm, maybe she'll like the next one? Nope! She passed him too. Hm. If she keeps going like this, then I'm going to lose sight of her. Felicia! Where are you going?! Hey! Wait up! FELICIA!
Felicia: Hey, Laslow. I'm sorry about the other day. I shouldn't have run off like that.
Laslow: Ahahaha, think nothing of it! You're a very fast runner though, you know that?
Felicia: Oh, yes. But...I'm still terrible at talking to new people.
Laslow: Oh, well. Maybe it's just not for you?
Felicia: I don't know. Maybe I should have tried harder. Or talked to at least one person. I mean, you took the time to take me to town, and coach me, and encourage me...
Laslow: No, I'm the one who should be sorry. I should have thought up a lesson plan better suited to you.
Felicia: I did learn something from all this, though. You're a very brave person, Laslow. It takes a lot of courage to talk to someone you've never met before.
Laslow: Ahaha! Oh, no. That's just how I have fun!
Felicia: You can't fool me. I know it can't always be easy. Especially when you were new to it.
Laslow: Well, I must admit, I'm quite flattered by your praise. Perhaps you'd like to join me for tea?
Felicia: Heehee, are you flirting with ME now?
Laslow: Ha ha! I suppose you could say that, yes. So what do you say? At the very least, it would be good practice, right? And I'm sure you'd find it much easier to talk with me than with a total stranger.
Felicia: I suppose you're right! We wouldn't even have to go out anywhere! I'm a maid, after all. I can brew us up a fine pot of tea. Just you wait!
Laslow: That sounds divine. Thank you, Felicia!
Felicia: You're welcome! Let me just grab some cups and saucers and a teapot and... KYAAAAAH!
Laslow: Felicia, are you all right?!
Felicia: I'm OK. How about you? Are you hurt?
Laslow: No, I managed to dodge it. I must say, I'm a little impressed. Not many people could knock over a statue with a tea saucer, even on purpose. Here now, let's clean all this up. I'll give you a hand.
Felicia: Thank you...
Laslow: Oh! The cups are all shattered. I suppose tea will have to wait until another day.
Felicia: Oh, Laslow. I'm so sorry. Maybe it really is impossible for me to have tea with someone.
Laslow: Nonsense. I'm willing to give it another try anytime you wish.
Felicia: Thanks, Laslow. I'll take you up on that offer!
Laslow: Hey, Felicia! What can I do for you?
Felicia: W-would you, um, I mean... Would you... maybe you'd like...togetsometeawithme?
Felicia: I said...would you like to get some tea with me?
Laslow: Of course! But why are you getting so flust— Um, Felicia... Are you...are you trying to ask me out?
Felicia: I don't know! Maybe! Yes! Probably!
Laslow: Well, this is a surprise! I never dreamed you'd want to go out with little old me.
Felicia: It's just, it seemed like such a shame that we couldn't have tea the other day. And ever since then, I couldn't stop thinking about how nice it would be.
Laslow: I felt the same way! I kept thinking about how delightful it would be.
Felicia: Really? It makes me so happy to hear you say so. I don't know what I would have done if you had said no!
Laslow: I would never reject an invitation from you, my dear Felicia.
Felicia: That's very nice of you to say, Laslow, but it does make me wonder... What if another girl invited you?
Felicia: I mean if another girl were here and invited you to tea right now... What would you do?
Laslow: Ah...I guess I would probably—
Felicia: You'd probably suggest that we all get tea together, right? But...that's not what I want. I want you to just have tea with me. Because I...I like you—
Laslow: STOP RIGHT THERE! I must tell you something, Felicia. The truth is, I'm happy you feel that way. I don't want to have tea with anyone else. I love you, Felicia.
Felicia: Do you really mean that? That's not just a line you use on all the girls?
Laslow: I mean it. I promise. I wouldn't say that to anyone else. Spending all this time with you, trying to coach you and help you talk to others... I've come to realize that you're the only one I want. I find your clumsiness adorable and your earnestness and honesty remarkable. But...I figured you would never want to be with a flirt like myself.
Felicia: Of course I want to be with you! But I certainly expect you to stop going on dates with other women...
Laslow: Of course. I promise, you will be the only woman in my life as long as we're together!
Felicia: Well, then, that's all settled. Shall we go to tea, my love?
Laslow: Of course, my darling! After you!
Laslow: Well, I think that's enough dance practice for one night! I better get some sleep. Now I just need to sneak back before anyone sees me…
Laslow: ...AHHHHH! Lady Azura?! Is that you? ...I thought you were a spy sneaking into our camp!
Azura: Laslow? My goodness! You startled me!
Laslow: Forgive me, milady! But where is your escort? Surely you're not out here alone!
Azura: Don't be silly. I see you're by yourself. It can't be THAT dangerous.
Laslow: Yes, but you're a woman and a princess. I'm sure our enemies would love to kidnap a member of the royal family!
Azura: I see. Well, I was having trouble sleeping. What's your excuse? You like to use these evening hours for your secret dance practice, don't you?
Laslow: What?! How do you know? You haven't been watching me, have you?
Azura: Would that be so bad?
Laslow: Well, it's a little embarrassing! Next time, you should announce yourself.
Azura: I'm sorry. I wasn't spying on you on purpose. I didn't expect you to be there!
Laslow: All right. ... Well, now that you've seen me, I may as well ask. What did you think?
Azura: Honestly, I could watch you for hours.
Laslow: Really? I'm flattered! So would you care to join me for a cup of tea? We can continue getting acquainted.
Azura: It's a little late for that. Don't you think? Everyone else is asleep!
Laslow: Why, yes. I suppose you're right. Breakfast then? We can watch the sun rise together!
Azura: I think we both know you're hoping for more than a cup of tea. Please, excuse me.
Laslow: Wait! Lady Azura, at least let me escort you home! It could be dangerous!
Azura: You are the ocean's gray waves... ♪
Laslow: Did I interrupt you? Forgive me, but from over here, it looked like you were dancing.
Azura: My mother taught me a few steps. A good singer must understand dance as well.
Laslow: I had no idea your mother danced. What a coincidence! My mother taught me too.
Azura: Well, you certainly inherited her grace. You have such a lovely, fluid quality... But there's a hint of sadness too. I almost feel as though you are mourning for her.
Laslow: You can tell all that just from my dancing?
Azura: Music and dance never lie. I don't mean to offend you, but sometimes, I don't think you're entirely truthful.
Laslow: What?! You're calling me a liar?
Azura: Yes, but let me explain! I've seen you dance in front of the others before... You have great technique, but your dancing lacked the passion I saw the other night. Now that I've seen you dance in private, I know you've been holding back.
Laslow: I thought you would understand. I get nervous dancing in front of other people.
Azura: This may sound harsh, but dancing like that is unfair to your audience! Practice in secret all you want, but when you step on stage, you're there for them! You must dance with confidence so they can carry your strength into battle.
Laslow: I never thought of it that way.
Azura: Well, you should. Now if you'll excuse me...
Laslow: Lady Azura, please...wait!
Laslow: Lady Azura, I've looked everywhere for you! Did you see me dancing today?
Azura: Yes! At first, I didn't even recognize you. You looked so strong and confident!
Laslow: I remembered what you said and tried to channel my inner Azura.
Azura: Well, your passion was contagious. We could all feel it.
Laslow: It's all thanks to your advice, milady.
Azura: Actually, I wanted to apologize about that. I think I was a little harsh.
Laslow: You were extremely harsh, but everything you said was true.
Azura: I didn't tell you this, but I used to get stage fright. My mother was so talented... I knew I'd never measure up! I always worried people would make fun of me.
Laslow: Really? I had no idea.
Azura: One day, Queen Mikoto pulled me aside. She told me my voice was beautiful. I could either learn to sing with confidence, or I could waste my talent being afraid. That was a turning point for me. I decided to be brave every time I stepped on stage.
Laslow: I hope I can perform with such power one day.
Azura: Power? What do you mean?
Laslow: Your voice has a special power. Out on the battlefield, you inspire the soldiers. When you sing, you give them strength and encourage them to keep fighting! My mother was the same way. When she danced, she gave everyone courage.
Azura: I'm afraid you're wrong. My power comes from this pendant. It's not me.
Laslow: Hmm. I find that hard to believe.
Azura: Well, if you keep dancing like you did today, everyone will be asking you to dance.
Laslow: I promise to save a dance for you, milady.
Azura: I wouldn't mind taking you up on that offer right now. What if I sing and you dance?
Laslow: I would love that, milady. You shall be my inspiration.
Azura: ...And you shall be my muse!
Laslow: Lady Azura, is that you? Were you spying on my dance practice again?
Azura: I'm so sorry. I couldn't help myself. You were mesmerizing.
Laslow: Thank you. That's kind of you to say.
Azura: There's a glow about you. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were in love.
Laslow: Uh...no! Where'd you get that idea?
Azura: Oh. It's nothing. There's a sensitivity to your dancing now... It seemed as though you were thinking of someone special. You can tell me... Perhaps I could put in a good word for you with the lady in question.
Laslow: For someone so in tune with everyone else's emotions, you sure can be oblivious!
Laslow: Milady, it was you. You're the person I was thinking about just now. I guess I'm not as good at conveying my emotions as I thought. *sigh* If you'll excuse me...clearly, I need more practice!
Azura: Wait. Don't go, Laslow!
Azura: What did you mean?! You were thinking of me?
Laslow: Milady, I mean exactly that. I'm in love with you, but it's pointless. You're a princess, and I am nothing! That's why I can only love you from afar.
Azura: Well, now you're the one being oblivious!
Azura: There aren't many people I can talk to about music or singing or dance... ...Let alone perform with! I thought we shared something special.
Laslow: I didn't realize our duet had such an impact on you.
Azura: Well, it did. I don't care if you're a prince or not, Laslow. I want to be with you.
Laslow: Really? Then will you accompany me again?
Azura: Nothing would make me happier. I'll sing with you in my thoughts...
Laslow: ...And I'll dance with you in my heart.
Azura: May our song never end!
Laslow: Hey! Hey, Mozu!
Mozu: Laslow? What the heck?
Laslow: Thank goodness someone showed up... I can finally go home!
Mozu: H-how come you're tied to that tree? Is this some kinda game you city folks play?
Laslow: If only... You see, I was having a pleasant cup of tea with a girl. Really hitting it off. But apparently, she'd drugged the tea, because I woke up as you see me now. *sigh* She stole my heart, and my coin pouch along with it...
Mozu: What?! People really do that? Mother was right when she warned me about city folk...
Laslow: On the bright side, I finally got to properly meet you, Mozu!
Mozu: That's one way to look at it, I guess... But, Laslow, you've gotta be more careful. With your wallet and your heart! Here, let me get you down.
Laslow: Thank you. So tell me, what brings you out here?
Mozu: Oh, I came to plant some trees. There was a little thicket by my old village. It was a good place for birds, and they sang all day long. I loved it there. I thought maybe it'd be nice if we had something like that here too.
Laslow: Huh! Mind if I take some of those saplings, in that case? I'll help you plant them as thanks for saving my hide.
Mozu: You're a sweet guy, Laslow. The way you chase girls, I always thought you might be kinda creepy.
Laslow: Haha, me? Creepy? Pshaw! I'm always sweet as can be to cute girls like you. I'd do anything to see you smile!
Mozu: Even if it means getting hog-tied to a tree?
Mozu: ...You're pretty cool, you know that?
Laslow: Do you think so? That's amazing. ... This is going to sound weird, but could you say it again?
Mozu: Huh? Why?
Laslow: Girls never say anything nice about me... I want to make sure I remember what this feels like. It'll take some of the sting out of losing all my money, that's for sure!
Mozu: O-OK. *ahem*... You're real cool, Laslow!
Laslow: Hey, Mozu.
Mozu: Look, Laslow... The saplings we planted together are all wilting.
Laslow: Hmm, so they are. Maybe I planted them wrong? I'm really sorry.
Mozu: No, it's not your fault. Look, you can see how the ones I planted are withered too. *sigh* Where did we go wrong...?
Mozu: Time was, when something like this happened, I'd ask the other farmers. But now they're all... I can't stand it...
Laslow: ... *sniff*
Mozu: Huh? What's wrong, Laslow? You look like you're about to cry...
Laslow: I know how you feel. I know so well, it hurts. I didn't want anyone to know this about me...
Laslow: When someone you've always been close to dies, it's more than you can take. Especially when you've lost your home and don't have anyone to talk to about it.
Mozu: Are you saying...that happened to you?
Laslow: Yes...or something like it, anyway. I know how it feels. That familiar ache... You can talk to me about it, if you want. I'll make time for you. I'd hate to see you try to go through something like this alone.
Laslow: Heh, I mean, I'll never say no to talking to a pretty girl. So get it all off your chest. Keep talking until you feel your smile coming back.
Mozu: Thank you...
Mozu: Hey, Laslow! Look! The trees that wilted are getting better!
Laslow: Good...all your hard work is paying off.
Mozu: My hard work? Don't you mean yours?
Laslow: Who, me? I just lent an ear when you needed one. I didn't do all this.
Mozu: I wasn't born yesterday, Laslow. Every time we were finished talking, you pretended to go home... But really, you came back here to lay fertilizer and water the trees.
Laslow: Y-you knew?!
Mozu: Yep. And I know that much fertilizer doesn't come cheap. I know money's tight for you right now, but you still spent every last dime... Thank you, Laslow.
Laslow: Well, this is awkward, isn't it?
Mozu: I know you don't like folks to know much about you. But if you ever want to chew the rag, you can talk to me anytime. I'll listen to whatever you have to say.
Laslow: Much appreciated. But I'm all right.
Mozu: Do you not trust me to keep it quiet?
Laslow: No, no. I trust you. But what kind of man would I be to complain about my problems? It's just not cool.
Mozu: Where the heck did you get that idea? It's not uncool to air out your troubles. You worked hard to get to where you are. And you're real cool, Laslow. I guarantee you! Whatever anyone else says, I think you're the best warrior ever!
Laslow: A real cool warrior, huh? ... You know...that actually does cheer me up, haha. When I hear it coming from you, I feel like maybe it's true!
Mozu: Attaboy! And a real cool warrior like you can tell me anything.
Laslow: Then I will. It'll be an honor to spill my problems to you. You're a true friend, Mozu. Thanks for all your help.
Mozu: Same to you, Laslow.
Mozu: Hi, Laslow. What's up?
Laslow: Well... I have something to confess. ... It's started sprouting.
Mozu: What has?
Laslow: Um...my feelings.
Mozu: Say what? ... Did someone spike your drink again?
Laslow: ... What?
Laslow: Why does it always go like this for me...? Uh, sorry. I got embarrassed, and what I wanted to say came out weird. The truth is, I've been wanting to tell you this for a while... But I had to wait for these flowers to bloom first. So here you go.
Mozu: Wow! What a pretty bouquet! Say...I know these flowers... They only grow in my village. And only at this time of year, too...
Laslow: Yep. I mean, you knew that, of course. Just like you probably know this kind of flower represents a deep love. I heard your village had a tradition of giving them as a gift during a proposal.
Mozu: You heard right, but... Wait...
Laslow: The whole time I've been seeing you, I was secretly studying gardening. I waited for these flowers to bloom so I could make this bouquet to give you...
Mozu: Wow... So...
Laslow: That's right. Mozu, will you marry me?
Mozu: Oh my gosh! This isn't a trick, right?
Laslow: I love you, Mozu. I want to stand by your side and support you in everything you do. I know I'm no replacement for the family you lost... But maybe we can make a new one together.
Mozu: This isn't how I thought today would go when I woke up... I'd be happy to marry you. I want you as part of my family, too.
Laslow: I can't wait to join. Although...I might have to go back to my own world someday. So if that happens...
Mozu: Go back? You mean like to Nohr? I don't see why that'd matter. If you care about me, it's just good sense that I'd care about you too. That's what marriage is.
Laslow: Thank you, Mozu... Man! Now that that's decided, there's so much for us to do! Why don't we sit down over some tea and have a long talk about it?
Mozu: That's what I like to hear!
Elise: No, that won't be any fun either. I wonder what I'm missing...
Laslow: And one! And two! And pirouette!
Elise: Laslow? What's he doing?
Laslow: And three! And four! And plié!
Elise: Hey, Laslow! Whatcha up to?
Laslow: GAAAAH! L-Lady Elise?!
Elise: What's with all this "one-two-fancyword" stuff? Are you trying to come up with a new game too?
Laslow: A new game? No, I'm not playing around.
Elise: Huh? Then why are you spinning around out here all by yourself?
Laslow: I was practicing my dancing. It's... something I'd rather keep a secret. Would you do that for me?
Elise: Yeah, sure! Dancing, you say... Oh! That's it! That's what it's missing!
Laslow: Lady Elise?
Elise: Thanks, Laslow! You're a lifesaver!
Laslow: I'm...not exactly sure what I did, but you're welcome all the same. Say, perhaps our meeting here today was destiny... How about, to celebrate, the two of us go get a cup of tea and—
Elise: Sorry, Laslow, I'm too busy. Bye!
Laslow: Huh. I wonder what that was all about...
Elise: Heya, Laslow! Thanks for coming!
Laslow: Of course. What do you require of me, milady?
Elise: So, I've been trying to come up with a new game everyone can play together. But it was missing something... Then I saw you dancing, and it hit me! What my game needed was some of that shimmy-shake stuff to spice it up! You see where I'm going with this, right?
Laslow: Not really, no.
Elise: Do I have to spell it out for you? I want to add your dance moves to my game! See, I'm coming up with a superspecial version of tag. But instead of running, you have to dance while you chase people! So! I need you to teach me how to dance.
Laslow: ...I see.
Elise: So what are you waiting for? Go on and get to teaching, Teach!
Laslow: I'm afraid my style of dancing really isn't worth teaching you, milady. I'm mostly self-taught. My style lacks the formality suited to one of your station.
Elise: I don't mind! In fact, that's exactly the sort of thing I want! I want it to be fun, not all stuffy and courtly.
Laslow: Oh? Then I would be honored to show you my moves. Let's begin with some footwork.
Laslow: So that about covers the basic steps. Give it a try.
Elise: Um...like this?
Laslow: Hmm. Not quite. More like this.
Elise: Ohhhhh... So like this?
Laslow: No, still not quite...
Elise: Aw. I give up! I was never any good at dancing anyway.
Elise: Besides, I don't need to actually dance myself. I can just be the referee. You can be in charge of all the dancing! You don't mind teaching everyone, right?
Laslow: What?! You want me to be a part of the game now?
Laslow: I don't know... I think I'd be too embarrassed...
Elise: Aw, don't say that. You've got to do it! For everyone! Think of it as a privilege!
Laslow: OK, I suppose. For you, I'll give it a shot...
Elise: Woohoo! Our test run went perfectly. "Love Tag" is ready for showtime!
Laslow: "Love Tag"?! Pardon me, Lady Elise, but exactly what kind of game is this? I thought it was just like normal tag, but with dancing...
Elise: Oh, silly you! You still have so much to learn. Dancing and chasing is just for kids! My game needed some more spice. The point of the game isn't really just to tag someone. It's to show off your skills!
Laslow: But my dances are for art! They're not meant to be...enticing. Not like that!
Elise: Oh? This coming from the guy who spends half his waking hours chasing girls? What's wrong with encouraging a little romance around here? This little game of mine will have couples popping up all over the army! It'll make everyone happier! Plus, we'll all fight harder if it's for someone we love!
Laslow: I guess that's a good point. Sort of.
Elise: It really is!
Laslow: *sigh* You certainly have some odd ideas. Though I guess war is as good a time as any to find love. Isn't that right, milady?
Elise: Yup! I'm just glad I finally figured out how to make the game work. I had a lot of trouble thinking of something romantic. I don't know many boys... But you hang out with girls all the time! And you dance! So that must be the key. Anyway, c'mon! We should go tell everyone about our new game!
Laslow: Er, just a moment. This game is supposed to help people attract partners, correct? If so, I should warn you... I'm not very successful on that front.
Laslow: In fact, if anything, most women seem to dislike me...
Elise: Haha! You kidder! I see you talking with beautiful women all the time.
Laslow: Well, yes, but that's because I go up to them. They don't usually respond well...
Elise: What?! But our game—
Laslow: Yes. There's a teensy-weensy chance everyone will be repulsed by each other.
Elise: Awww... And here I thought my idea was finally perfect.
Laslow: Apologies, milady. I would have said something sooner had I known. Though I must admit, I'm relieved I don't need to teach everyone to dance now.
Elise: What? You're not getting off that easy! We're sticking to the plan!
Laslow: We are? But why?
Elise: Well, we've come this far! No sense in giving up without trying, right? Besides, I don't think it's your dance moves that the girls hate. It's probably just your personality!
Elise: Laslow! The game was a huge hit! And it's all thanks to you!
Laslow: It went well, didn't it?
Elise: You were perfect! Everyone told me they were having the best time!
Laslow: I'm glad...but it was a little embarrassing for me.
Elise: Why? You were the best dancer-tagger out there.
Laslow: Well, everyone there already seemed to have eyes for someone else! I was one of the only ones dancing who left without a date.
Elise: Yeah, true. I see how that would be embarrassing. But don't feel bad! I think it's just because you were helping me run the game. I mean, I was the referee, so I didn't get a date either. Though I guess I wasn't dancing like you...
Laslow: Would you play Love Tag with me if you knew how to dance?
Elise: Of course!
Laslow: Truly? Cross your heart?
Elise: Of course! Why are you making it sound like such a big— Wait. Laslow...you don't mean...
Laslow: I do. I would be very much honored if you would accompany me on a date, milady. I am...quite fond of you.
Elise: Since when? I had no idea! What do you like about me anyway?! I'm not all that mature...and I don't have a figure like Camilla's...
Laslow: Please, you needn't compare yourself to your sister. You're your own woman. And you have a kind, generous heart. You work so hard just to make others happy. Just think of all the effort you put into making that game for everyone!
Elise: You really think all those nice things about me? That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me!
Laslow: I'm glad to hear it. But I'm not saying it just to flatter you. It's true.
Elise: I guess it's my turn, huh? I like you too, Laslow. In fact, every time I see you dance, I can't help but think you're amazing. You're so talented! And of all the people playing Love Tag, you were the best.
Elise: So I guess this means we both like each other! Whoa!
Laslow: I suppose it does. It seems Love Tag was a resounding success.
Elise: Totally! But don't think this means you don't have to teach me how to dance! I promise not to give up this time!
Laslow: Whatever you want, my love.
Effie: 1,203! 1,204! *huff*
Laslow: Oh, Effie. Sorry to bother you, but are you terribly deep into your workout?
Effie: 1,205! 1,206! *huff* *huff*
Laslow: Er...Effie? Perhaps I'm not speaking quite loudly enough...
Effie: Laslow? What is it?
Laslow: Ah, hello there! I was just wondering if you needed help with anything. If so, I'm at your service!
Effie: Help? No...I'm pretty sure that I actually have to do the workout myself... If I want to gain any strength from it. Now, if you'll excuse me...
Laslow: Oh, please. Surely I can assist you in some way. Ah, perhaps I can count repetitions!
Effie: As you wish. I'm doing 2,000 push-ups, and I believe I'm on number 1,207.
Laslow: Two THOUSAND? Gods, that sounds tremendously boring. On second thought...perhaps I could simply offer you a lesson in sparring. What say you? Up for a tussle?
Effie: Now you're talking! I'm always looking for new sparring partners. Shall we use weapons or practice hand-to- hand combat?
Laslow: I will leave it to the lady to decide, naturally.
Effie: OK, let's work on grappling techniques. Let me demonstrate a move I've been working on...HRAH!
Laslow: You...you just annihilated that training dummy! Were you planning on using this technique on me?
Effie: I never hold anything back in training. How else am I supposed to progress? Plus, I didn't finish my push-ups...so I have a bit of extra energy to burn off, I suppose.
Laslow: Riiiiight. You know, I just remembered something Lord Xander asked of me. I'm afraid we'll have to reschedule.
Effie: Gah! Another potential sparring partner, scared away... Oh well. 1,207! 1,208! 1,209! *huff* *huff*
Laslow: Cheers, Effie! Hey, sorry for bothering you during your workout the other day. I made sure to wait until you finished today before bothering you. Ha! Anyway, I was wondering if you'd be interested in a spot of tea?
Effie: Not right now, Laslow. I'm right in the middle of my regimen.
Laslow: In the MIDDLE? I've been watching you do chin-ups for almost two hours!
Effie: It's never enough for me. If I'm to protect Lady Elise from the horrors of this world... Wait, you've been WHAT?
Laslow: Oh, I've just been making the rounds, chatting up a few friends. Anyway, I've walked past this spot a few times, and you're always doing chin-ups! In any case, I admire your dedication. But surely all this effort works up an appetite...
Effie: Now that you mention it...I am a little hungry.
Laslow: Right? That's what I thought. One mustn't neglect proper fueling for peak fitness! So, why don't you take a break and have some lunch with me? I know a number of secluded locations that would be perfect for an intimate meal...
Effie: Well... Are they far from here? I wouldn't want my heart rate to drop too much...
Laslow: Oh, I think it's likely your heart will be aflutter the whole time...
Effie: You know...on second thought...I really ought to finish my routine first. But I assure you, my appetite will be insatiable afterward!
Laslow: Are we talking about food? Or something far more interesting? Aw, there you go doing chin-ups again. Well, I suppose I'll return in a few hours...
Effie: No, wait!
Effie: If you'd like, I COULD swap some of my chin-ups for a quick sparring session. Then I could wrap up my workout early, and we could go eat!
Laslow: Er...yes. That could be a thing that we do. Just some casual sparring, right?
Effie: Oh, gods no. Full contact. It's the only way to train! You're free, right? I mean, you had time for tea or lunch...
Laslow: Yes...yes, I suppose I am...
Effie: Excellent! Oh, to battle with a retainer of Lord Xander... I have so much to learn.
Laslow: Indeed. Let us just hope that you already know some resuscitation techniques...
Effie: Laslow...do you have a moment?
Laslow: For you, Effie? Of course. To what do I owe the pleasure?
Effie: Well...you really helped me out in that last battle. If it hadn't been for you, I...I'm not sure if I would have made it.
Laslow: Oh, please. It's nothing. You were doing admirably on your own. I merely saw an opportunity to lend some assistance and took it. All these battles can take their toll, so we've got to help each other when we can.
Effie: Well, I appreciate it. And I'm sorry for being somewhat...aloof...before.
Laslow: Apology accepted. But what's come over you?
Effie: Well, you know... You have a bit of a reputation. With women.
Effie: But I realized that you really must care about me! You were so selfless in battle. If only there were some way I could repay you...
Laslow: Aha! There is. Just have lunch with me. We can have a pleasant chat.
Effie: That's it? Well, that sounds fun.
Laslow: Splendid! Oh, there is one small condition. No push-ups during lunch!
Effie: Push-ups during lunch? Please! Everyone knows that the optimal time to refuel is AFTER a workout. Preferably with a 4-to-1 carbohydrate-to- protein ratio, of course!
Laslow: Er, of course. Wait, what's a carbohydrate? I mean, never mind. Boy, you sure do take your training seriously.
Effie: Well, of course I do! I live to protect. My duty to Lady Elise comes first.
Laslow: I see. You know, I find that admirable. I really do.
Effie: I'm glad you can see it from my perspective. And speaking of working out—
Laslow: You've got to get back to it. Understood.
Effie: Thank you, Laslow. And we'll have that lunch soon, I promise.
Laslow: Effie! How wonderful to bump into you. In fact, I was just thinking about you.
Effie: Oh, hello, Laslow. I was just thinking about...burpees.
Laslow: Yes...well, anyway. I had a great time the other day. Thank you for the company.
Effie: Oh, sure. I'm glad you had a good time!
Laslow: And...I wanted to give you something. A small thank-you.
Effie: Oh, flowers! They're beautiful!
Laslow: Indeed! But...look under that large petal there...
Effie: There's a note... Should I read it right now?
Laslow: Er, yes...that was my intention...
Effie: "I will always love you." ...
Laslow: Effie... Will you marry me?
Effie: Laslow! Are you being serious right now?
Laslow: I am. I've never met anyone like you, and believe me, I've met plenty of women. No, that didn't come out right! What I'm trying to say is... I've never met anyone as dedicated and selfless as you. You've inspired me!
Laslow: None of us knows what's going to happen in the future. So why not seize the opportunity for a little happiness while we can? I'll ask again... Effie, will you marry me?
Effie: Yes. Yes, I will. I have to admit, I had my reservations about you when we first met. But I've come to realize that you're a kindhearted, wonderful person. I...I love you, too.
Laslow: Really? You mean it?
Effie: There's just one thing you should know...
Effie: I know you enjoy chatting up pretty girls. And that's OK. In fact, spending time on your own pursuits is a part of any healthy relationship. I too will spend a lot of time with Lady Elise.
Laslow: Of course...
Effie: Just see to it that chatting is as far as it goes, OK? Otherwise...who knows what could happen?
Laslow: I think I have a pretty good idea what could happen. But you have nothing to worry about. From now on, I'm all yours, Effie.
Odin: Now I, Odin Dark, shall unlock the eighth scroll, calling forth the fivefold fires! Eternal embers of the soulrealms, rise up from your slumber and consume my foes! KABOOM! KAPOW! "Aiiieeee! Not that, Odin! Anything but thaaa— FWOOM!" Heh. Pathetic. Did nobody ever teach you to be afraid of...the Dark?
Laslow: Odin? Are you still not through yet? You've been at it for hours!
Odin: Ha! Do not feign surprise. I know you were spying on me. As my archrival, you hunger for my secrets and watch in hopes of learning them. You...Laslow of the Azure Skies!
Laslow: I think I prefer "Indigo." Can we make it "Indigo Skies"? In any case, why are you still engaged in such foolishness? It's as childish as ever, and you're not getting any younger, my friend.
Odin: Fie and vexations upon you! I am no child! I am a conjurer of...conjurings! Er, wait. No. That isn't right. Let me try again. *ahem* You'd best watch your tone. I prey upon fools' blood, and you've an overabundance. (NAILED IT!)
Laslow: Ugh, it's no use. You're even worse than before. I suppose I'll just have to tell Lord Leo you skipped training today. Again. Such a shame. You look terrible in irons.
Odin: H-hey! Wait up! Come on, Laslow! Think this through!
Laslow: What is there to think through? You are failing in your duties as retainer. I'm afraid I've no choice but to report you.
Odin: I see. How dutiful and virtuous you are. Yes, a man of your integrity would never object to my telling Lord Xander anything. Particularly not about his irreproachable retainer skipping training to flirt with girls? I'd say it's been one...two...three—oh no! It's been every day this week, in fact! Scandalous!
Laslow: Wha— You wouldn't dare!
Odin: Then swear upon your sword you won't report me to Lord Leo!
Laslow: ...Fine. Maybe we should both just get some training done today. Say, how about we have a quick round? It's been a while.
Odin: Very well, but you will regret those words. Prepare yourself for the void! ...Heh. It really has been a while. Feels just like old times, doesn't it? It's as though we've gone back in time.
Laslow: Yeah, it really does feel that way... Hm, I wonder where everyone is? All our old friends, I mean...
Odin: Probably having a bunch of feasts and fun and forgetting all about us.
Odin: I'm joking! It's a joke! You've gotta learn to relax more, buddy. Now, come on! Today is a special day. For today you learn what "wrath" means! I unveil to you the forbidden tome: Genealogy of the Infinite Pain! It'll hurt so bad, your grandchildren will be wincing years after your death!
Laslow: I see. Then I suppose it is time to stop kidding around. I will unveil a secret dueling form, derived from the ancient scrolls of the masters. I give you the Sacred Dance of the Mystic Blade!
Odin: No... Can it be?!
Laslow: Yes! Bow before the Sacred Dance of the Mystic Blade!
Odin: So...I see you've come to understand the importance of secret techniques.
Laslow: Verily! I learned it from the teachings of the sage Hyoo-Moring Yor Frends.
Odin: Very good! I expect no less from Laslow of the Azure Skies! Now, taste my vengeance!
Laslow: Let us begin, Odin Dark!
Odin: Hail, friend! Our last sparring match was quite something. Your Sacred Dance of the Mystic Blade was quite impressive. Perhaps we should begin charging others to watch the spectacle. We could even get costumes! What do you think, Laslow of the Azure Skies?
Laslow: Laslow of the Azure Skies...
Odin: Hm? Are you displeased with your epithet? I shall ponder another, then. But first I must away to my chamber of nominal contemplations...
Laslow: No, that's not it. Something just struck me, all of a sudden. The name "Laslow." It's so familiar now...
Odin: It makes sense. It's been a long time since you've answered to another name. The same goes for Selena and myself. It's hard to fathom, isn't it?
Laslow: Heh. You were hopeless at first. Always saying our old names. Yet you seem to keep track of all those weapon and attack names, no problem. Any reason these ones tripped you up?
Odin: Hey! It was the first time I'd ever had to change my name. I eventually learned. After all, if someone had heard me slip up, it would have aroused suspicion. I couldn't risk us losing our positions as retainers. Our mission was at stake. We must remain close to these people. And so, yes, I eventually learned. It pains me to this day to know we flay our identities so carelessly.
Laslow: I assure you, whatever name we go by, our identities are as true as ever. It does feel strange, however...hiding these things from the others. Lord Xander and Lord Leo are good people. It's sad knowing we will have to part ways.
Odin: Yes. 'Tis almost enough to tempt one into staying, is it not?
Laslow: Yes... Almost... Odin...what are we doing? We should not be making friends with these people. It will only make leaving harder. And it will be hard enough as it is...
Odin: What's this? Sadness? What happened to that iron resolve of yours?
Laslow: It's fine! I'm not sad! It's just... it's been on my mind lately. Anyway, it's your fault for getting so serious all of a sudden.
Odin: Do not blame me for your own failing of courage, Laslow of the Azure Skies.
Laslow: I'm not blaming you, Odin. Perish the thought! I'm just saying you were being all mopey, and I felt I had to commiserate.
Odin: Mopey? Do you wish to start something?! I'll have you know this tome here contains a forbidden technique! It will turn your insides squishy and set your body aflame!
Laslow: Oho! I bet it doubles your lame factor too! Shall we test it out?
Laslow: Wait, what's that say? "Book of Dark Spell Names"?
Odin: No! Stop! Give it back!
Laslow: That's supposed to set me aflame? Curious. Very curious.
Odin: Do you have to look so smug all the time? Come on! Although I guess it's better than all the grimacing you were doing earlier... ...Heh. Just like old times again, eh? Seems to be happening a lot lately.
Laslow: Haha. I suppose it is. Except...
Laslow: Never mind. It's nothing. Oh! Look at the time! We should get going before we miss the war council.
Odin: Oh, you're right! Let's hurry!
Laslow: Hello, Odin.
Odin: What's wrong, Laslow? Has the darkness taken hold of you on this day?
Laslow: Odin... Do you think we're still the same people we were back in our time? I mean, how do we know our old memories are truly real?
Odin: What do you mean?
Laslow: I've just been thinking about it. We've been here for a long while now. We've been absorbed in our duties as Lord Xander and Lord Leo's retainers. We've made friends and had all kinds of experiences. It's been a whole new life. Sometimes our past just seems so...unreal.
Odin: Ah, I get it. You feel disconnected from your old life.
Laslow: I suppose so. I just can't shake this feeling lately. We've nothing left of our old lives except each other and our fading memories. I can't help but wonder if my memories of our old world are just a dream of sorts.
Odin: Don't be silly. We're the same people. We existed. That world existed. And when we're done here, we're going back. You're just overthinking things. I know we're in over our heads, but that's no reason to start doubting your reality. Besides, if anything is part of a dream, it's this world.
Laslow: *sigh* Now I'm starting to wonder if anything is real.
Laslow: Do you ever think of our original world anymore? The one we were born in?
Odin: I do. Mostly at night. I...have trouble sleeping sometimes because of it.
Laslow: Ah. So you too, then.
Odin: I also think of the other world. Of seeing my mother for the first time since... Gods, it was wonderful seeing her alive and well after what happened in our time. Oh, and helping our parents and the others defeat the dragon!
Laslow: That was a wonderful world. It was such a happy place, too. I mean, after Grima fell. Ah, remember looking for that tiara and then getting chased by a bear? Ha! We made some good memories there, didn't we?
Odin: Aye. And none of them were dreams. So cheer up!
Laslow: Yeah. You know, when we talk like this, it's hard to deny it was all real. I'm glad we didn't get separated this time. If you guys weren't here, I don't think... I don't think I could bear it.
Laslow: Thank you for being here for me. You've made good on your promise.
Odin: No problem! But, erm...what promise was that?
Laslow: Well, it was a long time ago. Remember that harvest festival we went to? When I was troubled about how we were fighting real people instead of Risen. You said you'd always be a shoulder for me to lean on. And you have been.
Odin: Ah, I remember that! Well, I meant every word. In any case, we'll be moving out any minute now. Let's get going, Inigo.
Laslow: Wh-what did you just call me?
Odin: What's wrong, Inigo of the Indigo Skies? Did you miss hearing your real name? Haha, calm down. It's fine, just this once. No one else is here. Severa can't get mad about something she doesn't know, right? Er. Probably.
Laslow: Haha! I guess not. Thank you...Owain. I feel much better now.
Odin: Ah, he smiles! Perfect! I love seeing my archrival happy.
Laslow: Haha, I feel the same, old friend. That, at least, will never change.
Laslow: Hi, Nyx. What are you doing sitting by yourself?
Nyx: Hmm? Oh. Nothing much of anything, really.
Laslow: Well then! If you're not busy, do you want to head into town? I found this wonderful café where we could get a cup of tea together.
Nyx: I'm sorry... I don't enjoy crowds much.
Laslow: Ah, that's a shame. How about I keep my eye out for a cozy little café instead? One of those places off the beaten path, with a small but devoted clientele. Would you come with me there?
Nyx: Hmhm...are you that intent on having tea together?
Laslow: Why wouldn't I be? There's nothing sweeter in life than sharing a cup of tea with a beautiful woman. And if you were to smile as we sipped our tea, why, that would be sweeter still.
Nyx: Then ask some other girl. I'm not beautiful. I'm scarcely even a woman. I'm a monster.
Nyx: I've things to do elsewhere.
Laslow: Good news. I found a new café since the last time we spoke. It's quiet, out of the way, and very relaxing. Doesn't that sound nice?
Nyx: I'm not in the mood, Laslow.
Laslow: Haha...have I done something to turn you against me?
Nyx: No...it's nothing you've done. I just don't want...attachments. Entanglements.
Laslow: What a shame. It's a tragic waste of a pretty face.
Nyx: Stay. If you knew my crimes, you would call me monster, as others have before you.
Laslow: Crimes, eh? I don't know just what it is you've done, Nyx... But if you ask me, no one in this world is truly innocent. And "monster" is an awful thing to call oneself...
Nyx: It depends on the crime. Mine was a particularly grave one...
Laslow: ... And if I'd done the same?
Nyx: Such as?
Laslow: Let's say I'd done something so cruel that I never wanted anyone to find out. If, say, I'd neglected a great many people... let them all die... Would you call me monster, too?
Laslow: Hahaha, my apologies. It was a strange question.
Nyx: No, I...
Laslow: I came here determined to make you happy, but I was ill equipped, it seems. I'm sorry, Nyx. I'll take my leave for today.
Laslow: Ah, Nyx. What can I do for you?
Nyx: I apologize for the other day. I stirred up something in you I shouldn't have.
Laslow: Oh, it's nothing. It's I who should apologize for doing so little to improve your mood.
Nyx: ... I wouldn't call you a monster.
Nyx: Whatever you may have done... you are one of my allies. I could never think of you as a monster.
Laslow: And the same is true for me, Nyx. No matter your crimes, committed long ago... I wouldn't consider you a monster. You're a steadfast ally, and that's all.
Nyx: You're kinder than I deserve.
Laslow: So...how about that cup of tea?
Nyx: Hmhm...that was a deft change of subject.
Laslow: Thank you. You really do look best when you're smiling, you know. No one who's called you a monster could possibly have seen the way you smile.
Laslow: You're losing it! Come now, smile! Yours is a face built for it.
Nyx: Hmhmhm. So persistent... I should revise my opinion of you.
Laslow: Such high praise! You'll make me blush.
Nyx: Oh? I didn't realize you were so shy. That face you're making could fool anyone into thinking you're not a monster.
Nyx: ...All right. I'll have tea with you. We can tell each other about ourselves. No judgments.
Laslow: Sounds like a good time. Shall we?
Laslow: Nyx, I have a question for you.
Nyx: Hello, Laslow. What is it?
Laslow: With all the things that change in this world, are there any constants?
Nyx: Is this a remark about my condition?
Laslow: I—oh gods, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it that way...
Nyx: Hmhm, I know. I can't help but tease you.
Laslow: Ugh... I've blown it. I should have waited...
Nyx: Haha! Don't worry. It didn't bother me. Now what was it you were saying?
Laslow: Right! Constants. I found one... Something in this world that never changes.
Nyx: And what might that be?
Laslow: The feelings I carry for you.
Laslow: I love you, Nyx. And I want to know... Would you marry me?
Nyx: A constant love, hm?
Laslow: I swear it's true.
Nyx: How can you be sure that these feelings will never fade?
Laslow: They're much too intense for that.
Nyx: ... I have feelings for you as well.
Nyx: I love you so much that...I think I could give you my whole heart. But even so, we cannot marry.
Nyx: I don't want to burden you with my crime.
Laslow: You mean all those people you say you've killed?
Laslow: Well, much as I might want to, I can't bear your burden. Nor could I expect you to bear mine. But with burdens so heavy...don't you think we could lean on each other a bit? My calling in life from now on is to put a smile on your face. And I don't think there's anybody in this world who could make me smile but you.
Nyx: ... Haha. Look at me, lost for words before such a young man...
Laslow: Nyx. Won't you please marry me? We make each other laugh. Isn't that a good enough foundation to start on?
Nyx: I think so. Yes, Laslow. I will marry you.
Laslow: Ah! Lady Camilla. Fancy meeting you here.
Camilla: Why, Laslow. What serendipity! Out for a stroll, perchance?
Laslow: Yes, a change of pace seemed in order. And it appears I chose just the place! Any day on which I run into you, Lady Camilla, is a fine day indeed.
Camilla: Are you really so pleased to see me?
Laslow: But of course! You're a welcome sight at all times, Lady Camilla.
Camilla: Hmhmhm. You don't fool me, Laslow. If what my brother says is true, you say the same to every girl you meet.
Laslow: That makes me sound like a scoundrel! I wouldn't be so insincere as to say it to a woman who wasn't worthy. It's just that, to me, every woman meets that criteria...
Camilla: How gentlemanly...and how convenient.
Laslow: It's no mere excuse. Every woman is beautiful, if you look for it. Even so, your radiance outshines the pack, if I may be so bold.
Camilla: Ahaha...why, thank you.
Laslow: What do you say we go out for some tea, just the two of us?
Camilla: Hmm...I'll do it on one condition. Promise me you won't flirt with or woo any other woman, ever again. Do that, and the tea will be my treat.
Laslow: Wh-what you ask of me...it's impossible. There's simply no way.
Camilla: Then enjoy your teatime alone.
Laslow: I can't figure you out, Lady Camilla. You have layers...
Camilla: I don't think I'm so complicated, am I?
Laslow: You're warm and kind... But at the drop of a hat, you can also turn steely and harsh. Yet you seem to wear both attitudes quite comfortably.
Camilla: Could the same not be said for everyone?
Laslow: Perhaps. But it seems especially true in your case.
Camilla: I'm not the enigma you believe me to be. I'm kind to my allies and cruel to my enemies in equal measure.
Laslow: You do take a certain relish in showing your enemies no mercy, I've noticed. Watching you in battle makes me relieved that I don't count myself among them.
Camilla: Why should I show mercy to my enemies? They are obstacles to be eliminated.
Laslow: Is it always so black and white? I wonder. What if your enemy was someone you knew well? Surely you'd hesitate then.
Camilla: What a soft heart you have, Laslow.
Laslow: Why, thank you, Lady Camilla. I could say the same for you.
Camilla: ...It wasn't precisely a compliment. But so long as you never betray me, you will always have my favor.
Laslow: As long as you give me withering looks like that, I'd never dream of it...
Camilla: Ahaha! Pardon me.
Laslow: Please know that I would never betray you regardless, Lady Camilla. You may place your utmost trust in me.
Camilla: Of course, dearest Laslow. I was just considering the corner cases where you might make the wrong choice. I thought up a fair few deliciously cruel punishments to inflict upon you...
Laslow: D-did you now.
Camilla: "Punishments" might be the wrong word. "Torments" is more apt for the levels of pain I had in mind.
Laslow: I-I'll be sure to factor that in, should the decision ever arise...
Camilla: Very wise of you. Better to be in my good graces than in my torture dungeons, hmm?
Laslow: La DA, la da DA, laaa da daaaa... ♪
Camilla: You sing as beautifully as you dance, Laslow.
Laslow: Lady Camilla?! It's rude to watch without making your presence known. I like to know when I'm performing for an audience.
Camilla: Hmhmhm! I was too spellbound by your performance to say anything. I've not seen that style of dance before, though.
Laslow: I don't suppose you would have. It originates from a faraway kingdom.
Camilla: Is that where you hail from?
Laslow: For simplicity's sake, let's say yes.
Camilla: You must have traveled a very long way to get here, then.
Laslow: Ahahaha. More than you know.
Camilla: Yet you fight alongside us, on our behalf.
Laslow: Is that so wrong?
Camilla: Not wrong. Merely...odd. Why remain here, among us? Surely your own kingdom has its problems as well.
Laslow: Because I believe that what we are doing is right.
Camilla: But you have no ties to this land. No special reason to be here.
Laslow: That's a dreadful thing to say. I may not have been born and raised here, but I have many dear friends. Is it that odd that I would stake my life fighting for them?
Camilla: Not when you put it that way, no.
Laslow: If you have doubts as to my true allegiance, Lady Camilla, let me put them to rest. I stand firmly with you and yours, and always have, and always will.
Laslow: Lady Camilla, I must have a word with you, if you have the time.
Camilla: I do, Laslow, but please make it brief. I've other things to attend to.
Laslow: Then I'll keep this short and to the point. Lady Camilla, will you marry me?
Camilla: ...Be seated, Laslow.
Laslow: Y-yes, milady. Erm...you're not...angry, are you?
Camilla: I am beyond angry, Laslow. I am furious. One might even say livid.
Laslow: But why?! What have I done to offend you?
Camilla: I don't mind your little teases and minor flirtations. I've come to expect them. But this is taking such behavior to a level that is beyond the pale. A marriage proposal is not interchangeable with your other opening lines. It is a serious thing. Do you not see the gravity of your words?
Laslow: My apologies, Lady Camilla, if you took it as another of my usual advances. The fault may be mine for delivering it without the appropriate solemnity. But make no mistake, I do indeed want your hand in marriage.
Laslow: I have a reputation as a ladies' man, but my feelings for you are genuine. Once more, sincerely... Will you marry me?
Camilla: If I said yes...IF... would you cease hitting on other women?
Laslow: W-well...in all honesty, probably not. But I can swear none of them would mean anything when I have you, Lady Camilla.
Camilla: That's a bit unfair to me, no?
Laslow: I can't deny that. Yet I also cannot help myself... It's who I am.
Camilla: Then I suppose I am bound to overlook it.
Camilla: I'm very fond of you, Laslow. And if that's part of you, then I'm fond of that part too. But I must be your only true love. If I ever have cause to doubt that, you will know such suffering. You'll be left to rot in my dungeon as a test subject for cruel new tortures.
Laslow: M-milady, I wouldn't—!
Camilla: Ahahah, I shouldn't tease. But, like you, I can't help myself. Don't worry. As long as I am foremost in your thoughts, you'll remain safe. Safe from all except my crushing embrace, that is...
Laslow: Lady Camilla... I vow to you that no matter what I might do or say to any other... my heart belongs to you, and you alone.
Camilla: I'll hold you to that, my lovely man.
Laslow: Selena! My heart! How are you today? You look ravishing as always.
Laslow: Hm? Cherub got your tongue, my sweet? That's all right—your radiance burns no less brightly for your silence!
Selena: Is there really nothing else rolling around in that big, stupid head of yours? Ravishing this, beauty that—does anyone actually fall for that nonsense?
Laslow: I haven't a clue what you mean! That seems like a perfectly normal way to address a lovely lady.
Selena: Ugh! Are you daft? Of course it isn't! This is exactly why nobody takes you seriously!
Laslow: You say that like it's a bad thing.
Selena: It is! You're a royal retainer! A soldier! Not some two-bit sideshow clown. You should start behaving instead of making eyes at everything with legs. I swear, you haven't grown a bit since the day I met you!
Laslow: Milady, you wound me. I'm a far more proficient flirt than the boy I once was!
Selena: That's not what I meant, and you know it! If anything, that's the opposite of growth. You're just a big, dumb baby. A GROSS, big, dumb baby.
Laslow: Haha! Ever with the razor tongue. Never change, Selena!
Selena: I think I'll pass on that advice. Some of us actually want to mature.
Laslow: Ahaha! You say that, but you're just as adorable today as the day we met! So, what would you say to going out to tea to continue this little repartee of ours? Or should I say...repar-tea?
Selena: *sigh* In one ear and out the other...
Laslow: Selena, my dove! My tired eyes are rejuvenated by the sight of you!
Selena: Ugh. You never learn, do you? You know, someday people are going to get sick of all this empty flattery of yours.
Laslow: What are you talking about? I speak only my true feelings.
Selena: Really. Your true feelings, huh?
Laslow: Just so! For example, I truly feel that you are the very image of loveliness.
Selena: You know what? No. This time I'm not going to just get upset. Nope...I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine... Loverboy!
Selena: Hey there, baaaby.
Laslow: S-Selena? What are you doing?
Selena: Mmm-hmm. Momma thinks you'll do juuust fine. Let me feel those arms! Woo! Shivers! A big hunk like you is just what the healer ordered.
Laslow: Stop it, Selena... Please... No! Stop! Don't come any closer!
Selena: Aw, you're adorable when you're embarrassed, Lazzy. Me likey. Come on now, let's go get some tea, baby. I promise it'll be...hot.
Laslow: P-please...no...more... You're making me very uncomfortable, Selena!
Selena: Oh, really? Never stops you, does it, you lunk? Gods, I can't believe I just did that. I wanted to throw chunks.
Laslow: Ah...is it really that bad when I flirt? I never meant to make anyone feel like that...
Selena: Do you get it now? Throwing out all those empty compliments isn't nice. And even if they were welcome, you can't just play with people's hearts like that!
Laslow: But that was never my intention.
Selena: I don't care what your intentions are! It's not your intentions that matter. It's how the other person feels. Do you get it yet?
Laslow: OK! I'm sorry! I'll probably think about flirting in a slightly different way! That is, if you'll do me the honor of helping me learn how. Over tea, perhaps?
Selena: Really? Really?! Ugh, I give up! You're impossible!
Laslow: Selena? Hey, I was just teasing! Come back!
Selena: What do you want, Laslow?
Laslow: Oh, thank goodness! You're back to your old grumpy self. I was worried you were going to give me the flirty treatment again. I don't think I've ever been so mortified in my life.
Selena: Oh, yeah. Maybe I shouldn't have gone quite so far. You're not THAT bad... I just wanted you to know what it's like. I'm sorry.
Laslow: Eh? Did you just...apologize? Without sarcasm? Do you have a fever? Let me get you some water...
Selena: What? No, I don't have a fever! I was just thinking about...old times.
Laslow: Ah. I see. Feeling lonely, then? I get that way too. It's hard being so far from home.
Selena: I'm not lonely! But...yeah. I miss it. I miss them... Anyway, nothing can be done about it now. No point in whining.
Laslow: Selena... I won't tell you you're wrong. We both know we can't go back. Not yet. But...I think about it every day. What if everything went back to the way it was?
Laslow: I guess...what I mean to say is, I know that loneliness you're feeling too well. I feel it too.
Selena: I already told you! I'm not feeling lonely!
Laslow: Haha. Sorry, sorry! My mistake.
Selena: Well, er, I mean...maybe there are times I feel a little lonely, now and then, but...
Selena: Well, I have you, at least. And Odin. So it's not like I'm completely alone.
Laslow: That's right. We've still got each other. So cheer up!
Selena: True...though I'm not sure how cheery I should be if you're my only link to home...
Laslow: Haha! Now that's the Selena we all know and love! Well, either way, I want you to know I'll be by your side anytime you need me.
Selena: Don't get the wrong idea! It's not like I had any choice in the matter.
Laslow: As is often the case with fate, but it has a way of surprising us mere mortals. Particularly when it comes to matters of the heart.
Selena: Are you really flirting with me at a time like this?! You immature jerk! Your smug face makes me SO ANGRY! ... Haha, but I guess that's my lot in life, eh? Thank you, Laslow. For being here for me.
Laslow: Anytime, Selena.
Laslow: Selena, my darling! I have a gift for you.
Selena: Hm? For me?
Laslow: Ta-da! It's a bracelet!
Selena: Laslow! Is that...?
Laslow: Indeed it is. I've been keeping it somewhere safe, and I thought it was time I gave it to you.
Selena: But...why are you giving this to me now?
Laslow: Why do you think I am?
Selena: I'm the one asking the questions here! Now spill.
Laslow: Fine, fine. You're no fun! I decided to give it to you because...well... It's a symbol of our everlasting friendship!
Laslow: Because we've been through so much... I thought it would be nice for you to have a keepsake like this. It's to remind you that I'll always be here for you.
Selena: Yeah, yeah, I get it. You want to be by my side forever.
Laslow: Yes. That's right.
Selena: So...everlasting friendship, huh? Did you give something to Odin too, then? Or...is there something else you'd like to say?
Laslow: Something else? Like what?
Selena: Do you really have to be so thickheaded?
Laslow: I'm sorry! I was just kidding!
Laslow: I do have something else to say to you. I love you. And this bracelet is a token of my love. And to answer your other question, no, I did not give anything to Odin.
Selena: Go on.
Laslow: Please, Selena... Will you marry me?
Selena: Finally! There it is! Took you long enough.
Laslow: So, um... Do you have an answer for me?
Selena: Oh. Right. I guess it's my turn. I mean, we've known each other so long... Do I really need to say it?
Laslow: Yes. You do.
Selena: Come on! Don't be cruel. You know how I feel.
Laslow: Haha, so then say it already!
Selena: ... OK. Um...look, Laslow. I really like you. A lot.
Laslow: Mhm... That's a start, though this might be a longer engagement than I anticipated.
Selena: Ugh, fine. Look, I love you! I love you, Laslow...
Laslow: Splendid! And will you share your life with me?
Selena: Yes! But if you mess this up, I will end you. Understand?
Laslow: Understood. I am yours forever, my love.
Selena: So...you know this means you can't be with anyone else, right?
Selena: Laslow? Oh.
Laslow: Just kidding! Of course I know that! I promise to devote myself to your happiness from here on out.
Selena: You better! Oh, and I'll do the same.
Laslow: Hey there, Beruka!
Beruka: Laslow... Why are you here?
Laslow: I was just out for a nice walk around town. Why are you standing in the shadow of this building? Just killing time? If you've got nothing going on, there is a nice tea shop I've been meaning to try...
Beruka: Shut up, Laslow. Get out of here.
Laslow: Shut up? That's not nice at all... I just wanted to chat with you—I bet I can get you to crack a smile!
Beruka: What part of "shut up" didn't make sense?
Laslow: Jeez! Do you really dislike me that much? I'm sure you've got the wrong idea about me! Let's go have that tea, and I'll prove it!
Beruka: Damn it—she noticed me...
Laslow: Hrm? Who noticed you? Why are you staring intently over there... Oh hey, that woman looks familiar! Is that who you're looking at?
Beruka: Gah, there she goes... This is your fault.
Laslow: I didn't do anything!
Beruka: She saw you looking, so she ran away. It is absolutely your fault. Quick, we have to get after her.
Laslow: We do? Hey, wait up!
Laslow: There you are, Beruka!
Beruka: Hm? Oh, Laslow...
Laslow: What was going on the other day between you and that woman you were following? Why would she run away when she noticed you and me?
Beruka: Because she is an assassin for hire.
Laslow: An assassin?!
Beruka: She's been hired to kill members of royalty. I've been tracking her for weeks and finally found her... But you scared her off.
Laslow: I...I didn't realize what you were doing. I'm sorry! Hang on—you've been following her, but what will you do when you catch her?
Beruka: I'll kill her, of course. My job is to protect Lady Camilla. And to kill her enemies. And I can't do that if you give me away. If that assassin succeeds, it will be your fault.
Laslow: My fault?! I don't want to be the cause of that!
Beruka: Then stop following me. You are interfering with my work.
Laslow: Wait, Beruka! Killing royals... This is really bad. Maybe I can help somehow... I'm sure I've seen Beruka's mystery woman somewhere before. But where...? No way—could she be...? Of course! Last week, she and I had tea in the park!
Laslow: Oh, hello, Beruka. What's with that look on your face?
Beruka: I was wrong about you. I did not think you would be able to catch the assassin I was after.
Laslow: Oh, that? It was nothing, really.
Beruka: It wasn't nothing. She was able to lose me every time I tried to follow her. And yet, you were able to catch her so easily... What kind of techniques did you use? Are you secretly an assassin, too?
Laslow: Me, an assassin?! Ha, no way! All I did was remember that I'd had tea with that woman a while back.
Beruka: You spent an afternoon having tea with an assassin?
Laslow: That's right. I didn't know she was an assassin the first time I asked her out. Once you told me who she was, I asked her out again. We had a great time just chatting and enjoying ourselves. Once she had her guard down, that's when I caught her!
Beruka: I see. And she agreed to tea so easily?
Laslow: Of course! Tea is a great way to get to know someone. All the women I've had tea with have seemed to enjoy it!
Beruka: All the women? You get tea fairly often, then?
Laslow: Not every day, but often enough! Wow, I wonder if I've had tea with any other assassins. It's possible...
Beruka: Laslow... I've decided that we should have tea.
Laslow: Excuse me?! Are you asking to go out on a date with me, Beruka?
Beruka: No. I'm asking you to come with me and share information. We will raise no suspicion if we appear to just be having tea.
Laslow: I...guess I accept? I know I asked you out before, but this isn't how I imagined it.
Beruka: It will be fine. Let's go right now.
Laslow: R-right now?! OK! Telling me to come instead of go... What a breath of fresh air from you!
Laslow: Hi there, Beruka.
Beruka: Laslow. Do you need something?
Laslow: I've enjoyed going on these tea dates with you, Beruka. I'm usually the one doing the inviting, but it's actually nice to change things up.
Beruka: They are not tea dates, Laslow. We're just sharing information.
Laslow: But...you are enjoying yourself, aren't you? I ask because...well... I was hoping we could officially make these into dates.
Beruka: I...don't understand.
Laslow: I think I'm in love with you, Beruka. I'd really like for us to be something more.
Laslow: What do you mean, "why"?
Beruka: There are so many women you could choose from. Why me?
Laslow: You mean...so many women that I've had tea with? Hahah, that's something of a misunderstanding, really. It's true that I approach a lot of girls, but honestly... I get harshly rejected more often than not.
Beruka: Hrm. Those women are surprisingly foolish. They must have poor taste in men.
Laslow: Thank you, Beruka! You're one of few to sympathize with me. And that is why I think I love you. When I first met you, I thought that you were just a coldhearted person... But looking at you now, I can see warmth hiding behind your eyes. It really makes you incredibly appealing to me.
Laslow: I know that if we were together, I would love you for the rest of my life. What do you say?
Beruka: Yes. But on one condition...
Laslow: Yay! You've made me so happy! But...what is the condition?
Beruka: I realized that whenever I've gone out... everyone in the restaurant is smiling. They all look like they're having such a good time—I've never let myself have that. I'd like to have that with you. I'd like for us to do all the...coupley things.
Laslow: Oh, Beruka, of course! We'll go on so many dates that we may run out of ideas!
Laslow: Ugh...no luck today either…
Peri: Awww... Shot down again, Laslow?
Peri: You didn't say anything mean to that girl you were with, did you?
Laslow: I don't think so. I was just chatting her up like normal. Honestly, until she stomped off, I thought I was being pretty smooth. I still haven't gotten anywhere with a single, solitary girl...
Peri: Really? Maybe you could threaten to kill them if they don't talk to you! That'd get their attention!
Laslow: P-probably, but... I don't want to be the kind of creep who coerces a girl into having tea.
Peri: Hmm... I know! I'll have tea with you!
Peri: Yep! You're a cool guy, after all.
Laslow: I am?!
Peri: Teehee, you're beet red! Have you struck out with EVERY girl you try to talk to?
Laslow: Not so loud! It's embarrassing!
Peri: OK, I'll shush! I don't wanna get on my buddy Laslow's bad side!
Laslow: Peri...is there something I should know? You keep saying how cool I am and what good friends we are.
Peri: Well, sure! We're partners. Just a couple of pals who work for Lord Xander!
Laslow: Oh, OK.
Peri: But I like you as a person too. 'Cause you kill loads of people!
Peri: I can tell when someone's killed before. They smell like blood. It's a nice, relaxing scent! That's why I get along so well with you!
Peri: Come on—let's go get that tea! We need to hurry back to Lord Xander afterward.
Laslow: Ow, my arm! Don't tug so hard!
Peri: Oh, hi, Laslow! I had a blast at our tea party the other day!
Laslow: Yeah, it was fun, wasn't it?
Peri: Next time you wanna get tea, make sure to invite me!
Laslow: Definitely. One thing, though. Over tea, you were talking about killing your servants. Did that really happen?
Peri: Oh, that? Yep! Back home in the mansion, whenever I got mad, THWACK! There'd be so much blood! It was amazing!
Laslow: P-Peri! That's horrible!
Peri: It is? How come?
Laslow: Those servants took care of you, right? It's wrong to kill people who haven't done anything to you.
Peri: Huuuuh? What's wrong about it? You kill lots of people!
Laslow: Yeah, but...I had to. If I hadn't killed them, then they'd have killed me! Your servants weren't trying to murder you, were they?
Peri: You're making this too complicated. Do you always think about hard stuff like this when you fight?
Laslow: Yeah, I try to. Even my enemies probably have families and friends who'd mourn their deaths. Have you never thought about the ones who care about the people you kill? About how sad they must be now that their loved one is dead?
Peri: Hmm...I dunno... Feels like I wouldn't be too good at fighting if I thought about all that!
Laslow: But that's... Nah, we can talk about it later. Sorry, but I'm gonna go for now.
Peri: Whaaaaat? Why?! Wait up! ... *sniffle* He ditched me! Stupid Laslow! Were they sad when their loved ones died? I...um...
Laslow: What is it, Peri?
Peri: That stuff you were saying before? About how it must feel to lose a family member? I realized I know what that's like.
Peri: Yep. My mommy was killed when I was little.
Peri: I remember finding her lying there, covered in blood, on the floor of our kitchen. At first I thought someone had spilled a lot of tomato juice. ...It was one of the servants. He loved my mommy so much, he wanted to keep her forever for himself.
Laslow: Th-that's awful...!
Peri: They punished that servant, of course. But I was little, and all the butlers and maids looked the same to me. I felt like the one who killed my mommy was still there with us in the mansion. So whenever I got upset, I'd take it out on one of them. THWACK! My daddy knew—he'd watch me do it—but he never said it was wrong.
Peri: When almost all the servants were gone, I decided to leave home. People told me how good I was at killing in battle, and I started to really like it. I forgot all about my mommy. But after you mentioned it, I thought about it a little bit. All that probably happened because I was sad. There were never any good smells from the kitchen after she died. I never had my mommy's cooking again...
Laslow: I'm so sorry!
Peri: Eep! Laslow! Why are you hugging me?
Laslow: I had no idea, Peri! I shouldn't have said you wouldn't understand what it's like to be left behind. It must have been so awful for you! I mean, it sounds like you tried to block it all.
Peri: Laslow? Are you crying?
Laslow: No, Peri. I think that's you.
Peri: Wow...you're right... Real tears... This is a first...!
Laslow: Cry all you want. It's OK. Your mother lives in you, even now.
Peri: Really? That's great! Speaking of Mommy's cooking, I can make it now! Is that 'cause she's inside of me?
Laslow: Yes. And the same goes for me. I can dance just the way my mother did. They passed on the things that were most important to them.
Peri: Neat! We're two of a kind! That must be why we're partners.
Laslow: So as your partner, I have a favor to ask. Can you take a moment before you kill someone? Remember how you felt when your mother died. Think about if they deserve that.
Peri: OK... I might not remember all the time, but I'll try to think about it.
Laslow: Thank you, Peri.
Peri: Hehehe! I feel better after a good cry! You really are my best friend, Laslow!
Peri: Laslow! Look what I did!
Laslow: What's with the mountain of food?
Peri: I made it all myself! It's a thank-you for listening to my story the other day. It's my mommy's recipe!
Laslow: Wow, really? Thanks! Well then, pardon me while I dig in!
Peri: Well? Whaddaya think?
Laslow: It's really good! The flavor's not too overpowering... I could eat this for days. I'd heard you were a good cook, but you could turn pro with this!
Peri: Teehee! I bet that's bumped up your opinion of me a couple notches!
Laslow: Not really. I thought you were great before, and I still do. I'm not sure you realize how much I like you, Peri.
Peri: Huh? You mean...?
Laslow: Yeah. You're not just a capable partner; you're a wonderful woman. I love you, Peri.
Peri: Oh my gosh, really?! That's so weird! I feel the same way about YOU!
Laslow: What would you think about us getting married?
Peri: M-married? To you? Whoa... If I was married, I could be a mommy someday too!
Laslow: And...I'd be a dad...
Peri: Heeheehee! Your face is all pink! I thought it's the bride who's supposed to blush!
Laslow: Very funny. I just think we could be really happy together as husband and wife.
Peri: Yep! Me too! I'd love to marry you! I'm going to feed our kids tons of yummy food! Just like my mommy used to make! Oh, hmm. Our kids might think I'm weird if I talk like this, huh?
Laslow: What do you mean?
Peri: I still talk like a little girl. I haven't changed since my mommy died!
Laslow: Oh... You know, I'd love to hear the way you'd sound as an adult sometime.
Peri: Really? 'Cause I've been practicing! Wanna see? OK, deep breath... You're important to me, Laslow. I wouldn't want to spend my life with anyone else.
Peri: Whoooaaa, that was weird, heehee! How about if I stick to my normal self?
Laslow: Well, you can't force yourself to change. I thought you sounded good just now, but I like your regular voice too.
Peri: Awww, you're too kind! Now you're making ME blush.
Laslow: That makes us a matched set, huh?
Peri: See! This is why we're partners!
Laslow: In battle, and in life, right?
Peri: Yep! We're going to be the best mommy and daddy ever!
Charlotte: Ah, if it isn't the handsome Laslow.
Laslow: Lovely Charlotte. What can I do for you?
Charlotte: Right at this moment? Well... I don't suppose you're a little hungry, are you?
Laslow: I could do with something to eat. Training builds up an appetite, after all.
Charlotte: How fortunate, then! I made a lunch just for you. Would you like it?
Laslow: You made this for me? How can I say no to a gift from such a pretty woman?
Charlotte: Here, take it! I hope it fits your tastes.
Laslow: *chomp* *munch* Yum! This is fantastic! Although I shouldn't be surprised you could make this. A beautiful lady like you must have many talents.
Charlotte: Beautiful... Oh, stop it, Laslow.
Laslow: Thank you for the lunch. It was absolutely delicious.
Charlotte: I can tell you liked it; you ate every last bit of it!
Laslow: In thanks for that lunch, could I interest you in getting tea right now? My treat!
Charlotte: Um...awww, I'm sorry, Laslow. I have another engagement right now.
Laslow: Oh, that's too bad, though not surprising. Let me make it up to you next time!
Charlotte: ...Yes, next time...
Laslow: All right. Well, thanks for lunch!
Charlotte: ... That was...much easier than I thought it was going to be. I didn't even have to try! It actually kind of takes the fun out of it.
Laslow: Ah, Charlotte!
Laslow: Do you have some time today? I wanted to repay you for lunch the other day.
Charlotte: ...This is so odd. I should be happy that I'm getting his attention, but I'm not. Is it because he was convinced right away? He's almost matching me in compliments. I just can't get excited over this.
Laslow: Um, Charlotte? I can't hear your lovely voice when you whisper like that.
Charlotte: Oh! Sorry! It wasn't anything important. Don't worry about it!
Laslow: OK! So, shall we go get tea?
Charlotte: I...uh... I don't think now is a good time.
Laslow: Really? Awww. Well, when would be a good time?
Charlotte: How about...whenever you're free next?
Laslow: Oh, I've got lots of free time! In fact, I could just wait now. When you finish what you've got going on, we can go get tea!
Charlotte: It might be a while. Maybe if you gave me a little time to think about it...
Laslow: Oh sure, no problem! I know how busy life can be!
Charlotte: Y-yup... Really busy. With stuff.
Laslow: I'm just excited because the shop I found has great tea, and I wanted to go with you.
Charlotte: Laslow, could you be quiet a moment? I can't think with you speaking.
Laslow: Of course, sorry! I'm just really excited to be talking with a girl as beautiful as you. It's so nice and—
Charlotte: By the GODS! Shut your mouth!
Laslow: Wha—?! Charlotte?!
Charlotte: You're so damned insistent! It's like there's no challenge at all! I don't get the feeling of accomplishment from you that I normally get. This isn't fun at all!
Laslow: I'm...sorry? I think?
Charlotte: Ah! Er, I mean... P-please excuse me...
Laslow: ... Heheh, well that was startling.
Laslow: Charlotte! You startled me the last time we spoke.
Charlotte: Oh. Hello, Laslow...
Laslow: I had no idea you weren't actually as fragile as you seemed. It was shocking!
Charlotte: *sigh* I was hoping you'd forgotten. Ah well, I can't take it back now.
Laslow: I apologize if I ruined something for you...
Charlotte: You know I'm not the only woman in the world who hides her true self, right? Anyway, you really threw me for a loop with how you reacted to my act. I'm used to jumping through several hoops to earn my popularity, but... Well, you fell for me right away. It was almost too easy. I couldn't find the motivation to keep trying with you. That's...never happened before.
Laslow: Ahhh, I understand now. It's surprising that you've never had a man fall over himself for you right away, though.
Charlotte: Listen, don't tell anyone else about my true nature. I don't need it spread around. If you do, well... It won't be pretty.
Laslow: Hahah, understood! I'll take that as a request, and not a threat. So, are you free today? Would you like to go get tea, perhaps?
Charlotte: Are you serious? You saw what I'm really like, and still...
Laslow: What's important about that? You're still an attractive woman. That you were putting on an act before doesn't change my opinion at all.
Charlotte: Heehee. Do you call every woman you meet an attractive woman?
Laslow: Only because I haven't yet met one who isn't!
Charlotte: You've got some confidence, I'll give you that. Fine, tea it is! You've got no concerns about me? After seeing past my act?
Laslow: None at all. Both sides of you are great!
Laslow: Charlotte, have you ever given any thought to marriage?
Charlotte: Of course I have. Ideally, I'd like to marry someone who is really well off. I'm talking super rich!
Laslow: Really? So someone without a lot of money would be no good?
Charlotte: I wouldn't say it's absolutely no good, but it's definitely better to have money. If my partner is rich, then my whole family will have an easier life.
Laslow: Ahhh, that makes sense. You really do care about your family, huh? That's an admirable trait.
Charlotte: Flattery won't get you anywhere, Laslow.
Laslow: I'm not just trying to flatter you. I like you, Charlotte.
Laslow: Charlotte, I want us to be together. You're a really attractive woman. And now that I've seen your true self, well... I'm even more sure of how I feel. What do you think of me?
Charlotte: W-well... I think you're a smooth talker...
Laslow: Hahaha, that is true.
Charlotte: But I can tell that you genuinely mean what you say when you're acting charming. You aren't putting on an act; you're a very kind person. Honestly...I like you too, Laslow.
Laslow: Even though I'm not super rich? You just said that'd be important...
Charlotte: True, but that's not as important. I know now that we like each other.
Charlotte: You know though, even if we were together, I'd still want to flirt with other men. Will you be able to handle that?
Laslow: So long as your heart is mine at the end of the day.
Charlotte: Of course. You can count on that.
Laslow: And you'd be OK if I continue to talk to other women, right?
Charlotte: Under the same conditions? I'd be pretty hypocritical not to agree.
Laslow: Awesome! So long as we're number one to each other, everything is perfect.
Charlotte: Perfect! I'm sure that we'll always be able to get along...
Laslow: OK, well then...
Charlotte: Shall we head out, then? There are some people I've been meaning to talk to.
Laslow: Hah, of course. I don't think you'll find anyone cooler than me, though!
Charlotte: Same to you. There's no woman better than me in this whole army.
Laslow: I love you, Charlotte.
Charlotte: I love you too, Laslow.
Charlotte: Hey there, handsome men! How are you all doing today?
Laslow: What a collection of lovely ladies. Would any of you like to get some tea?
Keaton: Oh! Hey, Laslow!
Laslow: Stop right there, Keaton!
Keaton: Huh? Why?
Laslow: You know why. You're gonna try to show me one of your "treasures," aren't you?
Keaton: Ha! Classic Laslow! Yep, you nailed it!
Laslow: STOP! DON'T YOU DARE!
Keaton: What? Then how am I gonna show you my treasure?
Laslow: I don't want to see your "treasure." Last time you showed me one, it was a giant bug! A giant POISONOUS bug! Those boils didn't heal for a week!
Keaton: Oh yeah! Your face was so disgusting! That was the best!
Laslow: No, it most certainly was not.
Keaton: Hahaha—huh? Where'd my treasure go? Oh, it must have escaped.
Laslow: I knew it—it was another bug, wasn't it?! WAIT! ACK! It's flying right at me! NOOO! Please, stay away, bug! Gods, not again! GYAAAAAAAAH!
Keaton: Ha ha ha! Oh, Laslow, you're such a kidder!
Keaton: Laslow! Where are you going?
Laslow: Huh? I was just about to go into town. Did you need anything?
Keaton: Going to chat up some ladies, huh?
Laslow: Ah...what makes you say that?
Keaton: I knew it! Well guess what? I wanna try too!
Laslow: You want to try chatting up ladies?
Keaton: Yep! C'mon! Take me with you!
Laslow: I have a bad feeling about this...
Keaton: I'm begging you! It'll be fun, right? I just wanna try it once! I promise I'll give it my best shot!
Laslow: All right, all right, fine. I'll take you into town with me.
Keaton: Woohoo! Thanks, Laslow.
Keaton: This is sooooo booooring... Nobody's listened to even one of my stories!
Laslow: Of course they haven't. Any sane person wouldn't go within 10 feet of someone waving around a giant bug. Maybe if you stop brandishing the thing at random bystanders, you'll have better luck.
Keaton: But I just want to tell them how cool it is. Does no one understand? Ugh. This isn't fun at all. I think I'd rather chase deer than girls.
Laslow: It's probably for the best, anyway. I think hunting suits you better.
Keaton: Alrighty! That settles it. Let's head back. I'll split whatever I catch with you. I know you could use some cheering up!
Laslow: What? Now you're the one consoling ME?
Keaton: Hey, the ladies didn't give you the time of day either. The only difference is that you don't have a supercool bug to blame for it!
Laslow: Oh gods, you noticed too? How embarrassing...
Laslow: Keaton? Wait, what's that you're carrying? It's a bug again, isn't it?! Don't you dare take another step, fiend!
Keaton: Relax! It's not a bug this time!
Laslow: Oh? Then what is it?
Laslow: Oh. Is that...?
Keaton: Yep! A pot lid. With a hole in it! Isn't it neat?
Laslow: Oh, is this another one of your treasures? Hmmm... You know, I can't say for sure...but I get the feeling that it's very valuable.
Keaton: How'd you know?! You must have a better eye for this sort of thing than I thought! See the way the hole is shaped, like it was punched through at different angles? That's super rare! Which is why I wanted to give it to you.
Laslow: To me? Why would you give something so valuable to me?
Keaton: Oh, no reason. It's just that...you always let me hang around and stuff. Not everyone does... Er, not that it's a "thank you" or anything like that! It's just common sense to reward kindness with kindness.
Laslow: Aw, you don't have to worry about me, Keaton. I know you care.
Keaton: I'm not worried about you! This is about karma! It's purely self-interest! But...you ARE my friend, Laslow. I want you to know that. Anyway...that's all. Here ya go!
Laslow: I see, I see. Well, I'm honored to receive such a rare gift from so good a friend.
Keaton: Perfect! Just make sure to be careful with it, OK?
Laslow: But it's already broken, isn't it? Why does it matter if it gets a little more broken?
Keaton: Huh. I guess you don't understand after all. I told you, it's broken in a unique way. You don't want to turn it into a normal broken pot lid. Then it'd be useless!
Laslow: Haha. I see your point. Very well, then. I'll handle it with care. Thanks, Keaton.
Keaton: Good! Now...how about we test it out?
Laslow: Test it out? How? I thought it was just for looking at.
Keaton: What? No way! You gotta make it fly!
Laslow: Make it fly? ...You mean like this?
Laslow: Wow. Talk about speed!
Keaton: I did it! I caught it! Awooooo!
Laslow: Uh, nice! Good for you, Keaton!
Keaton: This is so much fun! Let's do it again! Again!
Laslow: Huh? Um...OK. Sure.
Laslow: There he goes again. What a strange little game this is. Well, if he enjoys it, I guess it's all right with me.
Keaton: I got it! I got it! Thanks, Laslow! You're the best!
Laslow: Haha, Keaton really is something else. OK, go wider this time, buddy! I'm gonna throw it as far as I can!
Laslow: Hello, Prince Xander! How is milord doing today?
Xander: Not well, I'm afraid.
Laslow: I suspected as much, but I'm still sorry to hear it. What troubles you, milord?
Xander: I've had complaints of a royal retainer hitting on the women in town. ...Some of whom were even in the presence of their spouses at the time.
Laslow: Oh? Do you...know the identity of this gorgeous fiend, milord?
Xander: It was you, Laslow.
Laslow: Ah, indeed. Once again, your powers of deduction astound me, milord.
Xander: And that's not the worst of it. I received yet another report only this morning. "Royal retainer apprehended by town watch after engagement in tavern melee." "Witnesses report he joined the fight in an attempt to impress a local barmaid." What possesses you to do such things?
Laslow: Ah...the full moon, perhaps?
Xander: This is no laughing matter, my friend. Laslow... Do you remember the day we met?
Laslow: Of course! I'll never forget how shocked everyone in court was on that day. Selena and I might as well have appeared out of thin air, judging by their reactions. Nobles never expect mere commoners to make names for themselves in court.
Xander: And they were only further surprised when my father appointed you as my retainer. But while my father chose you, I felt I had to test you myself. Do you recall our duel? Once we began, I found myself taken aback by your strength. Your technique was flawless. At one point, I knew you were merely playing with me. Though I eventually gained the upper hand, I truly feared I might lose the match.
Laslow: You did? You never told me that.
Xander: I'd never seen someone like you before. You came from nowhere and possessed such incredible power. I imagined you to be a person of great fortitude and discipline. It saddens me to know you are nothing more than a lowly womanizer... How you became so strong when you spend all your time chasing girls is beyond me.
Laslow: Ahahaha... It's a gift, I suppose.
Xander: Though you continue to disgrace yourself, I won't abandon a trusted retainer. Still, I am obliged to take responsibility for any trouble you cause.
Laslow: Thank you very much, sir. I appreciate your support. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some training to do...
Xander: Hold! We aren't done here. I'm putting you under house arrest.
Laslow: What?! For some harmless flirting and that friendly little scrap?
Xander: For some time, you will be forbidden from leaving camp unescorted. In fact, whenever you are not performing your duties, you will remain in my chamber.
Laslow: That's absurd! I'm a grown man!
Xander: Do you mean to disobey me?
Laslow: N-no, milord. I've no wish to part with my flesh.
Xander: Good. Then it's settled.
Laslow: Yes, milord... *grumble*
Laslow: Ugh... So bored... Is this really all you're going to allow me to do all day? Sit here cross-legged on your floor while you go about your business?
Xander: It is. And you know whose fault that is. As long as you remain in my sight, I know you are not bothering the townspeople.
Laslow: But I'll get rusty! At least let me go out and get some training done...
Xander: Not a chance. I know you too well. The second you're out of sight, you'll make a beeline for the nearest town. Likely to harass yet another poor young woman.
Laslow: Fine, fine. Hm? Hm...
Xander: ...Staring at me like that will not give me cause to release you any sooner.
Laslow: So! You don't have a birthmark on your eye or anywhere, do you?
Xander: What? A birthmark?
Laslow: Yes. Like a crest or something. Maybe one symbolizing Nohrian royal lineage. Just curious.
Xander: What are you talking about? How would I even see with a mark on my eye?
Laslow: Haha! A fair point. I never figured that out myself. I ask because the royal family of my homeland had them. I wanted to know if it was the same here.
Xander: Oh? Is something on your mind? It's rare I hear you speak of your homeland.
Laslow: Is it? Well, if you'd like to know anything about it, I'd be happy to tell you. Although my boss is keeping me busy these days, so I'm a smidge pressed for time.
Xander: Was that sarcasm? With me? I admire your bravery.
Laslow: N-no, milord! I wouldn't dare!
Xander: Remember this well, Laslow. If you ever disobey me and attempt to flee, you will not make it far. I will seek you out, I will find you, and I will punish you. By any means necessary.
Laslow: Oh? And just how do you think you would find me?
Xander: I would begin by looking into your past, of course. No one gets through life without leaving footprints. No matter how remote their homeland is.
Laslow: Well, you may have a hard time of it then. There are very few footprints of mine in this world, and none of them are old. Besides, I don't know where you'd start with a false name and fake appearance.
Xander: Laslow... Are you...
Laslow: ... Just kidding! I got you, didn't I?
Xander: So, you think it's fun to play pranks, do you? Very well. It appears as though you require stricter disciplinary action.
Xander: I had planned to end your confinement today, but I think a change is in order. You are to report to my chambers at dawn tomorrow morning.
Laslow: What?! Please, no!
Xander: The more you protest, the longer your confinement will be. Understood?
Laslow: Yes, milord...
Laslow: Agh...my legs are aching like crazy... I hope this ends soon...
Xander: Laslow... Have I ever told you about my past retainers?
Laslow: No, milord, I don't believe you have.
Xander: Before you and Peri, I had another two retainers. They were both remarkable warriors— perhaps even stronger than you two. Both were serious and devoted. Their every action weighed and considered.
Laslow: They don't seem very similar to me. Or Peri, for that matter.
Xander: They weren't. If anything, they were your opposites. I always thought I would have them at my side even after ascending the throne.
Laslow: I see. Then why did you replace them?
Xander: I did not. They fell in battle at the hands of powerful Hoshidan soldiers. We were outnumbered. They both gave their lives to protect me.
Xander: It's easy to say they died fulfilling their duty. But...I believe that had I been stronger, they would still be alive. They died because I was weak.
Laslow: Lord Xander...
Xander: Laslow...if you wish to fritter away your life on nonsense, I cannot stop you. But, please... Stay vigilant. Don't ever make me experience something like that again.
Laslow: Understood. I will do my best. For you... and for your past retainers.
Xander: I am relieved to hear you say that. Thank you.
Laslow: Well, I have to admit, it didn't take much convincing. I'm quite attached to my flesh. However, there is a related matter I must speak to you about...
Laslow: If, after the war, I were to go somewhere. Somewhere far away... If you never saw me again... Would you be angry? Would you be able to forgive me for abandoning you?
Xander: ...Yes. I would.
Laslow: Oh? Truly?
Xander: It is not your company I require. Only that you continue to draw breath. I just want you to ensure you live. Whatever your true name or appearance.
Laslow: Milord, I—
Xander: Wherever life takes you, remember this: You are not simply my retainer... You are my cherished friend. I wish you only the best in what you choose to do with your life. And, come what may, I will never forget you.
Laslow: Nor I you.
Xander: Good. Well, then. That will about do it. You may take your leave of me now.
Xander: Is something wrong?
Laslow: No. I just...didn't want the conversation to end just yet. We have only a limited amount of time in this world, after all.
Xander: You may remain if you wish. I am happy to pass the time with you.
Saizo: I don't like you.
Laslow: I'm...sorry? Could you repeat that?
Saizo: I don't like you. Why did Prince Xander choose a fop like you as his retainer?
Laslow: Hmm... Probably because I'm amazing!
Saizo: Don't be flip with me! When it comes to retainers worthy of serving a future king... look no further than myself, the fifth to bear the Saizo name.
Laslow: The fifth, huh? Is that a thing with Prince Ryoma? He's big on lineage and all that?
Saizo: You dare to mock my liege?!
Laslow: That wasn't what I—
Saizo: I cannot fathom how the likes of you became Prince Xander's retainer. Where did you come from, anyway? How did you find your way into the royal family?
Saizo: ... That's not an answer. Hyah!
Laslow: Wha—! Are you mad?!
Saizo: A man's fighting technique always reveals where he hails from. I'll read your origins through battle!
Laslow: This seems dangerous!
Saizo: Heh...you dodged that one. But what about this?!
Saizo: Don't run. Or do you want me to slit your throat?
Laslow: I get the feeling you're not kidding when you say that...
Saizo: I'm not pulling any punches. If you don't want to die, fight back.
Laslow: Ow! Don't grab me so hard! How am I supposed to fight you if you won't let go of me?! Listen, you asked for— Oh! Lord Ryoma!
Saizo: What?! Where?!
Laslow: Hah! Sucker!
Saizo: Ugh...you coward!
Laslow: You attack me out of nowhere, and I'M the coward? We're allies! This is insane! Why don't we just call it there? See you around! (Laslow leaves)
Saizo: ...That coward. He's got some nerve, pulling such a cheap trick. I refuse to accept that a dog like him holds a position equal to mine...
Saizo: What a pathetic yelp. Only a weak man fears his own allies.
Laslow: What ally?! You attacked me! So what is it this time? Are you here to apologize...?
Saizo: No. Fight me.
Laslow: So you did come to kill me!
Saizo: I don't want to kill you. It just galls me to know you're a retainer to a future king. As the fifth in a line of Saizos, I find this unacceptable... A coward who refuses to account for himself cannot really be on my level.
Laslow: You're so full of yourself...!
Saizo: If you have a problem with that, fight me. Show me what you can do.
Laslow: OK, I get what you're up to, but I don't think it's a good idea for allies to fight. Why don't we settle this peacefully?
Saizo: What did you have in mind?
Laslow: Oh, I dunno...we could have a charm-off. Whoever gets the most compliments wins. That sort of thing.
Saizo: You're joking, surely. How is this meant to settle anything?
Laslow: Come on, think about it. A king's retainer should make a good impression on whoever he meets! If people have a problem with the retainer, it'll reflect badly on the king too.
Saizo: ...I'm not entirely convinced, but you may have a point.
Laslow: So there you go! I'll prove my worth to you with a charm offensive! ... Should be pretty easy against a surly, badly dressed ninja...
Saizo: What did you say?
Laslow: Haha, what? Nothing! Come on, let's get to it!
Saizo: Seventy-two, seventy-three...
Saizo: And the young couple at the end made it seventy-five. Seventy-five to what again?
Laslow: Sixteen! I only got sixteen! You don't have to rub it in! How did I lose?! On what world does this make sense?! I'm me, and you're some masked assassin! This is crazy! Why did people respond so well to you? It certainly wasn't your looks or attitude!
Saizo: It's a ninja secret.
Laslow: What? That's— No! Come on! Wait a second. I've lost contests like this before to a masked man and a scary guy... So I never had a chance against a scary guy in a mask!
Saizo: What are you mumbling about?
Saizo: Ugh. Don't cry. It's shameful.
Laslow: *sob* Well, I'm just a shameful guy...
Saizo: ... Forget it. We won't count this one. Being a king's retainer isn't a popularity contest anyway. We'll "scratch it," as they say in Nohr.
Saizo: We'll compete at something else. But you have to stop crying.
Laslow: OK...it's a deal. You know, you're nicer than you look sometimes.
Laslow: Haven't seen you in a while, Saizo. When are we having our rematch? This time, I'll show you what I can really do! You'll HAVE to accept I'm a retainer!
Saizo: ... I accept that you're a retainer.
Saizo: I've already seen what you're capable of. So I yield. You should be thankful.
Laslow: Thankful? But we never had our rematch! Oh! Maybe you saw how chivalrous I was to that woman in the teahouse?
Saizo: I don't go to teahouses. I was talking about what happened in the last skirmish.
Laslow: Refresh my memory?
Saizo: You saved Lord Ryoma's life. During the ambush from invisible foes, most of us were caught flat footed. Then you appeared from nowhere to cut down an enemy attacking Lord Ryoma.
Laslow: Ah, right! I remember that now. I'm just glad Prince Ryoma wasn't hurt.
Saizo: As Lord Ryoma's foremost retainer, I owe you for that.
Laslow: Well, you're welcome. I'm used to fighting phantom enemies. It's honestly a bit old hat for me by now.
Laslow: Yeah, you could say that. Some of the things that happened where I'm from... It's a long, long story.
Saizo: Ah. And your swordsmanship comes from your homeland as well, I take it? I've seen many techniques from all over Nohr and Hoshido, but none like yours. It's like you're toying with your enemy... I hate to admit it, but it's a sight to see. It must have been your skill that Prince Xander recognized in you.
Laslow: I-I'm not sure I can handle so much praise coming from you...
Saizo: Your performance during the skirmish proved your worth in my mind. I acknowledge you as my equal in being retainer to a future king.
Laslow: Haha! You're no less full of yourself than before, huh?
Saizo: No. And no less suspicious of your origins, either. We should have another competition. You're a worthy rival... I won't give up until I've delved into all the secrets of your past.
Laslow: Eh, why not? I'll take the challenge. Shall we go into town and see who can impress the locals more again?
Saizo: Heh. You read my mind.
Orochi: Hello, Laslow. Fancy meeting you here.
Laslow: Ah, the beautiful Orochi. My day just got even lovelier.
Orochi: So, I've heard you're one of the most accomplished swordsmen around. It must be true. You're one of the most valued retainers of the Nohrian royals. You're surely the most stylish swordsman I've ever seen. And I've been watching.
Laslow: Oh, have you? But, please, no more praise. It'll go to my head.
Orochi: And what a darling blush has come to your cheeks. Such a cutie.
Laslow: Cutie now, am I? One might prefer to be called handsome, but—
Orochi: Any man can be handsome, Laslow. But one in a million is a cutie. Now, may I ask something of you? I am thinking of creating an act.
Laslow: An act? You mean, some little trifle of the stage?
Orochi: Yes, though I hope my act will be unforgettable, not trivial. Which brings me to my question: Would you join my act? Just imagine! You and I...Hoshido and Nohr...enemies, now allies! And I have a feeling that you and I would get on like fire and oil. Quite a spectacle—our audiences couldn't take their eyes off of us!
Laslow: A bit of entertainment might be nice for our army. I'll say...yes. What sort of act did you have in mind, Orochi?
Orochi: I'm not sure. Anything spring to mind, Laslow?
Laslow: Hmm. I've heard—from a woman or two—that I'm an excellent dancer. How about you and I show 'em Nohr and Hoshido, dancing cheek to cheek.
Orochi: I cannot dance, Laslow. Besides, that might be too saucy for some.
Laslow: Just a suggestion.
Orochi: Perhaps something that will give our audiences good fortune?
Laslow: Ah, perfect. Let's give it some thought. I'll dream my biggest dream.
Orochi: You do that. Oooh, I can't wait to see what comes of this!
Orochi: Why, if it isn't my new stage partner! Think of anything for our act?
Laslow: Many thoughts. But alas, none that will affect audiences the way you want.
Orochi: To give them good fortune? Well, I'm glad you're taking it seriously. I really do want that for our act. But I've come up with nothing too. What if...I read our fortunes?
Laslow: Will that work? Don't we need to think up our act before it's in our future?
Orochi: My fortunes see all. What is. What could be. My fortune-telling cards are perfect for feeling out could be. Here, I'll lay them out, six in a row...
Laslow: Oh, my. A flower card. And another? And...six flowers in a row?
Orochi: Ooh! Our future is all flowers. Very fortunate. You and I have much potential!
Laslow: But the fortune didn't tell us what our performance should be. Perhaps your cards are telling us to use lots of flowers in our act?
Orochi: We're overthinking it. Why, you people of Nohr...I bet your good ideas come out of nowhere. Just like that—BOOM.
Laslow: Boom, eh? AHA!
Orochi: Have an idea?
Laslow: I recall seeing a show long ago that employed fires of all colors. Oh, I cannot quite describe it. Half inferno, half rainbow! The secret to the flames' vivid colors involved burning different things.
Orochi: My cards were showing us flowers, and yet you saw flames?
Laslow: Flames, flowers—I see a connection in my imagination, Orochi. Oh, I finally can envision what our show will look like! But for now, I'll have to leave you in the dark. I need to research this.
Orochi: Do I sense a bit of mischief, Laslow? It's usually Orochi who does the toying. Still, I'm intrigued. Hmm, yes. You've got me on the edge of my seat. Tell me soon, will you?
Laslow: Of course, Orochi. Go—invite everyone. I promise we'll give 'em a show they'll never forget.
Orochi: Laslow! I've got everyone coming tonight for our big act. But what are you doing, sitting around making dumplings? We've got a show to put on—and I still have no idea what it is!
Laslow: Trust me, my dear. I'm making these for our show.
Orochi: How cute your dumplings are. You're pinching them shut so exactly. Oooh! In the shape of flowers. So that's how my flower cards inspired you. Your dumplings are in so many colors. Are they as tasty as they are pretty? Gimme!
Laslow: No, Orochi. Don't eat that!
Orochi: But I can't resist pretty, tasty things.
Laslow: They're not meant to be eaten. We need them for our show.
Orochi: All right. I suppose I'll just go gather up <Lord/Lady> Corrin and the others.
Laslow: Just one moment. Could you please cast a spell on these? A good-luck spell.
Orochi: Piece of cake. Stand back, Laslow.
Laslow: Thank you, Orochi dear. I've a few more preparations. See you tonight?
Orochi: I'll have everyone here at nightfall…
Orochi: Everyone's gathered. And STILL you haven't told me what we're doing.
Laslow: I will now. Let's begin.
Orochi: What? Way over here? But all of our friends are over there!
Laslow: Now it's your turn to stand back, Orochi. I don't want you to get burned.
Orochi: Hmpf. A candle flame? Not a very exciting act, Laslow. You sure about this? I don't want our friends to boo us.
Laslow: If I light...each of the...dumplings... Yah! Now! Stand back, I said! Our show is starting!
Laslow: Wheeee! Yes, fireworks! Your flower cards brought back an old memory of a fireworks show. Flowers, painted across the night sky!
Orochi: The dumplings...
Laslow: Indeed—bundles of ingredients of a most incendiary nature. I've never seen fireworks bloom so well though—must be your spell at work.
Orochi: Oh, Laslow, you crafty dog. This is simply the best.
Laslow: I never would have thought it up without you, my dear. And I have to admit... I like this even more than the thought of you and I, dancing cheek to cheek.
Orochi: Well, perhaps we'll save that act for another day, Laslow. Let's join <Lord/Lady> Corrin and the others. I do love the sound of oohs and aahs.
Laslow: I'll join you soon. I want to make sure the last of these go off.
Orochi: Ah, that's that. Such pretty flowers. Too many to choose a favorite. I guess I'll just have to ooh and aah at ALL the lovely beauties...
Orochi: Great news, Laslow. <Lord/Lady> Corrin gave rave reviews of your fireworks show. It was the perfect thing to celebrate the dream of Hoshidan-Nohrian unity.
Laslow: It was our show, my dear.
Orochi: I added a little magic to the mix. That's all.
Laslow: I think you underestimate how perfect we were together. And so, if I may ask?
Orochi: No need to tiptoe, Laslow. Just ask!
Laslow: Recall how you spread out your cards to tell our future? We asked to know about our act. But might it not mean...
Laslow: That you and I... Oh, please, my dear. Surely you have wondered the same.
Orochi: I haven't a clue.
Laslow: That we might have a future... beyond our act... Oh, enough! Here, Orochi. Just take this already.
Orochi: A bouquet of flowers. Oooh, look at them. Six in a bunch. How nice. I'll put them in a vase.
Laslow: Urggh. Really? You don't see IT... the thing...right THERE?
Orochi: What a pretty bow. Who knew you could tie it so fancifully? But...what's that you've tied up in the knot? A ring?!
Laslow: Marry me, Orochi.
Orochi: Is this some new act? A skit? A comedy? Hold on. You're serious.
Laslow: Er, yes? But if you don't find the idea of you and I...
Orochi: Oooh, such a cutie. Just look at you squirm.
Laslow: Please, don't mock my affections. I'm not one for permanent proposals.
Orochi: Oh, come now, Laslow. No need for the sudden chill. I'm flattered that you've read so much into our fortune.
Laslow: You don't need to let me down slowly. In fact, let me retract—
Orochi: Now, now. Listen. My fortunes can be nebulous. It's risky to see marriage in a row of six flowers. Better to base a proposal of love on the here and now. Which is why my answer is...
Laslow: Wait—was that a yes?
Orochi: Of course. I really felt fireworks the last time we were together, didn't you?
Laslow: So I did, you clever woman, you. And I promise to give you fireworks for the rest of your life.
Orochi: Didn't you say it was our fireworks show, Laslow? I think you and I will light up the sky every night—together!
Hana: Hai-yah! Ha! He-yah!
Hana: Phew... That was a real workout.
Hana: Hey, Laslow. Do you need something?
Laslow: Oh, you noticed me? I thought I was concealed over here... I should have expected as much from you!
Hana: You're not the best at concealing your presence. I knew you were there right away. How did you manage to become a royal retainer, anyway?
Laslow: Ouf, that's a bit harsh! Though I suppose your bluntness is a good trait, really.
Hana: Ha, perhaps. Anyway, what do you want?
Laslow: I had something I've been meaning to tell you, if you've got a moment.
Hana: What is it?
Laslow: Hana, you're... You're a lovely young woman. More than lovely, really...
Laslow: Whoa! What's with the sword?! It was a compliment! At least let me finish!
Laslow: I just thought that maybe this would suit you. Just...accent your loveliness a little. Here; it's a present from me!
Hana: Is this... Are you giving me lipstick?
Laslow: Yep! I got it as a show of thanks from a shopkeeper in town. It was very nice of her, but I can't really make use of it. So... Here you go!
Hana: But why give it to me? I'm sure there are a lot of other women you could give it to.
Laslow: I just thought... Well, I've never seen you wearing makeup, so I thought you'd like it. You're already very lovely, and this lipstick could add a nice accent...
Hana: Hrmph. I don't need makeup. I never have. Especially not on the battlefield.
Laslow: But how can you know if you've never even tried it on? You may be surprised with the outcome!
Hana: Just no, OK? Let's drop this, or I'll show you why I was made a retainer!
Laslow: OK, OK. No need to swing your sword around like that! ... I still think it would suit you.
Hana: I just said—! That's it, come here!
Laslow: Ah! Yikes!
Hana: You'd better run!
Laslow: Hana! Hey, Hannnnnnnaaaaa!
Hana: Hello, Laslow...
Laslow: Remember the lipstick I was offering you before? I brought it again today... OUCH!
Hana: Consider yourself lucky that I've only got my practice sword on me. I told you before; I have no need for the makeup you've got. Putting it on and maintaining it would only get in the way of my training.
Laslow: It's not like I'm suggesting a dramatic change to your appearance! I don't even see how lipstick could affect your training.
Hana: I'm certain I would feel differently about myself if I put that on.
Laslow: Oh. If that's the case, I think it's all the more reason to wear lipstick at least.
Hana: ...What are you talking about?
Laslow: You know all about war paint, of course. This lipstick is just like that! The shopkeeper who gave it to me told me that it would definitely help in battle. She said that it would inspire confidence and add more strength to attacks.
Laslow: Which makes me think that you'd enjoy wearing it. How can you say no to something that will only make you a better fighter?!
Hana: ...Not a single word of that was true, was it?
Laslow: Well... The shopkeeper did say the shade of color was nice.
Hana: I thought as much...
Laslow: It still wouldn't hurt to try it. If nothing else, the color has the same name as your master.
Hana: It's called "sakura"?
Laslow: Yup, exactly!
Hana: I... Fine. I'll take the lipstick off your hands.
Laslow: What? Really? I was sure you'd refuse again.
Hana: It being that color changes everything. I admit I'm a little curious now. But I'll probably only wear it once, just so you know.
Laslow: That's fine! I'm looking forward to seeing how it looks on you!
Laslow: What a nice day.
Laslow: Yikes! You scared me, Hana. Why do you have to sneak up on me like that?
Hana: You really couldn't tell I was there? You don't have the most well-honed senses, do you? It's a wonder you became a royal retainer...
Laslow: Ahaha. You're as harsh as ever. Hey, there's something different about you today... I can't quite place it.
Hana: I tried putting on a bit of that lipstick you gave me the other day. That's probably what you're noticing.
Laslow: Oh, you're right! You did wear it! I was right; that color does look wonderful on you. Let me get a closer look...
Hana: Whoa, hey now! You're way too close!!
Laslow: Ah! You're right! I'm so sorry! That's just embarrassing...
Hana: I was just gonna say that. What were you thinking, leaning in that way?
Laslow: I'm sorry! I was just so fixated on you. That lipstick really does make you even more lovely than before.
Hana: O-oh... I...um. Thanks? The color ended up being a lot lighter than I thought it was going to be.
Laslow: It really suits you. I think you could pull off other kinds of makeup, too.
Hana: Nope! Not a chance. I told you before that this was a onetime thing.
Laslow: I remember. I was just hoping you'd change your mind about that. Even so, I'm glad I got to see you looking so nice.
Hana: You are...? Heehee...
Laslow: At last! I got you to laugh! Hey, I know what we could do! Let's go show everyone how you look!
Laslow: You went through the trouble of putting it on. You may as well show off a little bit! I'm sure everyone will shower you with compliments, too! Besides, if you're never going to wear it again, they'll all definitely want to see.
Hana: Nope, no way, and not a chance! There is nothing in the world to get me to do that.
Laslow: Really? I had no idea you were so shy.
Hana: You're one to talk!
Laslow: How about if we just show Princess Sakura?
Hana: ... I suppose that would be OK...
Laslow: It's settled, then! Let's go find her right away!
Hana: OK, but if you even think of flirting with Lady Sakura... it won't be my practice sword that smacks your back!
Laslow: Y-yes, ma'am!
Laslow: Hey there, Hana. Lady Sakura seemed to like your lipstick the other day. I hope it wasn't too awkward for you.
Hana: She did like it. Her kind words even made me blush a little bit.
Laslow: I brought you another lipstick, since the first was such a success. Would you like to try it for me?
Hana: Laslow, I told you I wasn't going to wear anything more after that one time. Continuing to offer me more will only annoy me.
Laslow: I... I apologize. I won't say another word about it. I thought that since you smiled so broadly when Lady Sakura complimented you... maybe this would be a way to get you to like me more.
Hana: I'm actually kind of surprised that you gave up so easily for once.
Laslow: Of course! The last thing I want to do is make the woman I love hate me.
Hana: Ah, that's a good... WHAAAT?! Wh-what did you just say?!
Laslow: I said that I love you, Hana.
Hana: Are you messing with me? I'm warning you, I won't forgive you if you are!
Laslow: I'm not teasing you! I'm telling you the honest truth about how I feel. You inspire me with how hard you work for Princess Sakura. I might throw out compliments easily, but this isn't something I'd joke about.
Laslow: I realize now, though, that I may have been a bit annoying with the makeup stuff...
Hana: Perhaps at first, but I don't think it's as annoying anymore...
Laslow: Wh-what do you mean?
Hana: At first I was bothered that you were disrupting my training. But now—especially after what you said— you make me happy when you're around. I think that's because I...love you, too.
Laslow: R-really?! I'm so happy to hear you say that, Hana! I'm glad that I brought this then, and not just that lipstick...
Hana: What is this? Some sort of box...
Laslow: Open it and find out!
Hana: Is this... It's a glass cherry blossom?
Laslow: Indeed! I know how much Lady Sakura means to you... I thought that you'd really like this. It's a good symbol of starting a relationship, too. What do you think?
Hana: Thank you, Laslow. It means a lot that you respect my dedication to Lady Sakura. All right. I've made up my mind.
Laslow: About what?
Hana: If we're to be together, you'll have to let me help you train. We'll train so much that Lord Xander will be proud of your hard work! You improving is my only condition!
Laslow: You mean... If I try to become a better retainer, we can be together?
Hana: Exactly! Should we start now? I think a competition in skill is a good start... Or maybe just some routine drills?
Laslow: Hana... Thank you. Your eagerness to help me is wonderful. And inspiring! But for now, perhaps we could just stay here and talk some more? I want to know all about you!
Hana: Oh, all right... That idea actually makes me quite happy, too...
Kana: Hey, Papa. Can I talk to you about something?
Laslow: Of course, Kana. What's up?
Kana: It's Mama... I feel like she's always treating me like a child.
Laslow: Ahaha! That's only natural. You're her son, after all. And a young one to boot!
Kana: I know, I know. I just mean I'm not as much of a child as I used to be. I want to help out with things. But whenever I try, she just tells me to go play with my friends instead.
Laslow: Oh, I see. You want some responsibilities of your own now, eh?
Kana: Right! I want to show her she can rely on me. I wonder if there's anything I could do for her... Maybe something special?
Laslow: Hmm... Good question... Well, whenever we have time, I usually try to take your mother out to tea. She seems to love that!
Laslow: Er...did I say something wrong?
Kana: No... It's just that teatime is a special Papa thing. I don't wanna be a copycat. And besides, that wouldn't show her I was responsible...
Laslow: Ah, I see. Good point...
Kana: Oh, I know! Let's have a contest, Papa!
Laslow: A contest?
Kana: Yeah! We'll have a contest to see which of us can make Mama happier! Between the two of us, I'm sure we can come up with all sorts of things! Whoever Mama thanks the most wins!
Laslow: A little friendly competition between father and son, hm? Sounds great! I accept your challenge.
Kana: Really? Yay!
Laslow: But remember: I am your mother's husband. I know her better than anyone else. And I don't intend to go easy on you. Besting me will be no mean feat!
Kana: That's fine by me, Papa. I'm gonna beat you fair and square!
Laslow: Heh. Then may the best man win!
Kana: Hey Papa! I've been making a ton of progress on our contest! How about you?
Laslow: Well, I haven't done anything too special yet, but she's thanked me many times. Let's see... I've got a tally right here.
Kana: WOW! That's so many! And you got all of these already?
Laslow: I was as surprised as you are. I guess I do more for your mother than I realized. Although, what else could one expect of a charmer like me?
Kana: Hmph... Well, I'm still not going to lose! Here, see! I recorded all mine too! And the total is...um...
Laslow: Ghhk. Y-you got the same number as me! How?!
Kana: I do? I do! Haha! Kana's gonna beat you big time, Papa! I don't have to work like you, so I've been spending all day doing things for her!
Laslow: So that's your secret! And what kind of things have you been doing?
Kana: Mostly I've been trying to help out around camp! I spend each morning making arrows for the fletchers. Then, at lunch, I slice the bear meat and hand out food to the soldiers. Oh, and at night I make sure the mounts are all fed and outfitted for the next day. Plus I do a bunch of other little things whenever I have the time!
Laslow: Wow. That's quite a lot of work for someone your age. I'm impressed. You really have been growing up, haven't you?
Laslow: Oh, just a thought. Wasn't so long ago you were still a cute little pink lump in swaddling clothes. Now, all of a sudden, you're making real, important contributions to the army. Maybe I've been treating you like too much of a child as well.
Kana: Heehee. Yeah, I've been working real hard. Soon there'll be nothing I can't do!
Laslow: I believe it. And I bet your mother has been very proud all your hard work.
Kana: I hope so! And I'm gonna make her even prouder tomorrow!
Laslow: Looks like I can't get careless now. Time to heat things up!
Laslow: Hey, Kana!
Kana: Hi, Papa...
Laslow: What's the matter? I expected you to still be exulting after your little victory the other day. Or has besting your father already lost its charm?
Kana: Oh, no. I'm still happy about that, I guess. It's just that I was trying to do things for Mama earlier, and she made me stop. She said I should be spending more time playing around with my friends again. She still thinks I'm just a kid. Haven't I shown her I'm old enough to help out around camp?
Laslow: I see, so that's it. I wouldn't worry. It's not you. You're doing good work, I promise.
Kana: Then why doesn't she want me to help with anything?
Laslow: I think your mother knows full well you're capable of handling these things. But seeing you acting so grown-up makes her feel sad.
Kana: Huh? Why?
Laslow: Well, she doesn't want to lose her baby boy. She's very, very proud that you're growing up and working so hard. But at the same time, she's worried it means you won't need her anymore. It's a little silly, but it's true. Parents can be funny like that.
Kana: So...what should I do?
Laslow: I'd say to keep helping out around camp, but don't work yourself so hard. Take breaks to see your friends, play games, go on adventures. You know. And try to spend some quality time with your mother every now and then. Think you can handle that?
Laslow: What? Do you not want to spend time with your mother?
Kana: No, that's not it! It's just... I feel like that stuff is for babies.
Laslow: No, Kana, it's not for babies. It's for children. And your mother wants you to stay a child for just a little while longer. We both do.
Laslow: Kana, we know that you're growing, and that you want more responsibilities. And we know that you're going to be a fine young man someday. But for now...relax. Don't try to grow up so quickly.
Kana: OK. Thanks, Papa. I'll think real hard about everything you said.
Laslow: Good. You know... I think it would be good if you spent the night in with your mother. Lemme go talk to her about it.
Kana: Wait! What about you?
Laslow: What Me? No no no. I've got plans out in to—
Kana: But, Papa! I thought you wanted me to enjoy my childhood. It wouldn't be much of a childhood without a Papa...
Laslow: Heh. You know just what to say, don't you? All right, all right, fine. Go tell your mother.
Laslow: A night in with the family, huh? It sounds almost too good to be true. This happiness...now this is something worth dying for.
Laslow: Shigure! You're back to painting again?
Shigure: Hello, Father. Sorry, I didn't hear you come in. I know this is no time for painting, since we're at war and all.
Laslow: That's not true! I didn't come here to scold you. Honestly, I really like your paintings. I think you should spend more time on artwork!
Shigure: That's kind of you to say. But I really don't think I have much of a future as an artist.
Laslow: Heheh. You and I are similar. At the end of the day, we're both pretty shy. In a different time, I know you would have become a brilliant artist. If only there was a way to show off your paintings to more people...
Shigure: What do you mean?
Laslow: Let me think for a minute... Wait! I have a great idea. We will hold a big solo exhibition for you!
Shigure: A-an exhibition? I could never do that. Besides, our troops are on the advance. The setup alone would be way more work than it's worth.
Laslow: This doesn't have to be some grand affair. All we have to do is reserve a spacious tent and invite all the villagers and soldiers.
Shigure: B-but it seems so vain to reserve a whole tent just for my personal use.
Laslow: I think that your paintings might be able to grant some peace of mind. With everyone exhausted from the war, the people could use a night of fun.
Shigure: I'm not sure...
Laslow: I'm not trying to force you to do anything. What do you say?
Shigure: OK, fine... We can try it, I guess. But I have to admit that it makes me a bit anxious.
Laslow: Don't be! This will be great! Let's get right to business. I'll go try and round up some volunteers in town. I'll be back with some good news soon!
Shigure: Thank you, Father!
Shigure: Hello, Father...
Laslow: Hey there, Shigure! Say, is something on your mind?
Shigure: Well... You've done so much to make this exhibition a possibility. I just wanted to say thanks.
Laslow: Oh don't be silly. I haven't done much of anything. Things are coming together because of all the help from the volunteers. They're all so enthusiastic because they can't wait to see your work!
Shigure: O-oh, I see...
Laslow: Son, are you feeling nervous?
Shigure: Of course. But mostly I'm concerned about my newest painting. It's just not coming together like I hoped it would.
Laslow: New painting? Oh, right! The one you've been working on just for the show, right? Time's running out! While I would love to see it, maybe you should just finish it after the event is over.
Shigure: I promised myself that I would get it done. So many people have come together to give me this opportunity. And the final piece really unites the show. I have to keep going.
Laslow: OK, if you say so. But please, don't work yourself into the ground. If you make yourself sick, we will have to cancel the show.
Shigure: Don't worry, I'll be careful. I should get back to my painting. Good-bye, Father.
Laslow: Hang in there, Son!
Laslow: A new painting, huh? I wonder what he's working on...
Laslow: The exhibition has finally begun! I better take a peek inside the tent... Wow... Look at this crowd! What a remarkable turnout. This is impressive. And there's no shortage of gorgeous ladies here as well... Wait, stop it! None of that today! It's nice to see so many smiles for once. I think it's fair to say this event is a big hit. Shigure really should be proud. Huh? Wait, I haven't seen him here. Where could he possibly be?
Laslow: S-Son, what happened?! Did you just arrive? I hope nothing bad occurred on your way here.
Shigure: Sorry about that, Father. I've been up all night finishing something.
Laslow: What's that under your arm? Is it the painting you've been working on?
Shigure: Y-yes, it is...
Laslow: Shigure, I'm glad that you have a good, solid work ethic. But don't you remember me telling you not to overdo it? Even if you hadn't finished this in time, there's still a ton of great paintings here. What if you had made yourself sick? All that hard work would have been totally pointless!
Shigure: I know. But 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.
Laslow: What the—?! Th-this is me...and your mother?!
Shigure: Yes, it's a portrait of you two.
Laslow: So this is what you've been working so hard on lately? I had no idea...
Shigure: Yes, 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.
Laslow: Son, this is the finest painting that I've ever seen! You truly are a remarkable artist.
Shigure: F-Father, it hurts when you hug me so tightly... Hahaha.
Laslow: Eheheh, sorry about that! I was overcome with emotion for a moment. You make me very proud.
Shigure: I feel the same way!
Laslow: Thank you, Son. Why are we just standing around? We have to get this painting on display!
Shigure: O-OK. It is a little embarrassing, though...
Laslow: I realize that having something personal out in the open isn't easy. But this wouldn't be a true exhibition if we didn't put this painting on the wall too! Let's put it where everyone can see it. Is that all right with you, Shigure?
Shigure: Sure, Father. Let's put it up!
Laslow: Hmmm la la laaaa... ♪
Soleil: Heya! Whatcha doing? Getting in a little dance practice?
Laslow: Yep! What about you?
Soleil: I just got back from the village! Today I had tea with about five girls. Kee hee.
Laslow: Whaaa?! That many, eh? That's amazing... Suddenly I feel an incredible sense of defeat in terms of my own tea count...
Soleil: Heh, don't worry about it. Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. Unlike you, I'm an awful dancer! I have literally ZERO rhythm. But hey, I can chat up cuties like no one's business! You, on the other hand...
Laslow: Wow, you sure know how to rub salt in a wound... Well, I suppose there are worse things than losing out to my adorable daughter.
Soleil: Awww, you're the best overly doting parent in the world.
Laslow: Hey, now! I'm not overly doting at all! I called you adorable because I honestly think you're adorable!
Soleil: Suuuure. Right. You're quick with the compliments, aren't you? Is that how you got Mom to fall for you? Oh! Also, how exactly did you propose to her? Was it romaaaantic, hee hee?
Laslow: Soleil! Don't you think that's a little personal?
Soleil: Geez, no need to be shy. It'll be more embarrassing for ME to hear about it!
Laslow: But if the answer will embarrass you, then why did you ask?
Soleil: Hee hee, because I'm so happy right now! And it's probably a cute story! Honestly, it's just so great being able to talk to you about anything like this. We have so much lost time to make up for now that I'm out of the stupid Deeprealms.
Laslow: Oh, Soleil... I'm so sorry you had to grow up there. I know how lonely you were.
Soleil: Don't worry about it; that's all in the past now. I'm just so happy we're finally together. Nothing will ever tear us apart!
Laslow: You really are the best daughter a father could ask for. And the most adorable! Ah, I have an idea! Let's go out for tea so we can keep chatting. What do you say?
Soleil: Sorry, but I've had enough tea to last a lifetime. ...Just kidding! Hee hee! That sounds amazing! I have so many things I want to ask you! Oh! Like about how you look so cool during battle! What's your secret?! Now that we're together, I have to be a great fighter so I can protect you. And I might as well look cool while I'm at it, just like you!
Laslow: Hmm, so you want to improve your battle skill, do you? I don't know. Honestly I'd rather not put you in any dangerous situations...
Soleil: What are you saying?! Waiting around without doing anything to help is absolutely out of the question! You should understand my position more than anybody, shouldn't you?
Laslow: Ha ha, all right, all right! I suppose you have a point. But first, we'll start with some relaxing tea. Do we have a deal?
Soleil: Deal! Yaaay, this is going to be AWESOME!
Laslow: Are you feeling better, Soleil? Have you had someone tend to your injuries yet?
Soleil: I'm OK. I'm also...so very sorry. I promised to make myself useful in battle, but I failed miserably...
Laslow: I don't care about whether you won or lost. I'm just glad you weren't seriously injured. More importantly, I want you to explain to me why you did something so reckless. Forcing your way between me and an enemy like that could have gotten you killed!
Soleil: If I hadn't done that, you would have been in real danger! When we were out for tea the other day, you said you had one weakness... Diagonal attacks from behind! You said you have trouble blocking those effectively. And that opponent today... That's exactly where he was trying to attack you from...
Laslow: I don't care what your reasons were, as noble as they may have been. You are forbidden from putting yourself in danger, even if it's to help me out. On the battlefield, I don't want you looking out for me. Do you understand? The only person you should be worrying about in battle is yourself.
Soleil: I'm sorry, but...I can't do that! I have to protect you! I can't stand the thought of losing you...
Laslow: And how do you think I'd feel if I lost you? Now do as I say. No arguments.
Soleil: I...I can't agree to that...
Soleil: Just stop it! There's no way you could understand how I feel!!
Soleil: You don't know how lonely it was in the Deeprealms... And how scared I was. Every time I watched you leave, I knew it might be the last time I ever saw you. Now that I'm fighting at your side, I want to protect you no matter what! I won't ever EVER let you die! I don't care what happens to me!!
Laslow: ... I understand how you feel.
Soleil: *sniffle* Liar...
Laslow: I'm not lying, Soleil. I really do. When I was young...I lost both of my parents in a terrible war. My father left for battle and never returned. And my beautiful mother died right before my eyes, trying to protect me.
Soleil: No... That's awful.
Laslow: That's why I was so terrified earlier... For a moment, I thought I might lose you the same way I lost them... But you were scared too, weren't you? I'm sorry to have put you through that. Thank you, my sweet girl. For saving me, and for being safe yourself.
Soleil: So, when you were a kid...you were scared too? Just like me?
Laslow: I was. However, since becoming a father, I now understand how my own parents felt. Their intense desire to protect their child, no matter the consequences. Even if it means dying in their stead...
Soleil: N-no! You can't! Please, don't even say it!
Laslow: Shhh, calm down. I have no intention of dying in battle. I promise to do all I can to stay safe so you don't have to worry about me.
Soleil: But on the battlefield, promises are just...
Laslow: What? Do you think your dad's promise is meaningless? You can't trust me?
Soleil: Of course I can trust you! It's just...
Laslow: Thank you, Soleil. I will choose to trust you as well. I believe in your ability to keep yourself safe, so I'll try not to worry so much.
Laslow: Please do the same. Do it for me. I need you to focus on staying safe so that neither of us ever have to lose each other. I'll do the same, I swear. Please find it in your heart to believe me.
Soleil: ... ...OK. I believe you. I promise I won't do anything that reckless again.
Laslow: Thank you, Soleil. You don't know how happy that makes me.
Soleil: But you have to promise to stay with me forever, OK? You can't ever leave me! I'd be really upset if you ever went away somewhere and I couldn't see you again.
Laslow: ...If that's what you want, then so be it. I promise to stay by your side, always.
Soleil: Yaaaay! Now enough serious talk. Let's go scope out some cuties and drink tea!
Laslow: There, finished! I executed that dance really well this time, if I do say so myself.
Soleil: It was wonderful, Dad!
Laslow: Argh! Oh... Hello, Soleil. I didn't see you there.
Soleil: Hi! So yeah, you were great. You fell out of your turns a little, though. Watch that. And it might be prettier if you stretch your arms a bit higher during that middle part.
Soleil: Is something wrong, Dad? Oh, am I being way too harsh?
Laslow: Ha ha, not at all. Sorry, you just reminded me of someone very dear to me. A girl not unlike yourself used to give me similar feedback not too long ago.
Soleil: A girl? Who was it?! Was it Mom? Or some other girl you dated? Oh! Or was it a mysterious damsel you totally rescued...? Or maybe—
Laslow: Nope! Wrong on all counts. Like I said, you look a lot like her. She was kind, and strong, and she loved me with all her heart. *sigh*
Soleil: Hmm, I'm not so sure Mom would like you talking about another woman like that...
Laslow: Ha ha, she wouldn't mind at all. I'm talking about my mother. In other words, your grandmother.
Soleil: Oh! Well, I guess that's OK then. I was worried for a moment! ... Wait... Um, didn't you say she passed away? I guess she told you about dancing before that?
Laslow: No, after. It's a long story...but I got to see her one more time after she passed. She was about the same age as you and me at the time.
Soleil: That makes...literally no sense. Ugh, I'm so confused right now.
Laslow: It's complicated, for sure. Someday I'll tell you everything. At that time, I'll need you to make a tough decision for me... About whether to remain in this world or return with me to my original world.
Soleil: Your original world...?!
Laslow: I want to stay with you forever, Soleil... Just as I promised, I won't ever leave you unless you tell me it's OK. But depending on your choice, there might be a chance we have to say good-bye...
Laslow: Soleil, please don't look so sad! Look...the truth is—
Soleil: Dad! Let's go out for tea. Like, right now.
Laslow: Huh?! Soleil, what's the matter? I thought you'd want to know the full truth...
Soleil: Yeah, but...you looked so pained when you were about to tell me about it. That's why I decided to invite you to tea instead so you'll smile again!
Laslow: That's very sweet of you. But...
Soleil: You don't have to say it, Dad. I love you, and that's all that matters. Please don't force yourself to tell me anything before you're ready. Let's just enjoy being together and not think about the future! I'm having fun already just thinking about the nice time we're going to have! Laughing and spending time with you, and with all our friends... Life is so good right now! Let's worry about the future as it comes.
Soleil: What's with that face, Dad? Aren't you happy to have tea with me? I usually only spend my time on cuties, so you should feel honored!
Laslow: I suppose you're right. And yes, I'm very happy.
Soleil: Woo! OK, now I'll go find a nonstop wave of cute girls to join us. Don't cute girls make everything better?!
Laslow: ...I'm not going to argue with you there, but let's leave cute girls out of this. Today I just want to spend time with my wonderful daughter. Is that OK with you?
Soleil: Hmmm... Well, I don't see where you're coming from, but sure!
Laslow: Ahaha! You're really just like your old man. Thank you, Soleil.
Soleil: I'm just happy I got you to laugh again! ... Hey, Dad? I don't know what happened to you in the past... But I DO know how much you love me now. I know one day you'll tell me everything... And one day, we may even have to part ways... But no matter what, I'll always be your daughter. Always. I love you, Dad. I always have, and I always, always will.
Laslow: I love you too, Soleil. Now and forever.
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