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Samson/Conversations

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The following text is an unofficial translation by fans. There may be stylistic differences with official sources and other unofficial translations.

This page contains all of Samson's paired base conversations.

Samson and Kris

First conversation

If Kris is male

Samson: ...
(Kris appears)
Kris: Hm, is that... Sir Samson? Is he meditating? What amazing concentration... It's like time is standing still around him.
Samson: Sir Kris?
Kris: Sorry, Sir Samson. I disturbed you, didn't I?
Samson: I don't mind.
Kris: You meditate a lot, right, Sir Samson?
Samson: Yes. There's a war goin' on right now. In other words, what's expected from me is action.
Kris: Fighting, you mean?
Samson: Therefore, I believe that what I must do in battle, I should do silently.
Kris: I see.
Samson: However, in the last few days... I've hit a thick wall.
Kris: You've... hit a wall?
Samson: That's right.
Kris: If you think it's a wall, then it must be a really big wall to me. But, if I'm not being a hindrance, would you discuss this wall with me? I want to help.
Samson: Hm, I see. I'm grateful. Then, shall we hang out here another day? I need to take care of some things.
Kris: Sure, I don't mind.
Samson: You have my thanks. Then, we'll meet again, Sir Kris.

If Kris is female

Samson: ...
(Kris appears)
Kris: Oh, that's... Sir Samson. He's meditating. What incredible concentration... It feels like time has stood still around him...
Samson: Dame Kris?
Kris: Forgive me, Sir Samson. I didn't wish to disturb you.
Samson: I don't mind.
Kris: You meditate a lot, right, Sir Samson?
Samson: Yes. There's a war goin' on right now. In other words, what's expected from me is action.
Kris: Fighting... you mean?
Samson: Therefore, I believe that what I must do in battle, I should do silently.
Kris: I see.
Samson: However, in the last few days... I've hit a thick wall.
Kris: You've... hit a wall?
Samson: That's right.
Kris: If you think it's a wall, then it must be a really big wall to me. But, if I'm not being a hindrance, I wonder if you could discuss this wall with me? Please, let me help you surpass it.
Samson: Hm, I see. I'm grateful. Then, shall we hang out here another day? I need to take care of some things.
Kris: Sure, I don't mind.
Samson: You have my thanks. Then, we'll meet again, Dame Kris.

Second conversation

If Kris is male

Kris: Sir Samson.
Samson: Hm, Sir Kris. I'm sorry to bother you.
Kris: I don't mind. But more to the point, what exactly is this wall you talked about, Sir Samson?
Samson: Hm. First, I want you to take a gander at this.
(Samson gives Kris a piece of paper)
Kris: Huh, this is... what, exactly?
Samson: A book listin' "cute things" from the entire continent.
Kris: Knitting, accessories, I see. There are even dolls... Sir Samson. I didn't know you had such a hobby.
Samson: And I don't. It's not mine.
Kris: Then, whose hobby is it?
Samson: That... I can't say. Sorry.
Kris: I see. Got it.
Samson: I want to choose the cutest thing among these. But, I don't know how.
Kris: ...Oh, I see. So it's a present.
Samson: ...I can't say.
Kris: I see. I understand. But, we're in trouble. I'm sorry, but I don't have a clue about this either.
Samson: Damn, I see.
Kris: But, from your expression, I strongly felt this is a wall... that must be surpassed.
Samson: ...Sir Kris.
Kris: Sir Samson. Could you lend me that book for a bit?
Samson: I don't mind. Do you have a plan?
Kris: Yes. Let's meet again here, later!

If Kris is female

Samson: Dame Kris. I'm sorry to bother you.
Kris: No, I don't mind. But more to the point... what exactly is this wall you talked about, Sir Samson?
Samson: Hm. First, I want you to take a gander at this.
(Samson gives Kris a piece of paper)
Kris: Eh? This... is?
Samson: A book listin' "cute things" from the entire continent.
Kris: Knitting, accessories, I see. There are even dolls... Sir Samson. So you had this kind of hobby.
Samson: No, I don't. It's not mine.
Kris: Oh gosh... Then, whose hobby could it be?
Samson: That... I can't say. Sorry.
Kris: ...I see.
Samson: I want to choose the cutest thing among these. But, I don't know how.
Kris: ...Oh! I see. It's a present, isn't it?
Samson: ...I can't say.
Kris: Tee hee, I understand now. But... we're in trouble. I'm sorry, but I've no interest in fashion... So I wouldn't really know to choose.
Samson: Damn, I see.
Kris: But... I want to help you somehow, Sir Samson. I really do.
Samson: ...Dame Kris.
Kris: Sir Samson. Would you mind lending me that book for a bit?
Samson: No, I don't mind. Do you have a plan?
Kris: Yes. Let's meet here again, later!

Third conversation

If Kris is male

Kris: Sir Samson!
Samson: Oh, Sir Kris. Did you figure something out?
Kris: Yes, take a look at this.
Samson: This is the book we looked at together, the one listin' "cute things"...
Kris: Take a good look at the product articles.
Samson: Oh! Levels of recommendation... are written. But how?
Kris: I asked Miss Larabel to write them in, the last time I stopped by the vendor.
Samson: I see. To find cakes, go to a cake shop.
Kris: Exactly.
Samson: I think this will come in handy. Sir Kris, you have my thanks.
Kris: No, I wanted to know too. Let's reach the end of this road together.
Samson: Yes. Now, let me have a read.
Kris: Okay.
Samson: Guh...
Kris: Uh, this is... Expensive, isn't it?
Samson: And there are recommendations dotted all over the place.
Kris: Oh yeah, she is a merchant after all...
Samson: Yeah. This is truly a road we can't walk through, in the end...
Kris: Yes, I'd have to agree with you.
Samson: Hm, Sir Kris. There's a piece of paper inside.
Kris: You're right. There's something written on it. I'll read. "Ending this war would be the best present for her. If you want to buy her something, you can do that later. I'll give you two a special discount. Do your best! –Larabel, the vendor" ...Good grief.
Samson: Heh. It seems she's seen through everythin'.

If Kris is female

Kris: Sir Samson!
Samson: Oh, Dame Kris. Did you figure something out?
Kris: Yes, please take a look at this.
Samson: This is the book we looked at together, the one listin' "cute things"...
Kris: Please turn your attention to the product articles.
Samson: Oh! Levels of recommendation... are written. But how?
Kris: A while ago, I happened by the vendor and I asked Miss Larabel to write them in.
Samson: I see. To find cakes, go to a cake shop.
Kris: That's right!
Samson: I think this will come in handy. Dame Kris, you have my thanks.
Kris: No, it was nothing. I wanted to know too... Well, let's choose something good.
Samson: Yes. Well, let me have a read.
Kris: Okay. I feel so excited for some reason...
Samson: Guh...
Kris: Uh, this is... Expensive, isn't it?
Samson: Plus there are recommendations dotted all over the place.
Kris: Oh yes, she is a merchant after all...
Samson: Yeah. This is truly a road we can't walk through, in the end...
Kris: Yes, I'd have to agree with you.
Samson: Hm, Dame Kris. There's a piece of paper inside.
Kris: Oh, you're right. There's something written on it... Okay, I'll read. "Ending this war would be the best present for her. If you want to buy her something, you can do that later. I'll give you two a special discount. Do your best! –Larabel, the vendor" ...Good grief.
Samson: Heh. It seems she's seen through everythin'.

Samson and Sheena

First conversation

Sheena: Ah. Samson.
Samson: Hm, Sheena? Do you need somethin'?
Sheena: No, err... N-nothing in particular really...
Samson: I see.
Sheena: Have I... annoyed you?
Samson: No. Why would I be annoyed simply because of your summons?
Sheena: Huh... Why wouldn't you be?
Samson: ... I can't say.
Sheena: I-I see. My apologies, I've intruded, have I not?
Samson: No. That's not it, Sheena. I am the one at fault.
Sheena: ...Don't say that. The fault is mine.
Samson: Hm...
Sheena: ......
Samson: ...It seems we've come to an impasse.
Sheena: Ah, yes.... You're correct.
Samson: Shall we go outside, Sheena? You should remove that heavy armor while you're at it.
Sheena: Alright. Could you... go on ahead then, Samson? I'll join you later.
Samson: Yes, understood.

Second conversation

Sheena: Samson, do you have... any desire to be king?
Samson: Hmm... Nope.
Sheena: I-I see...
Samson: I'm a mercenary, and always will be. Besides, Sheena... I don't have the ability to rule over another.
Sheena: Well, I'm not sure I agree...
Samson: Hmm?
Sheena: No, pay it no mind. I... I don't have that ability either.
Samson: Sheena, don't tell me, you...
Sheena: Yes. This war made it all too clear. I am not qualified to be queen...
Samson: ... It seems you've made up your mind.
Sheena: ...Samson. Can I ask you just one thing?
Samson: Yes, of course.
Sheena: A mercenary... is oftentimes forced to serve a master with whom he does not agree, correct?
Samson: That... depends on the mercenary. If you don't like them, then don't work with them. That's what I reckon, at any rate. I'll not cheapen my ideals for anyone.
Sheena: I see. Thank goodness...
Samson: Hm? What do you mean?
Sheena: Ah, no, it's nothing. I'm just talking to myself.
Samson: I see. Well, if that's an acceptable answer, then all is well.
Sheena: Uh, Samson. There is one more thing I'd like to ask you...
Samson: So many questions today... Go ahead, Sheena.
Sheena: Thank you. Then...

Third conversation

Sheena: Samson, you used to protect a village near Archanea Palace, long ago, correct?
Samson: Yeah. It was a good place to live.
Sheena: Well, this is just hearsay but...
Samson: Hm? What is it?
Sheena: I've heard that the palace town is a wonderful place to shop. I, um... I'm unfamiliar with the area so... So, I was wondering... If it would be okay with you, would you escort me...?
Samson: Of course. An easy task.
Sheena: I'm so happy...! Err, I mean... You have my gratitude.
Samson: Yeah. But... there is one slight problem.
Sheena: Huh? What would that be?
Samson: The palace town is huge. You cannot possibly go around all of it in just one or two days.
Sheena: I-I see...
Samson: ... I wonder if Prince Marth will emerge victorious.
Sheena: Huh? Oh, yes. Most likely.
Samson: If that should happen, m'lady will probably live in the palace.
Sheena: ...! Samson, do you mean...
Samson: You can come anytime, Sheena. I'll be right there.
Sheena: Yes...!