C Support

Hector: Ah, Eliwood! It’s good to see you’re still well!
Eliwood: Hm. You expected otherwise?
Hector: No, of course not. I knew you’d be fine.
Eliwood: Hector, wait for a moment. What did you want?
Hector: Nothing. It’s enough to see that you live and are still fighting. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t overdoing it with me not around.
Eliwood: I should say the same to you.
Hector: Me? Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. I’m built tough, you know. A little too much is just enough for me. But you, you’ve never a hardy one, Eliwood. Nor are you used to travel. Go on too long and you’ll collapse.
Eliwood: We’re all weaklings compared to you, Hector. …Thankfully, wars are not won by strength alone, eh? We’ve been sparring once every two months since we were twelve, and of 30 matches, 14 I won, 12 I lost, and 4 were draws.
Hector: Erh? I think not! I recall 31 matches–an even 13-13 split, with 5 draws!
Eliwood: Yes, well, you recall wrong. I’m in the right.
Hector: Hmph. And what makes you so certain?
Eliwood: Whose snoring was it that shook the rafters in number class?
Hector: Ah, good point.
Eliwood: …Still, I’m touched you were worried about me. Now, back to the fray!
Hector: Hey, wait! …Blast.

B Support

Eliwood: Something wrong, Hector? Was that a yawn I saw? Not the best battlefield manners.
Hector: Ah… It’s nothing. Just, my dreams lately…
Eliwood: Dreams? What kind of dreams?
Hector: Laugh, and I’ll kill you.
Eliwood: …All right.
Hector: There was this man–a giant with a great beard–carrying a girl on his shoulders. The girl called to him “Father”, and she was smiling, happy. Then the father said to her, “Yes, my beloved daughter?” That’s all, really. But it felt as though… It felt like a long-past memory. The man looked a bit like my own father, I suppose. But who is the little girl? Aye, she was a cute one.
Eliwood: What color was her hair?
Hector: Huh. Blue.
Eliwood: And the man’s hair? His moustache?
Hector: His were bluish, too.
Eliwood: Then it is a vision of your own future! A great moustache, eh? Ah hah hah!
Hector: Grr… You laughed! Hm. If that is my future I’m not sure I like it.
Eliwood: Why not?
Hector: The girl that would be my daughter… She gets taken away by this boy that appears later. …A boy with red hair! Yes, it was red, I’m sure of it.
Eliwood: Don’t get ahead of yourself! There are plenty of people with red hair…
Hector: Quiet! Now I’m sure–
the boy was a Pheraen. No matter how close we may be, I’ll not–I’ll not give up my daughter!
Eliwood: Hector! Let’s hope your dream doesn’t come true, eh? For my sake.

A Support

Eliwood: Hector, you still remember that time?
Hector: What time?
Eliwood: You know, what was it– ten years ago? When the lords of Lycia held the oath rites, back in Ostia? “Should one land of Lycia be attacked, all will fight as one…” Remember? While our parents were off pledging their oaths, we kids were in that one room.
Hector: Yeah, I remember. We had to act in a manner befitting the children of nobility, or some such nonsense. I just remember being stuck in there, having to sit in that chair talking to whoever was next to me. Course, wouldn’t you know that Erik of Laus was on my right? Man, I heard more than enough sweet talk from that one!
Eliwood: Right, right. That was the first time any of us met, after all. He had no idea who you were–
he just wanted to get in favor with a lordling of Lycia.
Hector: Aye, he was all mouth anyway. Saying things like “let us join forces for the good of Lycia”, and such… then running when things turned sour.
Eliwood: Aw, don’t be too hard on him. When he jumped up, yelling about us swearing our own oaths, then cut his hand like that… No one else knew what to do, either.
Hector: Well, everyone’s heard the stories. They all know it’s the warriors’ custom. Each cuts his own hands, then shakes hands with his brothers… What man wouldn’t want to do that? Only one had the guts to meet him, tough.
Eliwood: …You know, back then, I’m proud I took your hand. We are friends, sharing a life-dream now, an ambition. When one is in danger, the other risks his life to protect him… That’s why you came, isn’t it? Because you remembered?
Hector: Heh, I’ve got no plans to break my oath. Not now, not ever.
Eliwood: Likewise.
Hector: Well, then let’s live long and in health! I don’t want to hear any excuses about not being able to come help when we’re old men.
Eliwood: It’s a deal. …Stay alive, Hector.
Hector: Deal. And don’t you go dying before me, either. I’d never forgive you.