C Support

Renault: My goodness…
Lucius: Y-Yes?
Renault: Your face…you don’t look so well. Are you hurt? Let me take a look.
Lucius: No…please don’t. I have a…condition… This is just a…passing attack. It will soon…disappear…
Renault: What is this illness? Should you even be fighting?
Lucius: My bishop told me that it was a sickness of the soul… But it’s gotten much better.
Renault: Of the…soul?
Lucius: Yes… I offer relief to those who hurt inside, and yet, I, too, am…afflicted… I strive daily to overcome this curse… …but still I am weak.
Renault: Sickness of the soul are the most difficult to heal… …But please do not blame yourself for this… Doing so could even aggravate your condition…
Lucius: Th-Thank you. …Your words…have brought me some peace.
Renault: So…what is your name?
Lucius: It is Lucius.
Renault: Lucius? I am…
Lucius: I know. You are…Bishop Renault, are you not?

B Support

Renault: Lucius?
Lucius: Yes? Ah, Your Excellency!
Renault: You look much better. Have you…recovered some?
Lucius: Yes. I took your words to heart, so to speak… Thank you.
Renault: Ah, good. Then you will overcome it in no time.
Lucius: …How I wish that could…
Renault: You said the blemish lies on your soul? Speak of it to me, son.
Lucius: I… I grew up in an orphanage… and I faced much grief in that place… Poverty and despair can eat one’s very soul… There was one teacher there who was particularly cruel to me… Even now… I pray that this evil man might be led away from darkness…
Renault: I see… …and were you there from birth?
Lucius: No, Your Excellency. …I remember living with my mother and father until the age of three.
Renault: And why did you go to the orphanage?
Lucius: Our house…was invaded by a thief. My father was a famous mercenary, but the man was too strong. I saw my father fall before me. I recall it sometimes, even now… The eyes of the thief who killed him. …Like terrible dark stones set in his hate-filled face…… All he left behind was this dagger protruding from my father’s chest.
Renault: Ah!!
Lucius: After my father’s death, my mother fell ill… …I was alone. In a cruel twist, this dagger is all I have of my father… …Bishop Renault? What is it!? Your face is bright red!
Renault: Excuse me…
Lucius: Of course…

A Support

Lucius: Bishop Renault…?
Renault: Lucius.
Lucius: …Did I do something? Something…to…to… Have I angered you? If that were so… I would truly… Please… Forgive me……
Renault: Lucius! …Control yourself!
Lucius: Yes… I am…sorry.
Renault: Ah, your affliction… …Forgive me…
Lucius: …Bishop Renault… Why should you…apologize? This scourge upon my soul… It is my own doing…
Renault: Do not speak… It will exhaust you.
Lucius: …Ah… Sorry… … …
Renault: …He is asleep… ………… Forgive me, son. In those days… I only thought of myself… I trespassed against many in my singular drive to regain the friend I lost…and to satiate my own…monstrous greed. I even sacrificed… the lives of others… Forgive me… Please…forgive…me……
Lucius: I forgive you…
Renault: You–
Lucius: I forgive you.
Renault: But you… You cannot know the evil I have wrought… I did it! I killed your father…
Lucius: Even so, I feel your grief, and it feels like my own…
Renault: Lucius…