Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance
Support conversations- Sothe and Astrid
Astrid: Taking care of your
Sothe: Yeah, that's right.
Astrid: Ahhh...splendid. May I
speak to you
for a moment?
Sothe: What do you want?
Astrid: You are quite skilled
with a dagger.
If my memory serves, swords are very
effective against axes.
But, can you tell me which weapon
axes are most suited to attack?
Sothe: Hah! You don't even know
I thought you were a mercenary!
Astrid: Oh... I'm sorry. Please
forgive my ignorance.
It's been only a short while since I became
a mercenary. What's more, I wield a bow.
Sothe: What did you do before?
Astrid: I wasn't
Nothing at all, really.
Sothe: Nothing? It's hard to
fill your stomach
Ahh, I get it. You're a noble, aren't you?
I can tell from all that poncy talk of yours!
Peh! You couldn't tell a hatchet from a
pot of rat stew! Not that you'd ever eat
But why is a soft-hand like you in this war?
Sothe: Ah, well... Who am I to
judge? As long as
you feather some Daein scum, you're
all right with me.
Astrid: Oh... Where am I...?
Astrid: What... What happened?
Sothe: You passed out. I
thought about just
leaving you there, but that would have left
a bad taste in my mouth.
Astrid: I'm sorry...
Sothe: I know it's not my
worry, but aren't you
pushing yourself a bit hard?
You're having a rough time just keeping
up with the pack. You're a wreck!
Astrid: I had no idea...how
unforgiving war would actually be.
Grueling marches...day in and day out.
I can't even sleep at night because I'm
terrified of surprise attacks.
It's made me painfully aware of my frailty.
Sothe: Nobles aren't cut out
As you can see, there are no chambermaids
to attend to your every whim out here!
I'm sure you've got a lavish and free life
waiting for you back home.
Astrid: Lavish and free?
Lavish, maybe...but certainly not free.
I have no freedom.
Sothe: No freedom? What are you
Astrid: My parents have already
arranged a fiance for me. I've heard he is
thirty years older than me.
Astrid: I volunteered for
service with the knights of
Begnion to live on my own terms.
Of course, my family vehemently opposed
the idea, but they figured it was merely
They thought I would come home crying.
I won't give them that satisfaction.
Sothe: ...Wasn't trying to pry.
Just asking, is all.
Astrid: I know... Thank you.
Astrid: Hello, Sothe.
Thank you...for the other day.
Sothe: What, for talking? That
isn't worth thanking
Astrid: No, you deserve thanks.
I feel better.
Sothe: I thought you noble
types were too good
to thank anyone, but...
Astrid: Am I?
Sothe: You are. Most nobles get
rich by trampling
on the commoners, then spend their lives
basking in filthy luxury.
I've known them to be that way since
the day I was born.
They've never seen a blister or sweat for a
day's meal in their lives. Do you know how
lucky you are?
Astrid: But there's no freedom!
My brothers are the pride of the house.
As soldiers, they lead glorious lives.
But my sisters are traded like commodities,
promised to fiances they don't even know.
They don't know love. I receive letters
from them once every few years. The pages
are warped and stained from tears.
Sothe: You didn't want to end
up like them.
Astrid: No, I didn't. That's
why I have no
intention of leaving this war until I see
it to the end.
Sothe: I see...
You're nothing like the nobles I've known.
You worked hard... You're just like the
rest of us.
Sorry for thinking you were just another
Astrid: Thank you...
Sothe: Keep up the good work.
your freedom. Never let them take
Astrid: I won't!