C Support

Rolf: Uncle Shinon! Wait, Uncle Shinon!
Shinon: What do you want, Rolf?
Rolf: Tee hee hee! Look at this!
Shinon: Why are you showing me this? It’s just a piece of bent wood.
Rolf: No, Shinon. It’s a bow! You gave me my first bow, and I wanted to return the favor! I’m making it one whittle at a time. I know it’s not exactly the best-looking weapon out there, but… I hope you’ll use it!
Shinon: Meh. Maybe if I overhauled it… I may be able to…call it a…bow. This thing is going to break the first time I fire it! You want me to be unarmed on the battlefield? Is that it?
Rolf: I… I don’t–
Shinon: Look, to begin with, you used the wrong kind of wood. This is much too hard and inflexible. Remember the bow I made for you? It didn’t look like this, did it?
Rolf: B-but… I worked so hard! It should be just like yours!
Shinon: Not even close.
Rolf: N-not…not even… Wh… Whaaaaaaa! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Shinon: Ah, crud. Don’t start bawling! Look, let me give you a quick lesson.
Rolf: Whaaaaa… Really!? Promise? Oh, I’m so happy! Yay! Yay! I love you, Unkie Shinon!
Shinon: Yeah, yeah, it’s a promise. Now quit clinging to me like a lost dog. Hey, seriously! Rolf…!

B Support

Rolf: Look, look, Uncle Shinon! Doesn’t it look like a bow now?
Shinon: I guess you could…categorize it as a bow. Maybe. If you closed your eyes.
Rolf: So will you use–
Shinon: No way! I don’t want to die just yet.
Rolf: Wha… Whaaa… Oh, fine! I’ll just use it myself.
Shinon: Oh, for the love of… Rolf! Wait!
Rolf: What?
Shinon: Give me the bow.
Rolf: Did you change your mind?
Shinon: Yeah. I suddenly got this…uh… weird urge to take it.
Rolf: Really? All right! Whooooo! Here you go, Uncle Shinon!!
Shinon: Thanks. Um…see you later.
Rolf: Wow, I bet Uncle Shinon will just love my bow! It’ll be his favorite bow ever! But I wanna see him fire it… I know! I’ll follow him. Tee hee hee! Here I come, Uncle Shinon!

A Support

Shinon: Get over it, Rolf.
Rolf: …
Shinon: Oh, come on! It was in your best interest.
Rolf: …
Shinon: Psh! What a stubborn brat. If you’re going to be like that, I’ll just leave.
Rolf: YOU THREW MY BOW AWAY!!
Shinon: Listen, Rolf. If I had let you onto a battlefield with that bow, you would have been killed. I prevented your death in advance… Heck, I saved your life! You should be thanking me.
Rolf: I know that, Uncle Shinon, but… I put my whole heart into that bow! I just wanted you to be happy. The first time I went into battle, my feet were shaking because I was so scared. But then I held the bow that you made for me, and it gave me strength. And I said, “Rolf! You can do this!” I learned absolutely everything from you! That’s how I’ve stayed alive this whole time.
Shinon: …But why on earth… Why would you depend on me like that? I mean, I just I taught you how to fire the bow on a whim.
Rolf: But it still made me happy! My brothers never let me do anything. They still treat me like a baby. If you hadn’t taught me archery, I’d be sitting at home right now! I hate waiting around while everyone is fighting for their lives. I mean, we all made it back yesterday but… What about today? Or tomorrow? At home, all you do is wait and wait and feel terrible. I hate it!
Shinon: Rolf, I know how you feel, but… adults don’t want to send kids to a battlefield if they can help it. Only a complete madman wants to be involved in the death of someone else. Especially if it’s a kid. But the sad thing is, it’s more about making ourselves feel better than saving the life of another. The fear of being responsible for a death is always in the back of our minds, so we try to lessen the guilt as much as possible. Humans…most humans…feel the pain of others. Holding that back is a lot harder than you think.
Rolf: Wow. I never thought about that.
Shinon: It’s a rough lesson to learn. Bah! I hate adults like nothing else. All ego and pride… Kids live a more honorable existence. But you’re growing up fast. So the sooner you learn to survive, the better.
Rolf: So that’s why you taught me archery, isn’t it? It wasn’t just a whim!
Shinon: …Well… Maybe… But if that’s what you want to think, and it puts you in a good mood, it’s fine by me.