Tate: You! Wait!
Allen: You… You must be a Pegasus Knight from Ilia. Pleased to meet you. I am Allen, knight of Pherae.
Tate: I’m Tate. You know, do you always…
Allen: So this is a pegasus? I’ve never seen one up close. It has a cute face.
Tate: Do you think so…? No, wait. What I was saying was, do you always fight like that?
Allen: Yes. Is there something wrong with it?
Tate: Don’t you think you’re being too rash? The way you fight, you never know what’ll happen to you.
Allen: Yes, the way I fight can be dangerous. But, you see… Oh, I shouldn’t chatting like this during a battle, or I will give the enemy an advantage. I must get going.
Tate: …There’s something wrong with you.
Tate: Wait! Wait!
Allen: Tate? Is something wrong?
Tate: I have to tell you now. Why do you fight like that? Even the way you thrust your spear… Why do you just rely on brute strength to attack? It just makes it harder to evade a retaliation that way.
Allen: Well… I see you’ve been watching me carefully.
Tate: Huh? N-No…it’s not that! It’s just that… How could someone miss you if you’re fighting like that? That’s…all.
Tate: Anyway, what I wanted to say was, why don’t you be more careful when you fight?
Allen: I understand what you’re saying. But I can’t pull back.
Tate: You’re still saying that? But the way you fight…
Allen: In battle, the first ones to match blades with the enemy are us, the knights. The enemy will judge the entire army’s strength by looking at how we fight. That’s why I have to show them our power.
Allen: If I cringe even a little, that adds to the enemy’s morale. If there is hesitation in my movement, it will have a bad effect on the whole army… That’s why I have to charge. I have to keep pushing forward, for all of our sakes.
Tate: …I see. …I thought you were just an idiot who couldn’t do anything but charge…
Allen: ? Did you say something?
Tate: …No, nothing.
Allen: I’m sorry, but I have to fight like this. Still, your advice was useful, too. Give me some more when you get the chance.
Tate: …All right, I suppose.
Tate: …You haven’t changed your fighting, I see.
Tate: How long are you going to continue fighting like that? I understand what you’re saying… But…if you die, it’s all over.
Allen: I understand that. There is only so much I can do on my own. But I’m a knight. Therefore…
Tate: Then… Shall I…stay at your side?
Allen: You would…?
Tate: I-If I leave someone like you alone, I get worried and…can’t concentrate! So if I support you from nearby, it’ll be easier for you, too, right? Or…am I not good enough..?
Allen: Of course you are! You’re strong, you can keep up with my horse, and… With you around, it seems that I can stay out of harm’s way. I can trust you to guard my back.
Tate: O-Oh… But…I’m really all right for you…?
Allen: Of course! You’re a strong warrior. You’re perfect as a partner to fight alongside with.
Tate: No… I meant…
Tate: So…the point is that…I’m the one by your side…and…
Tate: …Nothing, forget it… Well, come on, let’s go. We have to hurry, right?
Allen: All right, let’s be off!