C Support

Igrene: You…!
Astohl: Hm?
Igrene: Oh…! Is it… Is it really you?
Astohl: Whoa, what the? What’s going on? I’m Astohl. Just a measly thief.
Igrene: …You look like him… You look so much like…my husband…
Astohl: Your husband?
Igrene: I lived with my husband in Arcadia. …That is, until he suddenly left without saying a word…
Astohl: Huh. And he looks exactly like me? Well, they say that there are at least three people on the continent with the same face.
Igrene: Wait! Let me see your leg.
Astohl: Hey hey, what’re you doing?
Igrene: When I first met him, I found him collapsed in the desert. The heat got to him, and he lost his memory of his past. He had blade wounds all over his body, and he had a particularly bad injury on his leg. It never fully healed, and it left a scar.
Astohl: Well, I’m not your man. My legs are clean, I don’t have a scary looking scar like that on either of them. Well, I have to get going.
Igrene: Oh…

B Support

Igrene: ……
Astohl: You again?
Igrene: Are you… Are you really not him?
Astohl: Nope. But hey, I can’t believe this guy. He must be a real bastard to dump such a beautiful woman like you.
Igrene: …… Please, let me tell you about him.
Astohl: All right.
Igrene: As I was treating his wounds, we started living together. We lived happily for several years. Slowly, his memory started returning to him. I was happy about it, but I was also…scared.
Astohl: ……
Igrene: One day, bandits attacked Arcadia. My husband left to fend them off, and never came back.
Astohl: ……
Igrene: The corpses of the bandits all sunk into the quicksand. I couldn’t find my husband, so I thought he had followed the same fate.
Astohl: Well, then, that must be what happened.
Igrene: But… I can’t help thinking in the bottom of my heart that he might be alive somewhere…
Astohl: Ah. I see.
Igrene: But… If he were alive, he wouldn’t just disappear without saying anything…
Astohl: He probably wouldn’t be leading such a glamorous life anyway, even if he were alive. I say you forget about him and move on. Hey, I know. Maybe I can give you a kiss in place of that guy…
Igrene: !

*Igrene leaves*

Astohl: Ow… Oh well…

A Support

Igrene: Oh…
Astohl: Okay, I suppose the rejected man should slink away now…
Igrene: Wait! Golrois…! …I mean, Astohl.
Astohl: ……
Igrene: Please look at this… My husband was carrying it when I first met him.
Astohl: What are these scribbles?
Igrene: They’re not scribbles. This is an emblem given to Lycian spies. I also did some research on what kind of work they do… And…I now understand…
Astohl: ……
Igrene: Spies carry information that is incredibly dangerous to the enemy if it is leaked. If a spy gets caught, the enemy will dig deep down into his weaknesses. Family members and lovers are taken as hostage… And the spy is put through endless torture until he spills every bit of information that he has. That’s why spies have to be alone… They must not make families or friends, or lovers…
Astohl: …I’m sorry to say this to you, but… That guy is dead. He was devoured by the quicksand of Nabata. All this stuff about spies and whatnot… It’s just your imagination. Or perhaps you saw an illusion in the desert heat.
Igrene: …… I…see… Then… I must have been dreaming… I must have had a dream of a short period of happiness…
Astohl: …Igrene. …No… Sorry, forget it.
Igrene: ……
Astohl: Just…forget it all. …Please.