C Support

Lowen: Rebecca!
Rebecca: Ah… Hello, sire. Are you well?
Lowen: No, Rebecca, …I am not. I am a mere soldier, undecorated and unlauded. To be honest, I am no more than an attendant knight.
Rebecca: Oh, but that’s absurd! Sir Lowen, you are a fine knight! Why, I remember it so well… Countless hundreds of bandits had descended on our village…
Lowen: Please… There were ten at most…
Rebecca: In the heat of the moment, it felt like many more!
Lowen: Hmm…
Rebecca: Anyway, just as their fiendish grip on our village began to tighten, you appeared, Sir Lowen, on your white steed…
Lowen: But…my horse is sorrel.
Rebecca: This is the way I prefer to remember it, milord. Please don’t ruin it by correcting me!
Lowen: Hmm…
Rebecca: So you appeared astride your mighty steed to save us from the bandits, and I was overcome with joy…

B Support

Rebecca: Sir Lowen!
Lowen: Rebecca? How did you find me here?
Rebecca: Oh, that was easy! I asked Marcus, and he told me right away! How are you feeling today, Sir Lowen?
Lowen: I am full of vigor! If only my skill matched my enthusiasm today. Lord Marcus reprimanded me several times during our march.
Rebecca: Yes, I saw that. Lord Marcus is a bit severe, isn’t he?
Lowen: No, not at all! It is no more than I deserve for my incompetence! My spear arm is still unsteady, and I must sadly wonder if I will ever be of use to this army.
Rebecca: How can you say that? Sir Lowen, you are so commanding in the saddle!
Lowen: For now, I’m nothing but an inconvenience to Lord Eliwood! I must become stronger! Beginning today, I will triple the number of my practice spear thrusts!
Rebecca: You… You’re shouting. You know…I really think you try hard enough already. Here, take this… In gratitude for saving my village.
Lowen: What is this?
Rebecca: I preserved some home-cooked meals for you to eat in the field. They should supplement your emergency rations nicely, Sir Lowen.
Lowen: How did you know about my emergency rations? Have you asked a fortune-teller about me, or…
Rebecca: Lord Marcus told me.
Lowen: Ah, yes! Of course he did! Lord Marcus!! How is it that you know everything!? …Regardless, thank you, Rebecca.
Rebecca: Sure, and I’ll bring plenty more!

A Support

Lowen: Rebecca!!
Rebecca: Sir Lowen?
Lowen: Are you all right?
Rebecca: Why, yes… Wh-What is it, Sir Lowen?
Lowen: You seem…unhurt… Thank goodness… I’m so glad…you’re safe…
Rebecca: Yes, I am perfectly fine… Why did you think I was–
Lowen: I had a foul premonition… I have a sense of these things. And, well, I just…do care about you…so much…
Rebecca: Ah…
Lowen: It was three years ago, Rebecca, that I lost my grandfather. Six months ago, my father. So, Rebecca, I beg you, please be careful!
Rebecca: Yes, of course… I just didn’t know… Sir Lowen…that you cared…
Lowen: Oh…!
Rebecca: Well, this is a little awkward. But…it makes me very happy.
Lowen: Yes, well… Err… I…
Rebecca: ……
Lowen: ……
Rebecca: So, umm…
Lowen: Yes?
Rebecca: That premonition you get… what’s it like? It must be a truly terrible feeling…
Lowen: Well…it’s actually just… It’s a…a terrible rumbling in my stomach…
Rebecca: …Huh?