Conversation 1

Python: *yawn* Help you, chief? …You want to talk? ‘Bout what? …About me? Hell, I’m no one special. Pa was a carpenter, and I’m less still. The only reason I joined the army was because it pays better. The world can rot so long as I’ve still got food on the table. Oh, but don’t worry! I’ll fight and all that noise. I’m nothing if not diligent. Ha ha ha.

Conversation 2

Python: …How did I end up in the army? Not this again. Well, if you have to know, Forsyth talked me into it. We grew up together, see? He’s a dreamer, that one. When he was little, he said he’d be a Knight of Zofia one day. Hah! He’d have to go back in time and crawl into some noble womb first. Highborn only SAY you can rise up so you’re ready to fight and die for ’em. But fight we did. We battled tooth and nail, and what did we get? A few gold pieces if we were lucky. Certainly no knighthood for us saps. Ah, but then Desaix staged his coup and the knights lost their kingdom. That changed their tune. Now it was “work hard, and you can be an officer!” Forsyth was real proud of himself, but I saw that farce for what it was. There’s no quick path to an easy life, and any who say elsewise are liars.

Conversation 3

Python: Tired yet, chief? Now we’re taking on Rigel? …You work oddly hard for someone your age. Still, defeat the emperor, and the empire will be yours, yeah? Well, better you than me. I don’t want to be responsible for anyone but yours truly. Uh oh. You look like you’re gonna ask a tough question. Okay, I’m listening. …Yeah, I guess I’d lead the damn country if I had to. I just don’t WANT to have to. I’m diligent, not masochistic. Look, put it this way—I know my limits, and I respect ’em. Heh. Wouldn’t want to disappoint anyone, right?