C Support

Jesse: Hey there, Saber.

Saber: You need something, Jesse?

Jesse: Nah. Just always wanted the chance to have a chat with the legendary Saber. I’ve heard the tales of your sellsword derring-do at all the taverns!

Saber: Heh. I bet those tales ain’t very flattering.

Jesse: Oh yeah. They’re really terrible. …Ha! I’m just kidding. They DO say you’re a shady character… but also damned good in a fight. …And a few of ’em are about all the women you’ve left in your wake.

Saber: Oof. That’s a scary thought…

B Support

Jesse: Hey again, Saber. So have you thought about what you’re gonna do once this job’s over?

Saber: ‘Course I have. I’ll just pick up and go looking for the next one.

Jesse: Yeah? Mmm, seems like kind of a waste if you ask me. Celica’s the type who’d find you a good post once she’s in charge, you know?

Saber: Do I seem like some kinda royal-court kiss-up to you?! I just hope she don’t make the world TOO peaceful and put me outta work.

Jesse: Huh. That’s, uh…quite a thing to hope for…

A Support

Jesse: So, I’ve been thinking, Saber.

Saber: That’s dangerous.

Jesse: Yeah. But anyway, what do you think of a country made up of mercs like us?

Saber: Huh? What’s that even mean?

Jesse: Just what it sounds like! A country made for folks like us, free from Zofia and Rigel both. No nobles! No commoners! Just a place where anyone can live free. And when somebody asks for our help, we go help ’em! …For a fee, of course.

Saber: You’re a real dreamer, you know that, right? Though I gotta say, the idea ain’t half bad.

Jesse: Right? Hey, every dream’s gotta start somewhere! Ha ha ha!