Tatiana: Zeke, my love!
Zeke: Ah, my sweet Tatiana. How cruel for the gods to unite us in such grim times. It grieves me to see you take up arms and put yourself in danger.
Tatiana: Don’t say that. This way, we can be together. I’d rather stand with you than cower at home wondering if you’ll even return.
Zeke: As I with you.
Tatiana: Promise me, Zeke—promise that we’ll always be together.
Zeke: I swear it. On this and every battlefield, I will be at your side, keeping you from harm.
Tatiana: Hee hee. Good.
Zeke: …Ah, Tatiana. What is it, my sweet?
Tatiana: Well, it’s just… You were staring off into space, my love.
Zeke: Ah. Perhaps I was. The ringing of swords in battle calls up strange images in my mind. I see wars I can’t possibly have waged… A past I cannot remember living…
Zeke: …We should not dwell on such thoughts. Please forget I spoke of it.
Tatiana: You fight well today, my love. My eyes could barely keep up with the flashings of your lance.
Zeke: Ah, Tatiana…
Tatiana: Oh no! Are you hurt? Because I can heal you if—
Zeke: Tatiana. You need not pretend this doesn’t affect you.
Tatiana: I’m not pretending.
Zeke: I know you too well to be fooled. If your heart aches, you can speak of it. Perhaps I should have kept these musings to myself… No. Hear me, my sweet. No matter how often the past invades my mind… none but you will ever enter my heart. I promise to be here for you always.
Tatiana: Oh, my love…
Zeke: Now, shall we end this fight? Tomorrow awaits if we survive today.