C Support
Zihark: That’s strange. I could swear I had it just a second ago. Where did I put…
Muarim: Something wrong?
Zihark: Oh, Muarim. No, not really. I just… I seem to have lost my sword powder.
Muarim: Sword powder?
Zihark: It’s used to maintain swords. Swords rust quickly if you don’t take care of them. A little powder, a little oil, and a little scrubbing does the trick.
Muarim: Does it come in a small bag attached to a stick?
Zihark: Yeah, that’s it! Did you pick it up?
Muarim: No, but…I have seen it before. I did not know that was its name.
Zihark: Hm. Well, it doesn’t look like I dropped it anywhere around here. Maybe I lost it when we were marching… Ah, well. Maybe Commander Ike will have some he can share.
Muarim: Being a beorc has its troubles, does it not?
Zihark: You said it. You know, it’s times like these I really envy you laguz. You’ve always got your weapons, and they’re always at the ready.
Muarim: …
B Support
Muarim: Zihark.
Zihark: Oh, Muarim. What brings you here?
Muarim: Did you find the sword powder?
Zihark: Unfortunately, no. I’ll need to replace it, I think. I hate to keep borrowing from the others.
Muarim: Can you use this?
Zihark: What’s this? Oh, wow… This sword powder looks expensive… You’re a laguz. How did you come to have this?
Muarim: Force of habit.
Zihark: I don’t follow you.
Muarim: I was once a slave. The nobleman who was my master made me sharpen his blades for him. I was quite adept at it. He would bring them to me unannounced. If I did not have the proper materials to sharpen his swords, he would beat me. I still do not feel comfortable unless I have these materials near me.
Zihark: I’m sorry to have brought up such a painful memory.
Muarim: It is in the past now. Would you like me to sharpen your sword?
Zihark: Thank you, but a true swordsman takes care of his own blade. I appreciate your offer, though.
Muarim: Then at least take this powder. I no longer have any use for it.
Zihark: Muarim… Thanks. You saved me. I’m not just saying this out of gratitude, but…would you care to join me for dinner?
Muarim: I would like that very much.
A Support
Zihark: Muarim.
Muarim: What is it, Zihark?
Zihark: I picked this for you.
Muarim: This is…
Zihark: I’ve heard the beast tribes are fond of the leaves of this kind of herb. It’s fairly uncommon, but I’ve learned how to spot it.
Muarim: Um…
Zihark: I picked the wrong herb, didn’t I?
Muarim: No, no… It’s fine. Unfortunately, it is not something that we tigers have a nose for.
Zihark: Oh… I didn’t know that. Sorry. An old girlfriend of mine loved the scent of it. I guess I just assumed that all laguz liked the smell as much as she did.
Muarim: You…were involved with a laguz?
Zihark: Yeah.
Muarim: That is very uncommon. I’ve heard stories of love affairs between beorc and laguz. It must have been difficult. I do not imagine either society would have accepted it with ease.
Zihark: It…was too much for her. We couldn’t be married, and the pressure was too much for her to stay with me. But I’ve never loved another woman. To this day, I think that I never shall.
Muarim: Can I have that bundle of herbs?
Zihark: What? But I thought…
Muarim: It has no effect on me, it’s true, but I accept the gesture of kindness you have shown in bringing it to me. And I apologize for bringing up a painful memory of your own.
Zihark: Thanks. You’re very kind. Heh. I guess that makes us even, doesn’t it?