Cormag: Oh, great. Perfect timing. You’re a priestess, aren’t you?
Natasha: Y-yes. I am. How may I–
Cormag: Sorry, I’m in a bit of a hurry here. Uh, could you heal this little guy for me?
Natasha: Heal…who? Do you mean that kitten?
Cormag: Yeah, what’s the matter? Can’t you do kittens?
Natasha: No, that’s not it. It’s just, I was a little surprised to–
Cormag: Whatever. Doesn’t matter. If you can heal him, hop to it!
Natasha: Oh, yes… Sorry. … There. He should be fine now. Aren’t you a lucky little kitty? This sweet man saved you!
Cormag: Sweet man? Me? Heh. Lady, you don’t know me. But thanks for saving him.
Natasha: Not at all. I couldn’t let the little guy suffer.
Cormag: The name’s Cormag. I’m glad I ran into you.
Natasha: I’m just glad I could help. My name is Natasha.
Cormag: Well, I owe you one for saving the cat. If you need any help, just call out, and I’ll be here.
Natasha: I shall remember that, Cormag.
Cormag: Hey, it’s Natasha, right?
Natasha: Yes, that’s right. How is the kitty doing?
Cormag: I took him back to his mother. I figured he belonged back with his mom.
Natasha: I agree.
Cormag: How about you? Where are your parents in all this?
Natasha: I haven’t seen them since I joined the clerical order. We would write, but it’s been a while since I heard from them. I wonder how they are. I’ve been worried about them.
Cormag: Are you from Grado, Natasha?
Natasha: Yes, I am.
Cormag: I thought so! You know what? That’s where I’m from, too! Where were you born? I’m from the south myself.
Natasha: I was born in a village near the Renais border.
Cormag: Ah, well, you’ve got nothing to worry about then. When I joined the army, I was stationed near the border. Worst thing you’ve got to worry about there is bandits.
Natasha: Really? That’s so good to hear. Thank you for telling me that. I get so worried.
Cormag: Ah, there. That’s a nice smile you’ve got there. Cheers me up just looking at it, it does. Don’t worry too much about your parents, Natasha.
Natasha: I won’t, Cormag. And thank you. I mean it.
Natasha: …Hello, Cormag.
Cormag: What’s the matter? You’ve got your gloomy face on again.
Natasha: Doesn’t this all get hard for you?
Cormag: This what?
Natasha: … Ever since this started, we’ve been fighting nothing but Grado soldiers. These are our countrymen. Our families…
Natasha: Every battle we win, I see only how many casualties we’ve caused. I’m a healer, but to win this, I must turn my back on my countrymen. I have to let them suffer, when all I want to do is help them. But…
Cormag: …But what?
Natasha: Grado is responsible for all of this. Our homeland… Grado has caused so many deaths now. We have no choice but to fight.
Cormag: Ah. You see it now. That’s the sad irony of the battlefield. I ride a wyvern and use my spear to bring low men who should be my allies. We each joined this cause in hopes of bringing Grado to its senses. Our country has set the world on its ear, and it’s up to us to right things.
Natasha: I suppose…
Cormag: … You know something, Natasha? You should never be ashamed of the fact that you’re from Grado. You have no debt to pay, no burden of guilt to bear. Grado was once a magnificent country. Do what you can to restore that glory. It took only a handful of men to turn Grado down the wrong path, but perhaps a mere handful of soldiers can set things right again.
Natasha: I understand, Cormag. I’ll do what I know to be right, no matter what. I feel like a heavy fog has been lifted from my heart. Thank you.
Cormag: Ah, I just wanted to see that lovely smile on your face again. You and me, we’ve got lots to talk about, I think. Let’s do this again.
Natasha: I’d love to.