Ross: Ugh! Hey! Ow! What the heck?!
Amelia: I’m so sorry! I’m just very clumsy. Are you all right?
Amelia: E-excuse me.
Ross: You! You’re from Grado, aren’t you! This was a sneak attack, wasn’t it! Then prepare yourself for battle!
Amelia: Oh, no! Please listen to me! It’s true that I am from Grado, but I am now on your side!
Ross: You must think I’m pretty gullible! You can’t trick me like that!
Amelia: But I’m telling the truth! I am on your side! I didn’t attack you. I tripped and fell into you, but it was an accident!
Ross: Right… Let’s say for a second I buy this story. But how can you explain tripping when there’s nothing around to trip on?
Amelia: There was a dent over there, and–
Ross: Huh? Oh, you mean that. I see. You tripped on that thing, huh?
Ross: How could you have tripped on that? I can barely even see it! Hey, isn’t that spear a little heavy for you? You’re so small. Need a little help?
Amelia: Not really. It’s much lighter than other knights’. I’m working on building up more power, but I’m getting the hang of it.
Ross: Hmmm… I noticed that your armor is very shiny.
Amelia: Um, yes. Thanks, I guess. I’m always polishing it.
Ross: That’s a sure sign of a new recruit! Watch out for hazing. You might as well be wearing a sign taped to your forehead that says “I’m a rookie!”
Amelia: Oh… Um…
Ross: Don’t worry. I’ve got your back.
Ross: But in exchange, you must cover ME when someone attacks me with a sword!
Amelia: Oh… OK. I’ll do my best! Um… Say…
Ross: What is it?
Amelia: Thank you… for believing me that I’m not your enemy.
Ross: There’s no point in fighting with someone on your own side. OK, let’s go!
Amelia: Oh, hi, um…
Ross: I guess I haven’t told you my name, huh. I’m Ross, the son of the warrior Garcia.
Amelia: I’m Amelia. Nice to meet you, Ross.
Ross: Likewise. By the way, it looks like you’re getting better at battle.
Amelia: Yes. It’s mostly because you and others are helping me out. I’m also getting the hang of my spear.
Ross: I see. I was once a rookie too. Everyone has to start somewhere. We’re young, and we start at the bottom of the chain, you know? But we’ll get stronger, both of us. So let’s work hard, all right?
Ross: Good, good. Oh, by the way…
Ross: I have something for you. Now, where did I put it? Hmm… Ah, here it is.
Amelia: Thanks… Um, what is it?
Ross: Isn’t it obvious? It’s a necklace.
Amelia: I can see that, but… Why?
Ross: I bought it. I mean, I bought it a long time go. There was a kid selling this on the street, and he just wouldn’t leave me alone. I didn’t need it, but he seemed really hungry, so…
Amelia: That’s very kind of you, Ross.
Ross: Oh, it’s not a big deal. A-anyway, it’s yours now.
Amelia: What?! I couldn’t!
Ross: No, it’s yours.
Ross: Don’t you like it?
Amelia: It’s not that. It’s very pretty! It’s just…
Ross: Then keep it.
Amelia: Thank you. It’s so lovely.
Ross: You should have just accepted in the first place. Why are you acting so reluctant?
Amelia: Well, I’ve always lived very…modestly.
Ross: Huh? What’s that got to do with it?
Amelia: I could never afford something like this… So to me, everything is so very precious… And I couldn’t take something that was precious to you…
Ross: I see. Please just take it and enjoy it.
Amelia: If you’re sure… Thank you.
Ross: Of course! Besides, I’ve always looked better in earrings than necklaces. Just kidding! OK, let’s go, Amelia.
Amelia: Ha ha ha! Sure.
Amelia: Hi, Ross.
Ross: Hey, Amelia. I heard you’re getting better.
Amelia: Yes, I’m getting there.
Ross: Well, it’s a hard road to get to where we think we should be.
Amelia: Yup, that’s true.
Ross: As for me, my father was always the warrior in the family. I’ve always wanted to be just like him. I think I’m just finally starting to get close to that goal. But anyways, how are your parents?
Amelia: Well… I don’t talk about them much…
Ross: Oh! Um… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…
Amelia: No, no. It’s fine. My father has been gone for as long as I can remember… I see.
Amelia: I was living with my mother, but… But she is…no longer with me.
Ross: I see… Sounds like you’ve had a rough life…
Ross: I’m sorry I brought up something painful.
Ross: Um… I’ve got it! I’ll be your big brother!
Amelia: What in the world are you talking about?
Ross: Your brother! And you’ll be my sister! Yeah! This is the best idea I’ve had in a while! It doesn’t matter that we’re not blood relatives. The army is like a family, so we are like siblings! So it’s decided, then. You’re my little sister from now on. So you’re not alone anymore. You can call me big brother, OK?
Amelia: Um… This is all kind of…sudden. I don’t know if I’m ready to–
Ross: Never mind all that! We’re brother and sister from now on. All right, Sis?
Amelia: How old are you anyway?
Ross: Huh? What’s that got to do with it? You know… Old enough to show you the ropes.
Amelia: Wait a minute… You’re probably the same age as me!
Amelia: In fact, I’ll bet I’m a little older…
Ross: Grrrrrr! Be quiet! I said I’m the big brother. It doesn’t matter the exact date we’re born. I’m the big brother. Any way you look at it, I’m the older one!
Amelia: Ha ha! You’re too funny! It’s so cute when you get mad! Hee hee hee!
Amelia: Thanks for the laugh.
Ross: Hmph! When this war is over, I’ll take you to my village.
Ross: Haven’t you been listening to anything? We’re brother and sister now, remember?
Amelia: Um, right.
Ross: From now on, you and I are going to share both joy and sorrow as a family. OK?
Amelia: If I didn’t know better, I would think that you were proposing to me. Ha ha ha!
Ross: What! That’s not what I’m talking about at all! You twisted my words up! Just forget it! Anyways, let’s go!
Amelia: Ha ha ha! Thanks…BIG BROTHER! Hee hee!