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Abel and Est 1

Est:
Abel!

Abel:
Est, you haven't been in an actual battle for a while. Try not to overdo it.

Est:
I told you I'm alright! Sure, I'm not at my peak, but my skill as a former Whitewing hasn't faded just yet. But nevermind me, Abel, I don't want you to get hurt, either. If you'd like, I could let you ride my pegasus. That way, you wouldn't get a scratch on you.

Abel:
You said it. I used to be an Altean knight, you know. They called me "Abel the Black Panther." No mere soldier could possibly hope to defeat me. Hmm... If I were to ride with you though, I'd be able to protect you...

Est:
Eh? ...Oh dear. Sorry, Abel. I, um, don't think that he wants you to ride him.

Abel:
I-I see. I knew it; so he really does hate me... Even back home, he'd go out of his way to savage me each time I tried to touch him.

Est:
You ending up getting kicked all the time too... Heehee, you were so certain that you'd need to get along with him in order to be family with me.

Abel:
And in the end, I couldn't even pat his head...

Abel and Est 2

Est:
Sigh...

Abel:
What's wrong, Est? Why the long face?

Est:
Oh... Abel. No, it's nothing. I was just thinking about stuff.

Abel:
...I see. That's okay then.

Est:
Say, Abel... Once this war is over, will things--will we really be able to go back to how we used to be?

Abel:
Of course. In fact, I'm sure we'll be happier than before. We'll expand the shop, have children...

Est:
Oh... yeah. Yeah, that's right. Of course.

Abel:
Est...? Are you really alright? That isn't the smile I'm accustomed to. Are you forcing yourself, Est?

Est:
Ahaha, 'c-course not. But anyway, Abel. What do you think we should name our child?

Abel:
Ah, yes. Let's see...

Abel and Est 3

Est:
Sigh... What should... I do...?

Abel:
Est, my love! So you were here.

Est:
Abel, what is it? You look so flustered.

Abel:
I heard from Prince Marth. You've been terribly worried about something, haven't you? What is it, dear? If there's something the matter, tell me.

Est:
...Say, Abel. Why did you fall in love with me?

Abel:
T-that's uh... rather sudden.

Est:
Please, Abel. I must know.

Abel:
Good grief... It was so... natural, I never gave it a second thought.

Est:
...

Abel:
Ah, are you crying!? I'm sorry, I'll answer properly this time! Err...

Est:
Abel, thank you. It's okay.

Abel:
Eh?

Est:
That... was more than enough. I get it. Hey, scoot closer. Now... Just for now, hold me tightly in your arms.

Abel:
Est... We'll always be together... So, don't cry anymore. It hurts me... to see you cry. The thought of you all alone, with no one to turn to... I'm afraid to leave your side... Afraid to depart for battle.

Est:
...I'm sorry. Teehee, I'm so silly. I guess all this fighting's been taking its toll on me. Sorry, Abel. I'm okay now. But... Let us stay like this, just a little longer...

Abel:
Oh, Est...

Astram and Jeorge 1

Astram:
Sorry, Jeorge. I shouldn't have forced you to stall that battle.

Jeorge:
No, I don't mind. As a knight of Archanea, your conduct was impeccable as always. ...But, it's been years since we've been able to chat like this.

Astram:
Yeah. This brings back memories. I was just a simple mercenary commander and you, a single bow knight...

Jeorge:
Heh heh, it's been a while. There... was someone else too.

Astram:
You mean Midia?

Jeorge:
Yeah. She was always grumpy when you came to the palace.

Astram:
That's because Midia believed wholeheartedly in the Archanean knights. She probably thought... that mercenaries were a blight on the force.

Jeorge:
Hang on a moment. Don't act like you had nothing to do with it. Who was it that picked a fight with the female commander over everything?

Astram:
Gah, that was...

Jeorge:
I remember hearing your voices echoing throughout the palace: her orders, and your rebuttals.

Astram:
Do you honestly believe any self-respecting mercenary could stand being told to "leave this army at once and go home"?

Jeorge:
I'm pretty sure there were other mercenaries there too. Hmm... By any chance, were you the one who mistook Midia for a man, and got in trouble for it...?

Astram:
Bah, of all the things... That is utter nonsense. Her silken locks, that heavenly face, radiating her pride and sense of duty... It would take a tasteless scoundrel with no eye for beauty to see her as anything less than a goddess.

Jeorge:
Astram... That... might be too much information, thank you.

Astram:
Hah!

Jeorge:
Honestly... You might just be the most entertaining person I know.

Astram:
Tch. ...I'm heading back.

Jeorge:
Hmm. Did I go too far?

Astram and Jeorge 2

Astram:
...Oh right, Jeorge. Do you remember?

Jeorge:
What?

Astram:
That final attack of yours... In our last practice.

Jeorge:
Yes, I remember.

Astram:
It surprised me quite a bit... Did you aim there on purpose?

Jeorge:
Of course. I was originally a mounted soldier, my friend. It's not as hard as it looks.

Astram:
What!? ...Then, do all bow knights learn tricks like that...?

Jeorge:
...It was a joke. That was the first time I pulled it off in a real battle.

Astram:
Jeorge! My heart was welling up with admiration for a moment there. Give it back!

Jeorge:
Haha, sorry about that.

Astram:
Do you remember? After that training session.

Jeorge:
Midia was furious. She really put you through the wringer. Er, oops...

Astram:
Wha- How did you...?

Jeorge:
I told you, Astram. Your voices--they echoed. "Why in god's name didn't you retaliate!?" ...I think that's what Midia said. What she said really got to you, didn't it? All of us sympathized with you that time.

Astram:
Bah...!

Jeorge:
Whoops, I've gone too far again. Sorry about that.

Astram:
N-no... It's okay.

Jeorge:
...So, Astram. Today, you're going to tell me.

Astram:
You want me to tell you about Hardin... Am I correct in assuming so?

Jeorge:
Exactly. I highly doubt you hadn't noticed anything. Not after receiving Mercurius.

Astram:
...

Jeorge:
You'll tell me, right? Well, Astram?

Astram:
Yes. So, you had best listen carefully.

Astram and Jeorge 3

Astram:
...In short, Prince Marth was my target.

Jeorge:
Your loyalty to your liege was absolute, was it not...? Well?

Astram:
That's correct.

Jeorge:
...Sigh. As stuffy as ever, eh, old friend?

Astram:
Wh-what's wrong with being a little adamant?!

Jeorge:
Precisely. You take something on, think too much about it... and then blindly cling to your conclusions.

Astram:
......

Jeorge:
Of course, I do believe you were right this time. As a knight, that is. However... as a friend, I'm not so sure.

Astram:
As a... friend?

Jeorge:
Astram, listen. You should trust people more. There's nary a knight who doesn't know of your unshakable loyalty. And of course, I'm... one of them.

Astram:
...Jeorge.

Jeorge:
I want to help you.

Astram:
Yeah... I get it. Truly, I absolutely agree with you. ...You have my deepest thanks, Jeorge.

Jeorge:
Heh heh, this certainly is a change.

Astram:
Of course. You aren't ever this serious when there's nobody else around... I know you're being considerate.

Jeorge:
Haha, indeed. This time, you really do understand, Astram.

Astram:
Heh, how long have we known each other, eh? ...Anyway. Enough of the past.

Jeorge:
Indeed.

Astram:
...Don't die, Jeorge.

Jeorge:
Yeah. You too, Astram.

Astram and Midia 1

Astram:
...You continue to improve. I'm glad I've had the opportunity to see that for myself, Midia dear.

Midia:
You too, Astram... I'm amazed at your technique. I can barely defend myself as I am now.

Astram:
It's a pity Altea's finances are sorely lacking. We can barely afford to equip ourselves with what little we have now. A war of attrition will only serve to destroy us. In short, unless each and every soldier continues to improve, we have no chance of victory.

Midia:
You speak truly. The battle will likely grow more fierce with each passing day.

Astram:
Although... the rate at which everyone is improving fills me with this strange sense of anxiety. I can't quite explain it. It seems as though if I were to become complacent, then I would fall far behind.

Midia:
As a knight of Archanea, t'would be a passing shame if we could not surpass these foreign knights.

Astram:
If we are to lead the vanguard, and rescue our fair queen... we must be focused.

Midia:
That task... That one task is one we cannot entrust to any other.

Astram:
Oh, Midia... Should we rest a short while? We're both out of breath.

Midia:
No, please, allow me to continue. I'm not entirely satisfied with myself thus far.

Astram:
...Very well. Come, Midia!

Midia:
Hah!

Astram and Midia 2

Astram:
...Not good enough!

Midia:
Ugh... Kyaaa!

Astram:
Ah... Midia, are you okay!? Forgive my carelessness...

Midia:
Mm, I'm fine. 'Tis just a scratch... Don't worry. Teeheehee. I just remembered... our first duel.

Astram:
Eh...?

Midia:
Ahaha, that time, you sent me flying across the room! I was pretty roughed up that time.

Astram:
I-I'm sorry...

Midia:
I sobbed into my pillow all night. I really, really despised you. Heehee, it was a big moment for me. I'm the way I am now thanks to that loss. I trained so much harder, just to reach your level. Besides...

Astram:
Besides?

Midia:
You had such an ice-cold look on your face at the time. Now? Your eyes are so much softer... It makes me really happy.

Astram:
Midia...

Midia:
I'll see if I can find myself a vulnerary. Please wait a moment.

Astram:
That reminds me, we... We've been training all the time, haven't we? I should learn to take it easier with her...

Astram and Midia 3

Midia:
...Phew. Shall we stop for now?

Astram:
Mm. Let's call it a day. Err, Midia... May I... hold your hand?

Midia:
Eh? Yes... Of course.

Astram:
...They're so silken... It's hard to believe these are the hands of a battle-hardened warrior...

Midia:
It's been some time since we've sat together like this, and just held hands. It's kind of ticklish.

Astram:
Indeed. We've done nothing but train since our reunion...

Midia:
What's wrong, Astram? Are you alright? Why are you so insecure? You can hold me as tightly as you want, whenever you want. It makes me happy. We'll always be together, no matter what... Isn't that right, my love?

Astram:
Yes... I know that a lot of people say I'm too hard-nosed. Even though I've finally got you here in my arms, I've done naught but train. I don't believe I've spoken a single word of comfort to you. Even though we're in the middle of a campaign, I thought I should give more value to the time I spend with you. I'm sorry...

Midia:
My, you don't need to apologize. I wanted to train with you too. We'll have all the time in the world to whisper sweet nothings after the war. And I think... that would be for the best.

Astram:
I see... Then, we're both stubborn fools.

Midia:
Teehee, indeed. Then, can I ask for one last spar?

Astram:
Alright. ...I won't hold back, okay?

Midia:
Of course.

Dice and Maris 1

Maris:
Here ya go, Pops.

Dice:
Oh, Maris! There y'are. That's my daughter for ya! Alrighty, time to hit 'em up!

Maris:
Good grief... You better win. You better or else.

Dice:
Of course! Maris, if there's anything ya might want, do tell ya Pops. I do my best if I know what I'm fighting for!

Maris:
Yeah, gotcha.

Dice:
Well then, I'm going for a match!

Maris:
Hm? Already?

Dice:
Yeah... I just thought of a new gameplan, y'know! I'm itching to test it out.

Maris:
...What now?

Dice:
See ya! Ya better look forward to it!

Maris:
Goddammit, Pops! ...Seriously, you'd better not lose again...

Dice and Maris 2

Maris:
What I want... Hmm. Nothing in particular, I guess. Hm? Is that... Pops?

Dice:
Sniff... Maris... I'm a no-good washout...

Maris:
Sigh. So, how much did ya lose?

Dice:
...Everything.

Maris:
Again?

Dice:
I'm ashamed. It was all going well, and then...

Maris:
Things got serious?

Dice:
That's right! I knew you'd understand.

Maris:
I wish I couldn't, actually.

Dice:
Haha, I raised you into such a good girl! Oh, that's right! Did ya figure out what ya want?

Maris:
Oh, you asked me that, huh. I gave it some thought, but... Nope, I got nothing.

Dice:
Hm, I see...

Maris:
...Alright. Well, I'll go get money. Wait for me, Pops.

Dice:
Oh, yeah.

Dice:
...Maris...

Dice and Maris 3

Maris:
Here ya go, Pops. Here's what I earned.

Dice:
Oh, Maris. Whoa, ya sure got a lot... Thanks, kiddo.

Maris:
Hm? What's with the funny face, Pops? Something happen?

Dice:
Uh, n-no. It's nothing. You and I know I don't ever win, so giving me yer money is a waste. Ayup... I'm worthless.

Maris:
Oi, now you're just acting weird. Get it together, Pops.

Dice:
Naw, th-this ain't weird. What's weird is how I keep going back to gambling even when I lose.

Maris:
...What, you wanna stop now?

Dice:
Are ya kidding me?

Maris:
Then, stop getting all sappy on me. Gee, Pops, there ain't a thing you like more, is there?

Dice:
Yeah.

Maris:
... That's right, Pops. I figured out what I want.

Dice:
Oh, what is it? Let yer Pops know.

Maris:
I want my old Pops back. If you keep acting like this, I think I'll go crazy myself. ...Well? Whadya reckon, Pops?

Dice:
...Wahahaha!! Leave it to me!

Maris:
I see. Then all is good.

Dice:
Alright, then I'm going. It feels like... I'mma win today.

Maris:
I'm coming with you today. Not that I know how it all works.

Dice:
Oh, do come! If yer with me, it'll be like bringing the goddess of fortune with me!

Gordin and Jeorge 1

Gordin:
Gasp! Yah!! One, two, three... Whew, five, huh.

Jeorge:
Aren't you full of enthusiasm today.

Gordin:
Ah, Master Jeorge! W-were you watching?

Jeorge:
I was indeed. That's an awfully straight face for someone doing something so fun.

Gordin:
That's mean, Master. You could have said something if you were watching.

Jeorge:
Watching over his little student's staggering efforts is the duty of a teacher, is it not?

Gordin:
Knowing you, you were probably laughing at me instead...

Jeorge:
That WAS the idea, but... I got distracted.

Gordin:
So you were planning to laugh after all.

Jeorge:
Shaking the tree with your first shot... Then hitting as many falling leaves as you could with your second shot. I'm impressed. In your first shot, you put in all your strength... In the second, concentration and precision are key. Moreover, if those two shots aren't fired in rapid succession, then there aren't any leaves left to shoot. Pretty well thought out, if you ask me.

Gordin:
That's Master Jeorge for you. You've seen right through my training!

Jeorge:
So, the secret of Altea's finest archer has come to light.

Gordin:
Ah, no, you're exaggerating, sir...

Jeorge:
No, I really am not. Look at you. You were a child--a mere apprentice when we met. And now... you've grown so much.

Gordin:
It was all thanks to your guidance, Master.

Jeorge:
Hahaha, flattery will not get you everywhere. ...But, it's true. As your master, I ought to give you one last lesson.

Gordin:
One last...?

Jeorge:
Stand back, Gordin.

Gordin:
Y-yes.

Jeorge:
Uh... Hyaah!!

Gordin:
W-what!?

Jeorge:
How many?

Gordin:
T-twelve...

Jeorge:
Heh. Not too shabby for my first try.

Gordin:
That... that's just so cool... Argh, and I thought was doing pretty good too...

Gordin and Jeorge 2

Gordin:
Err... Nine this time... Guess I'm still no match for Master.

Jeorge:
I see your defenses are still wide open.

Gordin:
Whoa!! W-what... Wait, Master Jeorge! Don't just appear outta nowhere and poke me! It tickles!

Jeorge:
Oh come on. Get over it. What would you do if an enemy poked you in the ribs, huh?

Gordin:
With all due respect, no self-respecting soldier spends their time poking people in battle.

Jeorge:
Heh... Well, indeed. If I were on a battlefield, I'd use a dagger, not my finger.

Gordin:
P-please don't say thing like that. You're kind of creeping me out.

Jeorge:
I'm joking. Anyway, how is it going?

Gordin:
Well, I've improved a little, but I'm still no match for you, Master.

Jeorge:
So you can't measure up, huh? If you say so, then it has to be true.

Gordin:
Wh-what do you mean?

Jeorge:
...You have talent. Those around you recognize that, too. However, you still lack something crucial.

Gordin:
Something crucial?

Jeorge:
Self-confidence, in other words. You don't seem to have noticed, but you're too easily swayed by others. That pure, modest heart of yours is powerful, but it is also your weakness.

Gordin:
What do you mean?

Jeorge:
I mean you vacillate. Ergo, you aren't sure of yourself, and you let others influence you. And that hesitation, however slight, affects the arrows you shoot.

Gordin:
My hesitation, and my arrows...

Jeorge:
Steel yourself, Gordin. Get over your self-esteem issues, and you won't lose to anyone. Not even me.

Gordin:
Y-yes sir...!

Gordin and Jeorge 3

Jeorge:
...

Gordin:
...Here goes nothing. Hmm... Hyah!!

Jeorge:
Hm, that's...!

Gordin:
Eleven, twelve, thir...teen!

Jeorge:
Well done, Gordin. You've finally surpassed me.

Gordin:
No way. I'm nowhere near your level yet. But... it doesn't really matter. I'm me, and that's that. I'm through with using everyone else as a benchmark. I'll improve for myself, not because I think I'm better or worse than someone else.

Jeorge:
...That's good to hear. Truly, you're you. There's no need for you to be led astray by others' opinions.

Gordin:
Yes. I'm still kind of childish though. Master, I'm counting on your guidance!

Jeorge:
Heh, you haven't a drop of arrogance in you. You really are something else.

Julian and Rickard 1

Julian:
Yo, Rickard. What you doin' there?

Rickard:
Ohh! Chief...! Ehehehehe.

Julian:
You're carrying a pretty hefty bag right there. It looks heavy too; need a helpin' hand?

Rickard:
I-it's okay. This is mine, so I gotta carry it...

Julian:
Liar. That ain't yours. How many corpses did you loot this time?

Rickard:
That's Chief for you. You see through everythin'.

Julian:
I'll let it slide this time, but... Don't even think about stealin' anythin' from this army.

Rickard:
C'mon. Nobody minds a small-time thief like me.

Julian:
So you're still goin' to... Fine, whatever.

Rickard:
Eh? You not gonna stop me?

Julian:
Yup. 'Cause there are a lot of guys much, muuuch scarier than me, in this army. Who knows what demented punishments they have in store for thieves and pilferers like yourself... Be careful, buddy. I wouldn't wanna see you with any missin' bits or somethin'.

Rickard:
...Hey, stop it, Chief. There's no way I'd do somethin' like that, right? I'm a noble thief, after all.

Julian:
I see, so you're a "noble thief." ...Yep. ...Then, shall we get goin'?

Rickard:
Eh? Where to?

Julian:
You... were about to give away that gold to all the poor and needy, right? After all, you're a noble thief: a defender of the weak and downtrodden.

Rickard:
Wha-whaaaaaat...!

Julian:
Is there somethin' wrong?

Rickard:
Y-you got me... Nothin' gets past you, huh, Chief.

Julian and Rickard 2

Rickard:
Oops... S-sorry!

Julian:
What are you doin'? Are you sick or somethin'?

Rickard:
It's weird... I ate my breakfast just right... Maybe not enough veggies?

Julian:
Be careful, you.

Rickard:
Ehehe... Purse, get! Seems like Chief's been gettin' rusty. Or maybe I've improved? Now, let's take a looksie... Wait, what... No purse. Not even mine. W-why? Julian:
Why, I wonder? Did you get rusty, or am I just better?

Rickard:
Chief! So you knew...

Julian:
You just don't learn, do you. Oh yeah, I got your purse like this the first time we met, didn't I?

Rickard:
Yeah. Heh heh, I've challenged you many times after that, but I always lose.

Julian:
And I can tell there are goin' to be many more times to come. You're an obstinate brat sometimes.

Rickard:
I'm gonna tag along until I show you I can snatch your purse, Chief!

Julian:
Heh, it's not goin' to be easy. Keep tryin', kid.

Julian and Rickard 3

Rickard:
Chief. Once you find Lena, are you really goin' back?

Julian:
You tellin' me to go somewhere else?

Rickard:
Don't you wanna get back to the business with me?

Julian:
And why would I need to go back to bein' a thief...? How about YOU try turnin' over a new leaf?

Rickard:
Ehh... I'm no good, ya know. All I can do is pick locks and steal stuff.

Julian:
I was just like that, too. But, it all worked out in the end. If you want, I'll help you look for a job. What do you think?

Rickard:
Hmmm... Nah, I'm fine. I... like this life. It's excitin', see.

Julian:
...I see. Do tell me if you change your mind.

Rickard:
Okay. But if you're not comin' back, Chief, then I gotta look for a new partner. Hmm, a cute girl would be kinda nice... Hey Chief, what do you think of that girl with the hairband over there?

Julian:
You little fink... You've no intention of goin' clean, huh?

Marth and Caeda 1

Marth:
Caeda, have you been keeping well?

Caeda:
Hello, Marth. Yes, of course.

Marth:
I see. I'm glad to hear it. If anything were to happen to you, I wouldn't be able to look King Talys in the eye.

Caeda:
You're too kind... And you, Marth? Are you well?

Marth:
Please, worry not, Caeda. I've all the help I could possibly want and more.

Caeda:
Hmm. Starting with Chris... We have so many reliable people, don't we?

Marth:
Yes. That's why... Caeda, I must implore you to leave the fighting to us.

Caeda:
Huh...? Marth, what do you mean...?

Marth:
I do not wish to see you on the battlefield. If you must, I'd prefer it if you would support us away from the frontlines.

Caeda:
Marth... How could you say such a thing? Am I that much of a burden to you?

Marth:
No, Caeda. That's... not what I meant. I... I don't want to see you get hurt. Your safety is of immense importance to me.

Caeda:
So, are you telling me to wallow alone in prayer? Somewhere arrows won't reach me? While everyone else is fighting? That... That's just...! I won't have it! I can't just sit quietly, while others risk their lives.

Marth:
Caeda...

Caeda:
I'll fight. I'll fight by your side. I'll show you that I'm capable!

Marth:
Oh! Caeda...! ...Did I say something wrong...?

Marth and Caeda 2

Caeda:
Marth! Were you watching?

Marth:
Y-yes... You did splendidly.

Caeda:
I'm so glad... Now, will you take back your words?

Marth:
I...!

Caeda:
Please, Marth! Don't give me that look. I'm fine. I'm much stronger than you think.

Marth:
I... I see. You're right. You are strong. But, that's why I worry. The stronger you become, the more often I'll have to ask you to fight on the frontlines. You hate fighting, and I worry. Is it not troubling for you?

Caeda:
That's... I feel happy by your side, Marth.

Marth:
Caeda...

Caeda:
Don't you hate to fight as well?

Marth:
Well... You're right. I do.

Caeda:
I know how much it hurts you, more than anyone else... That's why I'll fight too. I'll help you end this war, so that we'll never have to witness bloodshed again. Am I being selfish?

Marth:
... All right, Caeda. I won't say anything more. Please, stay with me. And... together, let's bring this terrible war to a close. But... please, don't push yourself too hard.

Caeda:
Yes...! Thank you, Marth.

Marth and Caeda 3

Marth:
Caeda. Have you been well?

Caeda:
Teehee...

Marth:
Huh? Why did you laugh? Was it something I said?

Caeda:
No, not really. It's just... you always ask me that. You're always worrying about everyone else.

Marth:
I-is that so?

Caeda:
That's why we follow you, Marth. It's because of your kindess that I...

Marth:
Huh...?

Caeda:
Say, Marth. Once this war is over, will we..?

Marth:
Yes. We must devote all of our energies into the reconstruction.

Caeda:
Oh yes... That's right.

Marth:
And then, we'll be wed.

Caeda:
Oh, Marth...!

Marth:
I'm looking forward to seeing you in a wedding dress, Caeda.

Caeda:
And what, sir, will I do if it becomes me less than this armor?

Marth:
Hahaha, that's impossible. You'll be beautiful regardless.

Caeda:
Really?

Marth:
Mmm.

Caeda:
Thank you, Marth. I hope I'll be a bride worthy of you.

Marth:
I too... I'll make you the happiest woman in the world, Caeda.

Caeda:
...Marth...

Robert and Leiden 1

Leiden:
Robert, it's time for the war council.

Robert:
Huh, is that so? ...Oh right, I think I heard about that...

Leiden:
Sir Jagen told us yesterday. Have you forgotten already?

Robert:
Eh, well, that's strange... I didn't intend to.

Leiden:
You're such an airhead, you know?

Robert:
R-really?

Leiden:
Misbuttoning your clothes, wearing two right gloves... How do you plan to tell me otherwise?

Robert:
Did that sort of thing happen...?

Leiden:
Yes. I lent you a left glove because you had two right ones. Then, you lost that too....

Robert:
Ohh! I remember now.

Leiden:
Hmm? The war council? Or the left glove?

Robert:
Sir Jagen told me he had that glove, so he asked me to go and collect it during the war council.

Leiden:
... I'm fairly sure he had a different set of gloves in mind.

Robert and Leiden 2

Robert:
Leiden, don't just throw away everything you own.

Leiden:
...? What are you talking about?

Robert:
You've a habit of throwing away anything you don't need... They once got really mad at you when you threw an old, dirty book away. "How dare you! It was a precious textbook!!" they said.

Leiden:
Yeah... Don't even remind me. I got in some real trouble that time. But that happened all the way back home. I'm just organizing my things now. Did I throw away something I shouldn't have?

Robert:
...Isn't this book Sir Jagen's? I remember borrowing it.

Leiden:
...! True... ...That was a close one.

Robert:
Your detachment from material things is one of your good points, but you're just a step away from getting another good scolding.

Leiden:
Indeed. I'd bet... Sir Jagen would be frightening if angered...

Robert:
Oh, Sir Jagen!

Leiden:
...!!!

Robert:
...Oops, wrong person.

Leiden:
You craven...!

Robert and Leiden 3

Leiden:
Robert? Weren't you supposed to get back by nightfall?

Robert:
I found a shortcut. That's why I came back early.

Leiden:
You never get lost anywhere... You should share some of that sense of direction with Sir/Dame Chris.

Robert:
Well, everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. But I think Sir/Dame Chris'll survive no matter where he/she goes.

Leiden:
Haha, maybe.

Robert:
Meanwhile, if you weren't a knight, you'd be some dull fellow leading a gray life somewhere...

Leiden:
Hey, you're going too far. And you--if you weren't a knight... Nah, you'd probably manage, oddly enough.

Robert:
What was that?

Leiden:
Well... Doesn't matter. Even if this war is over, it'll take time for the dust to settle.

Robert:
We'll have a lot of work to do... right?

Leiden:
Yeah. In any case, let's focus on the task at hand. Shall we train together?

Robert:
It would be a pleasure.

Luke and Rody 1

Luke:
The "Quiet One"? No... "Stone-faced One"? Nah... Argh, it's so hard to choose.

Rody:
...Luke. Do you think you could stop giving me bizarre nicknames? Also, stop staring at me like that.

Luke:
What, you don't like them? How about... "Cold-eyes"?

Rody:
That sounds like an insult to me... Am I really that cold?

Luke:
Fine, what good ideas have you got then?

Rody:
I need no nicknames. And besides, nicknames are supposed to come naturally, right?

Luke:
Come on, I know you actually want one; you can't fool me! So, I'll help you think of a fine nickname: one even a veteran knight of Altea would be proud of.

Rody:
...If that's the case, I'll think of a nickname for you as well.

Luke:
Alright! Remember to give me a cool one!

Rody:
Hmm... How about "Should Be More Serious!"?

Luke:
What...

Rody:
You don't like it? Then, how about "Oh Dear, He's Crazy..."?

Luke:
Alright, I get it already! You... really like to run your mouth off when you're in a mood.

Rody:
I do what I can, if it helps you to understand...

Luke:
Oh, those eyes! Your nickname has to be "Cold-eyes" now!

Rody:
In that case, yours is "Do It Seriously!"...

Luke and Rody 2

Luke:
Hey Rody, why did you volunteer to become a knight?

Rody:
...My family is poor. It's simple really. If I want my family to eat, I need to earn money for them. So, if you're asking for my reason, it would be family... That's the gist of it, I suppose.

Luke:
I see... That's a pretty heavy reason.

Rody:
Then, what made you volunteer, Luke?

Luke:
Oh, me? ...Because knights get all the ladies, duh!

Rody:
What. You volunteered to be a knight to get laid?

Luke:
W-well, kinda...

Rody:
......

Luke:
What's wrong with that! As long as I do my job right, how do my motives matter?

Rody:
Indeed. I can't deny that your performance has been stellar. But the thought that you've only come this far because of the "lay-deez" sends shivers down my spine... You're an idiot.

Luke:
Hahaha... Well, to each his own, they say.

Luke and Rody 3

Rody:
Luke, why did you lie to me?

Luke:
Hm? What are you talking about?

Rody:
About your motive for becoming a knight. Why did you make up that story about attracting girls?

Luke:
...Who told you?

Rody:
Sir Jagen. He told me during a war council the other day.

Luke:
Damn. I guess I've got nowhere to hide now.

Rody:
So you volunteered to become a knight in place of your older brother, who became bedridden right when he was about to receive the title himself. That's a splendid reason: one you should be proud of. Why lie?

Luke:
...It isn't splendid, and it isn't anything to be proud of.

Rody:
What...?

Luke:
My family has served in the Altean knights for generations. In other words... I was forced to volunteer as my brother's substitute, to protect my family's honor. But you see... I'm me. I'm not my brother-- I'm not some stinking substitute!

Rody:
Luke...

Luke:
So, I decided to volunteer on my own steam. ...For all the women of this world, naturally.

Rody:
... Let's just leave it at that. I'm counting on you, partner. Let's hope we get a girlfriend or two with our dashing visages and peerless chivalry.

Luke:
Hahah! So even you've got a sense of humor. ...Thanks, man. I'm counting on you too.

Bord and Cord 1

Bord:
Oh! There y'are, Cord.

Cord:
What's it now, Bord?

Bord:
Somebody mistook me for you, AGAIN!

Cord:
Wha...! Who was it!? I'll take care of 'em. Tell me!!

Bord:
Err... Huh, who was it again?

Cord:
Hey! Gimme a break. Man... You're really slow. You're like my complete opposite.

Bord:
What!? What about you? Hitting things without caring what happens. Faster doesn't mean better!

Cord:
What...! ......Show it. Today, we're gonna prove who's the better one!

Bord:
Yeah, bring it! Don't come cryin' to me later!

Cord:
Heh, that's MY line, buddy. I'mma force you into an early retirement! Marth:
Did I just... hear something incredibly dangerous...?

Bord and Cord 2

Bord:
Hahh, haah...

Cord:
What's wrong? Outta breath already, Bord...?

Bord:
Heh heh... Don't be crazy. Look at yourself first! Alright, time to drop... Here I come!

Cord:
Me too... Have atcha!

Bord:
One, two... yeah. Nine it is.

Cord:
...Alright. I got ten!

Bord:
What! Show me.

Cord:
Here ya go! Whaddya think?

Bord:
Y-you sonuva...

Cord:
Whaddya know? I win... this one.

Bord:
Wahaha! Nonsense! Look at how you've cut these... More doesn't mean better, you dolt! Seriously, what are you gonna use this wood for?

Cord:
Firewood man, firewood! Who cares about the shape if you're gonna burn 'em anyway? You're too naive!

Bord:
What didya say!? The cut of the wood can make it easier or harder to burn! You're the naive one!

Cord:
Gah... You just won't accept it, will ya.

Bord:
Of course I won't.

Cord:
Then... we'll settle our score in that forest over there!

Bord:
Yeah! Don't worry. I'll pay my respects to your grave soon enough!

Marth:
Oh dear, those two... They're doing just as I feared, aren't they?

Bord and Cord 3

Cord:
Hiyaah, hyaah...

Bord:
Did we... take our match too far?

Cord:
What, you crying already?

Bord:
Don't spout rubbish. Aren't you the one with the trembling voice?

Cord:
Heh, shut up. I... chopped down the most trees! Victory is mine.

Bord:
Nah...! Just look at this opening. It's my win, any way you slice it!

Cord:
What!?

Bord:
C'mon, don't tell me you're still denyin' it!?

Cord:
Damn you...!
Marth:
Wait, you two! Why are you fighting?

Cord:
Oh, Prince Marth...

Marth:
Did you two cut down all of... these trees by yourselves?

Cord:
Yeah... That's right.

Marth:
Ah, these trees... Bord cut these, right?

Bord:
What, you can tell!?

Marth:
Of course. It's a very clean, neat cut. There's no better material for crafting training weapons than this. ...That is what I've heard Jagen say many times. Let me express my gratitude. Thank you, Bord.

Bord:
Ah, thanks.

Marth:
Then, that mountain of wood must be Cord's.
Cord:
Y-yeah.

Marth:
Cord. Thanks to you, we've no lack of firewood. Your efforts mean that we've never had any shortage of cooked food or lighting. Thank you.

Cord:
Uh, no biggie.

Marth:
...By the way, why were the two of you engaged in such a heated contest?

Cord:
N-no, it's...

Bord:
...Cord. Just this time, let's call it a draw... No, this time... we're both winners!

Cord:
Yeah, ain't that right!

Samson and Sheema 1

Sheema:
Ah. Samson.

Samson:
Hm, Sheema? Do you need somethin'?

Sheema:
No, err... N-nothing in particular really...

Samson:
I see.

Sheema:
Have I... annoyed you?

Samson:
No. Why would I be annoyed simply because of your summons?

Sheema:
Huh... Why wouldn't you be?

Samson:
... I can't say.

Sheema:
I-I see. My apologies, I've intruded, have I not?

Samson:
No. That's not it, Sheema. I am the one at fault.

Sheema:
...Don't say that. The fault is mine.

Samson:
Hm...

Sheema:
......

Samson:
...It seems we've come to an impasse.

Sheema:
Ah, yes.... You're correct.

Samson:
Shall we go outside, Sheema? You should remove that heavy armor while you're at it.

Sheema:
Alright. Could you... go on ahead then, Samson? I'll join you later.

Samson:
Yes, understood.

Samson and Sheema 2

Sheema:
Samson, do you have... any desire to be king?

Samson:
Hmm... Nope.

Sheema:
I-I see...

Samson:
I'm a mercenary, and always will be. Besides, Sheema... I don't have the ability to rule over another.

Sheema:
Well, I'm not sure I agree...

Samson:
Hmm?

Sheema:
No, pay it no mind. I... I don't have that ability either.

Samson:
Sheema, don't tell me, you...

Sheema:
Yes. This war made it all too clear. I am not qualified to be queen...

Samson:
... It seems you've made up your mind.

Sheema:
...Samson. Can I ask you just one thing?

Samson:
Yes, of course.

Sheema:
A mercenary... is oftentimes forced to serve a master with whom he does not agree, correct?

Samson:
That... depends on the mercenary. If you don't like them, then don't work with them. That's what I reckon, at any rate. I'll not cheapen my ideals for anyone.

Sheema:
I see. Thank goodness...

Samson:
Hm? What do you mean?

Sheema:
Ah, no, it's nothing. I'm just talking to myself.

Samson:
I see. Well, if that's an acceptable answer, then all is well.

Sheema:
Uh, Samson. There is one more thing I'd like to ask you...

Samson:
So many questions today... Go ahead, Sheema.

Sheema:
Thank you. Then...

Samson and Sheema 3

Sheema:
Samson, you used to protect a village near Archanea Palace, long ago, correct?

Samson:
Yeah. It was a good place to live.

Sheema:
Well, this is just hearsay but...

Samson:
Hm? What is it?

Sheema:
I've heard that the palace town is a wonderful place to shop. I, um... I'm unfamiliar with the area so... So, I was wondering... If it would be okay with you, would you escort me...?

Samson:
Of course. An easy task.

Sheema:
I'm so happy...! Err, I mean... You have my gratitude.

Samson:
Yeah. But... there is one slight problem.

Sheema:
Huh? What would that be?

Samson:
The palace town is huge. You cannot possibly go around all of it in just one or two days.

Sheema:
I-I see...

Samson:
... I wonder if Prince Marth will emerge victorious.

Sheema:
Huh? Oh, yes. Most likely.

Samson:
If that should happen, m'lady will probably live in the palace.

Sheema:
...! Samson, do you mean...

Samson:
You can come anytime, Sheema. I'll be right there.

Sheema:
Yes...!

Caesar and Radd 1

Caesar:
Did you like the book I lent you the other day, Radd? Was it informative?

Radd:
Uhh... Y-yes! It sure was! I feel so much stronger already!

Caesar:
...You could just admit to me you hadn't read it. I won't get mad.

Radd:
Ahahaha... sorry... The letters are too small... It's kind of hard to read.

Caesar:
Your fencing style is self-taught. I'll admit that you're skilled, but it might cause you problems in the future. So... read, Radd. Read. You need to get some real instruction. You'll regret it later, if you don't.

Radd:
I know that! I'm just... no good at book-learnin'. It just goes right out of my head as soon as I head into battle.

Caesar:
Good heavens...

Caesar:
That's because you feel your way through fights. If you could combine that with a little formal knowledge... Why, you'd be the strongest mercenary on the continent!

Radd:
The strongest on the continent!? Who, m-me!?

Caesar:
Yes, you. You've got a ton of potential in you, Radd.

Radd:
Really!?

Caesar:
I guarantee it.

Radd:
...Caesar! Can I borrow your book for a little longer!?

Caesar:
Sure. If there's anything you don't understand, just ask.

Radd:
Thanks!

Caesar:
...That attitude of his... isn't going to change, is it?

Caesar and Radd 2

Caesar:
Radd, we have to talk.

Radd:
Wha... What is it?

Caesar:
What was that pathetic display of swordsmanship? Do that on a battlefield, and you'd be dead in seconds.

Radd:
Ah, well, y'see... I'm feeling a little sick today.

Caesar:
We mercenaries fight on the frontlines; our blades lashing out at the enemy. Do you really think that I'd let a poor excuse like that slide?

Radd:
N-no! The truth is... I was testing out a style from that book.

Caesar:
Book...? You mean the one I lent you?

Radd:
Yeah. The minute I gave it a shot... I understood. I can't fight with those techniques. I'm pretty sure I'm not going to get stronger learning like this, Caesar.

Caesar:
I see... Actually, I was wondering if that wasn't the case, myself. Your strength lies in your instincts. You've got a very primal style. I suppose it'd be a problem if we tried to dilute it...

Radd:
Got it. I'll have to work hard to get stronger, my own way.

Caesar:
It's a pity. I really did think you'd be the strongest, if you learned how to fence properly...

Radd:
There you go again. It can't be helped if I can't do it. Well, there goes that dream!

Caesar:
...I wasn't lying, you know.

Caesar and Radd 3

Radd:
......

Caesar:
...What? You've been staring at me for quite some time. Can't you see I'm reading?

Radd:
...You're incredible, Caesar.

Caesar:
That's not sudden at all. You want something from me?

Radd:
No, that's not it... You're always giving it your all, right? Doing your best to get stronger, I mean. Learning tactics from difficult books, sparring with all kinds of opponents, and learning new techniques...

Caesar:
We're fighting in a war. I just want to raise my chances of survival, even by the tiniest amount. This army has many skilled warriors. There's a lot I can learn from them.

Radd:
Guys like you are probably those "first-rate mercenaries" that everyone talks about.

Caesar:
If that's how you feel, why not follow my example?

Radd:
I just can't. This is the only way I can fight... Improvising my way out of the worst scrimmage. Caesar... Please don't ever leave me.

Caesar:
What are you spouting now? Of course I won't leave you. ...Now shoo. You're distracting me.

Radd:
Heh heh...

Caesar:
How can Radd even say things like that... His style's been improving each battle. I've got to be careful I don't fall behind him....

Caeda and Ogma 1

Caeda:
Ogma, do you have a moment?

Ogma:
Yes, Princess?

Caeda:
Here, please hold this...

Ogma:
Is this a vulnerary?

Caeda:
You wounded your left shoulder whilst protecting me in the last battle, am I right?

Ogma:
...So you noticed.

Caeda:
I know, because you're always watching out for me... I'm sure you suffered far more wounds that I'm not aware of.

Ogma:
Of course not. Have confidence in my abilities, Princess.

Caeda:
...I'm sorry. I've caused you so much bother...

Ogma:
Please raise your head. My life is yours. You needn't concern yourself with my wounds.

Caeda:
Ogma...

Ogma:
Please give that vulnerary to Marth. I have no need for it.

Caeda:
No! I had this vulnerary concocted especially for you. I want you to use it!

Ogma:
...Very well. Then, I shall gladly accept it.

Caeda and Ogma 2

Caeda:
Hello, Ogma.

Ogma:
Princess. Is there something you want?

Caeda:
I just wanted to thank you for saving me again.

Ogma:
No need. It's my duty to protect you and the prince.

Caeda:
Thank you, Ogma. With you by our side, Marth and I can fight as freely as the wind. I've no doubt that there are few battles over which we cannot triumph.

Ogma:
I am hardly deserving of such high praise.

Caeda:
I do worry about one little thing though:
Your habit of never relying on others... I'm afraid, Ogma. I'm afraid you'll leave us one day.

Ogma:
...

Caeda:
Please don't forget, Ogma. As you protect us, we too shall protect you. You are not alone.

Ogma:
...Yes.

Caeda and Ogma 3

Ogma:
...

Caeda:
Ogma?

Ogma:
...! ...Princess.

Caeda:
Hee hee, you let your guard down for a change!

Ogma:
Now you're making fun of me...

Caeda:
Haha, I'm actually pretty happy right now.

Ogma:
Happy?

Caeda:
Uh-huh. It's the first time you've not noticed someone sneak up on you. I'm glad you've started to trust us.

Ogma:
...True. I don't feel like an island anymore. ...That was a big fault of mine. It never once crossed my mind to rely on someone else in battle. That... probably means I've grown weaker.

Caeda:
That's not true. You haven't become weaker. If anything, you've only gotten stronger since I first met you.

Ogma:
...Having something to protect and having the relief, knowing somebody is protecting me... You say I've grown stronger thanks to that?

Caeda:
Yes, that's what I believe. I'm the same...

Ogma:
It's so mysterious. Hearing it from you, it really does feel like I've become stronger.

Caeda:
Teehee. I must pray to the goddess of fortune for that strength of yours to always be with me.

Ogma:
Then, to answer to your expectations, I hereby vow to fight to the end, as your sword.

Caeda:
Thank you, Ogma.

Sirius and Belf 1

Belf:
Sir Sirius! I wonder if you could spare a moment?

Sirius:
Sir Belf... What business do you have with me?

Belf:
Your mask... I'd like to see the face behind it.

Sirius:
...!

Belf:
I understand that you have your reasons for hiding your indentity. But... Still, I'd like to ask this of you.

Sirius:
...And if I say no?

Belf:
Then please tell me why. I was once a Sable Knight of Grust. I was one of the enemy then. Even so, Prince Marth has accepted me into his army. The prince looks beyond trivialties such as nationality... There should be no need to disguise yourself, I would think.

Sirius:
Sir Belf, I believe you've mistaken me for another. Please leave me be.

Belf:
General!

Sirius:
You are mistaken. I am no general. I am Sirius... Merely Sirius.

Sirius and Belf 2

Belf:
That was a magnificent battle, Sir Sirius.

Sirius:
Sir Belf... I recall asking you to leave me be.

Belf:
It matters not if you wear a mask. I can tell from your fighting style. That's Grustian spear technique.

Sirius:
It seems that our misunderstanding still stands. 'Tis a pity.

Belf:
I understand. If you are so strongly intent on hiding yourself, I won't force you. But... At least tell me. Why? Why go so far to hide it?

Sirius:
......

Belf:
General!

Sirius:
For argument's sake, if I were in fact the Grustian general you claim I am, Sir Belf... What do you think would result from my revealing myself? A resistance would rise, and I would be their symbol. I would provide the impetus needed to free Grust. I hardly think now is the time for further Grustian blood to be spilt.

Belf:
...!

Sirius:
Now, if you'll excuse me.

Belf:
......

Sirius and Belf 3

Belf:
Sir Sirius. I'd like to apologize for my rudeness. I... seem to have made a grave error.

Sirius:
...What matters is that you understand. Very well, I shall take my leave.

Belf:
Please wait. Would you... mind keeping me company...? I want to speak with you. About the past, I mean.

Sirius:
......

Belf:
The general who led the Grustian Sable Order, which I was a member of, was a wonderful person. He used to tell us this: A knight's spear is not for himself. It exists to protect the weak. I've come thus far holding his words to my heart. But... even though I chose this path, I wonder if I made the right choice... Sir Sirius, if the general were alive, do you think he'd have anything to say to me?

Sirius:
Sir Belf... I am proud to have you as my subordinate. I want you to keep protecting the people, in my stead, for I've already departed from Archanea...

Belf:
...!

Sirius:
I... I would imagine he would say something along those lines.

Belf:
...Thank you... so much!

Yumina and Yubello 1

Yumina:
Yubello, listen.

Yubello:
Yes? What is it, Yumina?

Yumina:
As you know, you and I are the last of the Grustian royal family. You do understand what that entails, don't you?

Yubello:
Yes... Yes, I do.

Yumina:
The nobility have a very special task:
they have to be both strong and wise... That means you too, Yubello.

Yubello:
Mmm-hmm.

Yumina:
So... I was thinking that we should use our free time to study together.

Yubello:
Huh...?

Yumina:
What's the matter? Don't you want to?

Yubello:
No, not really, I guess...?

Yumina:
Prince Yubello! This is your duty, so no whining! In any event, I have to make preparations today, so we'll continue next time. We'll meet again at this very place. Got it?

Yubello:
Oh, okay. I'll come.

Yumina:
Good answer. Until then, fare you well, Brother!

Yubello:
You too, Yumina...

Yumina and Yubello 2

Yubello:
Waah, wh-what's this? These books are up to my eyes...

Yumina:
I see you've come, Yubello.

Yubello:
Did you... really get all these books, Yumina?

Yumina:
Yes, you are absolutely correct. Naturally, we of the nobility require this sort of rigor in our studies.

Yubello:
Huh? Wasn't it a lot of trouble...? Are you well, Yumina...?

Yumina:
Oh... Of course I am. You need not worry so much.

Yubello:
Mmm... O-okay...

Yumina:
Very well then, Yubello. Shall we begin? Today, we'll study Grustian history.

Yubello:
Okay.

Yumina:
Yubello, do you know who was the first King of Grust?

Yubello:
It was King Ordwin, right? He used to be an Archanean general. He was kind to the Manaketes too.

Yumina:
That's right. I see you remember. Well done, Yubello.

Yubello:
Uh huh. Grust's the way it is now thanks to King Ordwin...

Yumina:
Indeed. He rebuilt a desolated land together with its people... And to protect the kingdom from evildoers, he founded the Sable Order.

Yubello:
He was amazing. I really admire him. He was so strong and cool...

Yumina:
......Yes. He was... great, huh...

Yubello:
...Yumina?

Yumina:
Oh, sorry. I was a little... distracted. Let us resume our studies. Err... What... was next...?

Yubello:
...Yu-Yumina, I'm sorry. I, er, I'm feeling sleepy already.

Yumina:
I-is that so? That's a pity, but I suppose we can't do anything about it. Alright then, we'll continue next time. Good night, Yubello.

Yubello:
'Night, Yumina.

Yumina:
......

Yumina and Yubello 3

Yumina:
...And then, with the help of Archanea's people... King Ordwin...

Yubello:
...Yumina.

Yumina:
...... Oh dear, the book... I'm sorry.

Yubello:
Yumina!

Yumina:
W-what is it... Yubello? You don't... need to shout.

Yubello:
Yumina...! Stop it! You don't have to force yourself!

Yumina:
Huh...?

Yubello:
I can read by myself, you know? Besides, Master Wendell's taught me lots of magic!

Yumina:
Yubello...

Yubello:
Sure, right now... I'm still a kid, and I can't be a super-royal or anything. But... I'll do my best. Just watch! I'll grow up to be the most reliable man ever, so you won't ever need to worry!

Yumina:
...Haha, I see. I'm sorry, Yubello. I've always worried about you, but... It looks like that's had the opposite effect of what I intended.

Yubello:
Don't say that. It's not your fault, Yumina.

Yumina:
But... Yubello...

Yubello:
What?

Yumina:
You're still a baby. You've got a long way to go!

Yubello:
Aww...

Yumina:
"Most reliable man ever," you say? Haven't you been listening? You need to set clear goals!

Yubello:
Oh, yeah. Sorry...

Yumina:
That's a good Yubello! You know, for you, I can do anything. I'm... going to help you all the way. It made me really happy that you were worried. Thank you. But... I'm fine. Yubello, let's do our best okay? The both of us.

Yubello:
Yup!