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Support Conversations Guide by Flux_Blade

Version: 1.0 | Updated: 04/03/07

Fire Emblem Path of Radiance Support FAQ

====Table of Contents====

1 What are supports?
2 List of Character Supports
3 The actual Supports
4 Legal
5 Acknowledgements

====What are supports? ====

Supports are conversations between two characters on your team during missions
that when the two characters are within a certain distance from each other,
give bonus to their attack, defense, hit, or avoid.  The mechanics and what
bonus the support gives is explained in another FAQ on GAMEFAQS.

====List of Character Supports====

Order of Supports
Ike:
Ike/Titania     Ike/Oscar     Ike/Soren     Ike/Lethe     Ike/Reyson
Ike/Ranulf     Ike/Elincia

Titania:
Titania/Ike     Titania/Boyd     Titania/Rhys     Titania/Mist

Oscar:
Oscar/Ike     Oscar/Kieran     Oscar/Tanith     Oscar/Janaff

Boyd:
Boyd/Titania     Boyd/Mist     Boyd/Brom     Boyd/Ulki

Rhys:
Rhys/Titania     Rhys/Mia     Rhys/Rolf     Rhys/Kieran     Rhys/Ulki

Shinon:
Shinon/Gatrie     Shinon/Rolf     Shinon/Janaff

Gatrie:
Gatrie/Shinon     Gatrie/Ilyana     Gatrie/Marcia     Gatrie/Astrid

Soren:
Soren/Ike     Soren/Stefan

Mia:
Mia/Rhys     Mia/Ilyana     Mia/Largo

Ilyana:
Ilyana/Gatrie     Ilyana/Mia     Ilyana/Mordecai     Ilyana/Zihark
Ilyana/Lucia

Mist:
Mist/Titania     Mist/Boyd     Mist/Rolf     Mist/Mordecai     Mist/Jill

Rolf:
Rolf/Rhys    Rolf/Shinon     Rolf/Mist     Rolf/Marica     Rolf/Tauroneo

Marcia:
Marcia/Gatrie     Marcia/Rolf     Marcia/Kieran     Marcia/Tanith

Lethe:
Lethe/Ike     Lethe/Jill    Lethe/Muarim     Lethe/Ranulf

Mordecai:
Mordecai/Ilyana     Mordecai/Mist     Mordecai/Stefan     Mordecai/Ulki
Mordecai/Ranulf

Volke:
Volke/Bastian

Kieran:
Kieran/Oscar     Kieran/Rhys     Kieran/Marcia

Brom:
Brom/Boyd     Brom/Nephenee     Brom/Zihark

Nephenee:
Nephenee/Brom     Nephenee/Devdan     Nephenee/Calill

Zihark:
Zihark/Ilyana     Zihark/Brom     Zihark/Muarim

Sothe:
Sothe/Astrid     Sothe/Tormod

Jill:
Jill/Mist     Jill/Lethe     Jill/Haar

Astrid:
Astrid/Gatrie     Astrid/Sothe     Astrid/Makalov

Makalov:
Makalov/Astrid     Makalov/Haar     Makalov/Bastian

Stefan:
Stefan/Soren     Stefan/Mordecai

Tormod:
Tormod/Sothe     Tormod/Devdan     Tormod/Reyson     Tormod/Calill

Muarim:
Muarim/Lethe     Muarim/Zihark     Muarim/Largo

Devdan:
Devdan/Nephenee   Devdan/Tormod   Devdan/Largo

Tanith:
Tanith/Oscar     Tanith/Marcia    Tanith/Reyson

Reyson:
Reyson/Ike     Reyson/Tormod     Reyson/Tanith

Ulki:
Ulki/Boyd     Ulki/Rhys     Ulki/Mordecai

Janaff:
Janaff/Oscar    Janaff/Shinon     Janaff/Lucia

Calill:
Calill/Nephenee     Calill/Tormod     Calill/Geoffrey

Tauroneo:
Tauroneo/Rolf     Tauroneo/Largo

Ranulf:
Ranulf/Ike     Ranulf/Lethe     Ranulf/Mordecai

Haar:
Haar/Jill     Haar/Makalov

Lucia:
Lucia/Ilyana     Lucia/Janaff     Lucia/Bastian

Bastian:
Bastian/Volke     Bastian/Makalov     Bastian/Lucia

Geoffrey:
Geoffrey/Calill    Geoffrey/Elincia

Largo:
Largo/Mia     Largo/Muarim     Largo/Devdan     Largo/Tauroneo

Elincia:
Elincia/Ike     Elincia/Geoffrey

====The Actual Supports====

To find a specific support, you can use "ctrl+f" and type in "person1/person2"
to find that support.  To see all the supports that a person has use "ctrl+f"
and type in the person name in uppercase.  Some of the supports differ if
certain characters are dead or when the support is viewed.  All the supports
were done with everyone alive on the team and done earliest it was available.

IKE:

Ike/Titania

Support C

Titania:  Hey, Ike.  Training?
Ike:  Yeah.  You too, huh?  Hey, do you want to spar?  I learn a lot when we
team up.
Titania:  Really?  I'm glad to hear that.  I thought you no longer needed my
lessons.
Ike:  What are you talking about?  You're the one who put the finishing touches
on what swordsmanship I inherited from my father.
Titania:  Hmm.  I'm honored to hear you say so.
Ike: I mean it.
Titania:  But the talent you inherited from your father is one of a kind.  I
want you to cherish it.
Ike:  Huh...  Hey, titania?  When did you meet my father?  You used to be a
Crimean knight, right?
Titania:  That's right...  But it's a long story, and we need to train!  Get
ready!  Focus!
Ike:  Fine...

Support B

Ike:  Do you have a moment, Titania?
Titania:  Ike!  How can I help you?
Ike:  Remember what we talked about the other day?  About when you met my
father?
Titania:  Um...  Yeah...  That...
Ike:  I know you don't want to talk about it, so I won't force you or anything.
Titania:  It's not like I don't want to.  It's just...  It's hard to talk about
my past.  Still...  You deserve to know as much about your father as
possible...  All right, I'll tell you.
Ike:  Great!
Titania:  When I was a Crimean knight, I entered an officer exchange program
and was sent to Gallia.  Where your father was.  On my first day, they held a
joint training session in the royal hall.  That's where I saw Commander Greil's
might for the first time.  He took on wave after wave of knights and defeated
them like they were children.  His swordsmanship was brillant...  The other
knights barely had time to lift their weapons before Commander Greil had them
on the ground.  He was the mightiest warrior I had ever seen.  My body...
trembled at the thought of it.
Ike:  Whoa.
Titania:  I tried to cross swords with him, but he was so far out of my
league...  Ha!  It was laughable!  But I asked him to train me, and he agreed.
After that, whenever we had a spare hour, we would meet and spar.  We soon grew
close, and after a few weeks, he invited me to his home.  That's when I saw you.
Ike:  Me?
Titania:  Yes.  You were sleeping in your mother's arms, and she was smiling.
You were adorable.  The Commander looked at you with such kind eyes...  I saw a
different person than the man who wielded a sword.
Ike:  I see.

Support A

Ike:  Titania?  I wish to thank you.
Titania:  W-what?  What's with all the formality?
Ike:  There's no guarantee that any of us will see tomorrow, and I want to tell
you this while it's still in my head.  Will you listen?
Titania:  Um...  All right, but...what's with you?  And what have I done to
deserve your thanks?
Ike:  You have done much.  You helped my father build this company.  He had
lost his wife and had two young children to care for...  I wish to thank you
for that.
Titania:  ...Oh, Ike...
Ike:  I've taken everything in my life for granted, and it was all possible
because of you.  My thanks is far too late in coming.
Titania:  It's not necessary, Ike.  What I did, I did because--
Ike:  You loved him.  Didn't you?
Titania:  ...!!!  ...Um...
Ike:  Perhaps I'm wrong.  Regardless...  I stand here alive today because of
you.  And I still want to thank you for it.  Had you not lent a helping hand, I
would most likely be dead.  And my father's life cut short as well.  You helped
to keep him alive until the Black Knight brought him down...  You made his
final years happy.  Thank you.
Titania:  Oh, Ike...  ...I don't...  ...Sniff...  ...Sniff...  ...Sniff...
Ike:  Unlike my father, I lack both experience and strength, but...  I'm
learning.  Please, keep aiding and supporting me.  Please...
Titania:  ...Sniff...  Of course...  Of course I will, Ike.

Ike/Oscar

Support C

Ike: Hey, Oscar, can you spar with me for a sec... Wait! Where are you going?
Oscar: Sorry, Ike!  No Time!  I have to prepare the evening meal today.
Ike: You?  Where's Mist?
Oscar: She's off practicing with her staff.  It's been a while since I cooked.
I hope I haven't lost my touch.
Ike: I haven't had one of your suppers in ages! I'm looking forward to it.
Oscar: Really?
Ike: Yeah, of course!  You're a great cook!  Why do you ask?
Oscar: Well... I never knew that.  Mist, Shinon, and Rhys were the only ones
whoever commented on the subtle spices and flavors that I use...  I mean, my
brothers are used to my cooking, and Soren hates everything.  I think he'd stop
eating if he could...  Sure, Commander Greil, Titania, Gatrie, and you ate
everything on the plate.  But... I feel like you'd eat anything.
Ike: Oscar, I didn't just shovel the food into my mouth.  I enjoyed it! I
really did!  Remember the first day that Mist took over your cooking duties?
Just thinking about it makes me ill...  Ha!  Even my father was having trouble
choking it down!  But I think Mist is finally starting to get the hang of it.
Oscar: Just like you're training to improve your swordsmanship, Mist is
training to improve her culinary skills.  You should give her more support.
Hearing someone say "Delicious!" is the best encouragement a cook can get.
Ike: I see...  Then I'll make sure to say "Delicious!" from now on.
Oscar: Ha ha! Thanks.

Support B

Oscar: How's it going, Ike?
Ike: Oh, hey, Oscar.  I'm fine...  Actually, I'm kind of worried about
something.
Oscar: Can I help?
Ike: Well, I was trying to figure out how we should fight the laguz bird tribes.
Oscar: That's odd... I was just thinking about the same thing.  When they turn
into their true selves, we are forced into a kind of battle that is difficult
for us.
Ike: You're right about that.  The laguz are so strong.  I've even seen them
shatter boulders with a single blow.  I feel like our weak points are as
visible as a lit torch for the bird tribes.  What's more, my sword is useless
if they take to the sky...
Oscar: My advice is to keep engaging them.  The more we fight, the more we
learn.  Of course, it won't be easy.
Ike: No, but I'm sure we can do it.  That's a good idea! Thanks.
Oscar: Ah...Well...sure.  You're pretty amazing, Ike.  You know that?
Ike: Hey, come on now.  You're the guy with all the experience and talent.
Oscar: Everything I have accomplished comes from hard work and practice.
You're the son of Commander Greil.  You have...natural talent.  I'd follow you
anywhere.
Ike: Uh...wow.  Thanks, Oscar...

Support A

Oscar: Ike.
Ike: Oscar? What is it?
Oscar: ...Are you well, Ike?
Ike: Yeah...yeah, I'm fine. Why? Did I worry you?
Oscar: No, no. It's nothing that you did.  It's just that...our battles are
intensifying.
I never imagined that we'd be involved in clashes of this magnitude.
Ike: You're right. Ever since my father died, it's been one kind of chaos after
another. It's a real challenge.
Oscar: So... How are you doing? Well, I mean... are you as well as can be
expected? Is there anything I can do?
Ike: Ah, Oscar. I give you enough grief as is. Just stick with your helplessly
green commander. That's all I ask.
Oscar: Ike...
Ike: Will you continue to believe in me?
Oscar: Yes, of course! As Commander Greil said, we are family. This is my home.
I will support you to the end.
Ike: Listen... I have an urge for your cooking. Think you can give Mist a hand
tonight?
Oscar: Ha! You don't have to ask me twice! I'll put all of my culinary skills
to work. I hope you're hungry!

Ike/Soren

Support C

Soren:  So that's how much we spent...  Supplies are running low.  We need
dried meat, fresh fruit...  Ike?  Are you listening?
Ike:  Huh?  Oh, sorry.  I wasn't paying attention.
Soren:  I would have never guessed.
Ike:  Sorry, Soren.  Look, could you run the report by me again?
Soren:  You're tired, Ike.  You need rest.  Go find a cot somewhere.
Ike:  You can tell?
Soren:  Of course.  When you're not feeling well, your left eye twitches.
Ike:  That's...odd.  I never noticed.
Soren:  Get some sleep.  I can manage things for a few hours.
Ike:  Well, I am pretty beat...
Soren:  Go.
Ike:  You know, Soren?  You're not nearly as insensitive as the others say.
Deep down, you're a big softie.
Soren:  Excuse me?
Ike:  Oh, nothing.  I'm going.
Soren:  Mmm.  Don't let the bedbugs bite.

Support B

Soren:  ...
Ike:  Do you have a second, Soren?
Soren:  What is it, Ike?
Ike:  What's wrong?  You've been quiet and moody for days.  What's going on?
Soren:  Um...  Well, it's...
Ike:  Yes?
Soren:  ...It's nothing.  ...  ...You've never worried about who you are, have
you?  Your family?  Where you come from?
Ike:  Who I am...?  Well, not really.  No.  I guess I don't understand what
you're getting at.  I had a father and a mother.  I don't remember much about
her, but otherwise, no complaints.
Soren:  It must be...nice to have loving parents.  You need people to
experience your childhood.  To help shape the person you will become.  Without
an adult around to affirm and support them, a child can't know which path to
take.  Or who he really is.
Ike:  Don't you have any memory of your parents?
Soren:  No.  The woman who raised me was not my birth mother.  And she wasn't
all that fond of me, anyway...  My earliest memories are of her saying, "Why
me?  The world isn't fair!" or "Stay away from me, child!"  No love.  No
affection.  She took care of me out of some sense of duty that she didn't
really possess.
Ike: ...
Soren:  When I was about four, a nearby sage came by and asked to take me in.
He said I possessed rare magical talent.  I remember the day clearly.  My
caretaker was delighted to give me up.  In fact, she seemed almost delirious
with pleasure.  Smiling like a madwoman as she handed me over...  The sage even
gave her gold as compensation.  Not that it was necessary.
Ike:  Oh, Soren...  I had no idea.
Soren:  The sage was old, and knew that death would soon come for him.  His
only goal was to teach his art to an apprentice.  As time was short, he put me
through terribly rigorous magic training.  We worked day and night, without
cease.  I didn't even have time to think about who I really was.  But it was
still a better life than I had ever known.  When the sage died two years later,
I had acquired much magical skill.  Perhaps too much for a child my age...  At
any rate, once I had eaten all of the food in the sage's hovel, I left and
walked for days to find help.  Upon reaching civilization, I came to another
grim realization...  I couldn't speak.  Not a word.
Ike:  Soren...
Soren:  Oh, I could read and write better than most of the villagers.  And I
could understand what they said.  I just couldn't talk.  I couldn't help it.
The woman and the sage both used to hurl words at me.  Unkind words, usually.
But I never needed to answer, so--
Ike:  Soren!
Soren:  Huh?  Oh...  I apologize, Ike.  I should not have made you listen to
such nonsense...
Ike:  Soren, it's no nonsense!  It's awful!  It's the most terrible thing I've
ever heard!  Where did this happen?  Was it in Begnion?
Soren:  No...  But, there's more.  I haven't told you...  About my parents...
No, that's enough.  I'm sorry.  Excuse me...
Ike:  Wait, Soren?  Soren!  Blast!

Support A

Ike:  Hey, Soren.
Soren:  ...
Ike:  I've been thinking a lot about what you said the other day, and there's
something I don't understand.  You survived.  You're strong.  Why would you
feel insecure about who you are?  Tell me.  Tell me everything.
Soren:  Curse you!  Why can't you leave me be?!  I don't have any friends, Ike!
I don't have anyone else!  If I tell you and you turn on me...  I...  I...  I
don't think I can survive it.
Ike:  That's why you have to tell me, Soren.  You'll never tell anyone else.
And if you don't tell anyone, you're just going to keep suffering.  Look at
you!  You're a mess!  Come on.  Talk to me.
Soren:  Ike...  I...  I...
Ike:  Soren, it's me!  Trust me.  I don't give two figs who your parents are!
I'll stand by you.
Soren:  Ike, I...sniff...  No, I won't...  ...sniff...Ah, Ike...  ...I'm...
Branded.  I'm one of the Branded.
Ike:  A Branded?  What's that?
Soren:  It's a cross between a beorc and a laguz.  Such a taboo union violates
every teaching of the goddess.  And of society.  We are untouchables.
Abominations.  Condemned to a life of hatred and shunning from both races.
Ike:  Wait, wait.  Hold it a second.  Let me make sure that I follow you...
You're part laguz?
Soren:  Yeah.  This mark on my forehead is the proof.  I learned about it while
researching ancient books at the Mainal Cathedral.  I always thought it was a
birthmark.  Others thought that it was the mark of a Spirit Charmer.
Ike:  What's a Spirit Charmer?
Soren:  Magic comes from interaction with spirits.  If you let one into your
body, it will give you tremendous power...for a price.  That's why the old sage
was so interested in me.  He thought I had struck such a deal.  But instead, I
was just a filthy Branded.
Ike:  All right.  I understand.  So?
Soren:  ...What do you mean, "so?"
Ike:  So, you have laguz blood in your veins.  So, you have a mark to prove it.
So...  What's the problem?
Soren:  What's the problem...?  Don't you find me repugnant!?  I work beside
you, eat beside you.  I'm nothing!  I don't belong anywhere!  Doesn't that
sicken you?
Ike:  No.  It doesn't change anything.  You're still you, Soren!  You're a
capable officer of our army.  And my friend.  We can't keep going unless you
are with us.
Soren:  ...Ike...  I thought...  I thought you...
Ike:  What?
Soren:  It was Gallia.  The sage lived in Gallia.  A few beorcs had settled
there and...
Ike:  Gallia?  Are you saying...
Soren:  When the sage died, no one would help me.  I couldn't speak.  Couldn't
find food.  I was dying.  You were the only one who helped.  You and your
father.  That's why you're my friend.  My...only friend.

Ike/Lethe

Support C

Ike:  Hiyaaaa!  Haaaaaa!  Hm?  Who's there?
Lethe:  Training hard?
Ike:  Lethe.  Were you watching me?
Lethe:  Yep.  I'm curious...  Our future success will depend in large part on
how well you humans fight.  We laguz can't afford to lag behind.
Ike:  You always need the upper hand, eh, Lethe?
Lethe:  Relax.  It's not like I'm going to claw you in the back during a
battle.  There's no point in it.  Besides you humans are the only ones who use
dirty tricks like that.
Ike:  Oh, I see.  So every laguz fights fair and square?
Lethe:  Most of us.  Not all.  Although we know when a laguz is about to use a
cheap trick.  We can smell it.  I can sniff out a trap from a mile away.  Even
in the dark.  You can hide from my eyes, but not my nose.
Ike:  Lethe?  Will you teach me how to fight like a laguz?
Lethe:  Sure, I'll take you on.  But it's going to hurt!  When I fight, it's
with claws out.
Ike:  Good.  I look forward to it.

Support B

Lethe:  Hey.
Ike:  Lethe.  What's up?
Lethe:  You fought pretty well the other day.  Better than I expected.
Ike:  What?  Me?
Lethe:  You see anyone else?
Ike:  No, but...  I didn't expect that from you.  You laguz have such awesome
natural power, I figure beorc look weak in comparison.
Lethe:  Totally different fighting styles of fighting.  You don't have the
reactions or control that we do, but you're actually kind of graceful.  It must
be tough to use a weapon that's not actually connected to your body.  No wonder
you train so much.
Ike:  Without teeth or claws, we need our weapons to move like they're a part
of us.  So, yeah, that takes a lot of work.
Lethe:  Mmm...  I see.  I may have to train more.  Which reminds me...  Do you
remember our bargain?
Ike:  Of course!  Will you do it?
Lethe:  I should ask you.  Laguz training is hard.  You're going to hurt.  And
bleed.  Are you ready?
Ike:  Let's do it!

Support A

Lethe:  Hello, Ike.
Ike:  Hey, Lethe!  You ready to punish me some more?
Lethe:  You're taking to my training with remarkable skill.  I need to keep up.
Ike:  You think so?  Wow.  A compliment from Lethe...  Now that's a big deal!
Lethe:  What's that supposed to mean?  You're not still holding a grudge about
our first meeting, are you?
Ike:  No, nothing like that.  It's just...  You're powerful, you know?  If you
compliment me, that means something.
Lethe:  Bah!  You give me too much credit.  ...Um...  Say, Ike?
Ike:  What?
Lethe:  When this war is over, you should...  Why don't you come to Gallia?  I
mean, not like I care, but-
Ike:  Gallia?
Lethe:  Right!  Well, you could learn even more if you trained in Gallia.  It's
hard living for a beorc.  But if you can handle it, you could take the
swordsmanship that runs in your blood to another level.
Ike:  Only if you're my sparring partner!
Lethe:  Meh...  Well, if you that's what you want...  I guess I'd be all right
with that.
Ike:  Then life in Gallia may not be so bad.
Lethe:  Oh?  Well, good.  It's settled then.  Come see us whenever you're
ready.  I might even...look forward to it.
Ike:  You have my word.

Ike/Reyson

Support C

Ike: Reyson.
Reyson: Oh, Ike.  What can I do for you?
Ike: I just came to see how things are going.  How are you doing?
Reyson: Fine.  No problems.
Ike: No problems?  Your face tells me otherwise.
Reyson: Well...we herons are optimistic by nature.  So it's hard for me to be
on a battlefield where the air is thick with negative energy.  It's...tiring.
But I'm learning to adjust.  I hope you'll let me fight beside you to the
bitter end.
Ike: As long as you take care of yourself, I have no complaints.  But isn't
there anything I can do to help?  Maybe we could have a special supper.
Certain foods tend to restore energy.
Reyson:  That's very kind, but my diet...  Heh.  It's fairly limited.  You
know, I used to be disgusted by my thin, frail body.  So one time I performed a
little experiment.  I got all the food that Tibarn likes-raw meat, cold fish,
insects-and ate them.  I ate them all.
Ike: That doesn't sound good.  What happened?
Reyson:  I stared death in the face for ten days.  You've never seen a laguz so
green!  I guess we herons are just meant to eat fruits and nuts for our entire
lives.
Ike:  I can't imagine.  Raw meat?  You must have been desperate!
Reyson:  I wanted so much to be like Tibarn.  Big body, strong wings...  With
those features, I felt I could march into Begnion and revenge my brothers all
by myself.  I got on my knees and prayed to the goddess every night.  Asking
her for power... But to no avail.
Ike: I think I know how you feel...  But it's better this way.
Reyson:  How do you figure?
Ike: You get sick from negative energy.  Imagine if you tried to hurt someone!
You'd lose your lunch!
Reyson:  Heh.  I guess you're right...  At one time, I was so angry about my
lack of strength, so consumed by despair, that I considered forfeiting my
life...  But...  I'm glad that I am alive.  I got to see Leanne because I am
alive.
Ike:  Huh.  You surprise me, Reyson.  You're stronger than you look.
Reyson:  If you're talking spiritual strength.  I think I'm the best there is!

Support B

Ike: Reyson!
Reyson:  I'm here, Ike.  Do you wish to talk strategy?
Ike:  Yes.  Your participation in the next few battles will be critical...  How
are you feeling?
Reyson:  Well...I found that the negative energy isn't so bad when I fly.  Even
feeling a breeze can be a huge help.  I can hold up.  Don't worry about me.
Ike:  You look tired.  Exhausted, even.  I think I know how King Phoenicis must
feel...  I'm sorry for pushing you like this.
Reyson:  Saying so is an insult.  I choose to be here.
Ike:  Look, that's not what I meant...  I apologize.  I know that you hate
having people fuss over you.  It's just-
Reyson:  Ike?  Be quiet.  If you were anyone else, I'd punch you in the nose
and make you be quiet.
Ike:  Whoa, easy, Reyson!  That's not necessary!  And hey... I didn't think
that herons could attack.
Reyson:  ...I know how to punch!  Although...
Ike:  Yes?
Reyson:  I suffer more damage than my target.
Ike:  What?!
Reyson:  When I bashed Duke Tanas's face, he only suffered a bloody nose, but
it cracked the bones in the back of my hand.
Ike:  Holy...
Reyson:  Indeed.
Ike:  ...But it felt good, right?
Reyson:  Oh, yeah.

Support A

Ike:  Reyson?  How are you holding up?  You look like death warmed over.
Reyson:  I know, Ike!  Believe me, I know that better than anyone.  But,
please.  Let me do this.  Let me fight to the end.
Ike:  Well, all right.  But I don't want you dropping dead the minute this war
is over!
Reyson:  My body should return to normal once the medallion settles down...
Don't worry.  My will is still strong.  I have to confront Ashnard.  I have to
discover the truth.
Ike:  I'll help you with that, Reyson.
Reyson:  I told you not to treat me spec-
Ike:  And I need you to help me, too.
Reyson:  ...R-really?
Ike:  We each possess unique powers.  If we combine our might, it will lead to
victory in future battles.
Reyson:  I see...  Very well.  I appreciate your help.
Ike:  Hang in there, Reyson.  The end is in sight.

Ike/Ranulf

Support C

Ranulf:  Hey, Ike.  Isn't it a little late to be training?
Ike:  I haven't had a chance to train today.  I try to swing a sword every day,
even if it's just for a little while.  It helps me focus and keeps me calm.
Plus it's good practice.  Haaaa!  Kyaaaaa!
Ranulf:  I see.  So your strength doesn't just come from your bloodline.  It's
also a result of your persistence.  No wonder you grow more powerful every time
I see you...  Nice.  Very nice...
Ike:  Haaaaa!  And one and...  Hiyaaaa!
Ranulf:  Oh, sorry.  I'm interrupting you.  I'll see you la-
Ike:  Wait.  What do you want?  I assume you came out here to tell me something.
Ranulf:  Not really.  I'm just being a mother cat...  No matter how many times
we tell you to take it easy, you're always working.  I thought you might take a
break if I came over and talked to you, but...  I can see that you're still
crazy.  I'll go now.
Ike:  You think I'm crazy?  How so?
Ranulf:  Well...a little crazy, yeah!  I've never worked for a leader who's as
blunt and straightforward as you.  It's pretty shocking to have a commander who
doesn't care what anyone thinks, no matter how powerful they are.
Ike:  Well, that's just my style.  I don't have to be like someone else, do I?
Ranulf:  Why are you so confident?  I don't get it.  Normal beorc just do what
people thell them and try not to make a fuss.  But not you.  I heard you even
yelled at the apostle!
Ike:  Yeah, that wasn't my brightest moment.
Ranulf:  Then again, worrying about a beorc like this is definitely not normal
laguz behavior.  I guess I'm a fish out of water myself...  Wait, did I just
call myself a fish?
Ike:  Wha--?  Ha ha!  You're a cat, remember!?  I thought you ate fish.  Ha ha
ha!
Ranulf:  Hey!  I made you laugh!  That's good.  That's a good first step.
Ike:  Fine, fine!  I'll take a break.  Um...  so what do I do now?  Am I
supposed to drink tea or something?
Ranulf:  Tea is good.  And eat something.  Oh, and maybe you should take a...
catnap!  Wha ha ha ha!

Support B

Ike:  Hey, Ranulf.
Ranulf:  Hm?  Oh, hey, Ike.  How goes it?
Ike:  Are you...training?
Ranulf:  Oh yeah!  I love training!  I'd hate to have the hardworking general
Ike leave me in his dust!
Ike:  That's a good attitude.
Ranulf:  Um...that was a joke, Ike.  I hate training.  Besides, training on two
legs would be pretty useless for a laguz like me.
Ike:  So what were you doing?  It looked like stretching.
Ranulf:  Just stretching.  You know, to unwind?
Ike:  Hm.  I was hoping that it was a kind of special laguz technique that I
didn't know about.
Ranulf:  Sorry to disappoint you, but you and I aren't that different unless I
change forms.  As you can see.
Ike:  I just need a tail.
Ranulf:  Hey, a tail is a good thing to have!  It's what gives us such great
balance in high places.  You poor beorc...  I can't imagine living without a
tail!
Ike:  Doesn't it get in your way when you sleep?
Ranulf:  On the contrary!  There's a little trick we have...
Ike:  What kind of trick?
Ranulf:  Well, we take...  Hey!  You're smooth, aren't you?  I almost fell for
that one...  Nice try, Commander!
Ike:  Huh?  I just asked you a question.
Ranulf:  Listen, Ike.  This is a secret that concerns the entire laguz species.
I can't just run around telling any old beorc that I know.
Ike:  Oh.  I understand.  I'm not that interested, anyway.
Ranulf:  Wha--?  Hey, now, come on!  You should be more persistent!  It's
really interesting!

Support A

Ranulf: !
Ike:  What's wrong, Ranulf?
Ranulf:  Aaaah!  Oh, it's you, Ike...Phew!  Don't scare me like that!
Ike:  You all right?  You've been pretty tense lately.
Ranulf:  The closer we get to the capital, the more the Daein king starts to
worry me.  Well, I suppose it's more the medallion than the man...  At any
rate, all this negative energy is making my hair stand up on end.  It's hard to
focus...
Ike:  I'm amazed at how sensitive you laguz are to such things.
Ranulf:  I'm amazed that you beorc don't notice!  How can you be so calm with
these creepy auras all around us?!
Ike:  You want me to leave you alone?
Ranulf:  Yeah, would you?  No, wait, Ike.  Hold on.  Stay here.  I'll calm
down...  Just gimme a second...  ...Whooooo!
Ike:  Better?
Ranulf:  Yeah, I'm fine now.  Although I can't believe I let a beorc see me in
such a vulnerable state.  I'll never live this down.
Ike:  Ranulf, what are you saying?  Don't you trust me?
Ranulf:  No, I do!  I do.  But...  well, not entirely.  Look, I trust you as
much as any beorc, but...  You know!  The laguz are my brothers!  It's
different.
Ike:  I trust you.
Ranulf:  And you say it with a straight face, too.  You know something?
You're...
Ike:  ...I'm what?
Ranulf:  Dumb.
Ike:  What?!
Ranulf:  If you trust everybody, you're going to get hurt in the end.  Remember
that!
Ike:  Hey, wait!  Ranulf!  Dang...  Was that friendly advice or is he just
angry?

Ike/Elincia

Support C

Ike:  Is there something wrong, Princess?
Elincia:  Oh...my lord Ike.  I was getting prepared for battle, but...  I'm
having a hard time attaching this scabbard to my belt.
Ike:  Hmm...let me see.  Ah...here's the problem.  The buckle on the scabbard
isn't fastened.  There's a little trick to this.  Don't move for a second.
...All right.  That should do it!
Elincia:  Thank you.  I just can't seem to do anything right.  I can't even get
myself ready for battle!  Everyone else is all suited up.
Ike:  Everyone here was the same way when they first started.  In fact, it
wasn't all that long ago when I was having a hard time fastening my scabbard...
Elincia: Really?
Ike:  That's right.  But my father drilled me hard and tested my swordsmanship
and survival skills before I could eat breakfast.  We come from different
worlds, Princess.
Elincia:  So that's how you learned so much...
Ike:  Well, you don't need to practice so hard.  You weren't born to be a
mercenary like the rest of us war dogs.  You'll just get yourself killed if you
jump into this rough and nasty war unprepared.
Elincia:  I understand...
Ike:  Just don't worry about it.  Ther's no shame in asking for help from the
rest of us.  We'll be there to back you up.
Elincia:  Thank you, my lord Ike.
Ike:  Anytime, Princess Elincia.

Support B

Ike:  Princess Elincia?  You're still here?
Elincia:  Oh, my lord Ike.  W-well, I was getting a little practice in.  I
don't want to be a burden to everyone else.
Ike:  Wouldn't it be better to have a training partner?
Elincia:  I'd feel guilty asking someone to train with me.  It would be a waste
of time...  I am no match for their skill.
Ike:  I meant what I said earlier... About not hesitating to ask for help?  But
I guess you decided to ignore me.
Elincia:  N-no, no...it's not like that at all.  I heard what you said, but I
still feel so...
Ike:  I know how powerless and frustrated you must feel.  It was a terrifying
feeling when I discovered my father had left me in command of the Greil
Mercenaries.
Elincia: ...
Ike:  But there's a huge difference between inheriting a country and a band of
mercenaries, isn't there?
Elincia:  Not at all...  You're absolutely right.  It's hard...knowing what
kind of responsibility I have, and just how unsuited I am to take it.
Ike:  Over the last year, I learned a lot from all those battles...  Mostly, I
learned that there are many things I can't do on my own.  Everything I achieved
was possible only because of the people around me.  I trust them completely.
And I'm not ashamed to ask for help.  That goes for you, too.  You're not alone.
Elincia:  That's a great way to look at it.  Thank you!

Support A

Elincia:  ...
Ike:  We finally reach the capital tomorrow.
Elincia:  Yes...
Ike:  How are you feeling about it?
Elincia:  More than a little anxious...  But... We've finally made it.  I'm
home.  More than anything, I feel relief.
Ike:  You've grown strong, Princess.
Elincia:  That's only because I had such a great role model.
Ike:  Hah!  I think you meant to say bad role model, right?  By the way, do you
remember what you said to me on the southern sea?
Elincia:  W-what did I say?  Hopefully, it was nothing too embarrassing.
Ike:  You said, "Give them a sound thrashing!"
Elincia:  Oh...er...that?  That was...um...  I was trying to fit in, my lord
Ike.  To be rough and capable like the rest of you.
Ike:  You caught me off guard with that one.
Elincia:  Hee hee!  It brings back memories.  When I fled the capital and was
told about Crimea's defeat in Gallia...  I prepared myself to live in crushing,
colorless despair for the rest of my days.  But when I look back, I can see
there were some warm rays of hope...poking through.
Ike:  You're right...
Elincia:  Tomorrow, I will face King Daein and reclaim Crimea...or die in the
attempt.  It is the only thing on my mind.
Ike:  You employed me as a mercenary.  I'll give you your money's worth!
...No.  It means more than that...  To my last breath, I will do all that I can
to ensure your dream...Elincia.
Elincia:  Oh, Ike...

TITANIA:

Titania/Ike

Support C

Titania:  Hey, Ike.  Training?
Ike:  Yeah.  You too, huh?  Hey, do you want to spar?  I learn a lot when we
team up.
Titania:  Really?  I'm glad to hear that.  I thought you no longer needed my
lessons.
Ike:  What are you talking about?  You're the one who put the finishing touches
on what swordsmanship I inherited from my father.
Titania:  Hmm.  I'm honored to hear you say so.
Ike: I mean it.
Titania:  But the talent you inherited from your father is one of a kind.  I
want you to cherish it.
Ike:  Huh...  Hey, titania?  When did you meet my father?  You used to be a
Crimean knight, right?
Titania:  That's right...  But it's a long story, and we need to train!  Get
ready!  Focus!
Ike:  Fine...

Support B

Ike:  Do you have a moment, Titania?
Titania:  Ike!  How can I help you?
Ike:  Remember what we talked about the other day?  About when you met my
father?
Titania:  Um...  Yeah...  That...
Ike:  I know you don't want to talk about it, so I won't force you or anything.
Titania:  It's not like I don't want to.  It's just...  It's hard to talk about
my past.  Still...  You deserve to know as much about your father as
possible...  All right, I'll tell you.
Ike:  Great!
Titania:  When I was a Crimean knight, I entered an officer exchange program
and was sent to Gallia.  Where your father was.  On my first day, they held a
joint training session in the royal hall.  That's where I saw Commander Greil's
might for the first time.  He took on wave after wave of knights and defeated
them like they were children.  His swordsmanship was brillant...  The other
knights barely had time to lift their weapons before Commander Greil had them
on the ground.  He was the mightiest warrior I had ever seen.  My body...
trembled at the thought of it.
Ike:  Whoa.
Titania:  I tried to cross swords with him, but he was so far out of my
league...  Ha!  It was laughable!  But I asked him to train me, and he agreed.
After that, whenever we had a spare hour, we would meet and spar.  We soon grew
close, and after a few weeks, he invited me to his home.  That's when I saw you.
Ike:  Me?
Titania:  Yes.  You were sleeping in your mother's arms, and she was smiling.
You were adorable.  The Commander looked at you with such kind eyes...  I saw a
different person than the man who wielded a sword.
Ike:  I see.

Support A

Ike:  Titania?  I wish to thank you.
Titania:  W-what?  What's with all the formality?
Ike:  There's no guarantee that any of us will see tomorrow, and I want to tell
you this while it's still in my head.  Will you listen?
Titania:  Um...  All right, but...what's with you?  And what have I done to
deserve your thanks?
Ike:  You have done much.  You helped my father build this company.  He had
lost his wife and had two young children to care for...  I wish to thank you
for that.
Titania:  ...Oh, Ike...
Ike:  I've taken everything in my life for granted, and it was all possible
because of you.  My thanks is far too late in coming.
Titania:  It's not necessary, Ike.  What I did, I did because--
Ike:  You loved him.  Didn't you?
Titania:  ...!!!  ...Um...
Ike:  Perhaps I'm wrong.  Regardless...  I stand here alive today because of
you.  And I still want to thank you for it.  Had you not lent a helping hand, I
would most likely be dead.  And my father's life cut short as well.  You helped
to keep him alive until the Black Knight brought him down...  You made his
final years happy.  Thank you.
Titania:  Oh, Ike...  ...I don't...  ...Sniff...  ...Sniff...  ...Sniff...
Ike:  Unlike my father, I lack both experience and strength, but...  I'm
learning.  Please, keep aiding and supporting me.  Please...
Titania:  ...Sniff...  Of course...  Of course I will, Ike.

Titania/Boyd

Support C

Boyd:  Ninety-eight...  Ninety-nine...  One hundred!  Done!  Bleh.  What's the
point in swinging an axe by myself?  I should probably try to find Ike...  But
maybe a quick nap first-
Titania:  Boyd!
Boyd:  Aaah!  Titania!
Titania:  Where do you think you're going?  Are you blowing off your training
again?
Boyd:  No!  I'm not slacking, I swear!  I was just...uh...going to work out
with Ike!  You know me--I'm all about the fighting!
Titania:  Boyd, I know that training is tough.  But if you make light of it,
you're closer to death than you ever want to be.  You're a mercenary.  When
you're confused or exhausted during a long battle, instincts make all the
difference.
Boyd:  But, Titania...  I just can't get into training when I don't have a
partner.
Titania:  Can't get into it?  Boyd?  Don't make me chew you out again.
Boyd:  Joking!  I-I'm just joking!  What I just said?  All a joke!  Ha ha!  Ha?
Haaaaa...  Oh, I'm just dying to do some practice swings!  Hyaaa!  Boy,
training is so much fun!  Isn't that right, Titania!?  Whooo!  I loooove
training!
Titania:  Darn it, Boyd, why are you so lazy?  You're a natural fighter, you
know that?  You could even be a better fighter than me if you just put your
mind to it.  Anyway...keep practicing.

Support B

Titania:  Hello, Boyd.
Boyd:  T-Titania!?  I'm not slacking!  I've done my training!  Look, I'll do
more!  Hiiiyaaa!  Kiyaaaaa!  Whaaaaaa!
Titania:  Boyd, I haven't said a word.
Boyd:  Oh, yeah, I guess not.  I'm so used to all our conversations starting
that way...
Titania:  I didn't come here to chew you out.  You don't need that anymore.
We're fighting intense battles now, and you can't let your guard down.  But you
know that, right?
Boyd:  I guess so.
Titania:  Your training has become instinct.  That's all you need to survive.
You've learned that lesson, Boyd.  You'll be all right.
Boyd:  Shoot!
Titania:  W-what?  Did I say something wrong?
Boyd:  This doesn't sound right, Titania.  I feel like...like you're praising
me.
Titania:  Well, I am.  You're a true warrior now.  One of our best.
Boyd:  Oh, man, this is making my head spin...  It's like a bad omen or
something.  I think it's scarier than being chewed out.
Titania:  I see...  So you want me to chew you out, huh?  Great.  I can do that.
Boyd:  Aaah!  No, that's not what I meant, Titania!

Support A

Boyd:  Titania!  I couldn't find you anywhere!  With all the war councils and
everything, I never get to see you anymore.
Titania:  Hello, Boyd.  You know, your recent performance has been superb.  I
can't even chew you out for old time's sake.
Boyd:  I don't want you to yell at me again.  That's not why I'm here.  I
just...  Is there anything you want, Titania?
Titania:  I can't think of anything in particular.  Why do you ask?
Boyd:  We got a big reward the other day, you know?  So I wanted to buy you
something.  As thanks for helping me.
Titania:  Aha!  Now that you're a true warrior, you've learned some chivalry as
well!
Boyd:  Heh.  So, name it.  Anything.  New chain mail?  Gauntlets?  How about a
killer axe?
Titania:  Thanks for the offer, Boyd.  But you earned that money.  You should
spend it on yourself.
Boyd:  Don't you get it!?  I want to give you a gift!
Titania:  Boyd?  What are you--
Boyd:  Every time I look at you, Titania...  I think that you're the prettist
person I've ever seen!
Titania:  Uh...  Um, thank you, Boyd...  But I...  Look, you and me, we're--
Boyd:  You're like a really nice mom or something!  Um...  I mean...
Titania: ...
Boyd:  Wait, that's not...  Oh, man...  Look, that's not what I meant.  I mean,
it is but--
Titania:  Boyd?
Boyd:  Yeah?
Titania:  How old do you think I am?
Boyd:  Well, let me see...  Are you...  younger than my mother?
Titania:  ...Um...
Boyd:  ...Yeah...  Um...  I gotta go!
Titania:  Boyd!  Wait up!

Titania/Rhys

Support C

Titania: How are you feeling, Rhys?
Rhys:  Good.  No fevers or shaking today!  Thanks for asking.
Titania: You know, I was just thinking about the first time we met.  It was
almost a year ago to this very day.
Rhys:  Was it really...?  Oh you're right!  My, time does fly.
Titania: Of course, I don't remember much of the initial encounter, since I was
unconscious and bleeding!  Ha!  Remember that?  I don't know why we didn't
bring a healer with us that day...  Fighting bandits without a staff?  Not
smart!
Rhys:  It was lucky that I found you. I didn't usually venture that deep into
the forest, but I was short on medicinal herbs.
Titania: Yeah, those bandits were a rough lot...  Their stomping ground was
right near your village actually.  It's all coming back to me now...  They were
tougher than I'd thought.  We took most of them out with ease, but one fled
into the woods and I gave chase.  Big mistake.  My horse got hung up in the
undergrowth, and that bandit got the drop on me...  At least Shinon hit him
before I was killed.
Rhys:  Gatrie and Shinon were both really worried when they brought you back to
my parents' house.
Titania:  Really?  I didn't know that.  Hmm...  I didn't think Shinon ever
worried about anyone...  But they stayed with me until my wounds were healed, I
remember that.  You know, if it wasn't for your good work, I wouldn't have been
able to use an axe anymore!  I really appreciate it.
Rhys:  No, I should thank you.  You convinced Greil to hire me!  And now I can
send money back to my parents.  They're both so old, and I'm their only source
of income.
Titania:  Your parents were very kind.  Especially your mother... And she made
that great wildberry pie!  To repay their kindness, I will protect their only
son no matter what.
Rhys:  Oh, I appreciate that, Titania!

Support B

Rhys: Training again?
Titania: Yep. I get antsy if I don't train every day...  Kiyaaaa! Haaaaa!  Whew!
Rhys: Would you mind if I joined you for a while?
Titania: What?  You want to train? Really? Well, no, of course I wouldn't mind.
Um...Why?
Rhys: I was hoping to find some way to defend myself I hate being a burden on
everyone.
Titania: Rhys! You're a healer, not a fighter.  That's not your fault  I don't
even think you know which end of a sword to stick in someone!  Maybe...
Rhys: Yes, Titania?
Titania: I just wonder if you'd be happier had you not rescued me. Perhaps
living in peace with your parents is more your style.
Rhys: Oh, I don't know.  That life wasn't easy.  I have a small, frail body,
and there were few jobs for me in our village.  My parents were always worried
about me.  I was sick all the time, and constantly getting bumps and scraps...
They only agreed to let me follow you because you were a strong mercenary
group!  They figured I would be safe.
Titania: ...There must be safer jobs out there! You could be a fisherman. Or a
botanist!  Do you like plants?
Rhys: Oh, that would bore me to tears! ...Titania...I love this job. I don't
want to quit.
I was a sickly child, and I didn't get out much.  I used to sit inside and
listen to the other children play...  In those years, my uncle took me under
his wing. He was a mercenary, too.  He used to spin unbelievable yarns about
his exotic travels and fantastic battles... It inspired me.
Titania: I had no idea!
Rhys: Kinda funny, isn't it?  You know, I shouldn't say this, but...
Sometimes, when we fight one long battle after another... It makes me happy.  I
feel like I belong.
Titania: You're a big part of our company, Rhys.  I'm glad to hear you say so.

Support A

Rhys: Hello, Titania. Could I join your training again today?
Titania: Sure, go ahead! Looks like you're getting your strength back. You look
healthy.
Rhys: Yes. Thanks to you.
Titania: Oh, I didn't do much...  Say, Rhys? What do you think of Ike?
Rhys: Ike? Well, I'm not the person to be judging another's battle skills, so I
guess you want to know my take of the man...  Ike... Well, despite his
appearance... and the occasional angry outburst... he can be very thoughtful.
Most importantly, he has doggedness, determination, and grit. He possesses the
strength to turn ideal into reality.
I think he is the right choice to lead the Greil Mercenaries.
Titania: I agree with you. But he is still young.  He still has much to learn,
and I wonder how those experiences will shape him.  ...Frankly, I'm a little
concerned.
Rhys: Why is that?
Titania: Our company is only going to grow, and he will soon face many hard
choices... and also some temptations.  Oh, we'll make money... But we're going
to get job offers that will result in people getting hurt. Or worse.  And to
feed and equip a group of this size, we'll need jobs with a certain amount of
risk.
Rhys: Commander Greil faced those same problems, didn't he?
Titania: He did, but Greil... He was different. The original Greil Mercenaries
were famous for not being typical mercenaries.  Sometimes we took on jobs for
free... and we helped countless people at the expense of our own coffers.
Rhys: I believe that Ike holds the same ideals as Commander Greil.
Titania: I'm sure he does.  ...Yes, I'm sure of it.  Ike will definitely find
reasons for us to fight and live. He'll pick the right path. I won't have to
tell him anything.  All we have to do is believe in Ike and follow him...to the
end.
Rhys: Agreed.

Titania/Mist:

Support C

Titania:  Doing the laundry, Mist?  Here, let me give you a hand.
Mist:  Oh, no, no...  Please, you've been fighting all day.  I couldn't make
you help!
Titania:  We've all had our hands full around here, and you're no exception.
Now, give me some of those...  Wow. Talk about a pile of laundry...
Mist:  Yeah, I'm actually washing everyone else's stuff while I'm at it.  I
thought it would be a good way to thank the others for all their help.
Titania:  Well, it's a thoughtful gesture, but make sure you don't turn it into
a full-time job, all right?  Oh, this one is ripped.
Mist:  Oh, that's my brother's.  He's been fighting too long in these old
things.  Look at it!  It's practically falling apart!  Next time we're in a
town, I'm going to make him buy a new shirt.  If he's going to be commander,
he'd better look the part!
Titania:  Speaking of which...let me see that old thing you're wearing.  The
sleeve is coming apart.  See?
Mist:  Hey, you're right!
Titania:  This is beyond repair.  Your brother's not the only one who could
benefit from a shopping trip.  We'll go together, you and I.
Mist:  I don't know, Titania...  There's so much work to be done around here.
I'm not sure I've got the time, really...
Titania:  I'm telling you, Mist, you're pushing yourself too hard.  Everyone
appreciates your work, but you're leaving no time to relax!
Mist:  Yeah, but...doing the chores helps me relax!  What?  Don't look at me
that way!
Titania:  Mist, that's nonsense. I mean it.  You need to take some time off.
Sometime soon, you and I will go into town, just the two of us.
Mist:  Oh, all right!

Support B

Mist:  I'm sorry about the other day, Titania.  I really did have a good time,
even if I didn't look like it...
Titania:  Don't worry about it Mist!  You did look awfully serious the whole
time, but that just proves to me how much you needed the time off.
Mist:  And I did enjoy seeing the town.  I'd never seen anything quite like it!
But I kept thinking about all the chores waiting here...
Titania:  You're far too considerate of others, Mist.  You're always putting
our needs before your own.  You're so much like Elena in that regard.
Mist: My mother?
Titania:  Yes.  You and she are very much alike.  But you know, Mist, you are
still young.  You do not need to take on all the burdens of adulthood so soon.
I worry about you.
Mist:  Oh, stop...  Titania?  Thank you...
Titania:  No, Mist.  Thank you.

Support A

Titania:  Come over here for a second, Mist.
Mist:  What is it, Titania?
Titania:  Here.  It's a little present from me.
Mist:  Hey, this is that dress I saw in town the other day.  Oooo, I loved this
dress!
Titania:  I thought so.  Aren't you glad we made that trip together?
Mist:  Oh, thank you, Titania.
Titania:  It's nothing, Mist.  Consider it a thank-you for all you've done.  To
tell you the truth, I've been a little worried about you.  You've been doing so
many chores, and you've been helping us all on the battlefield.  It's a lot to
ask of you.  That's why I'm trying to make sure you stop and take care of
yourself, treat yourself to something nice once in a while.
Mist:  Titania...
Titania:  Listen, Mist.  I know you and Ike are close, but if there's ever
anything you can't talk to him about, I want you to know you can come to me.  I
may not be Elena, but I do care about you just the same.
Mist:  I...  I will...  Thank you...  That's very nice of you, Titania.  Tee
hee hee...  Oh, this dress is too good for me...

OSCAR:

Oscar/Ike

Support C

Ike: Hey, Oscar, can you spar with me for a sec... Wait! Where are you going?
Oscar: Sorry, Ike!  No Time!  I have to prepare the evening meal today.
Ike: You?  Where's Mist?
Oscar: She's off practicing with her staff.  It's been a while since I cooked.
I hope I haven't lost my touch.
Ike: I haven't had one of your suppers in ages! I'm looking forward to it.
Oscar: Really?
Ike: Yeah, of course!  You're a great cook!  Why do you ask?
Oscar: Well... I never knew that.  Mist, Shinon, and Rhys were the only ones
whoever commented on the subtle spices and flavors that I use...  I mean, my
brothers are used to my cooking, and Soren hates everything.  I think he'd stop
eating if he could...  Sure, Commander Greil, Titania, Gatrie, and you ate
everything on the plate.  But... I feel like you'd eat anything.
Ike: Oscar, I didn't just shovel the food into my mouth.  I enjoyed it! I
really did!  Remember the first day that Mist took over your cooking duties?
Just thinking about it makes me ill...  Ha!  Even my father was having trouble
choking it down!  But I think Mist is finally starting to get the hang of it.
Oscar: Just like you're training to improve your swordsmanship, Mist is
training to improve her culinary skills.  You should give her more support.
Hearing someone say "Delicious!" is the best encouragement a cook can get.
Ike: I see...  Then I'll make sure to say "Delicious!" from now on.
Oscar: Ha ha! Thanks.

Support B

Oscar: How's it going, Ike?
Ike: Oh, hey, Oscar.  I'm fine...  Actually, I'm kind of worried about
something.
Oscar: Can I help?
Ike: Well, I was trying to figure out how we should fight the laguz bird tribes.
Oscar: That's odd... I was just thinking about the same thing.  When they turn
into their true selves, we are forced into a kind of battle that is difficult
for us.
Ike: You're right about that.  The laguz are so strong.  I've even seen them
shatter boulders with a single blow.  I feel like our weak points are as
visible as a lit torch for the bird tribes.  What's more, my sword is useless
if they take to the sky...
Oscar: My advice is to keep engaging them.  The more we fight, the more we
learn.  Of course, it won't be easy.
Ike: No, but I'm sure we can do it.  That's a good idea! Thanks.
Oscar: Ah...Well...sure.  You're pretty amazing, Ike.  You know that?
Ike: Hey, come on now.  You're the guy with all the experience and talent.
Oscar: Everything I have accomplished comes from hard work and practice.
You're the son of Commander Greil.  You have...natural talent.  I'd follow you
anywhere.
Ike: Uh...wow.  Thanks, Oscar...

Support A

Oscar: Ike.
Ike: Oscar? What is it?
Oscar: ...Are you well, Ike?
Ike: Yeah...yeah, I'm fine. Why? Did I worry you?
Oscar: No, no. It's nothing that you did.  It's just that...our battles are
intensifying.
I never imagined that we'd be involved in clashes of this magnitude.
Ike: You're right. Ever since my father died, it's been one kind of chaos after
another. It's a real challenge.
Oscar: So... How are you doing? Well, I mean... are you as well as can be
expected? Is there anything I can do?
Ike: Ah, Oscar. I give you enough grief as is. Just stick with your helplessly
green commander. That's all I ask.
Oscar: Ike...
Ike: Will you continue to believe in me?
Oscar: Yes, of course! As Commander Greil said, we are family. This is my home.
I will support you to the end.
Ike: Listen... I have an urge for your cooking. Think you can give Mist a hand
tonight?
Oscar: Ha! You don't have to ask me twice! I'll put all of my culinary skills
to work. I hope you're hungry!

Oscar/Kieran

Support C

Oscar:  Hi, Kieran.  How are you?
Kieran:  What the...  Oscar!  How I loathe that name!  Don't give me such
pleasant greetings!  I care not for them!
Oscar:  What did I do now?
Kieran:  Oh ho!  Don't tell me you've forgotten our second year of enlistment!
The year we completed horsemanship?  There was a final race to end the year...
My beloved horse and I were flawless, but you beat us by the smallest of
margins!
Oscar:  Huh?  Oh, are you talking about that race you challenged me to?  Yeah,
that was fun...  But I thought the distance between us was at least three
lengths-
Kieran:  Ha!  LIAR!  Deceitful, lying, squinty coward!  That was the very
moment I marked you as my archrival!  Don't pretend not to care!
Oscar:  Uh...wow.  I had no idea-
Kieran:  But why!?  I must know why you left the Crimean knighthood without a
word of explanation!  I devoted myself to training with my horse!  I worked day
and night so I could best my archrival...  And thanks to my extreme devotion...
I didn't realize you were gone until six months later!  Delinquent!  Reneger!
Oscar:  Wait a sec...  Kieran.  How is that my fault?

Support B

Kieran:  Oscar!!
Oscar:  Hi, Kieran.  Still hanging in there, huh?
Kieran:  I can't take it anymore!  Come back!  Rejoin the proud brotherhood of
the Crimean knights!
Oscar:  This is sudden-
Kieran:  As a former Crimean knight, surely you have some sense of loyalty!
What say you!?  Rejoin!  For king and country!  The homeland is in danger!  Any
who used to be Crimean knights should come rushing to her aid!
Oscar:  You have a point.  And I'm glad I'm able to help rebuild the homeland,
even if it's as a mercenary.
Kieran:  I'm not here to make you glad!  I'm here to convince you to be a
knight again!  You're not fulfilling your allegiance to sweet Crimea by being a
mercenary!  How can you sleep at night?
Oscar:  I love Crimea, but I'm happy here.  I want to serve Ike as a member of
the Greil Mercenaries.  Forever.
Kieran:  Darn!  Why!?  What draws you guys to such a life...?  What could make
the mercenary life so appealing that you would sell your loyalty to our
glorious homeland, Crimea?  A-ha!  Could it be the nice fat salary!?  That's
it!  I remember you saying that you needed money!  Ho!  Loose lips sink ships!
Oscar:  If I wanted money, I would have stayed with the Crimean knights.  I
only get about half of that now.
Kieran:  What in the--!?  Bah!  Wake up, man!  Can't you see you're being
duped!?  Honor!  Fortune!  Glory!  It can be yours!
Oscar:  I doubt it.
Kieran:  Bah, I say!  You're hopeless!
Oscar:  Who's hopeless...?

Support A

Kieran:  Oscar!!
Oscar:  Hello, Kieran.  Are you going to ask me to return to the Crimean
knights again?
Kieran:  You guessed it!  I'm a Crimean knight...  and I'm very proud of that
fact!  No better friend!  No worse enemy!  A knight distinguishes himself in
battle, returning in triumph to hear adulation from the people and praise from
his lord!  When you make your name as a knight, everyone knows you!  The world
is laid at your feet!  And above all else, you can defend our beloved Crimea
and her people with your own two hands!!
Oscar:  That certainly sounds nice.
Kieran:  It's better than the life of a mercenary, cavorting with outlaws and
entering battles from which you never return!  Why, Oscar?  Why!?  I just don't
get it!
Oscar: ...
Kieran:  You're my archrival!  That's an honor!  I know your true skills better
than anyone.  If you say you will come back, I'll do everything I can to
recommend your honorable return to the knights!
Oscar:  Heh.  Thanks, Kieran.  But I'm not returning.  After joining the
mercenaries, I had a chance to see the world.  I saw grief with my own eyes.
People subjugated by the powerful, losing everything and dying alone...
Countries can't save people like that.  It's up to men like us-men who are in
the thick of the action-to aid those who cannot aid themselves.  Besides, I
have no use for honor.  As long as I can defend the family called the Greil
Mercenaries, I'm happy.
Kieran:  Bla... Blast!  You've outdone me again!  How can this be?  I don't
know why or how, but...  I feel you beat me yet again!
Oscar:  You didn't lose.  There are many things that a brave knight like
yourself can do that we mercenaries cannot.  So let's both do our best.  We may
stand on different sides of the field, but we aspire to the same ideal.
Kieran:  I see...  Then I will ask you no more!!  Watch me!  When Crimea is
fully restored, my distinguished services will resonate throughout the ages!
You'll hear about it wherever you are!  I'll make sure of it!
Oscar:  ...Yes, I'm sure you will.  And when I hear your brave tales, I'll
toast your success!

Oscar/Tanith

Support C

Tanith:  Oh, excuse me...
Oscar:  Yes?
Tanith:  Did you just drop this cloth?
Oscar:  Oops.  Yes, that's mine.  Thank you for picking it up.  I apologize for
troubling you, Commander Tanith.
Tanith:  What is your name?
Oscar:  Silly me.  I forgot to introduce myself!  I am Oscar, of the Greil
Mercenaries.  It's a pleasure to meet you, milady.
Tanith:  Hm.  I hadn't thought you were one of the mercenaries.  That's quite
interesting.  I am here with only a minimal retinue, but I hope that we can
demonstrate the greatness of Begnion's knights.
Oscar:  I am well aware of Begnion's reputation.  It's an honor to meet the
leader of such an esteemed force.
Tanith:  You're too kind.
Oscar:  It's a pleasure meeting you, milady.
Tanith:  Hm...  Such a well-mannered young man.  I always thought mercenaries
were rude, crude, and vulgar men...  Ike certainly has some fine lads under his
command.

Support B

Oscar:  Tanith, I must say, the charge you lead the other day was spectacular.
Tanith:  We are knights of Begnion, after all.  Anything less than a direct
charge, knight against knight, would sully the honor of our apostle and our
motherland.
Oscar:  I'd heard stories of your bravery before, but to see you in action was
incredible!  To see so many Pegasus knights swooping onto the battlefield at
once, it was like seeing the sun break through the clouds.
Tanith:  You over-romanticize us.
Oscar:  Oh, no, milady.  It was a sight to behold.  But, and do not take
offense at this, might I share an observation with you?  It strikes me that
your strategy works only if you have the superior numbers.
Tanith:  Admittedly, in most battles, Begnion has the advantage of numbers.  I
can't recommend this tactic in our current campaign.
Oscar:  I agree.  Our army is constantly undermanned.  Sometimes, it's a
struggle just to get the basic necessities!  It goes without saying that we'll
never have access to all the resources that Begnion enjoys.
Tanith:  Well, you seem to understand how to fight well enough with few
numbers.  Tell me, what would you do?
Oscar:  We take advantage of our individual soldiers' strengths.  Where you
would overwhelm your foe with numbers, we cannot risk the losses.  We cannot
afford to lose a single soldier, even if his sacrifice brings us victory.
After all, we might win a battle that way, but we will not be able to last out
the war.  Do not let honor drag you into a duel you cannot win.  Dishonor is
better than death if withdrawing means you live to fight again.
Tanith:  Retreating from a fight is not an easy thing to do, but I must admit,
your words make sense given our numbers.
Oscar:  And I would hate to lose your strength to preserve something as
intangible as honor.
Tanith:  But you know, the Pegasus knights can be stubborn, I'm not sure even I
can convince them to change their tactics.
Oscar:  Then I'll help you convince them.  Maybe my experiences will be all the
proof they need.
Tanith:  You'd do that?
Oscar:  Yes, of course.  I don't have even half the experience you do, but if
there's any chance I can help, I will.
Tanith:  Oh, I think you can be quite persuasive.  You know, you're not what I
expected from a mercenary.
Oscar:  I'm glad to have surprised you then, milady.
Tanith:  We should be going.  You'd best keep up with me.  I have no intention
of waiting for you and your horse!
Oscar:  Well, perhaps I'll have to surprise you a second time!

Support A

Tanith:  Are you going somewhere, Oscar?
Oscar:  Yes, milady.  I was just about to prepare supper.  Is there something
you needed?
Tanith:  No, it's nothing important...  I just wanted to thank you.  Your
insights into mercenary tactics have been helpful.  I feel like I've learned
more here than I did at the academy!  Why, I'm starting to wish that I could
take you back to Begnion with me, so that we could all benefit from your wisdom.
Oscar:  That's kind of you to say, milady.
Tanith:  By the way...you cook?
Oscar:  Yes, milady.  As I've said, we're a small company.  Each of us handles
a variety of tasks, from fighting to cooking to cleaning.
Tanith:  You are full of surprises!
Oscar:  You think so?
Tanith:  I may be a fine warrior, but...  It's embarrassing to admit, but I
can't even crack an egg without hurting someone.  The last meal I prepared at
the academy took three of our finest generals out of action for nearly a month.
Oscar:  Oh, my...
Tanith:  Shocking, isn't it?
Oscar:  Oh, no.  I take it as a testament to your skills as a warrior.
Just...remind me never to accept an invitation to dinner.  Or...you know, if
you'd like, I could teach you a little...
Tanith:  You'd teach me how to cook?
Oscar:  Only if you'd like.
Tanith:  Hm.  I'm sure you're as good an instructor in the cooking arts as in
the military ones.  All right.  I accept your offer!

Oscar/Janaff

Support C

Oscar: Um... Hi there.
Janaff: Yes?
Oscar: Hello! ...Um... Nice weather today!
Janaff: Can I help you with something?
Oscar: No, not really.  I'm just...
Janaff: So, you want nothing from me then?  What an odd fellow.  Well then,
I'll be going.  I don't get these beorc at all.
Oscar: Dangit, Oscar!  You messed that up!  Stupid!  Stupid!  Aw, how am I
supposed to do this?!  I've never dealt with these bird tribes before...  But
we're allies!  We have to learn to communicate with each other...  I'll do it
right next time!

Support B

Oscar: Uh...hey there.
Janaff: Yes?
Oscar: We meet again!  Ha ha!  Haaa...  Uh...sorry about the other day.  I
don't have much...experience talking to laguz, so...  Hey, is there anything
you don't understand about our company?!  Maybe I can help!
Janaff:  No, not particularly.  Why?
Oscar:  Well, I just thought... I mean, I have a young brother that's about
your age...  ...Come on, Oscar, get it together...  Um...  Wow, you laguz are
just so incredible!  I mean, even a small kid like yourself can fight so-
Janaff: Did you just call me a child?!
Oscar: W-what's wrong?
Janaff:  See here!  I'm not a child!  I'm over 100 years old!
Oscar:  Wha...?  A hundred...years...?
Janaff: I don't know how old you are, but no one calls me a child to my face
and lives to tell about it!  Don't you EVER call me that again!  Got it, human!?
Oscar:  Oh yeah, got it!  Totally!  Look, I'm really...  Darn it, Oscar!
Stupid!  So stupid!  Now you've really ticked him off!  Man, what was I
thinking?  Now I have to go apologize.  Again!  Probably screw that up, too...
Aaargh!  So stupid!

Support A

Oscar:  Uuuummm...
Janaff:  Yes?  Oh.  You.
Oscar:  Look, I'm really, really sorry about what I said the other day.  Please
forgive my ignorance.
Janaff:  Ha!  Well...I guess it's all right.  As long as you don't do it again.
By the way, how are you?  I can never tell with you beorc.
Oscar:  I'm twenty-four.
Janaff:  Twenty-four!?  TWENTY-FOUR?!  You don't even have a full set of
feathers yet!  You're still a child!  A suckling babe!  I can't believe that
the beorc send children out to battle!  How can you be so cold and heartless?!
Oscar:  Uh...well-
Janaff:  What's your name, little one?
Oscar:  O-Oscar?
Janaff:  Janaff.  But you can call me Uncle Janny.  No wonder you said such
rude things.  Heck, I'm surprised you can even talk!
Oscar:  Yeah, it's...um...surprising all right.  I'm pretty bright for my age.
Janaff:  Well, it's the duty of an elder to guide an ignorant child until he
can fly.  I forgive your rude remarks.  If you ever need anything, come find
me.  If you have a bad nightmare or something, Unkie Janny will tuck you in.
All right?
Oscar:  Y-yes.  Of course.  Thank you.  That'll be...a real help.

BOYD:

Boyd/Titania

Support C

Boyd:  Ninety-eight...  Ninety-nine...  One hundred!  Done!  Bleh.  What's the
point in swinging an axe by myself?  I should probably try to find Ike...  But
maybe a quick nap first-
Titania:  Boyd!
Boyd:  Aaah!  Titania!
Titania:  Where do you think you're going?  Are you blowing off your training
again?
Boyd:  No!  I'm not slacking, I swear!  I was just...uh...going to work out
with Ike!  You know me--I'm all about the fighting!
Titania:  Boyd, I know that training is tough.  But if you make light of it,
you're closer to death than you ever want to be.  You're a mercenary.  When
you're confused or exhausted during a long battle, instincts make all the
difference.
Boyd:  But, Titania...  I just can't get into training when I don't have a
partner.
Titania:  Can't get into it?  Boyd?  Don't make me chew you out again.
Boyd:  Joking!  I-I'm just joking!  What I just said?  All a joke!  Ha ha!  Ha?
Haaaaa...  Oh, I'm just dying to do some practice swings!  Hyaaa!  Boy,
training is so much fun!  Isn't that right, Titania!?  Whooo!  I loooove
training!
Titania:  Darn it, Boyd, why are you so lazy?  You're a natural fighter, you
know that?  You could even be a better fighter than me if you just put your
mind to it.  Anyway...keep practicing.

Support B

Titania:  Hello, Boyd.
Boyd:  T-Titania!?  I'm not slacking!  I've done my training!  Look, I'll do
more!  Hiiiyaaa!  Kiyaaaaa!  Whaaaaaa!
Titania:  Boyd, I haven't said a word.
Boyd:  Oh, yeah, I guess not.  I'm so used to all our conversations starting
that way...
Titania:  I didn't come here to chew you out.  You don't need that anymore.
We're fighting intense battles now, and you can't let your guard down.  But you
know that, right?
Boyd:  I guess so.
Titania:  Your training has become instinct.  That's all you need to survive.
You've learned that lesson, Boyd.  You'll be all right.
Boyd:  Shoot!
Titania:  W-what?  Did I say something wrong?
Boyd:  This doesn't sound right, Titania.  I feel like...like you're praising
me.
Titania:  Well, I am.  You're a true warrior now.  One of our best.
Boyd:  Oh, man, this is making my head spin...  It's like a bad omen or
something.  I think it's scarier than being chewed out.
Titania:  I see...  So you want me to chew you out, huh?  Great.  I can do that.
Boyd:  Aaah!  No, that's not what I meant, Titania!

Support A

Boyd:  Titania!  I couldn't find you anywhere!  With all the war councils and
everything, I never get to see you anymore.
Titania:  Hello, Boyd.  You know, your recent performance has been superb.  I
can't even chew you out for old time's sake.
Boyd:  I don't want you to yell at me again.  That's not why I'm here.  I
just...  Is there anything you want, Titania?
Titania:  I can't think of anything in particular.  Why do you ask?
Boyd:  We got a big reward the other day, you know?  So I wanted to buy you
something.  As thanks for helping me.
Titania:  Aha!  Now that you're a true warrior, you've learned some chivalry as
well!
Boyd:  Heh.  So, name it.  Anything.  New chain mail?  Gauntlets?  How about a
killer axe?
Titania:  Thanks for the offer, Boyd.  But you earned that money.  You should
spend it on yourself.
Boyd:  Don't you get it!?  I want to give you a gift!
Titania:  Boyd?  What are you--
Boyd:  Every time I look at you, Titania...  I think that you're the prettist
person I've ever seen!
Titania:  Uh...  Um, thank you, Boyd...  But I...  Look, you and me, we're--
Boyd:  You're like a really nice mom or something!  Um...  I mean...
Titania: ...
Boyd:  Wait, that's not...  Oh, man...  Look, that's not what I meant.  I mean,
it is but--
Titania:  Boyd?
Boyd:  Yeah?
Titania:  How old do you think I am?
Boyd:  Well, let me see...  Are you...  younger than my mother?
Titania:  ...Um...
Boyd:  ...Yeah...  Um...  I gotta go!
Titania:  Boyd!  Wait up!

Boyd/Mist

Support C

Boyd:  Hyaaa!  Gyaaa!  Hrrraaa!  ...  Phew...  That's enough for today.  I just
don't feel into it.  Maybe I'll take a quick nap...
Unknown:  Done already, Boyd?!
Boyd:  Huh?  Um...  Gyaaa!  Hyaaa!  Oh, Titania!  I didn't see you there.  I'm
training so hard that...  Huh?
Mist:  Tee hee!
Boyd:  Who the--?  Mist!  Ooo!  What a jerk!
Mist:  Hey, you're the one who tried to blow off training!  If you keep
ignoring your drills, I'm going to become a better mercenary than you!
Boyd:  Better than me?  Ha.  HA!  Dream on, kid!  You've got some nerve saying
that to me!
Mist:  Kid?  You better remember who my father is!  Fighting ability runs in
the blood, you know.
Boyd:  Aw, that's a bunch of hooey!  Survival on a battlefield depends on
experience and luck.  Nothing more!  If you dive into battle with a conceited
attitude, you'll end up dead no matter what blood is in your veins!
Mist:  Gee, sorry, Boyd.  I was just joking...  Hey, don't look so angry...
Boyd:  This is no game!  We don't fight for fun!  Now get out of here...  I
mean it!  You're in my way!
Mist:  ...Sorry.
Boyd:  ...Mist, wait...  Ah, heck.

Support B

Mist:  Ike!  Brother!  Where did he go?
Boyd:  Ike?  Hey, Ike!  IIIKKKEEEE!!  Man alive, where did that guy get to?
Mist:  Oh...  Hi, Boyd.
Boyd:  Hey, Mist.  Um...do you know where Ike is?
Mist:  Nope.  I was looking for him, too.
Boyd:  Huh.  Well, he's been pretty busy lately.  Maybe I should just give up
and find someone else...
Mist:  You need a training partner?
Boyd:  Yeah.  I'm just not motivated unless I'm sparring with someone.
Mist:  Can I...  Can I be your partner?
Boyd:  What, you?  Seriously?  Why would you want to do that?
Mist:  Because I want to prove that you're no match for me!  Um...
Actually...I need to toughen up, or I might not survive these next battles.
That's why.
Boyd:  That's a good reason.  Maybe you can be my partner, after all.
Mist:  Really?
Boyd:  Well, it's better than hitting a scarecrow with a stick.
Mist:  That's terrible!  After all, I am Greil's--
Boyd:  Yeah, yeah, you're Greil's daughter.  I know.  You won't let me forget
it!
Mist:  ...
Boyd:  Hey, listen...  I'm sorry about the other day.  I was too harsh on you.
Mist:  No, it's fine.  You were right.  I was naïve.  You just opened my eyes a
little...  I'm grateful to you, Boyd.
Boyd:  Don't...Don't thank me for insulting you!  Sheesh!
Mist:  But it was a good thing!  You're making me strong!  You're so good to
me...  Huh?  Why are you blushing?
Boyd:  Quiet!  I'm not blushing!  Uh...  I gotta go!
Mist:  Boyd!  Wait!  Where are you going?  Aren't we going to train?

Support A

Boyd:  Hey, Mist.
Mist:  Boyd...
Boyd:  What's wrong?  You look depressed.  Actually, you haven't been yourself
lately.  Did something happen?
Mist:  B-Boyd, I... Sniff...sniff...  Whaaa!  Whaaaaaaaa!
Boyd:  Whoa!  What is it?
Mist:  Oh, Boyd, it's...everything!  Everything...thing...  Sniff...  Boyd,
I...  Whaaaaaa!
Boyd:  Um...  Ah, geez...  I'm not much good at this kind of thing, but if you
need to cry, go ahead.
Mist:  Whaaaaaa!  ...Sniff...  Sniff...  Awaaahaaahaaahaaaaaaaaaa!!!
Boyd:  Um...  Once you settle down, we can talk.  All right?  But go ahead and
let it out.  Let it all out.  You'll feel better.
Mist:  Whaaaaaaa...  Whaaa...  Sniff...  ...Sniff...  Tha-thanks...
Boyd:  Hey, don't worry.  You have me and...  everyone.  You're in good hands.
We'll take care of you.
Mist:  ...Sniff...  Oh, Boyd...

Boyd/Boyd

Support C

Brom:  Good morning!  I'm Brom.  I take it you're with the Greil Mercenaries?
Boyd:  Well, if it isn't the imprisoned papa!  I'm Boyd.  And I'm one of the
original Greil Mercenaries.
Brom:  Oh, that's swell!  You know, you fight pretty well for someone so young.
Boyd:  Young?  Ha!  You're one to talk!  I mean, look at you, pops!  We had to
bust you out of a prison, and you're STILL a big fatty!  How do you fight with
a body like that?  Doesn't all the jiggling slow you down?
Brom:  Aw, you're right...  I know it could be trouble during a big battle.
But this body has served me well!  After all, you need a lot of girth to manage
a mule and plow!
Boyd:  You're a farmer, pops?
Brom:  That's right!  But I hate to think that my big belly would be a burden
on you...  Aw, now I feel terrible!  Sniff...  Sniff...
Boyd:  Wha--?  Hey, don't cry, pops!  Look let's start working out together!
I'll whip you into shape in no time!
Brom:  Really?  Do you mean that?  That would be great!  Whip me into shape,
Boyd!  Oh, my wife will be surprised!

Support B

Brom:  Huff...huff...huff...  Phew!  Hey, Boyd...  I'm sorry...  for being
...phew!...being such a drag!
Boyd:  You can't help being a slow walker.  Don't worry!  You're doing fine.
Brom:  You really think so?  Aw, thanks, Boyd!  You know, I may not be in the
best shape, but I've got more tenacity than anyone.  A farmer's work lasts all
year 'round, after all.  You've got to have patience.
Boyd:  All year, huh?  Tell me, pops.  Do you enjoy working in the fields?
Brom:  You bet!  Sure, I've got my share of worries, like bugs and animals and
bad weather...  But it's all worth it come harvest time!
Boyd:  Hmm...
Brom:  What's wrong?
Boyd:  Oh, I was just thinking...  The farming life is the complete opposite of
what we mercenaries do.  I mean, a farmer gets to bring life to the world, and
his work keeps everyone going.  But mercenaries?  We kill people, and we break
things, and...  Well, we bring death, not life.
Brom:  Aw, don't talk it down like that!  You get to fight for what's right and
protect people!
Boyd:  Hey, don't get me wrong.  The Greil Mercenaries are my family, and I do
my job because I like it.  But...you know what?
Brom:  What?
Boyd:  Break time's over!  Up and at 'em, pops!!  Back to the training!
Brom:  W-what?  Wait, it's only been a...  H-hold on!  Aw, shucks!  Phew...
Huff...  Puff...

Support A

Brom:  Whew!  Aw, shucks!  I give up!  You got me!  Phew!  You're too much for
me, Boyd.
Boyd:  You were close this time, pops.  You've gotten a lot better.  I think we
can wrap up training soon.
Brom:  I've gotten better, huh?  You really think so?
Boyd:  You're like a full-fledged soldier!  There's not an enemy around that
wouldn't be afraid of you!
Brom:  Oh, I'm so happy to hear that!  I just didn't want to be a huge burden
on everyone anymore.
Boyd:  Oh, stop it.  Keep this up, and you could even be a royal guard after
the war.
Brom:  No thank you!  I'm done fighting.  When this war is over, I'm going back
to farming.
Boyd:  Listen pops.  Tell me the truth...  How do we mercenaries seem to you?
I mean, to farmers?  Simple people.
Brom:  What? I don't get you, Boyd.
Boyd:  Well, the world is full of mercenaries, but most of them are just
scoundrels who can't hold any other job, right?  So when there's no war to
fight, they wander the countryside without honest work.  A lot of them end up
stealing from villagers or just turn into common cutthroats.
Brom:  Boyd, you're not--
Boyd:  Nah, we're not like them.  I know that.  But...you can't tell that just
by looking at us.  I hear it when I walk through towns.  "Careful!  The
mercenaries are back."  "They're scrounging for money."  It kinda hurts, you
know?  I mean, I don't care what you say about me, but when you talk bad about
my family...
Brom:  Well, Boyd.  Here's what I think.  Folks always judge, and they're
usually wrong.  That's just how they are, you know?  You can't worry about it
too much.  But I like you.  And I respect you, too.  Shucks, everyone in this
company has been just great!  Anyway, that's what I think.
Boyd:  Thanks, pops.  That's...good to hear.  All right!  Back to the training!
Let's go the extra mile this time!
Brom:  Huh!?  A-again?  G-give me a second, Boyd!  Phew!  Huff...puff...

Boyd/Ulki

Support C

Boyd:  Hey, there's the big hawk laguz that joined our party.  What's his name
again?
Ulki:  ...
Boyd:  Oh!  Hey there.
Ulki:  Can I help you?
Boyd:  Huh?
Ulki:  I thought you called me.  Is that not the case?
Boyd:  Wha--?  Are you talking about what I just said?  You heard that?
Ulki:  Clearly.
Boyd:  Th-that's incredible!  I was just mumbling, and you were all the way
over there!
Ulki:  So.  What do you want from me?
Boyd:  Nothing.  I was just noticing your features.  You have such an
interesting face!
Ulki:  ...  Do you have a problem with my face?  There's nothing special about
it.
Boyd:  No, no problem!  It's so tough!  Manly!  It's the best!  I wish it was
my face!  Um...
Ulki:  ...
Boyd:  ...
Ulki:  Well, you seem...healthy.  And you have good hair.  For a beorc.  I also
like your large arms.
Boyd:  Really?
Ulki:  Oh, I have an errand to run.  Good-bye.
Boyd:  Yeah, my arms are pretty tough, huh?  You know what?  I bet I'll get
along with these laguz just fine!  Yeah.

Support B

Boyd:  Hey, it's you!  What's up, my hawk brother?
Ulki:  Oh, it's the...large-armed beorc.  I...um...haven't seen you lately.
Unless we're in battle.
Boyd:  You got that right!  Oh, I'm Boyd.  We're buddies now, so you can call
me by name.
Ulki:  Very well.  I am Ulki.  But I ask you call me that name instead
of...hawk brother.
Boyd:  Yeah, sure.  Whatever you want.  So, Ulki.  What are you doing in a
place like this?
Ulki:  I was listening to the little birds chirp.  The song soothes me.
Boyd:  Really?  ...  Nope.  I can't hear anything.  You must have really good
ears.
Ulki:  Mmm...
Boyd:  You know, I really envy you bird tribes.  Being able to fly is the
greatest thing ever!  You're something else in a fight, too!  I can't believe
how you tear through guys.  Oh, and it's weird how much we look alike!  I mean,
when you're not shifted.  And except for the wings and stuff...
Ulki:  ...
Boyd:  Oh, hey, sorry.  I'm doing all the talking.  Sometimes I just start
rambling on...  If I'm bothering you, just say so.
Ulki:  ...Sorry...
Boyd:  What's wrong?
Ulki:  I am...the worst.
Boyd:  Huh?  Hey!  What's gotten into you?

Support A

Boyd:  There you are!  Wait a sec, Ulki!
Ulki:  ...
Boyd:  Why are you avoiding me?  Did I make you mad or something?
Ulki:  Boyd...
Boyd:  I thought we were friends.  I guess we can't be friends because I'm a
beorc.  Is that it?
Ulki:  No...  You are...good.  It's me, I'm the worst.
Boyd:  You called yourself that the other day, too.  What are you getting at?
Ulki:  Mmm...  When you first spoke to me...  I was suspicious.  When a beorc
like you sepaks to a laguz like me...  I thought you were plotting something.
Boyd:  Er...  But you said nice things about me when we first met!  Were you
lying?
Ulki:  I thought the exchanging of lies upon a first meeting was a beorc
tradition.  You also gave me a series of flattering compliments that were not
true, no?
Boyd:  No, they were true!  Well, mostly...  Look I was nervous!  I'm not that
godd at talking to new people.
Ulki:  I checked you out when we parted company.  I investigated your name.
Your background.  I checked everything.
Boyd:  Yowza!  Really?  So what did you find?
Ulki:  Boyd of the Greil Mercenaries.  You are a skilled fighter who says
what's on his mind.  It is just as you seemed.
Boyd:  ...
Ulki:  Even though you showed me goodwill from the very beginning...  I had no
trust in you.  I thought you were...mocking me.  Or setting me up for a trap.
That's why I am the worst, I am not worthy of being your friend.
Boyd:  Ha ha ha!
Ulki:  What is it?
Boyd:  We're so alike!  At first, I was sure that you would hate me, or claw
out my eyes, or...something.  I didn't think I could just hang out with you
like Ike does.  He's just so darn natural about everything!  But then I
happened to talk to you, and it was really easy!  That made me pretty happy.
So after that, I tried to get to know you, I even followed you around the
battlefield.
Ulki:  I see.
Boyd:  Look, beorc can be a bunch of jerks.  I don't blame you for checking me
out.  Heck, I know what we did to your people.  But now it's gotta stop.  Now
that you know I'm clean, you have to stop putting up walls.  We'll never
understand each other if you're like that.  So tell me straight, yes or no?
Are we friends or what, Ulki?
Ulki:  Yes, I'm sorry, Boyd.  If you can forgive me, I want to be your friend.
Boyd:  Forgive you?  Pah!  I wasn't even mad!  I was going to be your friend
from the very beginning!

RHYS:

Rhys/Titania

Support C

Titania: How are you feeling, Rhys?
Rhys:  Good.  No fevers or shaking today!  Thanks for asking.
Titania: You know, I was just thinking about the first time we met.  It was
almost a year ago to this very day.
Rhys:  Was it really...?  Oh you're right!  My, time does fly.
Titania: Of course, I don't remember much of the initial encounter, since I was
unconscious and bleeding!  Ha!  Remember that?  I don't know why we didn't
bring a healer with us that day...  Fighting bandits without a staff?  Not
smart!
Rhys:  It was lucky that I found you. I didn't usually venture that deep into
the forest, but I was short on medicinal herbs.
Titania: Yeah, those bandits were a rough lot...  Their stomping ground was
right near your village actually.  It's all coming back to me now...  They were
tougher than I'd thought.  We took most of them out with ease, but one fled
into the woods and I gave chase.  Big mistake.  My horse got hung up in the
undergrowth, and that bandit got the drop on me...  At least Shinon hit him
before I was killed.
Rhys:  Gatrie and Shinon were both really worried when they brought you back to
my parents' house.
Titania:  Really?  I didn't know that.  Hmm...  I didn't think Shinon ever
worried about anyone...  But they stayed with me until my wounds were healed, I
remember that.  You know, if it wasn't for your good work, I wouldn't have been
able to use an axe anymore!  I really appreciate it.
Rhys:  No, I should thank you.  You convinced Greil to hire me!  And now I can
send money back to my parents.  They're both so old, and I'm their only source
of income.
Titania:  Your parents were very kind.  Especially your mother... And she made
that great wildberry pie!  To repay their kindness, I will protect their only
son no matter what.
Rhys:  Oh, I appreciate that, Titania!

Support B

Rhys: Training again?
Titania: Yep. I get antsy if I don't train every day...  Kiyaaaa! Haaaaa!  Whew!
Rhys: Would you mind if I joined you for a while?
Titania: What?  You want to train? Really? Well, no, of course I wouldn't mind.
Um...Why?
Rhys: I was hoping to find some way to defend myself I hate being a burden on
everyone.
Titania: Rhys! You're a healer, not a fighter.  That's not your fault  I don't
even think you know which end of a sword to stick in someone!  Maybe...
Rhys: Yes, Titania?
Titania: I just wonder if you'd be happier had you not rescued me. Perhaps
living in peace with your parents is more your style.
Rhys: Oh, I don't know.  That life wasn't easy.  I have a small, frail body,
and there were few jobs for me in our village.  My parents were always worried
about me.  I was sick all the time, and constantly getting bumps and scraps...
They only agreed to let me follow you because you were a strong mercenary
group!  They figured I would be safe.
Titania: ...There must be safer jobs out there! You could be a fisherman. Or a
botanist!  Do you like plants?
Rhys: Oh, that would bore me to tears! ...Titania...I love this job. I don't
want to quit.
I was a sickly child, and I didn't get out much.  I used to sit inside and
listen to the other children play...  In those years, my uncle took me under
his wing. He was a mercenary, too.  He used to spin unbelievable yarns about
his exotic travels and fantastic battles... It inspired me.
Titania: I had no idea!
Rhys: Kinda funny, isn't it?  You know, I shouldn't say this, but...
Sometimes, when we fight one long battle after another... It makes me happy.  I
feel like I belong.
Titania: You're a big part of our company, Rhys.  I'm glad to hear you say so.

Support A

Rhys: Hello, Titania. Could I join your training again today?
Titania: Sure, go ahead! Looks like you're getting your strength back. You look
healthy.
Rhys: Yes. Thanks to you.
Titania: Oh, I didn't do much...  Say, Rhys? What do you think of Ike?
Rhys: Ike? Well, I'm not the person to be judging another's battle skills, so I
guess you want to know my take of the man...  Ike... Well, despite his
appearance... and the occasional angry outburst... he can be very thoughtful.
Most importantly, he has doggedness, determination, and grit. He possesses the
strength to turn ideal into reality.
I think he is the right choice to lead the Greil Mercenaries.
Titania: I agree with you. But he is still young.  He still has much to learn,
and I wonder how those experiences will shape him.  ...Frankly, I'm a little
concerned.
Rhys: Why is that?
Titania: Our company is only going to grow, and he will soon face many hard
choices... and also some temptations.  Oh, we'll make money... But we're going
to get job offers that will result in people getting hurt. Or worse.  And to
feed and equip a group of this size, we'll need jobs with a certain amount of
risk.
Rhys: Commander Greil faced those same problems, didn't he?
Titania: He did, but Greil... He was different. The original Greil Mercenaries
were famous for not being typical mercenaries.  Sometimes we took on jobs for
free... and we helped countless people at the expense of our own coffers.
Rhys: I believe that Ike holds the same ideals as Commander Greil.
Titania: I'm sure he does.  ...Yes, I'm sure of it.  Ike will definitely find
reasons for us to fight and live. He'll pick the right path. I won't have to
tell him anything.  All we have to do is believe in Ike and follow him...to the
end.
Rhys: Agreed.

Rhys/Mia

Support C

Mia:  Oh...  It's you?  YOU!?  RHYS!?  Well, can't be picky, I guess...
Hiyaaa!  Take this weapon, cur!
Rhys:  Um...  Oh, hello, Mia.  What is this?  A sword?  Yes, I think that's
right...  Ooof!  It's heavy!
Mia:  Yessir!  Who would have thought it was going to be you!?  Funny, that.
Now...  Get ready! En garde!
Rhys:  Yaaaa!  Wait!  S-stop, please!  I don't know what's going on!  I c-can't
use weapons!
Mia:  Whaaat!?  Oh, come on.  You can use them a little, right?  Riiiight?
Rhys:  No!  I've never even touched one before...  B-but if you just want me to
hold it, I can.  Hmmm...  I hold this end, right?
Mia:  ...  Oh, this is so disappointing!  I had my fortune read the other day,
and the old crone told me that I'd soon come across my one true foe!  "With
white robes flowing in the breeze, your archrival rides toward you..."  Oh, I
was so looking forward to it!
Rhys:  Um...sorry to disappoint you.  I'm pretty sure that it's not me.
Mia:  Aw, it's not your fault, Rhys.  I was just prepped for a big fight with
my archrival, and then you came walking by...  Thought maybe it was you, you
know?
Rhys:  Um...  I can just stand here and hold the sword if you want to hit it a
few times.
Mia:  Nah, forget it.  I don't want you to get hurt.  I'll give up for today...
Shucks.

Support B

Rhys:  Oh, hello, Mia.  Um...  You're not going to throw a sword at me again,
are you?
Mia:  Huh?  Oh, heya, Rhys.  I was hoping to run into someone today...  And
guess what?  You showed up!
Rhys:  Ahhh!  Not that fortune-telling again!  L-look, I d-didn't mean to
interrupt you...  Let me just back away now...
Mia:  No!  Stick around!  I could be wrong.  Maybe fortune-telling can't
predict the future after all...  Too bad!  That crone had a great reputation.
Wait...  Maaaaaybe...
Rhys:  Yes?
Mia:  Do you want to train with me, Rhys?
Rhys:  Huh?
Mia:  Oh, why didn't I see it before!  You have what it takes to be a legendary
swordsman!  You just don't realize it yet.  There is awesome potential within
you.  And when you finally realize it, you'll end up clashing with me as my
grand archrival!
Rhys:  Hah!  Haaa...  Um...  I don't think that's likely to happen, Mia.
Although...it's true that I once wanted to be a fighter, back when I was a
frail child.
Mia:  Aha!  I knew it!  You can't give up unharnessed talent like yours just
because you're frail!  Give it a try.  C'mon!  I'll train you myself!  We'll
start with the basics.
Rhys:  You...will?
Mia:  Of course...even if I am training the man that will one day be my most
hated rival!  We better get cracking!

Support A

Mia:  Uhhh...look, I'm really sorry.  It looks like I pushed you a little hard.
Rhys:  No...I wanted to be a myrmidon.  And I had fun...  Well...before the
cramps started.  Oooh, the cramps...  Yaaaaa...
Mia:  Are you sure you're well?  You've been running a fever for days!  Are you
really going to battle like this?
Rhys:  It'll be fine.  I'm not overdoing it.  I'll just support everyone from
the rearguard.  And I'll have you looking out for me, right?
Mia:  Of course!  I feel responsible for your safety.  I always try to look out
for you and make sure you're holding up.  You know, I've been thinking for a
bit...  And...  Um...  And I've decided to stop believing in fortune-telling.
Rhys:  Well...maybe the fortune's meaning was just mixed up--
Mia:  Hogwash!  No more excuses!  It's all a bunch of hooey!  But hey, wait a
second...  "With white robes flowing in the breeze, your archrival rides toward
you..."  ...RIDES toward you...  Could he be a mounted soldier and not a
myrmidon?
Rhys:  Huh?
Mia:  You may be horse-riding material, Rhys.  Yeah, that's it!  Marching is a
lot easier on horseback.  Wouldn't that be better for you?
Rhys:  What!?  Me on h-horseback!?
Mia:  Yeah!  You wear white, too!  Don't you think you'd look dashing on
horseback!?  Swing your staff from the top of a horse and I'll fight in style
beside you!
Rhys:  Whoa...hold it right there, Mia...
Mia:  All right!  It's settled, then!  We've got to get you training!
Rhys:  Hold it!  You've got the wrong guy...
Mia:  No, I don't.  We're destined to meet!
Rhys:  We are?
Mia:  Yes!  I can't think of anyone else that could be the man of my destiny!
Rhys:  D-destiny!?  Wait a second...  I thought I was your archrival!
Mia:  Never mind the details!  I am counting on you, Rhys!

Rhys/Rolf

Support C

Rolf:  Rhys!
Rhys:  Hello, Rolf.  Oof!  Thanks for the hug!  Why are you running like that?
Did something happen?
Rolf:  Nope.  I just ran because I saw you!  Say, how are you feeling?
Rhys:  Today I feel fine, thanks.  I did light exercise this morning and
finished all my breakfast.
Rolf:  Oh, I'm glad to hear that!  When it's hard for you, let me know!  I
remember when you used to get sick and stay in bed all the time!  But here you
are, fighting every day.
Rhys:  Ha!  I remember those days...  This new job is hard sometimes, but it's
nice to be with everyone.
Rolf:  I know!  All that you and me and Mist ever did was stay behind at the
stupid fort while everyone else was fighting.  Being left alone was sad and
scary, huh?
Rhys:  Yes, I suppose it was...  Remember the time we heard Commander Greil
discussing that dangerous mission in the strategy room?  When our friends left
the fort, the three of us prayed so hard for their safe return...  Those were
the longest days of my life.
Rhys:  That's why I'm scared to fight sometimes...  But I still think it's good
that we're fighting together now!
Rhys:  Positive thoughts are always a help.  It's pointless to focus on the
negative all the time.
Rolf:  You said it, Rhys!  Let's think positively!  Otherwise, I...
Rhys:  Otherwise what, Rolf?
Rolf:  Oh, um...nothing!  I gotta go see Mist now.  See you later, Rhys!
Rhys:  Hmm...

Support B

Rolf:  Oh, Rhys!  What's wrong?
Rhys:  Hm?  Nothing, Rolf.
Rolf:  Are you feeling sick?  Are you gonna barf?
Rhys:  No, no.  What makes you think that?
Rolf:  Don't lie.  I can tell!  Your hands and face always turn pale when
you're sick!  Let me see your hands!
Rhys:  Hey, stop that!  I'm only wearing gloves because they're fashionable
right now!  Don't take those...
Rolf:  AHA!  They're cold!  Cold as ice!  You're supposed to tell me when
you're having a rough time of it!
Rhys:  ...Sorry, Rolf.  But I'm well enough to move around a battlefield, so
I'll be all right.
Rolf:  You're talking about a battlefield, Rhys!  Not some fort!  Don't pretend
to be fine if you're not!  You'll end up dead if you keep doing stuff like that!
Rhys:  Rolf...  I...  I'm sorry...
Rolf:  Hmph!
Rhys:  I'm really sorry, Rolf.  I wish...  Cough!  I wish I wasn't so frail.
It would be nice to be strong.
Rolf:  Well, I wish your staff could heal sicknesses and not just big gaping
axe wounds!
Rhys:  So do I...Sigh...  I wish I had a better plan than just waiting for it
to pass.
Rolf:  Well, I'll ask Ike to let us fight together.  At least then I can keep
an eye on you.
Rhys:  Thanks, Rolf...

Support A

Rolf:  Rhys?
Rhys:  Rolf?  What's up?
Rolf:  You're feeling better today, huh?  I'm glad.  You were so sick last
time...
Rhys:  All I ever do is cause you to worry...  Maybe I should just leave the
mercenaries.  I don't want to be a burd--
Rolf:  No!  You're wrong!  That's not what I meant at all!
Rhys:  I know, Rolf.  But...  It's hard for me.  The fighting is difficult
enough, but to cause everyone grief on top of it...  And it's not just you,
either.  I cause Ike and Titania trouble, too.  Maybe I'll just pack my things--
Rolf:  N-no!  I don't want you to go!  If you leave, I'll cry!  I wasn't
blaming you, you know?  You can't help being barfy all the time.
Rhys:  Rolf...
Rolf:  Oh, that's not what I meant.  Listen, just count on me, all right?  I'll
help you.
Rhys:  What did you say?
Rolf:  Fighting our enemies is really scary!  In fact, once I almost wet my...
Anyway!  I don't want anyone to die.  Before, all I could do was wait and pray,
but now I can fight and defend everyone!  That makes it easier to focus.
Rhys:  I understand.
Rolf:  That's why I want to defend you, Rhys!  If I know that I always have to
defend you, it will make me less scared.  And the more I do it, the stronger I
get!  So don't you dare leave us!
Rhys:  Rolf...  You...  You've really grown up.  All right, it's a deal!  I
won't hide anything from now on.  And I'll count on you, too!  You can be my
very own knight in leather armor!
Rolf:  Yeah, that'll be great!  ...Um, hey, Rhys?  Don't tell anyone that I
almost...  All right?

Rhys/Kieran

Support C

Kieran:  Hey, Rhys!  Nice day, isn't it.
Rhys:  Oh, hello, Kier...  Yaaaa!  What happened to you!?
Kieran:  Huh?  What is it?
Rhys:  Th-there's blood gushing down the side of your head!
Kieran:  Hm?  Why, so there is...  Isn't that odd?
Rhys:  Odd?  Please, hold still!  Just stay there!  Let me get my heal staff
and--
Kieran:  Heal staff?  Bah!  I'm fine.  A scratch like this will heal itself!
You should have seen the time I fought the Giant Scorpions of --
Rhys:  Oh, my goodness!  Are you kidding!?  Please!  Hold still...  ...Phew!
That should do it.  But...how did you hurt yourself?
Kieran:  Oh, I was just training over there...  Must have gotten a little
crazy!  Hiyaaaaaa!  Whaaaaaaa!
Rhys:  Who were you sparring with?  And why did they hit you hard enough to
draw blood?
Kieran:  Sparring?  Ha!  No one spars with Kieran!  I'm too much man for them!
No, I was just swinging my axe around.
Rhys:  H-how do you cut yourself swinging--
Kieran:  Rhys?  I'm a Crimean knight!  We fear neither blood, nor pain, nor
terribly sharp implements being inserted into our...
Rhys: Ooooooohhh...
Kieran:  ...Eh?  What's wrong, Rhys?
Rhys:  I...  I'm sorry.  I just got a little lightheaded there...  Do you
always put yourself through such harsh training?
Kieran:  Of course!  I'm a Crimean knight!  I never cut corners in my training!
Why, even if the enemy were to lance me with a thousand barbed and poisoned
needles, I would never stop!
Rhys:  Well, that's an...admirable attitude...  But I'm still concerned...  Oh,
dear me.

Support B

Rhys:  Ah, Kieran.  There you are.
Kieran:  Oh, hello, Rhys!  What brings you here?
Rhys:  May I watch you train?  I figured someone with a heal staff should be
around, just in case an accident happens.
Kieran:  Ha ha ha!  Aren't you a worrywart!  But being watched is good!  Now I
can take my training to the next level!  All right!  Watch this!
Rhys:  Oh, er...  I'm just here to see that you don't get hurt...  Oh, do be
careful...  No!  Don't juggle the lance, too!
Kieran:  Behold the awesome power of Crimean Royal Knight Fifth Platoon Captain
Kieran!  Now I call this little trick--  Nnngg...!  Gaaaaa!  Whaaaaaaaa!
...Ah, nuts.
Rhys:  Oh, dear heavens!  Oh, this is terrible.  Stay right there!  Let me take
care of you...
Kieran:  Ho, I'm fine!  Don't worry about old Kieran!  I just need to pull this
axe out of my head here...  Whooo, that's sharp!

Support A

Rhys:  Are you...training again, Kieran?
Kieran:  Oh, Rhys!  Say, thanks for helping me out the other day!  Who knew
that head wounds bled so much?  Of course, this one time a sellsword tried to
jam hot coals inside my--
Rhys:  Please, Kieran!  Stop!  You have to think about your own safety!
Kieran:  Safety?  Ha ha ha!  I'm not a coward!  Crimean knights fear nothing!
Never!  Why, not even the threat of merciliess--
Rhys:  I know!  I know, but...  If something happens to you, it will ruin your
reputation.
Kieran:  My reputation?
Rhys:  Your gravestone is going to say:  "Here lies Kieran the knight!  He
suffered a massive hemorrhage in training and died cold and alone."  Are you
all right with that?
Kieran:  Hmm...  Y-yes, that could be bad...  Why, no one would ever remember
the time that I fought the Mad Crocodile of Upper--
Rhys:  Please!  Promise me that you won't do any more dangerous training.
Kieran:  Wha--?!  Oh, that's a hard pill to swallow!  But if I die in training
before hitting the battlefield, it would be a shame...  Oh, what to do...
Rhys:  We'd be in trouble if we lose you, Kieran!  Er...  Oh!  Yes!  You see,
we can't achieve victory without our greatest soldier--  that would be you--in
our army.
Kieran:  I see.  Yes, you're right!  You're absolutely right!  Our army's
finest warrior cannot afford to push it too far!  Very well.  I'm not sure how
this will work, but I will take better care of myself!  From now on...simple
training!
Rhys:  Phew...  Thanks for your understanding.  I'll come check on you from
time to time.  Remember!  Take it easy!
Kieran:  Sure, no problem! Hmmm...  I guess I'll just...sit down here and...
knit...something...  Ooo, look!  A bear!
Rhys:  No, Kieran!  Noooooooo!

Rhys/Ulki

Support C

Rhys:  Um...  H-hello!  Hello there!
Ulki:  Mmm?
Rhys:  Er...  I'm...  I'm sorry!  I didn't mean to make you mad!  I justed
wanted to talk to--
Ulki:  I'm not mad.  Can I help you with something?
Rhys:  Ooh!  Oooooh!  I'm so glad!  I'm Rhys!  N-nice to meet you!
Ulki:  Er...hello.  I am Ulki.
Rhys:  Er...  Well...  Say, you can really fly with those wings, huh?!  I saw
you turn into a hawk before...  It was amazing!  I envy you!
Ulki:  Mrrr?
Rhys:  Oh, sorry...  That probably sounds weird.  I've always been sickly.
When I was little, I spent a lot of time in bed.  So...  I used to gaze out the
window and see all the little birds flying around the sky...  It must be
fanatastic!  Flying wherever you want, whenever you want?!
Ulki:  Um...  Fanatastic.  Yes.  I suppose.  I never thought of it.
Rhys:  Oh, I don't blame you!  After all, you've been flying since you were
born...  Soaring through the skies like a puffy cloud!
Ulki:  Mmm?  Clouds do not soar...  I am confused.

Support B

Rhys:  Ulki!
Ulki:  Oh, the sickly beorc.  Hello.
Rhys:  I had the honor of seeing you battle the other day!  Your 360 degree
loops were extraordinary!
Ulki:  ...I did a loop?
Rhys:  And right after that, you circled many times and then dived at that
soldier...  BLAM!!  Hee hee!  Oh, you're something else!
Ulki:  Well...  I suppose...
Rhys:  Oh, how I wish I could soar through the air like that!
Ulki:  Er, yes.  You mentioned that.
Rhys:  On sunny days.  I'd take to the skies and land on a hgh mountain peak,
then gaze down on the vilaages below...  Oh, just thinking about it makes me so
happy!  Ahhhhh...  Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh...
Ulki:  Er...yes.  I suppose...  Flying could help you take care of injured
people.
Rhys:  Hey, that's a great thought!  I could just zoom right over and treat the
victim!  I'd love to do it!
Ulki:  Hmm...  Well...  Do you want to...  give it a try?
Rhys:  Huh!?  But h-how!?  I don't have wings or anything...  Oh, wait...  Are
you serious?!
Ulki: ...

Support A

Rhys:  Ulki!  Oh, my dear friend Ulki!  I'm so looking forward to the next
battle!  I mean, fighting is terrifying and I'd like to avoid it and all
that...  But I'm going to be so useful!
Ulki:  I'm glad to hear--
Rhys:  But I have to hang on to your back!  No matter what...  Oh, may I
practice with you just one more time?  Please?  Pleeeeease?
Ulki:  Er...  No.  I can't use up any more energy before battle...
Rhys:  Oh, I see...  I apologize...  Yes, very sorry...  Um...  Say...  Does
shifting tire you?
Ulki:  Yes.
Rhys:  What!?  Oh no!  But...  You let me practice with you!  For days!
Yesterday we flew for nine hours!
Ulki:  Well...  It was my fault for not saying anything.  You looked so happy
that...  I didn't have a chance to bring it up.
Rhys:  You know what?  I think you're pale...  And your eyes are all
bloodshot...  ...  I'm sorry...  Let's just forget it...
Ulki:   Perhaps we should.  It might be dangerous for me to go into battle like
this.
Rhys:  I agree...
Ulki:  But...if we ever have some free time, I will take you on a ride.
Rhys:  Whooo-hoooo!  Yes, thank you!  That would be great, Ulki!!

SHINON:

Shinon/Gatrie

Support C

Gatrie:  ...Huff...  ...Puff...  Maybe I should...  Oh!  Or then again, I
could...  Hmm...  No, I won't do that...
Shinon:  Hey.
Gatrie:  Hm?  Oh, hey, Shinon!
Shinon:  What in the heck are you doing?  It's really annoying.
Gatrie:  Shhh!  It's a secret!
Shinon:  Whatever.  See you around.
Gatrie:  W-wait!  I'm just joking!  Stop being so mean and listen for a second!
Shinon:  I will if you buy dinner tonight.
Gatrie:  Mmmm...  Oh, all right.  But you better give me good advice!
Shinon:  Of course, of course.  So, what's on your mind?
Gatrie:  I'm thinking about the reward that we're going to get.  I'm not sure
what to do with it.
Shinon:  Up to you.  Spend it however you please.
Gatrie:  But every time I spend money, you give me a hard time!
Shinon:  I do?  How?
Gatrie:  What about the other day, when I bought the Ultimate Shield?!
Shinon:  Gatrie, that was a castle gate.  Hey, did you ever give that back?
That guard thought you were a thief.
Gatrie:  And remember the SpeedBring 4000?  That secret elixir that boosts
speed just by sprinkling it over your body--
Shinon:  You mean that putrid snake oil?  You dumped the whole bottle on your
head without smelling it first.
Gatrie:  But that wonderful little potion worked!  I DID move faster!
Shinon:  You moved faster because thirty stray dogs were chasing you.
Gatrie:  See!  You're giving me a hard time again!
Shinon:  Oh, did I hurt your feelings?  Wow, it sure is fun to tell you the
truth and have you grumble at me in return.
Gatrie:  No, no!  I didn't mean to...  Er...  Sorry...
Shinon:  Hmm...  You're too honest sometimes...
Gatrie:  Hee hee!  You're embarrassing me!
Shinon:  All right, let's go eat!  Now that's spending wisely!
Gatrie:  Yeah, let's...  Wait a minute, Shinon!  You didn't help me at all!
This isn't part of the deal!

Support B

Gatrie:  Say, Shinon!
Shinon:  I'm busy.  Come back later.
Gatrie:  I really want to ask you something.  Right now!
Shinon:  No, Gatrie.
Gatrie:  I'll pay for dinner again.
Shinon:  Get lost.
Gatrie:  We'll eat somewhere more expensive tonight.
Shinon:  Appetizers?
Gatrie:  Sure!  You can order anything you want!
Shinon:  All right, then.  I think I can spare some time for my brother-in-arms.
Gatrie:  Aw, thanks Shinon!  I owe you one!
Shinon:  ...Well?  What do you want?
Gatrie:  Well, actually...  What I need to ask you is...
Shinon:  Spit it out!
Gatrie:  Well, it's...  Oh, I don't know.  Do you really want to hear it?
Shinon:  Do that one more time, and I'll put an arrow through your eye!
Gatrie:  W-wait!  Just a minute!  I'll tell you now...  Are you ready?
Shinon:  Aaaaaarrrgh!
Gatrie:  Ihaveanewgirlfriend!!!!
Shinon:  A new girlfriend?  Is she blind or something?
Gatrie:  I met her in town yesterday!  She's soooo cute!  I'm telling you,
she's the one for me!
Shinon:  Well, I'm happy for you.  Oh, I see.  You want to ask me what kind of
gift to give her, right?
Gatrie:  Tee hee hee!  Yeah, that's right!  What should I give her?
Shinon:  I know everything there is to know about gift giving, my friend.  I'll
tell you all about it over a fine meal.
Gatrie:  Please do, romance master!

Support A

Gatrie:  ...
Shinon:  What the...?
Gatrie:  ...
Shinon:  Why are you standing out here like a scarecrow?
Gatrie:  Hey, Shinon.  I'm just waiting for my girlfriend.
Shinon:  Oh.  Her.  Right.  You're still dating?
Gatrie:  Yep!  And when I gave her gift that you picked out for me...  boy, was
she happy!  In fact, I'll tell you a secret...  we're getting married!
Shinon:  Aren't you rushing it a little?
Gatrie:  Oh, no!  You see, she's terminally ill.  She has Brain Stones.  It's
really bad.  She only had a few days left to live.  And since she didn't have
enough money to pay for the treatment...   I thought it was time to spend my
gold!
Shinon:  You paid for it?
Gatrie:  Yep!  Every last gold piece!  And guess what?  The treatment cost
exactly as much as I had!  It's fate, isn't it?  Oh, with a coincidence like
this, I know that we're meant for each other!
Shinon:  ...You've got to be kidding me.
Gatrie:  Between the war and her illness, times are pretty rough, so we decided
to have the wedding right away.  I was supposed to meet her here and then
introduce her to the company.  I wanted to do it in style, you know?  But she's
not here yet...  Oh, wait is that...  No, that's a horse.  Hmm...  I'm a little
worried.  I went to her house this morning, but I think I got the address
wrong.  All I found was an abandoned shack.  But it'll be all right!  She knows
I'm with this army, and...  And...
Shinon:  Gatrie?  She's not coming.  You've been conned.
Gatrie:  Whaaat!?  No, I don't believe it!  She's such a fine girl!  So pure
and kind!  She'd never hornswoggle ol' Gatrie!
Shinon:  How can someone with only days left to live manage to walk the streets
looking for a knight with lots of money?
Gatrie:  Because...  Because she needed to meet me!  It's fate!  Remember?
Shinon:  Then why isn't she here?
Gatrie:  B-because...  Um...  Wolves?
Shinon:  No, Gatrie.  It's not wolves.
Gatrie:  Oh...  Hee hee!  Hee hee hee!  I guess ol' Gatrie...  Whaa ha ha!  I
guess I got taken again!  Whaa ha ha ha...  Whooo!  Oh man, I'll never learn.
Shinon:  Tell me what she looks like.
Gatrie:  Huh?  Why?
Shinon:  All your money?  That's going too far.  I'll find her and...get it
back.
Gatrie:  Well...  Nah, that's all right.  I mean, it's my fault anyway.
Shinon:  Are you sure?  She must be laughing her head off by now.
Gatrie:  Well, at least it was a cute little head.
Shinon:  Sigh...  You're hopeless, Gatrie.  You know that?
Gatrie:  Yeah, I know.  But I don't mind so much.  It makes me kinda charming,
right?
Shinon:  Well, I guess you don't have to worry about what to do with your money
anymore.
Gatrie:  Yeah, that's right.  Hey, if you look at it that way, it's a blessing
in disguise!
Shinon:  Let's go find a watering hole with some cute waitresses.  What do you
say?
Gatrie:  Hey, that's a great idea!  Oh, but... I don't have any money.  Sorry,
Shinon.  Maybe some other time.
Shinon:  Forget it.  It's my treat.
Gatrie:  Are...are you sure?
Shinon:  Yep.
Gatrie:  Hee hee hee!
Shinon:  What's so funny?
Gatrie:  Supper on your gold piece?  This is my lucky day!
Shinon:  Hopeless.

Shinon/Rolf

Support C

Rolf:  Uncle Shinon!  Wait, Uncle Shinon!
Shinon:  What do you want, Rolf?
Rolf:  Tee hee hee!  Look at this!
Shinon:  Why are you showing me this?  It's just a piece of bent wood.
Rolf:  No, Shinon.  It's a bow!  You gave me my first bow, and I wanted to
return the favor!  I'm making it one whittle at a time.  I know it's not
exactly the best-looking weapon out there, but...  I hope you'll use it!
Shinon:  Meh.  Maybe if I overhauled it...  I may be able to...call it a...bow.
This thin is going to break the first time I fire it!  You want me to be
unarmed on the battlefield?  Is that it?
Rolf:  I...  I don't--
Shinon:  Look, to begin with, you used the wrong kind of wood.  This is much
too hard and inflexible.  Remember the bow I made for you?  It didn't look like
this, did it?
Rolf:  B-but...  I worked so hard!  It should be just like yours!
Shinon:  Not even close.
Rolf:  N-not...not even...  Wh...  Whaaaaaaa!  Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Shinon:  Ah, crud.  Don't start bawling!  Look, let me give you a quick lesson.
Rolf:  Whaaaaa...  Really!?  Promise?  Oh, I'm so happy!  Yay!  Yay!  I love
you,  Unkie Shinon!
Shinon:  Yeah, yeah, it's a promise.  Now quit clinging to me like a lost dog.
Hey, seriously!  Rolf...!

Support B

Rolf:  Look, look, Uncle Shinon!  Doesn't it look like a bow now?
Shinon:  I guess you could...categorize it as a bow.  Maybe.  If you closed
your eyes.
Rolf:  So will you use--
Shinon:  No way!  I don't want to die just yet.
Rolf:  Wha...  Whaaa...  Oh, fine!  I'll just use it myself.
Shinon:  Oh, for the love of...  Rolf!  Wait!
Rolf:  What?
Shinon:  Give me the bow.
Rolf:  Did you change your mind?
Shinon:  Yeah.  I suddenly got this...uh...  weird urge to take it.
Rolf:  Really?  All right!  Whooooo!  Here you go, Uncle Shinon!!
Shinon:  Thanks.  Um...see you later.
Rolf:  Wow, I bet Uncle Shinon will just love my bow!  It'll be his favorite
bow ever!  But I wanna see him fire it...  I know!  I'll follow him.  Tee hee
hee!  Here I come, Uncle Shinon!

Support A

Shinon:  Get over it, Rolf.
Rolf: ...
Shinon:  Oh, come on!  It was in your best interest.
Rolf: ...
Shinon:  Psh!  What a stubborn brat.  If you're going to be like that, I'll
just leave.
Rolf:  YOU THREW MY BOW AWAY!!
Shinon:  Listen, Rolf.  If I had let you onto a battlefield with that bow, you
would have been killed.  I prevented your death in advance...  Heck, I saved
your life!  You should be thanking me.
Rolf:  I know that, Uncle Shinon, but...  I put my whole heart into that bow!
I just wanted you to be happy.  The first time I went into battle, my feet were
shaking because I was so scared.  But then I held the bow that you made for me,
and it gave me strength.  And I said, "Rolf!  You can do this!"  I learned
absolutely everything from you!  That's how I've stayed alive the whole time.
Shinon:  ...But why on earth...  Why would you depend on me like that?  I mean,
I just I taught you how to fire the bow on a whim.
Rolf:  But it still made me happy!  My brothers never let me do anything.  They
still treat me like a baby.  If you hadn't taught me archery, I'd be sitting at
home right now!  I hate waiting around while everyone is fighting for their
lives.  I mean, we all made it back yesterday but...  What about today?  Or
tomorrow?  At home, all you do is wait and wait and feel terrible.  I hate it!
Shinon:  Rolf, I know how you feel, but...  adults don't want to send kids to a
battlefield if they can help it.  Only a complete madman wants to be involved
in the death of someone else.  Especially if it's a kid.  But the sad thing is,
it's more about making ourselves feel better than saving the life of another.
The fear of being responsible for a death is always in the back of our minds,
so we try to lessen the guilt as much as possible.  Humans...most humans...feel
the pain of others.  Holding that back is a lot harder than you think.
Rolf:  Wow.  I never thought about that.
Shinon:  It's a rough lesson to learn.  Bah!  I hate adults like nothing else.
All ego and pride...  Kids live a more honorable existence.  But you're growing
up fast.  So the sooner you learn to survive, the better.
Rolf:  So that's why you taught me archery, isn't it?  It wasn't just a whim!
Shinon:  ...Well...  Maybe...  But if that's what you want to think, and it
puts you in a good mood, it's fine by me.

Shinon/Janaff

Support C

Janaff:  Ho!  You there!  Halt!
Shinon:  ...
Janaff:  Hey, did you hear me?  I said halt!
Shinon:  Who are you?
Janaff:  I'll ask the questions, thanks.  Hmmm...  I haven't seen your face
around here before.  Are you a new recruit?  State your name and unit.
Shinon:  I don't have time to answer questions from ignorant half-breeds.
Janaff:  W-what?  What did you call me!?  Hey!  I'm talking to you, jerk!
Shinon:  Say that again...  Go ahead.  It'll be the last thing you ever say.
Janaff:  I'm not afraid of you, human!  Crossing me is the worst decision
you'll ever make.
Shinon:  ...
Janaff:  ...
Shinon:  You're lucky, half-breed.  I'll let you go this time.
Janaff:  Pah!  It's me who's letting you go.  And don't forget it, human!

Support B

Shinon:  Oh, look, it's the half-breed birdbrain.  What a pleasant surprise.
Peck anyone lately?
Janaff:  Don't start with me, you human jerk.
Shinon:  I hear you're a bodyguard for the king of Phoenicis.  Not a bad gig...
considering how scrawny you are.
Janaff:  I hear you knew Greil for ages.  They say he betrayed his men and
aided Daein before fleeing to Crimea.
Shinon:  Are you calling him a traitor?!  Dastard!  You'll die for that!  No...
I'm not going to do this.  I'm a true mercenary.  I'm won't give you the
satisfaction of a free fight.
Janaff:  ...I don't get you, human.  You have no clan and no master...  What
are you fighting for?
Shinon:  I fight to live.  That's all.  Doesn't everyone?  It's not like people
kill each other for fun.
Janaff:  You don't?
Shinon:  What?
Janaff:  You don't kill for fun?  You don't enjoy it?
Shinon:  No.  Why, do you?
Janaff:  I thought you humans...liked to kill.  That's why you make weapons.
Why you hunt animals for sport.
Shinon:  Ha!  We make weapons to protect ourselves from you half-breeds!  Only
wealthy bluestockings with too much time on their hands hunt for sport!
Janaff:  ...
Shinon:  Man, what an idiot...
Janaff:  Wait!  I have more questions!  Rrrr!  Human jerk!

Support A

Janaff: Oh.  There you are.
Shinon:  ...
Janaff:  Shinon, right?  Do you have moment?
Shinon:  Huh?  Oh, it's the half-breed birdbrain!  Life is full of surprises,
and not all of them are the good kind.
Janaff:  Don't lash out at me, you huma...  Er...  I'm sorry about the other
day.
Shinon:  Y-you're what?
Janaff:  I misunderstood the beorc.  I thought all beorc liked killing, and
that we could never learn to live with one another.
Shinon:  Why did you join Ike's army if you feel that way?  Did the king order
it?
Janaff:  No.  The relationship with our king is not one-sided like that.  If we
do not deem the king's orders to be right and just, we will not obey them.
Shinon:  Then why did you join?
Janaff:  Commander Ike saved one of my friends in Serenes.  Though my first
duty is always as Prince Reyson's bodyguard, I also hope to return the favor.
I trust the commander. I...like him.
Shinon:  Ha!  At least someone does.
Janaff:  Hm?
Shinon:  I've always hated Ike.  He gets everything handed to him and takes it
all for granted.
Janaff:  But that's not his fault, is it?  One can't decide their parentage.
Shinon:  ...Nah, I suppose it's not his fault.  But you know what?  It's my
choice to feel this way, so I'll keep doing it.
Janaff:  Heh.  You've got that right.
Shinon:  Wait, wait.  Why am I talking about this stuff with you?
Janaff:  You know what, Shinon?  You kind of...  You remind me of me when I was
young.
Shinon:  Huh?
Janaff:  I used to be quite the daredevil before I grew into adulthood.
Nothing ever seemed to please me.
Shinon:  How old are you, anyway?
Janaff:  I'm a bit over 110 years old.
Shinon:  Wha--?!  You half-br...you guys must have a different way of counting
than us humans.
Janaff:  Don't spring, summer, fall, and winter make a year in you calendar,
too?
Shinon:  So if I'm twenty-seven, you must be at least...eighty-five years older
than me!
Janaff:  Indeed.  So give me some respect, you young pup.  If you run into
trouble in the future, come see me.  I'll give you the kind of advice that only
an elder can give.
Shinon:  Oh, hey!  Hold on!  Um...tell me more about your life.  You've seen a
lot, you know?

GATRIE:

Gatrie/Shinon

Support C

Gatrie:  ...Huff...  ...Puff...  Maybe I should...  Oh!  Or then again, I
could...  Hmm...  No, I won't do that...
Shinon:  Hey.
Gatrie:  Hm?  Oh, hey, Shinon!
Shinon:  What in the heck are you doing?  It's really annoying.
Gatrie:  Shhh!  It's a secret!
Shinon:  Whatever.  See you around.
Gatrie:  W-wait!  I'm just joking!  Stop being so mean and listen for a second!
Shinon:  I will if you buy dinner tonight.
Gatrie:  Mmmm...  Oh, all right.  But you better give me good advice!
Shinon:  Of course, of course.  So, what's on your mind?
Gatrie:  I'm thinking about the reward that we're going to get.  I'm not sure
what to do with it.
Shinon:  Up to you.  Spend it however you please.
Gatrie:  But every time I spend money, you give me a hard time!
Shinon:  I do?  How?
Gatrie:  What about the other day, when I bought the Ultimate Shield?!
Shinon:  Gatrie, that was a castle gate.  Hey, did you ever give that back?
That guard thought you were a thief.
Gatrie:  And remember the SpeedBring 4000?  That secret elixir that boosts
speed just by sprinkling it over your body--
Shinon:  You mean that putrid snake oil?  You dumped the whole bottle on your
head without smelling it first.
Gatrie:  But that wonderful little potion worked!  I DID move faster!
Shinon:  You moved faster because thirty stray dogs were chasing you.
Gatrie:  See!  You're giving me a hard time again!
Shinon:  Oh, did I hurt your feelings?  Wow, it sure is fun to tell you the
truth and have you grumble at me in return.
Gatrie:  No, no!  I didn't mean to...  Er...  Sorry...
Shinon:  Hmm...  You're too honest sometimes...
Gatrie:  Hee hee!  You're embarrassing me!
Shinon:  All right, let's go eat!  Now that's spending wisely!
Gatrie:  Yeah, let's...  Wait a minute, Shinon!  You didn't help me at all!
This isn't part of the deal!

Support B

Gatrie:  Say, Shinon!
Shinon:  I'm busy.  Come back later.
Gatrie:  I really want to ask you something.  Right now!
Shinon:  No, Gatrie.
Gatrie:  I'll pay for dinner again.
Shinon:  Get lost.
Gatrie:  We'll eat somewhere more expensive tonight.
Shinon:  Appetizers?
Gatrie:  Sure!  You can order anything you want!
Shinon:  All right, then.  I think I can spare some time for my brother-in-arms.
Gatrie:  Aw, thanks Shinon!  I owe you one!
Shinon:  ...Well?  What do you want?
Gatrie:  Well, actually...  What I need to ask you is...
Shinon:  Spit it out!
Gatrie:  Well, it's...  Oh, I don't know.  Do you really want to hear it?
Shinon:  Do that one more time, and I'll put an arrow through your eye!
Gatrie:  W-wait!  Just a minute!  I'll tell you now...  Are you ready?
Shinon:  Aaaaaarrrgh!
Gatrie:  Ihaveanewgirlfriend!!!!
Shinon:  A new girlfriend?  Is she blind or something?
Gatrie:  I met her in town yesterday!  She's soooo cute!  I'm telling you,
she's the one for me!
Shinon:  Well, I'm happy for you.  Oh, I see.  You want to ask me what kind of
gift to give her, right?
Gatrie:  Tee hee hee!  Yeah, that's right!  What should I give her?
Shinon:  I know everything there is to know about gift giving, my friend.  I'll
tell you all about it over a fine meal.
Gatrie:  Please do, romance master!

Support A

Gatrie:  ...
Shinon:  What the...?
Gatrie:  ...
Shinon:  Why are you standing out here like a scarecrow?
Gatrie:  Hey, Shinon.  I'm just waiting for my girlfriend.
Shinon:  Oh.  Her.  Right.  You're still dating?
Gatrie:  Yep!  And when I gave her gift that you picked out for me...  boy, was
she happy!  In fact, I'll tell you a secret...  we're getting married!
Shinon:  Aren't you rushing it a little?
Gatrie:  Oh, no!  You see, she's terminally ill.  She has Brain Stones.  It's
really bad.  She only had a few days left to live.  And since she didn't have
enough money to pay for the treatment...   I thought it was time to spend my
gold!
Shinon:  You paid for it?
Gatrie:  Yep!  Every last gold piece!  And guess what?  The treatment cost
exactly as much as I had!  It's fate, isn't it?  Oh, with a coincidence like
this, I know that we're meant for each other!
Shinon:  ...You've got to be kidding me.
Gatrie:  Between the war and her illness, times are pretty rough, so we decided
to have the wedding right away.  I was supposed to meet her here and then
introduce her to the company.  I wanted to do it in style, you know?  But she's
not here yet...  Oh, wait is that...  No, that's a horse.  Hmm...  I'm a little
worried.  I went to her house this morning, but I think I got the address
wrong.  All I found was an abandoned shack.  But it'll be all right!  She knows
I'm with this army, and...  And...
Shinon:  Gatrie?  She's not coming.  You've been conned.
Gatrie:  Whaaat!?  No, I don't believe it!  She's such a fine girl!  So pure
and kind!  She'd never hornswoggle ol' Gatrie!
Shinon:  How can someone with only days left to live manage to walk the streets
looking for a knight with lots of money?
Gatrie:  Because...  Because she needed to meet me!  It's fate!  Remember?
Shinon:  Then why isn't she here?
Gatrie:  B-because...  Um...  Wolves?
Shinon:  No, Gatrie.  It's not wolves.
Gatrie:  Oh...  Hee hee!  Hee hee hee!  I guess ol' Gatrie...  Whaa ha ha!  I
guess I got taken again!  Whaa ha ha ha...  Whooo!  Oh man, I'll never learn.
Shinon:  Tell me what she looks like.
Gatrie:  Huh?  Why?
Shinon:  All your money?  That's going too far.  I'll find her and...get it
back.
Gatrie:  Well...  Nah, that's all right.  I mean, it's my fault anyway.
Shinon:  Are you sure?  She must be laughing her head off by now.
Gatrie:  Well, at least it was a cute little head.
Shinon:  Sigh...  You're hopeless, Gatrie.  You know that?
Gatrie:  Yeah, I know.  But I don't mind so much.  It makes me kinda charming,
right?
Shinon:  Well, I guess you don't have to worry about what to do with your money
anymore.
Gatrie:  Yeah, that's right.  Hey, if you look at it that way, it's a blessing
in disguise!
Shinon:  Let's go find a watering hole with some cute waitresses.  What do you
say?
Gatrie:  Hey, that's a great idea!  Oh, but... I don't have any money.  Sorry,
Shinon.  Maybe some other time.
Shinon:  Forget it.  It's my treat.
Gatrie:  Are...are you sure?
Shinon:  Yep.
Gatrie:  Hee hee hee!
Shinon:  What's so funny?
Gatrie:  Supper on your gold piece?  This is my lucky day!
Shinon:  Hopeless.

Gatrie/Ilyana

Support C

Gatrie:  You there, young lady!
Ilyana:  ...
Gatrie:  Hello?  Yes, you...the cute one!
Ilyana:  ...
Gatrie:  Oooh, I get it.  Playing hard to get, eh?  Tee hee hee!
Ilyana:  Um...  Are you...talking to me?
Gatrie:  Phew, I finally got your attention.  Aren't you a sly little minx!
Ilyana:  Oh...
Gatrie:  So...what's your name, cutie?
Ilyana:  My name?  Well...  It's Ilyana, but...
Gatrie:  Ilyana, eh?  That's a cute name.
Ilyana:  Oh...it is?
Gatrie:  I'm Gatrie.  But I'm sure you already knew that.
Ilyana:  Um...well, actually...
Gatrie:  Of course, I'm sure you've heard all about my victories on the
battlefield.  Oh, there was that business with the dragon...
Ilyana:  Excuse me, I have to go.
Gatrie:  I know she'll never forget me!  Ilyana...  You will be mine!

Support B

Gatrie:  Ilyana!
Ilyana:  Oh, hello...
Gatrie:  I picked these beautiful flowers just for you!
Ilyana:  Oh...
Gatrie:  W-what?  You don't like them?
Ilyana:  Well...
Gatrie:  Oh, good!  So you DO like them!
Ilyana:  It's just that...  Um...
Gatrie: ...No good, eh?  Then what about this broach?  Isn't it fashionable?  I
picked it up at a quaint little curio shop I stumbled upon.
Ilyana:  Oh...
Gatrie:  That's no good, either?  Are you sure you won't take it?
Ilyana:  Well...  It's nice, but...
Gatrie:  ...  Oh!  So you love it, right?  Just like you love big, strong
knights?
Ilyana:  Excuse me...
Gatrie:  Hmmm.  She's a tough one to swoon.  I'll just have to pour it on even
thicker!  There's no way I'm going to let such a gorgeous girl slip away!

Support A

Gatrie:  Ilyana!  I just found this exquisite seashell on the shore.  Isn't it
stunning?  Here, why don't you take it?
Ilyana:  Oh...
Gatrie:  Not interested, are you?
Ilyana:  It's not that--
Gatrie:  You don't want it, do you?
Ilyana:  Not really...
Gatrie:  Hmm, this tactic isn't working.  To be honest, I was thinking that if
I gave you something you liked, you might come out to dinner with me sometime.
Ilyana:  Oh!  I wouldn't mind joining you...
Gatrie:  For dinner?
Ilyana:  Yes...for dinner.
Gatrie:  Really!?  Brillant!  I, Gatrie, will deliver you to the finest
purveyor of salacious foods in all the realm!
Ilyana:  G-Gatrie...?  Oh, that's right...  Now I remember...
Gatrie:  Huh?  Did you say something?
Ilyana:  Oh, nothing...
Gatrie:  Hmmm...  Well, never mind.  I'll see you later!
Ilyana:  Gatrie...Gatrie...  Remember that name!  He's going to take me out to
the finest restaurant!  Tasty food...  Oh, I can't wait!

Gatrie/Marcia

Support C

Gatrie:  Marcia!  How are you doing, beautiful?
Marcia:  Huh?  How do you know my name?
Gatrie:  Why wouldn't I know the name of a cute girl like you?!  You know,
there was a time when Titania was the only woman in this mercenary group.
Things have really started to shape up while I was away.  Mmm...  Not bad at
all.
Marcia:  Oh, nice line, chump.  I'm swooning.  Waaaait...  You were a member of
the Greil Mercenaries?
Gatrie:  Yep.  Actually, I was a senior member.
Marcia:  I knew it!  You were one of the guys that saved me from those boat
monkeys, weren't you?
Gatrie:  Boat monk...  You mean the pirates?  Uh...of course!  That was me!
Marcia:  Aw, heck!  That's fantastic!  I was so grateful for the help.  Lemme
do something to return the favor!
Gatrie:  That's nice of you to say, but having someone as gorgeous and talented
as you join us is payment enough.  I need nothing more!
Marcia:  Whoa...that's a lot of pressure.  I had no idea people depended on me
so much.  In any case, I'll keep doing my best!  Wish me luck!
Gatrie:  She's so adorable!  She will be mine...  Oh, yes.
She...will...be...mine.

Support B

Marcia:  Heya, big fella!  What are you doing today?
Gatrie:  Marcia!  Good to see you.  Actually, I was just about to meet up with
Ike for a little sparring session.
Marcia:  W-what!?  You're going to fight the commander?!
Gatrie:  You bet I am!  That's why I asked you to stop by.  I wanted to invite
you along so you could check me out in action.  Now, don't get my wrong...  Ike
is a strong commander.  But he doesn't have a chance to match my overwhelming
physical power!  It's breathtaking, really.
Marcia:  Breathtaking?  Really...  I can't wait to see this, Gatrie.
Gatrie:  Ha ha ha!  Well, what can I say?  Why don't you just kick back and
watch me unleash the raw fury of these mighty arms!  Hhhrraaaawwww!  Ike!
Now's your chance to give up, cur!  No?!  All right, don't say I didn't warn
you!  Here we go!  This one's for you, Marcia!  Haaaarrrgggg!!  ...Bwaaa!
Marcia:  Ooooh, jerky!  That looked painful.
Gatrie:  Whoa there, Ike.  Don't make me get tough on you...  Hey!  T-tale it
easy!  Ooof...  Ooof!  Ouch!  Aghhhhhh!
Marcia:  Uhhh...is he going to be all right?  Gatrie?  ...Gaaaatrie?  Oh,
crackers.

Support A

Marcia:  Heya, Gatrie.
Gatrie:  ...
Marcia:  What's the matter, big fella?  You're looking down.
Gatrie:  It's better if you don't talk to me at all, Marcia.  Don't even give
me a second look.  I'm nothing but dirt.  I'm worse than dirt...  I'm sludge!
Marcia:  Oh, boy...  This is about the other day, isn't it?  When you got
beaten down by--
Gatrie:  Don't remind me!  I was such a fool!  I can't believe I let you see me
get smacked around like that.  I might as well throw in the towel now.  I'm
just a big loser...
Marcia:  No you're not!  So Ike beat you that time.  Big deal!  Ike beats
everybody!  I was still impressed by your all-or-nothing attitude.
Gatrie:  Really!?
Marcia:  Really!  You're both fierce fighters.  Hey, what do you say to being
my training partner one of these days?  I want both you and Ike to teach me
some of your fighting skills.
Gatrie:  Of course!
Marcia:  Great!  It'll be a hoot!  I'm looking forward to it!  See you later!
Gatrie:  ...  I was felling angry at Ike for humiliating me like that...  But
maybe it will all work out after all.  Until later, my sweet Marcia!

Gatrie/Astrid

Support C

Gatrie:  Hey there, Astrid!  Have I told you yet just how glad I am that you've
joined our little band of warriors?
Astrid:  No, but I'm flattered that you say so.  I'm glad to be riding with you
as well.  I heard you were once among Ike's band of mercenaries.  Is that true?
Gatrie:  Oh, yeah...  We go way back.  I've been through a lot with them.  Is
there anything I can help you out with?  I'm always glad to assist such a
beautiful girl.
Astrid:  Oh...  Thank you, Gatrie.  Actually...  Will you teach me how to fight
like a mercenary?
Gatrie:  Eh?  You want to fight like a mercenary?
Astrid:  I don't have much fighting experience.  I want to learn so I can hold
my own in a battle.  I don't want to be a burden.
Gatrie:  Oh, I get it!  That's very admirable, Astrid!  Er...  But now isn't
the best time for that.  I'm a little sore from...  uh...lifting heavy
things...  Blast!  Where' Titania when you need her?  I don't know the first
thing about training people...
Astrid:  Sorry?  I didn't catch that.
Gatrie:  Ha ha!  No, nothing at all!  Let's train some other day!  I want to
make sure I'm totally prepared!
Astrid:  Perhaps next time, then.  I'm looking forward to it!
Gatrie:  She's so cute...  and she asked me to teach her how to fight!  That
must mean...  Yes!  I knew it!  She wants me!  She's crazy for me!  This is
going to be fun.

Support B

Astrid:  Gatrie?  I'm here for my lesson.  Are you ready?
Gatrie:  Of course, of course!  Er...ahem.  All right then.  Let's begin!
Astrid:  I'm eagerly awaiting your first instruction.
Gatrie:  Er...  Every soldier has a role, and it's important that everyone does
what everyone is best at.  With the right strategy, three soldiers can fight
with the strength of ten!
Astrid:  I see...  So everyone must fight to their strength.  All right, I got
it.
Gatrie:  My job as a knight is to bravely step up and shield my allies from
vicious, marauding attackers!  I'm like an armored wall!  Then, the others can
launch an attack from behind my impenetrable frame.  Archers wait safely behind
me and strike from a distance, while mounted units can ride in and crush the
enemy.  Well, that's what I hear...  Er, I mean...that's pretty much how it all
goes down in the heat of combat!
Astrid:  I see, but...
Gatrie:  Don't worry!  You can stay safely behind me.  It's far too dangerous
for you to venture away from me.  Stay close...  Yes, VEEERY close!  Go on,
don't be shy!
Astrid:  All right...  I'll stay close.  Oh, may I ask you just one more
question?
Gatrie:  Ask anything!
Astrid:  Since I'm on horseback and you're on foot, won't we move at different
speeds?  What should I do?
Gatrie:  Hmmm...  In that case...  Um...  Yaaaaa!  I can't remember what
Titania said...
Astrid:  Pardon me?
Gatrie:  Oh, nothing!  Nothing at all. Hah!  Just talking to myself!  We'll get
into that in your next lesson.
Astrid:  Right, of course.  I sure learned a lot today.  You'll coach me again,
won't you?  Thank you, Gatrie!  Good-bye.
Gatrie:  She wants to me to teach her again!  I knew she was crazy about me!
And why not...these muscles are breathtaking!  I can't wait to see her again!

Support A

Astrid:  I'm ready for today's lesson, Gatrie!
Gatrie:  Great!  Er...right.  Let's begin where we left off last time.  Do you
know what adaptation means?
Astrid:  I certainly do.
Gatrie:  See adaptation is...  Wait...you do?
Astrid:  It means changing your strategy to take advantage of different
circumstances.
Gatrie:  Ahhh...  So that's what it means...  Er, yes!  That's exactly right!
You're smart AND beautiful, Astrid!  I knew what adaptation meant.  I just
wanted to test my favorite student, and she passed!
Astrid:  Oh, you flatter me!  Thank you for your kind words.
Gatrie:  Well, I do have one more test question...  Er...do you...have a
boyfriend?
Astrid:  A boyfriend?
Gatrie:  That's right!  Oh, don't worry!  I don't happen to have a girlfriend.
You know...for the moment.
Astrid:  I don't have a boyfriend.  But...  I do have a fiance.
Gatrie:  What?!  A fiance?!
Astrid:  Yes.
Gatrie:  Well, er...  Congratulations!
Astrid:  Gatrie!  Do you have something in your eye?
Gatrie:  Oh...  Don't worry about me.  ...Sniff...  Sniff...  As long as you're
happy...  ...Sniiiifff...
Astrid:  Gatrie!  Where are you going?
Gatrie:  I screwed up again!  I thought I had a chance this time, too.  Hmmm...
Wait...  She said she had a fiance, didn't she?  Going out of her way to tell
me that...  She must want me to swoon her off her feet and steal her away!
That's it!  She should have just said so!  Wait for me, Astrid!

SOREN:

Soren/Ike

Support C

Soren:  So that's how much we spent...  Supplies are running low.  We need
dried meat, fresh fruit...  Ike?  Are you listening?
Ike:  Huh?  Oh, sorry.  I wasn't paying attention.
Soren:  I would have never guessed.
Ike:  Sorry, Soren.  Look, could you run the report by me again?
Soren:  You're tired, Ike.  You need rest.  Go find a cot somewhere.
Ike:  You can tell?
Soren:  Of course.  When you're not feeling well, your left eye twitches.
Ike:  That's...odd.  I never noticed.
Soren:  Get some sleep.  I can manage things for a few hours.
Ike:  Well, I am pretty beat...
Soren:  Go.
Ike:  You know, Soren?  You're not nearly as insensitive as the others say.
Deep down, you're a big softie.
Soren:  Excuse me?
Ike:  Oh, nothing.  I'm going.
Soren:  Mmm.  Don't let the bedbugs bite.

Support B

Soren:  ...
Ike:  Do you have a second, Soren?
Soren:  What is it, Ike?
Ike:  What's wrong?  You've been quiet and moody for days.  What's going on?
Soren:  Um...  Well, it's...
Ike:  Yes?
Soren:  ...It's nothing.  ...  ...You've never worried about who you are, have
you?  Your family?  Where you come from?
Ike:  Who I am...?  Well, not really.  No.  I guess I don't understand what
you're getting at.  I had a father and a mother.  I don't remember much about
her, but otherwise, no complaints.
Soren:  It must be...nice to have loving parents.  You need people to
experience your childhood.  To help shape the person you will become.  Without
an adult around to affirm and support them, a child can't know which path to
take.  Or who he really is.
Ike:  Don't you have any memory of your parents?
Soren:  No.  The woman who raised me was not my birth mother.  And she wasn't
all that fond of me, anyway...  My earliest memories are of her saying, "Why
me?  The world isn't fair!" or "Stay away from me, child!"  No love.  No
affection.  She took care of me out of some sense of duty that she didn't
really possess.
Ike: ...
Soren:  When I was about four, a nearby sage came by and asked to take me in.
He said I possessed rare magical talent.  I remember the day clearly.  My
caretaker was delighted to give me up.  In fact, she seemed almost delirious
with pleasure.  Smiling like a madwoman as she handed me over...  The sage even
gave her gold as compensation.  Not that it was necessary.
Ike:  Oh, Soren...  I had no idea.
Soren:  The sage was old, and knew that death would soon come for him.  His
only goal was to teach his art to an apprentice.  As time was short, he put me
through terribly rigorous magic training.  We worked day and night, without
cease.  I didn't even have time to think about who I really was.  But it was
still a better life than I had ever known.  When the sage died two years later,
I had acquired much magical skill.  Perhaps too much for a child my age...  At
any rate, once I had eaten all of the food in the sage's hovel, I left and
walked for days to find help.  Upon reaching civilization, I came to another
grim realization...  I couldn't speak.  Not a word.
Ike:  Soren...
Soren:  Oh, I could read and write better than most of the villagers.  And I
could understand what they said.  I just couldn't talk.  I couldn't help it.
The woman and the sage both used to hurl words at me.  Unkind words, usually.
But I never needed to answer, so--
Ike:  Soren!
Soren:  Huh?  Oh...  I apologize, Ike.  I should not have made you listen to
such nonsense...
Ike:  Soren, it's no nonsense!  It's awful!  It's the most terrible thing I've
ever heard!  Where did this happen?  Was it in Begnion?
Soren:  No...  But, there's more.  I haven't told you...  About my parents...
No, that's enough.  I'm sorry.  Excuse me...
Ike:  Wait, Soren?  Soren!  Blast!

Support A

Ike:  Hey, Soren.
Soren:  ...
Ike:  I've been thinking a lot about what you said the other day, and there's
something I don't understand.  You survived.  You're strong.  Why would you
feel insecure about who you are?  Tell me.  Tell me everything.
Soren:  Curse you!  Why can't you leave me be?!  I don't have any friends, Ike!
I don't have anyone else!  If I tell you and you turn on me...  I...  I...  I
don't think I can survive it.
Ike:  That's why you have to tell me, Soren.  You'll never tell anyone else.
And if you don't tell anyone, you're just going to keep suffering.  Look at
you!  You're a mess!  Come on.  Talk to me.
Soren:  Ike...  I...  I...
Ike:  Soren, it's me!  Trust me.  I don't give two figs who your parents are!
I'll stand by you.
Soren:  Ike, I...sniff...  No, I won't...  ...sniff...Ah, Ike...  ...I'm...
Branded.  I'm one of the Branded.
Ike:  A Branded?  What's that?
Soren:  It's a cross between a beorc and a laguz.  Such a taboo union violates
every teaching of the goddess.  And of society.  We are untouchables.
Abominations.  Condemned to a life of hatred and shunning from both races.
Ike:  Wait, wait.  Hold it a second.  Let me make sure that I follow you...
You're part laguz?
Soren:  Yeah.  This mark on my forehead is the proof.  I learned about it while
researching ancient books at the Mainal Cathedral.  I always thought it was a
birthmark.  Others thought that it was the mark of a Spirit Charmer.
Ike:  What's a Spirit Charmer?
Soren:  Magic comes from interaction with spirits.  If you let one into your
body, it will give you tremendous power...for a price.  That's why the old sage
was so interested in me.  He thought I had struck such a deal.  But instead, I
was just a filthy Branded.
Ike:  All right.  I understand.  So?
Soren:  ...What do you mean, "so?"
Ike:  So, you have laguz blood in your veins.  So, you have a mark to prove it.
So...  What's the problem?
Soren:  What's the problem...?  Don't you find me repugnant!?  I work beside
you, eat beside you.  I'm nothing!  I don't belong anywhere!  Doesn't that
sicken you?
Ike:  No.  It doesn't change anything.  You're still you, Soren!  You're a
capable officer of our army.  And my friend.  We can't keep going unless you
are with us.
Soren:  ...Ike...  I thought...  I thought you...
Ike:  What?
Soren:  It was Gallia.  The sage lived in Gallia.  A few beorcs had settled
there and...
Ike:  Gallia?  Are you saying...
Soren:  When the sage died, no one would help me.  I couldn't speak.  Couldn't
find food.  I was dying.  You were the only one who helped.  You and your
father.  That's why you're my friend.  My...only friend.

Soren/Stefan

Support C

Stefan:  ...
Soren:  Who goes there?
Stefan:  Don't be so alarmed.  I'm...one of yours.
Soren:  One of ours?  Unlikely.
Stefan:  Yes, one of your kind.  I see that you pretend to be something you
aren't and have lived among foreigners.
Soren:  ... I, I...
Stefan:  Hmmm...I see that I've puzzled you.  I'll let you stew on what I have
said.  Let's sit and talk next time our paths cross.
Soren: ...

Support B

Soren:  ...
Stefan:  You don't fit in with this roving band of beorc, do you?  Your stone
sticks out from the wall.
Soren:  Oh.  It's you again.
Stefan:  Come down to the colony in Grann Desert.  Others live there.  Others
like you.  You know...the Branded.
Soren:  I don't know what you're babbling about, but you're embarrassing
yourself.  I belong here, thank you.
Stefan:  I see...  Well, if that's the case, I won't twist your arm.
Soren:  ...

Support A

Stefan:  This war will be over soon enough.  Why are you still pretending to be
something  you aren't?
Soren:  Why do you keep bringing this up?  I don't know what you're talking
about!
Stefan:  You're Branded--there's no doubt about it.  I can tell.  I'm just like
you.
Soren:  ...
Stefan:  You've grown quite good at hiding it.  But, it's merely a matter of
time before your heritage becomes...evident.
Soren:  ...Evident?
Stefan:  You may have started to notice.  We age differently than the beorc.
Of course, the specifics of it depend on the type of laguz blood that flows in
your veins.
Soren:  I thought I was aging normally...  Well, until about three years ago.
Stefan:  You won't be able to remain in the same place.  Beorc aren't very
observant, but even they will soon catch on.
Soren:  That may be true...  But I will not leave Ike's side.
Stefan:  ...  When the times comes--and you will know when--ride to Grann
Desert.  You have friends there.
Soren:  ...

MIA:

Mia/Rhys

Support C

Mia:  Oh...  It's you?  YOU!?  RHYS!?  Well, can't be picky, I guess...
Hiyaaa!  Take this weapon, cur!
Rhys:  Um...  Oh, hello, Mia.  What is this?  A sword?  Yes, I think that's
right...  Ooof!  It's heavy!
Mia:  Yessir!  Who would have thought it was going to be you!?  Funny, that.
Now...  Get ready! En garde!
Rhys:  Yaaaa!  Wait!  S-stop, please!  I don't know what's going on!  I c-can't
use weapons!
Mia:  Whaaat!?  Oh, come on.  You can use them a little, right?  Riiiight?
Rhys:  No!  I've never even touched one before...  B-but if you just want me to
hold it, I can.  Hmmm...  I hold this end, right?
Mia:  ...  Oh, this is so disappointing!  I had my fortune read the other day,
and the old crone told me that I'd soon come across my one true foe!  "With
white robes flowing in the breeze, your archrival rides toward you..."  Oh, I
was so looking forward to it!
Rhys:  Um...sorry to disappoint you.  I'm pretty sure that it's not me.
Mia:  Aw, it's not your fault, Rhys.  I was just prepped for a big fight with
my archrival, and then you came walking by...  Thought maybe it was you, you
know?
Rhys:  Um...  I can just stand here and hold the sword if you want to hit it a
few times.
Mia:  Nah, forget it.  I don't want you to get hurt.  I'll give up for today...
Shucks.

Support B

Rhys:  Oh, hello, Mia.  Um...  You're not going to throw a sword at me again,
are you?
Mia:  Huh?  Oh, heya, Rhys.  I was hoping to run into someone today...  And
guess what?  You showed up!
Rhys:  Ahhh!  Not that fortune-telling again!  L-look, I d-didn't mean to
interrupt you...  Let me just back away now...
Mia:  No!  Stick around!  I could be wrong.  Maybe fortune-telling can't
predict the future after all...  Too bad!  That crone had a great reputation.
Wait...  Maaaaaybe...
Rhys:  Yes?
Mia:  Do you want to train with me, Rhys?
Rhys:  Huh?
Mia:  Oh, why didn't I see it before!  You have what it takes to be a legendary
swordsman!  You just don't realize it yet.  There is awesome potential within
you.  And when you finally realize it, you'll end up clashing with me as my
grand archrival!
Rhys:  Hah!  Haaa...  Um...  I don't think that's likely to happen, Mia.
Although...it's true that I once wanted to be a fighter, back when I was a
frail child.
Mia:  Aha!  I knew it!  You can't give up unharnessed talent like yours just
because you're frail!  Give it a try.  C'mon!  I'll train you myself!  We'll
start with the basics.
Rhys:  You...will?
Mia:  Of course...even if I am training the man that will one day be my most
hated rival!  We better get cracking!

Support A

Mia:  Uhhh...look, I'm really sorry.  It looks like I pushed you a little hard.
Rhys:  No...I wanted to be a myrmidon.  And I had fun...  Well...before the
cramps started.  Oooh, the cramps...  Yaaaaa...
Mia:  Are you sure you're well?  You've been running a fever for days!  Are you
really going to battle like this?
Rhys:  It'll be fine.  I'm not overdoing it.  I'll just support everyone from
the rearguard.  And I'll have you looking out for me, right?
Mia:  Of course!  I feel responsible for your safety.  I always try to look out
for you and make sure you're holding up.  You know, I've been thinking for a
bit...  And...  Um...  And I've decided to stop believing in fortune-telling.
Rhys:  Well...maybe the fortune's meaning was just mixed up--
Mia:  Hogwash!  No more excuses!  It's all a bunch of hooey!  But hey, wait a
second...  "With white robes flowing in the breeze, your archrival rides toward
you..."  ...RIDES toward you...  Could he be a mounted soldier and not a
myrmidon?
Rhys:  Huh?
Mia:  You may be horse-riding material, Rhys.  Yeah, that's it!  Marching is a
lot easier on horseback.  Wouldn't that be better for you?
Rhys:  What!?  Me on h-horseback!?
Mia:  Yeah!  You wear white, too!  Don't you think you'd look dashing on
horseback!?  Swing your staff from the top of a horse and I'll fight in style
beside you!
Rhys:  Whoa...hold it right there, Mia...
Mia:  All right!  It's settled, then!  We've got to get you training!
Rhys:  Hold it!  You've got the wrong guy...
Mia:  No, I don't.  We're destined to meet!
Rhys:  We are?
Mia:  Yes!  I can't think of anyone else that could be the man of my destiny!
Rhys:  D-destiny!?  Wait a second...  I thought I was your archrival!
Mia:  Never mind the details!  I am counting on you, Rhys!

Mia/Ilyana

Support C

Mia:  Hah!  Today is a good day.  I'm feeling lucky!  Maybe I'll meet someone
to duel...  Maybe my true archrival!
Ilyana:  ...
Mia:  Ack!  You scared me!  Hah!  Sneaking up behind me like that...  You're a
crafty one!
Ilyana:  Um...sorry.  Please let me pass...
Mia:  Huh?  Oh, sure...
Ilyana:  Excuse me...
Mia:  So, do you want to duel?  At dawn, perhaps?  I love dueling at dawn!
Awww...never mind.  It wouldn't be much of a challenge.  You're looking a bit
sickly.
Ilyana:  Sorry...  I'm just feeling weak.
Mia:  She looks so...fragile.  Maybe I should watch her back.  Just to make
sure nothing bad happens to her...  Oh well...back to sword practice!

Support B

Mia:  Oh, I remember you from the other day.
Ilyana:  Hello...
Mia:  You're staggering again.  Is there something wrong with you?
Ilyana:  No...  I'm fine.  Really.
Mia:  But you look sickly and ill.  Why don't you go and see a priest?
Ilyana:  I'm quite all right.  The last time I saw a priest, he said I wasn't
sick.
Mia:  Hmm...  Are you sure you weren't being bilked?  Was he a real priest?
You look like you're about to keel over.
Ilyana:  I'm fine.
Mia:  Meh.  Have it your way...  Can you even walk?
Ilyana:  Yes, of course...  I'll see you later.
Mia:  Where are you going?  That's a dead end!  Hold up for a moment.  I'll
come with you!  You'll never find anything without me.
Ilyana:  Thank you...

Support A

Mia:  I can't seem to focus today.  I sense my foes out there, hiding in the
trees and snickering at me!  Haaaa!  Take that, foe!  You know, I haven't seen
Ilyana lately.  I hope she's all right.  Hmm...   Well, can't do anything about
it now...  I need to get back to practice.  One...two...strike!
One...two...stab!  Hey!  What was that?  Ugh!  What did I just step on?  It
feels...squishy.
Ilyana:  ...
Mia:  Aaaack!  Why are you on the ground?!  Are you dead?  Gravely injured?
Perhaps slightly wounded?
Ilyana:  No, no...
Mia:  Well?  What's wrong?
Ilyana:  I'm just...hungry.
Mia:  Huh?  Hungry?  Why don't you quit your whining and have a biscuit?
Ilyana:  So...hungry.  Please...if you have anything...
Mia:  Hold on a minute!  Don't tell me you're always staggering around and
fainting because you need a snack!
Ilyana:  Yes...  As soon as I finish eating, I get hungry again.  That's why I
faint.
Mia:  Well, I don't have any food on me right now.  I'll go get you something
right away, though.  We can't have you passed out on the ground like this!
Ilyana:  Please...don't leave...
Mia:  Whoa there!  Let go!  Hey!  Stop trying to eat my foot!
Ilyana:  Mmmm...so...tasty...
Mia:  No, no, no!  I can't have you feasting on my limbs!  Somebody bring this
girl some food!  Anything, people!  Old leather shoes, fruitcake...anything!

Mia/Largo

Support C

Mia:  Wow!  Look at the arms on that one!
Largo:  Hmmm?  My arms?
Mia:  They're huge!  By the way, I'm Mia.  I'm a myrmidon searching for a sworn
rival.  Do you want to spar?
Largo:  Spar?  With you?  Ummm...  I don't know.
Mia:  What do you mean you don't know?
Largo:  I'm not sure how I feel about sparring with a girl.
Mia:  But I'm a dangerous myrmidon!  A graceful whirlwind of singing steel!
Largo:  I don't know how to put this, but... shouldn't you be doing something
more domestic than fighting with a sword?  I don't know...maybe knitting?  Or
cooking?  I guess you could learn to be a mage...
Mia:  ...For your personal safety, I hope you aren't saying that I can't fight
because I'm a woman.
Largo:  Well...
Mia:  All right, you brought this on yourself!  Get ready to fight!
Largo:  Uhhh...  I was only saying that people need to be more peaceful.
Yeah...that's it.  Hey, I've got an idea!  Let's see who can knit better.
Mia:  Enough talk!  Time to fight!

Support B

Mia:  Hey, Largo!
Largo:  Oh, it's you again.  Hey, um...  Sorry about, you know, what I said the
other day.  My arms and legs are sorry, too.  Oh...the bruises...
Mia:  Don't worry about it.  But you know why I'm here!
Largo:  Huh?  Why?!  Please don't hurt me!
Mia:  What else?  I came here to get more sparring practice!  I'm always in
search of my true nemesis!
Largo:  You want to fight again?  I know you like to spar, but this is crazy!
Mia:  So you're saying I can't win again because I'm a woman?
Largo:  What?!  No!  No no!  Noooooo!  I didn't say that.  I don't want to spar
you!
Mia:  I know exactly what you meant!  Well, prepare to feel the wrath of my
training sword again!  And if that doesn't teach you, we'll train some more
tomorrow!
Largo:  Whoa...this is all a misunderstanding!  You can't expect me to fight
you again.  Look at these bruises!
Mia:  You should have thought about that before spouting off about male
superiority again.  Get your axe ready!
Largo:  But I didn't say anything!!  Oooh, all right.  I'm going to be sore
tomorrow...
Mia:  Hah!  I'll go easy on you!

Support A

Mia:  You fought...hard...that time!  Who do you think won?
Largo:  It was close, but I think you beat me again.
Mia:  Are you sure?
Largo:  Yep.  I'm bushed.
Mia:  You didn't go easy on me because I'm a woman, did you?
Largo:  Not at all.  It's just I'm no match for that sword arm of yours.
Mia:  ...Oooooh, boy...  I'm beat!  I think I'll go grab some sleep.
Largo:  Wait...  I know you're tired, but can I ask you one question?
Mia:  Sure.
Largo:  Why push yourself so hard.
Mia:  Because I've been told too many times that a sword doesn't belong in the
hands of a woman.  I've got something to prove.
Largo:  Oh...I get it.
Mia:  I understand if I lose to someone with better technique.  When that
happens, I can always hone my skills and work on getting more combat
experience.  If I lose, it's not because I'm a woman.  It's because someone
trained harder than me.  And if that happens, I'll hone my skills and come back
to beat them.
Largo:  Ahhh...  Now I understand how you clobbered me so badly!  But I can't
just lick my wounds.  I'll have to take your advice, get back to practice, and
challenge you again one day.
Mia:  When?
Largo:  Huh?
Mia:  You said you wanted a rematch.  When do you want to do it?  You want a
chance to redeem yourself, right?
Largo:  Bwaaa ha haaaa!  I'm impressed, kid!  I'll just have to keep fighting
you until I win!
Mia:  I'll take you on anytime, Largo!

ILYANA:

Ilyana/Gatrie

Support C

Gatrie:  You there, young lady!
Ilyana:  ...
Gatrie:  Hello?  Yes, you...the cute one!
Ilyana:  ...
Gatrie:  Oooh, I get it.  Playing hard to get, eh?  Tee hee hee!
Ilyana:  Um...  Are you...talking to me?
Gatrie:  Phew, I finally got your attention.  Aren't you a sly little minx!
Ilyana:  Oh...
Gatrie:  So...what's your name, cutie?
Ilyana:  My name?  Well...  It's Ilyana, but...
Gatrie:  Ilyana, eh?  That's a cute name.
Ilyana:  Oh...it is?
Gatrie:  I'm Gatrie.  But I'm sure you already knew that.
Ilyana:  Um...well, actually...
Gatrie:  Of course, I'm sure you've heard all about my victories on the
battlefield.  Oh, there was that business with the dragon...
Ilyana:  Excuse me, I have to go.
Gatrie:  I know she'll never forget me!  Ilyana...  You will be mine!

Support B

Gatrie:  Ilyana!
Ilyana:  Oh, hello...
Gatrie:  I picked these beautiful flowers just for you!
Ilyana:  Oh...
Gatrie:  W-what?  You don't like them?
Ilyana:  Well...
Gatrie:  Oh, good!  So you DO like them!
Ilyana:  It's just that...  Um...
Gatrie: ...No good, eh?  Then what about this broach?  Isn't it fashionable?  I
picked it up at a quaint little curio shop I stumbled upon.
Ilyana:  Oh...
Gatrie:  That's no good, either?  Are you sure you won't take it?
Ilyana:  Well...  It's nice, but...
Gatrie:  ...  Oh!  So you love it, right?  Just like you love big, strong
knights?
Ilyana:  Excuse me...
Gatrie:  Hmmm.  She's a tough one to swoon.  I'll just have to pour it on even
thicker!  There's no way I'm going to let such a gorgeous girl slip away!

Support A

Gatrie:  Ilyana!  I just found this exquisite seashell on the shore.  Isn't it
stunning?  Here, why don't you take it?
Ilyana:  Oh...
Gatrie:  Not interested, are you?
Ilyana:  It's not that-
Gatrie:  You don't want it, do you?
Ilyana:  Not really...
Gatrie:  Hmm, this tactic isn't working.  To be honest, I was thinking that if
I gave you something you liked, you might come out to dinner with me sometime.
Ilyana:  Oh!  I wouldn't mind joining you...
Gatrie:  For dinner?
Ilyana:  Yes...for dinner.
Gatrie:  Really!?  Brillant!  I, Gatrie, will deliver you to the finest
purveyor of salacious foods in all the realm!
Ilyana:  G-Gatrie...?  Oh, that's right...  Now I remember...
Gatrie:  Huh?  Did you say something?
Ilyana:  Oh, nothing...
Gatrie:  Hmmm...  Well, never mind.  I'll see you later!
Ilyana:  Gatrie...Gatrie...  Remember that name!  He's going to take me out to
the finest restaurant!  Tasty food...  Oh, I can't wait!

Ilyana/Mia

Support C

Mia:  Hah!  Today is a good day.  I'm feeling lucky!  Maybe I'll meet someone
to duel...  Maybe my true archrival!
Ilyana:  ...
Mia:  Ack!  You scared me!  Hah!  Sneaking up behind me like that...  You're a
crafty one!
Ilyana:  Um...sorry.  Please let me pass...
Mia:  Huh?  Oh, sure...
Ilyana:  Excuse me...
Mia:  So, do you want to duel?  At dawn, perhaps?  I love dueling at dawn!
Awww...never mind.  It wouldn't be much of a challenge.  You're looking a bit
sickly.
Ilyana:  Sorry...  I'm just feeling weak.
Mia:  She looks so...fragile.  Maybe I should watch her back.  Just to make
sure nothing bad happens to her...  Oh well...back to sword practice!

Support B

Mia:  Oh, I remember you from the other day.
Ilyana:  Hello...
Mia:  You're staggering again.  Is there something wrong with you?
Ilyana:  No...  I'm fine.  Really.
Mia:  But you look sickly and ill.  Why don't you go and see a priest?
Ilyana:  I'm quite all right.  The last time I saw a priest, he said I wasn't
sick.
Mia:  Hmm...  Are you sure you weren't being bilked?  Was he a real priest?
You look like you're about to keel over.
Ilyana:  I'm fine.
Mia:  Meh.  Have it your way...  Can you even walk?
Ilyana:  Yes, of course...  I'll see you later.
Mia:  Where are you going?  That's a dead end!  Hold up for a moment.  I'll
come with you!  You'll never find anything without me.
Ilyana:  Thank you...

Support A

Mia:  I can't seem to focus today.  I sense my foes out there, hiding in the
trees and snickering at me!  Haaaa!  Take that, foe!  You know, I haven't seen
Ilyana lately.  I hope she's all right.  Hmm...   Well, can't do anything about
it now...  I need to get back to practice.  One...two...strike!
One...two...stab!  Hey!  What was that?  Ugh!  What did I just step on?  It
feels...squishy.
Ilyana:  ...
Mia:  Aaaack!  Why are you on the ground?!  Are you dead?  Gravely injured?
Perhaps slightly wounded?
Ilyana:  No, no...
Mia:  Well?  What's wrong?
Ilyana:  I'm just...hungry.
Mia:  Huh?  Hungry?  Why don't you quit your whining and have a biscuit?
Ilyana:  So...hungry.  Please...if you have anything...
Mia:  Hold on a minute!  Don't tell me you're always staggering around and
fainting because you need a snack!
Ilyana:  Yes...  As soon as I finish eating, I get hungry again.  That's why I
faint.
Mia:  Well, I don't have any food on me right now.  I'll go get you something
right away, though.  We can't have you passed out on the ground like this!
Ilyana:  Please...don't leave...
Mia:  Whoa there!  Let go!  Hey!  Stop trying to eat my foot!
Ilyana:  Mmmm...so...tasty...
Mia:  No, no, no!  I can't have you feasting on my limbs!  Somebody bring this
girl some food!  Anything, people!  Old leather shoes, fruitcake...anything!

Ilyana/Mordecai

Support C

Ilyana: Ah...
Mordecai:  You look sickly.
Ilyana:  I... I...know you...
Mordecai: I am Mordecai.  You are Ilyana.  We have not met.
Ilyana:  You're right...  I keep to myself, mostly...  Even though we're on the
same side,  I'm often forgetten.  Ah...  Whoa...
Mordecai:  Mmm?  What is wrong?
Ilyana:  I'm...  I'm sorry.  I got a little dizzy, there.  Don't worry about
it.  It happens all the time.
Mordecai:  Hmmm...  You are skinny.  Even for a beorc.  Can you fight?
Ilyana:  I can...Somehow.
Mordecai:  But you are as thin as a paper.  Won't the enemy tear you to shreds?
Ilyana:  There's nothing I can do about my size.  When that happens... I'm
ready...
Mordecai:  Grr...  I don't like the sound of that.  Stay close to my side.  I
will keep your skinny beorc body safe.
Ilyana:  R-really?  Thank you, Mordecai.

Support B

Mordecai:  Urrrrgh!
Ilyana:  Hello, Mordecai.  Wow, are you carrying all those crates by yourself?
That's incredible!
Mordecai:  Grrrrr!  Count on me for a strong back and a pair of paws.
Uuuuuurrrrrrffffff!  These are the last ones.
Ilyana:  How can you carry all those at once?  I could never do that.
Mordecai:  Eat big meals and get meat on your bones.  Then you can lift crates
like me.
Ilyana:  I would love to eat big meals...  But I can't.  Because...well...  I
have no money...  That's why I faint all the time.
Mordecai:  Mmm?  You go hungry because you don't have money for food?  That
shames us all.  It will end now.  Take my gold...  Go!  Feast!  Eat as much as
you want.  Become fat and happy, little beorc.
Ilyana:  Really?  Are you...sure?
Mordecai:  Yes.
Ilyana:  Anything?  Anything at all?
Mordecai:  I would not lie to a hungry beorc.
Ilyana:  Thank you, Mordecai...  I don't know what to say...  You're like an
angel.
Mordecai:  Me?  No...stop.  You embarrass me.

Support A

Ilyana:  Thank you for your generosity the other day, Mordecai...  Nobody has
ever done anything like that for me...
Mordecai:  Do not thank me.  We are friends.  But you ate like a starved bear!
A dozen of me could not eat that much mutton stew!
Ilyana:  The food was delicious.  I could have eaten more!
Mordecai:  I would feed you again, but you ate through all my beorc money.
Where do you put all that food?
Ilyana:  Well...in my stomach...
Mordecai:  You are like the furry little squirrels that live with us in the
woods.  Always stuffing food in their mouths.  Half beorc, half squirrel.
That's you.
Ilyana:  Haha!  Maybe you're right!  Squirrels, huh?  That's cute.
Mordecai:  So...when do you hibernate?
Ilyana:  Hibernate?  I don't hibernate!

Ilyana/Zihark

Support C

Zihark: Uh...Ilyana? What are you staring at?
Ilyana: Oh? Er... The bag on your hip.
Zihark: It's nothing special. I just carry a vulnerary and some snacks in
there. Why? Is there something wrong with it?
Ilyana: Oooh... It smells delicious...
Zihark: Really? That's odd. It's just some dried meat.
Ilyana: Dried meat! So...savory... I'm just...you know. I'm hungry.
Zihark: You're hungry? But I just saw you shoveling down some roast rabbit a
few minutes ago!  You may look frail, but you can sure throw down the chow!
Well, I'm off. Talk to you later!
Ilyana: Oh...good-bye.  What am I going to do? I should have told him I'm
starving and nearly ready to collapse from hunger pains.  Maybe then he would
have given me some of his delicious-smelling snacks. I need food!

Support B

Ilyana: Er... Hello...
Zihark: Hello, Ilyana. You're hungry again, aren't you?
Ilyana: No.  Maybe.  Fine...yes.  I'm starving!
Zihark:  How can you possibly eat so much and still be hungry?  Last night you
swiped the chicken wing right out of my hands!  Does casting a few spells
really make you that hungry?
Ilyana: To be honest, I don't know why I'm so hungry.  I'm never full.  I
always get hungry as soon as I eat.  Normally, I eat about as much food as five
people.  Today was tough because I only got enough food for three.
Zihark: What?!  That's just incredible!  That sounds like a serious problem.
Well...good luck with that.
Ilyana:  Er... Excuse me?  Can you wait for a moment?
Zihark: What?
Ilyana: Err... Haven't you forgotten something?
Zihark: Now, let me think... Nope!  Didn't forget anything.
Ilyana: Oh...my mistake, then.
Zihark: See you later!
Ilyana: ... Everyone gave me something to eat but him...

Support A

Ilyana:  Oh...
Zihark:  Hi, Ilyana.  I'm bumping into you all over the place these days.
Ilyana:  Yes, you're right.  ...
Zihark:  What's wrong?  You look a little... different today.
Ilyana:  Really?  How so?
Zihark:  Yes, definitely.  You're looking cuter than usual.
Ilyana:  Really?!
Zihark:  Yeah, definitely a little cuter.
Ilyana: ...
Zihark:  You're hungry, though.  I can tell from you the feral look in your
eyes.
Ilyana:  Feral?!  Excuse me?
Zihark:  You're a bit of a celebrity among the men in the unit.  They say you
lure them in with your cute face and then run off with their snacks.
Ilyana:  They do?
Zihark:  Oh, yes they do!  You're a beef jerky thief, aren't you?  I know about
the apple pie incident, too.  Yeah... I know your tricks.  Is it true that you
don't remember their names, even after they buy you an expensive meal?  That's
just terrible.
Ilyana:  No!  It's just that...  I collapse into a coma when I get too hungry!
That's why I've got to accept everyone's generous food offers.
Zihark:  Then at least remember their names!  Even if you had ulterior motives,
everyone likes...  Er... Is kind to you.
Ilyana:  Sorry...
Zihark:  Don't apologize to me.  You didn't take my apple tart.
Ilyana:  All right.
Zihark:  Well, shall we get going?
Ilyana:  Pardon me?
Zihark:  You're hungry, right?  I feel bad about preaching to you, so this
dinner is on me.
Ilyana:  Are you sure?
Zihark:  I'm sure.  I can't have you going hungry on me.  However, I'm not
rich.  All I can afford is two dinners.
Ilyana:  That's...so kind.  That should be enough.  I'm so happy!  Oh, thank
you so much...  Um...  Er... Ike?  No wait!  Um...  Bill?  Lance?  Sword guy?
Zihark:  Zihark.
Ilyana:  Zihark!  Oh, I really appreciate it...

Lucia/Ilyana

Support C

Lucia:  Well, well... Look at this cute little thing.  So you're a mage, huh?
I'm Lucia.  I'm a soldier in the royal Crimean army, and I thank you for
joining our cause.
Ilyana:  I'm Ilyana...  I'm with Greil's Merc...  Oh...
Lucia:  What's wrong?  Are you all right?
Ilyana:  Yes, don't mind me...
Lucia:  Look at you!  You're skinner than a sword edge!  All this marching must
be hard on you.
Ilyana:  I fall down sometimes...  I just can't keep up,
Lucia:  That's no good!  If that happens on the battlefield, you're as good as
meat.  You've got to stay fit and battle ready.
Ilyana:  Yes...ma'am.
Lucia:  You're sounding faint.  Hang on.  Don't collapse on me!  Here, let me
help you.  Let's get you back to your tent.
Ilyana:  I can't move...  Hungry...so hungry...
Lucia:  Wait here.  Let me go fetch some food.
Ilyana:  Really...?  You'd do that?
Lucia:  Of course.  What do you think you can eat?
Ilyana:  I'll take anything...
Lucia:  All right.  I'll try to find something big and hearty to give you
strength.  Stay where you are until I come back.
Ilyana:  Thank you so much...

Support B

Lucia:  All right, Ilyana.  Start now.
Ilyana:  Let me give this a try...  Huuuufff...  Haaaaaa...  Huuuffff...
Puuufffff...
Lucia: ...  Wait, Ilyana.  Can you come back here for a moment?
Ilyana:  Yes?  What is it?
Lucia:  I know you're not feeling great...  But I still want you to do some
running.  Exercise is important.  Why not start out slowly?
Ilyana:  Yes..  I'll try.  I... I ran the best I could...
Lucia:  Hah!  That was supposed to be running?!
Ilyana:  Well...
Lucia:  ...Er...  Listen, Ilyana.  I didn't mean to be so harsh.  Nobody is
born great at everything.  It takes hours and hours of practice to get better
at something.  So don't feel bad when you don't excel at something right away.
Is that clear?
Ilyana:  Yes...
Lucia:  Don't worry.  I'll work on it with you.  Go and give it another try.
Ilyana:  All right...  I'll do my best...
Lucia:  Then we can take a break.  Perhaps you'd like some water before you try
again.
Ilyana:  Actually, I'm a little hungry...
Lucia:  Food?  No problem at all.  What would you like to eat?
Ilyana:  Do you remember that meal you made me the other day?  That was so
tasty...  I'd love that again!
Lucia:  You liked it that much, huh?  Then I'll set to work making you another
big helping!  But...you'll have to run for it!
Ilyana:  It's a deal.  Thank you...for everything.

Support A

Lucia:  Where's Ilyana?  I told her to wait right here!  Where did she run off
to?
Ilyana:  Lu...  Lucia...
Lucia:  Ilyana!?  Did something happen?
Ilyana:  No...  Just so...  Hungry...  So hungry...
Lucia:  Hungry?  Haven't you been eating?
Ilyana:  No...  Not enough...  I just had five helpings...
Lucia:  What?!  Five helpings?!
Ilyana:  Yes...  Oh, and I took Soren's lamb shank when he wasn't looking.
Lucia:  How much do you usually eat?
Ilyana:  When I cook, I usually make...  six or seven helpings...
Lucia:  Er...  You're not a laguz, are you?
Ilyana:  No...
Lucia:  Listen, Ilyana.  I've put you through some hard training over the last
few days, and it got me thinking.  There is something seriously wrong with
you!!  But I can't leave you like this.  You've made it this far, and we'll get
through whatever it is together.
Ilyana:  Yes...  That makes me happy.  You make me delicious meals...  You're
so beautiful and strong...  I want be with you, Lucia...
Lucia:  Oh, fine.  We might as well go get some food!
Ilyana:  Your cooking...  I can almost taste it...
Lucia:  You're always so hungry...  All right, I'll make you whatever you want.
But you had better train hard!
Ilyana:  Yes!  Oh, I'm so happy!

MIST:

Mist/Titania:

Support C

Titania:  Doing the laundry, Mist?  Here, let me give you a hand.
Mist:  Oh, no, no...  Please, you've been fighting all day.  I couldn't make
you help!
Titania:  We've all had our hands full around here, and you're no exception.
Now, give me some of those...  Wow. Talk about a pile of laundry...
Mist:  Yeah, I'm actually washing everyone else's stuff while I'm at it.  I
thought it would be a good way to thank the others for all their help.
Titania:  Well, it's a thoughtful gesture, but make sure you don't turn it into
a full-time job, all right?  Oh, this one is ripped.
Mist:  Oh, that's my brother's.  He's been fighting too long in these old
things.  Look at it!  It's practically falling apart!  Next time we're in a
town, I'm going to make him buy a new shirt.  If he's going to be commander,
he'd better look the part!
Titania:  Speaking of which...let me see that old thing you're wearing.  The
sleeve is coming apart.  See?
Mist:  Hey, you're right!
Titania:  This is beyond repair.  Your brother's not the only one who could
benefit from a shopping trip.  We'll go together, you and I.
Mist:  I don't know, Titania...  There's so much work to be done around here.
I'm not sure I've got the time, really...
Titania:  I'm telling you, Mist, you're pushing yourself too hard.  Everyone
appreciates your work, but you're leaving no time to relax!
Mist:  Yeah, but...doing the chores helps me relax!  What?  Don't look at me
that way!
Titania:  Mist, that's nonsense. I mean it.  You need to take some time off.
Sometime soon, you and I will go into town, just the two of us.
Mist:  Oh, all right!

Support B

Mist:  I'm sorry about the other day, Titania.  I really did have a good time,
even if I didn't look like it...
Titania:  Don't worry about it Mist!  You did look awfully serious the whole
time, but that just proves to me how much you needed the time off.
Mist:  And I did enjoy seeing the town.  I'd never seen anything quite like it!
But I kept thinking about all the chores waiting here...
Titania:  You're far too considerate of others, Mist.  You're always putting
our needs before your own.  You're so much like Elena in that regard.
Mist: My mother?
Titania:  Yes.  You and she are very much alike.  But you know, Mist, you are
still young.  You do not need to take on all the burdens of adulthood so soon.
I worry about you.
Mist:  Oh, stop...  Titania?  Thank you...
Titania:  No, Mist.  Thank you.

Support A

Titania:  Come over here for a second, Mist.
Mist:  What is it, Titania?
Titania:  Here.  It's a little present from me.
Mist:  Hey, this is that dress I saw in town the other day.  Oooo, I loved this
dress!
Titania:  I thought so.  Aren't you glad we made that trip together?
Mist:  Oh, thank you, Titania.
Titania:  It's nothing, Mist.  Consider it a thank-you for all you've done.  To
tell you the truth, I've been a little worried about you.  You've been doing so
many chores, and you've been helping us all on the battlefield.  It's a lot to
ask of you.  That's why I'm trying to make sure you stop and take care of
yourself, treat yourself to something nice once in a while.
Mist:  Titania...
Titania:  Listen, Mist.  I know you and Ike are close, but if there's ever
anything you can't talk to him about, I want you to know you can come to me.  I
may not be Elena, but I do care about you just the same.
Mist:  I...  I will...  Thank you...  That's very nice of you, Titania.  Tee
hee hee...  Oh, this dress is too good for me...

Mist/Boyd

Support C

Boyd:  Hyaaa!  Gyaaa!  Hrrraaa!  ...  Phew...  That's enough for today.  I just
don't feel into it.  Maybe I'll take a quick nap...
Unknown:  Done already, Boyd?!
Boyd:  Huh?  Um...  Gyaaa!  Hyaaa!  Oh, Titania!  I didn't see you there.  I'm
training so hard that...  Huh?
Mist:  Tee hee!
Boyd:  Who the--?  Mist!  Ooo!  What a jerk!
Mist:  Hey, you're the one who tried to blow off training!  If you keep
ignoring your drills, I'm going to become a better mercenary than you!
Boyd:  Better than me?  Ha.  HA!  Dream on, kid!  You've got some nerve saying
that to me!
Mist:  Kid?  You better remember who my father is!  Fighting ability runs in
the blood, you know.
Boyd:  Aw, that's a bunch of hooey!  Survival on a battlefield depends on
experience and luck.  Nothing more!  If you dive into battle with a conceited
attitude, you'll end up dead no matter what blood is in your veins!
Mist:  Gee, sorry, Boyd.  I was just joking...  Hey, don't look so angry...
Boyd:  This is no game!  We don't fight for fun!  Now get out of here...  I
mean it!  You're in my way!
Mist:  ...Sorry.
Boyd:  ...Mist, wait...  Ah, heck.

Support B

Mist:  Ike!  Brother!  Where did he go?
Boyd:  Ike?  Hey, Ike!  IIIKKKEEEE!!  Man alive, where did that guy get to?
Mist:  Oh...  Hi, Boyd.
Boyd:  Hey, Mist.  Um...do you know where Ike is?
Mist:  Nope.  I was looking for him, too.
Boyd:  Huh.  Well, he's been pretty busy lately.  Maybe I should just give up
and find someone else...
Mist:  You need a training partner?
Boyd:  Yeah.  I'm just not motivated unless I'm sparring with someone.
Mist:  Can I...  Can I be your partner?
Boyd:  What, you?  Seriously?  Why would you want to do that?
Mist:  Because I want to prove that you're no match for me!  Um...
Actually...I need to toughen up, or I might not survive these next battles.
That's why.
Boyd:  That's a good reason.  Maybe you can be my partner, after all.
Mist:  Really?
Boyd:  Well, it's better than hitting a scarecrow with a stick.
Mist:  That's terrible!  After all, I am Greil's--
Boyd:  Yeah, yeah, you're Greil's daughter.  I know.  You won't let me forget
it!
Mist:  ...
Boyd:  Hey, listen...  I'm sorry about the other day.  I was too harsh on you.
Mist:  No, it's fine.  You were right.  I was naïve.  You just opened my eyes a
little...  I'm grateful to you, Boyd.
Boyd:  Don't...Don't thank me for insulting you!  Sheesh!
Mist:  But it was a good thing!  You're making me strong!  You're so good to
me...  Huh?  Why are you blushing?
Boyd:  Quiet!  I'm not blushing!  Uh...  I gotta go!
Mist:  Boyd!  Wait!  Where are you going?  Aren't we going to train?

Support A

Boyd:  Hey, Mist.
Mist:  Boyd...
Boyd:  What's wrong?  You look depressed.  Actually, you haven't been yourself
lately.  Did something happen?
Mist:  B-Boyd, I... Sniff...sniff...  Whaaa!  Whaaaaaaaa!
Boyd:  Whoa!  What is it?
Mist:  Oh, Boyd, it's...everything!  Everything...thing...  Sniff...  Boyd,
I...  Whaaaaaa!
Boyd:  Um...  Ah, geez...  I'm not much good at this kind of thing, but if you
need to cry, go ahead.
Mist:  Whaaaaaa!  ...Sniff...  Sniff...  Awaaahaaahaaahaaaaaaaaaa!!!
Boyd:  Um...  Once you settle down, we can talk.  All right?  But go ahead and
let it out.  Let it all out.  You'll feel better.
Mist:  Whaaaaaaa...  Whaaa...  Sniff...  ...Sniff...  Tha-thanks...
Boyd:  Hey, don't worry.  You have me and...  everyone.  You're in good hands.
We'll take care of you.
Mist:  ...Sniff...  Oh, Boyd...

Mist/Rolf

Support C

Mist:  Rolf!  Oh, there you are!
Rolf:  Mist!  Were you looking for me?
Mist:  Yes.  I've been meaning to talk to you.  We haven't had a chance to talk
since that day we fought for the first time.
Rolf:  I'm glad you're safe...  Somehow, we're both still alive.
Mist:  Yes...we've been so lucky.
Rolf:  My heart was pounding and my hands were shaking so badly that I almost
shot an arrow into Boyd's backside.
Mist:  Tee hee!  Good thing you didn't, or he would have given you a smacking!
I was so...scared.  I heard yelling... screaming...and the most awful howls of
agony.  I felt dizzy and sick.
Rolf:  I wasn't scared at all.  Maybe I was a little nervous...  But by the
end, I was almost hitting my targets!
Mist:  You weren't even a little scared?
Rolf:  No way.  I can't wait for the next battle.  I'll fight better next time.
You'll see.  I'll feather a horde of slobbering enemies!  See you later, Mist.
I've got to go practice!
Mist:  Oh, Rolf!  Rolf...

Support B

Rolf:  Aim...and release!
Mist:  Can I talk to you for a moment, Rolf?
Rolf:  Sure.  Just hold on and let me tighten my bowstring.  I've got to be
ready...  You know, just in case some Daein thugs try to jump us.
Mist: ...
Rolf:  So...what do you need, Mist?
Mist:  Let's not fight in any more battles, Rolf.  I really don't think we
children should be fighting in this war.
Rolf:  Huh?  Why are you saying this now?
Mist:  Let's go back to being kids.  If this is what it's like to be an adult,
I don't any part of it.
Rolf:  You're right, Mist.  Fighting scares you.  You don't have to fight.
Don't worry...  I'll fight for you!
Mist:  That's not what I meant, and you know it!  You've got to stop fighting,
or it's all meaningless.
Rolf:  I can't do that.  I have to slay our enemies and defend our own.  I'm a
man, now...
Mist:  Slay your enemies?  Is it that meaningless to you?  Like picking a
flower or squishing a spider.  They're human, too.
Rolf: ...
Mist:  Do you understand that, Rolf?  The enemy...  They're human, just like
us.  They're not paper targets pinned to a tree.
Rolf:  I don't want to hear it.
Mist:  Rolf!
Rolf:  I don't want to hear it!! Got it?!  They're trying to hurt us!  Kill us!
I'm just stopping them.  I'm protecting all of you.
Mist:  Wait...  Rolf!  Oh...  Please understand...

Support A

Mist:  Rolf.
Rolf:  ...
Mist:  Stop ignoring me!  Can we please talk?  Please?
Rolf:  ...
Mist:  I don't blame you.  I just want you to know that...  Not everyone we run
into is evil.  Some of them might just be caught up on the wrong side.
Rolf:  So I wasn't thinking about that?  Is that what you mean?
Mist:  What? No...
Rolf:  We're not fighting targets.  I know the difference.  Targets don't
squirm on the ground and gurgle in pain.  Targets don't make the grass slippery
with blood.  I learned that lesson the first time I took a man down.  They're
fighters, just like us.
Mist:  Rolf...
Rolf:  But there's a difference.  They're trying to hurt the people I love.
Anyone that tries that is an enemy of mine.  That's why I won't hesistate to
feather them.  If I let even one of them live, they will do everything they can
to kill one of our own.  I...  I'm afraid of that.  I won't stop spilling blood
until it's over.
Mist: Rolf!
Rolf:  I don't want you to die!  I...  I... don't want to lose anyone else...
...Whaaaa...
Mist:  I'm sorry, Rolf!  I'm so sorry...
Rolf:  Whaaaaaaaaa...  ...Sniff...  Sniff...
Mist:  I thought you had changed.  You used to be a sweet boy.  I thought you'd
turned hard and didn't understand about death.  I'm sorry...I didn't understand
how you felt.  You've been so desperate to protect everyone else.
Rolf:  This will be over one day.  I just want everyone to see that day.
Mist:  Me, too, Rolf.  Me, too...

Mist/Mordecai

Support C

Mist:  Oh, no!  Come back here, you!  Hm.  Where did that thing go?  I could
have sworn it fell around here somewhere...
Mordecai:  Looking for this?
Mist:  Wow!  M-Mordecai...  You scared me.
Mordecai:  I am sorry to frighten you.  I found this.  Is it something you lost?
Mist:  Oh, I...  Yes, that's...  Some of my clothes were drying on the line,
and a breeze carried one of my scarves away...  Thank you Mordecai.
Mordecai:  You are welcome.
Mist:  Uh...  Mordecai?
Mordecai:  Yes?
Mist:  Oh, uh...  Well...  I'm sorry; it's nothing.
Mordecai:  If you say so.  I will take my leave of you now.
Mist:  Ahhh...  What's wrong with me?  I can't believe I couldn't do it.  Why
can't I be more like Ike?  He's so casual, so calm all the time.  I can't keep
panicking like that.

Support B

Mist:  Hello, Mordecai!
Mordecai:  You are quite an energetic girl, are you not?
Mist:  Yep!  I'm in a good mood today.
Mordecai:  I am glad to hear it.
Mist:  Well, I like to think I have a cheery disposition.  I don't like to be a
Complainy Janey, you know?  Ha ha...  Um...  And I like cooking, too.  Oh, but
I'm not so good at sewing, but my mother was.
Mordecai:  Is that so.
Mist:  And...  And...  Um...  I forgot what else I was going to say.  Um, er...
Uh...
Mordecai:  Mist.  You must breathe.
Mist: ...HAAAAAAA!  Whew!  Sorry!  I'm better now...
Mordecai:  You are nervous.  You have not spoken to many laguz before.  I can
tell.  But in your heart, you are trying to be my friend.  That much is clear
to me.  Most clear.
Mist:  ...
Mordecai:  Do not be nervous.  In time, we will grow to be friends.  To speak
true, Mordecai feels as nervous as you do.
Mist:  Oh, Mordecai...  Yes...  Thank you.  I feel a lot better now, kind of.
You're right.  I shouldn't try so hard, should I?
Mordecai:  Graow.

Support A

Mist:  Oh, Mordecai.  Is something wrong?
Mordecai:  Have you seen your brother, Mist?
Mist:  Oh, he's with Titania and others.  But I think he'll be here soon.
Mordecai:  Ah.  Do you...and your brother get along well?
Mist: I think so...  I mean, just about as well as any brother and sister do,
you know?
Mordecai:  Ike is a good beorc.  He was kind to me, even though we had just
met.  He is a beorc, but I feel for him as though he is a brother laguz.
Mist:  Ha ha ha.  Yeah, he always has been a little weird, hasn't he?
Mordecai:  Is that so?  It does not matter.  I am fond of Ike.  Mist... I do
not want you to laugh, but I would like to tell you something.
Mist:  What's that?
Mordecai:  When I returned your scarf, my hand was shaking with fear.
Mist:  You?  Were scared?
Mordecai:  Yes.  I was afraid that I made you afraid.  I was afraid that you
would run.  I...was afraid.
Mist:  Wow...  I didn't know that.  Tee hee.  It IS kind of funny.  You and I
have a lot in common, don't you think?
Mordecai:  Yes.  We share much between us.

Mist/Jill

Support C

Mist:  Oh, there you are.
Jill:  Back again, Mist?
Mist:  Uh-huh.  Because you didn't join us for supper.  Again.
Jill:  No one wants to share the table with a Daein soldier.  It would ruin the
meal.
Mist:  My brother says he doesn't care.
Jill:  He says that...
Mist:  And I'm just glad to have someone close to my age traveling with us!  So
come on, let's go eat something.
Jill:  I... I can't.  Sorry.
Mist:  I see.  Well then...  I'll just have to bring the food to you!  I'll be
right back!
Jill:  B-but...  Hold it a second!

Support B

Mist:  Does that taste good, Jill?
Jill:  Mmrph...  Yeah, it's really good. Why?
Mist:  Because I made it!  I'm glad you like it.
Jill:  you made this?
Mist:  Yep.  I call it Mist's Magical Meatloaf!  It's chock full of stuff
that's good for you, especially when you're sick.  You look real sad and you
never eat, so I thought this would make you feel better.
Jill:  You're worried about me?  Why are you so...  nice to me?  I'm a Daein
sol--
Mist:  Stop.  Please stop saying that.
Jill:  Why?  It's true.
Mist:  Because it makes me feel bad, that's why!  You're always saying, "I'm a
Daein soldier!  Everyone should hate me!  Blah blah blah!"  You're not a bad
person, Jill.  I want to be your friend.  And you make it really hard!
Jill:  M-my friend...?

Support A

Jill:  Can I talk to you for a second, Mist?
Mist:  Sure, Jill.
Jill:  Um...  I don't have anything to say...  I...uh...just wanted to be with
you.  I'm kinda lonely.  Tell me if I'm bothering you!
Mist:  No!  No!  Actually, I was hoping to see you!  'Cause I'm...  I'm kinda
lonely too.  I'm glad you're here.
Jill:  Great!
Mist:  Tee hee!
Jill:  Hmm...
Mist:  Er...
Jill:  Um...
Mist:  ...Oh, hey!  Wasn't that something?
Jill:  Yeah, it sure was!  Um...what?
Mist:  The Serenes Forest!  The way that Reyson and Leanne sang and made those
shiny lights and brought the whole forest back to life!
Jill:  Y...yeah...  That was...sniff...  Sniff...  Whaaaaaaaa!
Mist:  Oh no!  Jill!  Why are you crying?
Jill:  B-because...that made me understand...  The l-laguz...aren't bad!  I am!
I was the one who was wrong!  Wrong about...what I believed...  Wrong about
everything!  Whaaaaaaaa!!
Mist:  Oh, Jill, no!  Don't cry!  Don't...sniff...oh no!  Whaaaaaaaa!
(screen goes black for a second)
You stayed behind because you knew that, right?  That's why you left the Daein
army.
Jill:  There's no way I can go back...  I'm sure my father is ashamed of me...
I'm sure he thinks me a traitor.
Mist:  That can't be!
Jill:  It is.
Mist:  No father would talk about his own daughter like that!  Ever!  No matter
how many times you fail, a father will smile and forgive and say "that's all
right!"!  Besides...  I'm sure he'd be happy to know that his child chose a
path she believed in...  Because a father wouldn't...  A father wouldn't...
Oh, Dad...  ...Sniff...
Jill:  Mist!  Oh, Mist...  I know...  It's all right...
Mist:  Father...  Dad!  ...Whaaaaa!
Jill:  Mist, no!  Don't cry!  Don't cry, Mist!
Mist:  ...Whaaaaa...  Sniff...  S-sorry...
Jill:  Mist...  You make all of my worries go away when you're near me...
Mist:  R-really?
Jill:  The world is hard.  Hard and cold and...  terrible.  Even so, you make
me...  You make me want to keep going.
Mist:  Oh, Jill...  ...Sniff...  Whaaaaaaaa!
Jill:  I told you no crying...  Oh, no...  Sniff...sniff...  Whaaaaaaaa!

ROLF:

Rolf/Rhys

Support C

Rolf:  Rhys!
Rhys:  Hello, Rolf.  Oof!  Thanks for the hug!  Why are you running like that?
Did something happen?
Rolf:  Nope.  I just ran because I saw you!  Say, how are you feeling?
Rhys:  Today I feel fine, thanks.  I did light exercise this morning and
finished all my breakfast.
Rolf:  Oh, I'm glad to hear that!  When it's hard for you, let me know!  I
remember when you used to get sick and stay in bed all the time!  But here you
are, fighting every day.
Rhys:  Ha!  I remember those days...  This new job is hard sometimes, but it's
nice to be with everyone.
Rolf:  I know!  All that you and me and Mist ever did was stay behind at the
stupid fort while everyone else was fighting.  Being left alone was sad and
scary, huh?
Rhys:  Yes, I suppose it was...  Remember the time we heard Commander Greil
discussing that dangerous mission in the strategy room?  When our friends left
the fort, the three of us prayed so hard for their safe return...  Those were
the longest days of my life.
Rhys:  That's why I'm scared to fight sometimes...  But I still think it's good
that we're fighting together now!
Rhys:  Positive thoughts are always a help.  It's pointless to focus on the
negative all the time.
Rolf:  You said it, Rhys!  Let's think positively!  Otherwise, I...
Rhys:  Otherwise what, Rolf?
Rolf:  Oh, um...nothing!  I gotta go see Mist now.  See you later, Rhys!
Rhys:  Hmm...

Support B

Rolf:  Oh, Rhys!  What's wrong?
Rhys:  Hm?  Nothing, Rolf.
Rolf:  Are you feeling sick?  Are you gonna barf?
Rhys:  No, no.  What makes you think that?
Rolf:  Don't lie.  I can tell!  Your hands and face always turn pale when
you're sick!  Let me see your hands!
Rhys:  Hey, stop that!  I'm only wearing gloves because they're fashionable
right now!  Don't take those...
Rolf:  AHA!  They're cold!  Cold as ice!  You're supposed to tell me when
you're having a rough time of it!
Rhys:  ...Sorry, Rolf.  But I'm well enough to move around a battlefield, so
I'll be all right.
Rolf:  You're talking about a battlefield, Rhys!  Not some fort!  Don't pretend
to be fine if you're not!  You'll end up dead if you keep doing stuff like that!
Rhys:  Rolf...  I...  I'm sorry...
Rolf:  Hmph!
Rhys:  I'm really sorry, Rolf.  I wish...  Cough!  I wish I wasn't so frail.
It would be nice to be strong.
Rolf:  Well, I wish your staff could heal sicknesses and not just big gaping
axe wounds!
Rhys:  So do I...Sigh...  I wish I had a better plan than just waiting for it
to pass.
Rolf:  Well, I'll ask Ike to let us fight together.  At least then I can keep
an eye on you.
Rhys:  Thanks, Rolf...

Support A

Rolf:  Rhys?
Rhys:  Rolf?  What's up?
Rolf:  You're feeling better today, huh?  I'm glad.  You were so sick last
time...
Rhys:  All I ever do is cause you to worry...  Maybe I should just leave the
mercenaries.  I don't want to be a burd--
Rolf:  No!  You're wrong!  That's not what I meant at all!
Rhys:  I know, Rolf.  But...  It's hard for me.  The fighting is difficult
enough, but to cause everyone grief on top of it...  And it's not just you,
either.  I cause Ike and Titania trouble, too.  Maybe I'll just pack my things--
Rolf:  N-no!  I don't want you to go!  If you leave, I'll cry!  I wasn't
blaming you, you know?  You can't help being barfy all the time.
Rhys:  Rolf...
Rolf:  Oh, that's not what I meant.  Listen, just count on me, all right?  I'll
help you.
Rhys:  What did you say?
Rolf:  Fighting our enemies is really scary!  In fact, once I almost wet my...
Anyway!  I don't want anyone to die.  Before, all I could do was wait and pray,
but now I can fight and defend everyone!  That makes it easier to focus.
Rhys:  I understand.
Rolf:  That's why I want to defend you, Rhys!  If I know that I always have to
defend you, it will make me less scared.  And the more I do it, the stronger I
get!  So don't you dare leave us!
Rhys:  Rolf...  You...  You've really grown up.  All right, it's a deal!  I
won't hide anything from now on.  And I'll count on you, too!  You can be my
very own knight in leather armor!
Rolf:  Yeah, that'll be great!  ...Um, hey, Rhys?  Don't tell anyone that I
almost...  All right?

Rolf/Shinon

Support C

Rolf:  Uncle Shinon!  Wait, Uncle Shinon!
Shinon:  What do you want, Rolf?
Rolf:  Tee hee hee!  Look at this!
Shinon:  Why are you showing me this?  It's just a piece of bent wood.
Rolf:  No, Shinon.  It's a bow!  You gave me my first bow, and I wanted to
return the favor!  I'm making it one whittle at a time.  I know it's not
exactly the best-looking weapon out there, but...  I hope you'll use it!
Shinon:  Meh.  Maybe if I overhauled it...  I may be able to...call it a...bow.
This thin is going to break the first time I fire it!  You want me to be
unarmed on the battlefield?  Is that it?
Rolf:  I...  I don't--
Shinon:  Look, to begin with, you used the wrong kind of wood.  This is much
too hard and inflexible.  Remember the bow I made for you?  It didn't look like
this, did it?
Rolf:  B-but...  I worked so hard!  It should be just like yours!
Shinon:  Not even close.
Rolf:  N-not...not even...  Wh...  Whaaaaaaa!  Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Shinon:  Ah, crud.  Don't start bawling!  Look, let me give you a quick lesson.
Rolf:  Whaaaaa...  Really!?  Promise?  Oh, I'm so happy!  Yay!  Yay!  I love
you,  Unkie Shinon!
Shinon:  Yeah, yeah, it's a promise.  Now quit clinging to me like a lost dog.
Hey, seriously!  Rolf...!

Support B

Rolf:  Look, look, Uncle Shinon!  Doesn't it look like a bow now?
Shinon:  I guess you could...categorize it as a bow.  Maybe.  If you closed
your eyes.
Rolf:  So will you use--
Shinon:  No way!  I don't want to die just yet.
Rolf:  Wha...  Whaaa...  Oh, fine!  I'll just use it myself.
Shinon:  Oh, for the love of...  Rolf!  Wait!
Rolf:  What?
Shinon:  Give me the bow.
Rolf:  Did you change your mind?
Shinon:  Yeah.  I suddenly got this...uh...  weird urge to take it.
Rolf:  Really?  All right!  Whooooo!  Here you go, Uncle Shinon!!
Shinon:  Thanks.  Um...see you later.
Rolf:  Wow, I bet Uncle Shinon will just love my bow!  It'll be his favorite
bow ever!  But I wanna see him fire it...  I know!  I'll follow him.  Tee hee
hee!  Here I come, Uncle Shinon!

Support A

Shinon:  Get over it, Rolf.
Rolf: ...
Shinon:  Oh, come on!  It was in your best interest.
Rolf: ...
Shinon:  Psh!  What a stubborn brat.  If you're going to be like that, I'll
just leave.
Rolf:  YOU THREW MY BOW AWAY!!
Shinon:  Listen, Rolf.  If I had let you onto a battlefield with that bow, you
would have been killed.  I prevented your death in advance...  Heck, I saved
your life!  You should be thanking me.
Rolf:  I know that, Uncle Shinon, but...  I put my whole heart into that bow!
I just wanted you to be happy.  The first time I went into battle, my feet were
shaking because I was so scared.  But then I held the bow that you made for me,
and it gave me strength.  And I said, "Rolf!  You can do this!"  I learned
absolutely everything from you!  That's how I've stayed alive the whole time.
Shinon:  ...But why on earth...  Why would you depend on me like that?  I mean,
I just I taught you how to fire the bow on a whim.
Rolf:  But it still made me happy!  My brothers never let me do anything.  They
still treat me like a baby.  If you hadn't taught me archery, I'd be sitting at
home right now!  I hate waiting around while everyone is fighting for their
lives.  I mean, we all made it back yesterday but...  What about today?  Or
tomorrow?  At home, all you do is wait and wait and feel terrible.  I hate it!
Shinon:  Rolf, I know how you feel, but...  adults don't want to send kids to a
battlefield if they can help it.  Only a complete madman wants to be involved
in the death of someone else.  Especially if it's a kid.  But the sad thing is,
it's more about making ourselves feel better than saving the life of another.
The fear of being responsible for a death is always in the back of our minds,
so we try to lessen the guilt as much as possible.  Humans...most humans...feel
the pain of others.  Holding that back is a lot harder than you think.
Rolf:  Wow.  I never thought about that.
Shinon:  It's a rough lesson to learn.  Bah!  I hate adults like nothing else.
All ego and pride...  Kids live a more honorable existence.  But you're growing
up fast.  So the sooner you learn to survive, the better.
Rolf:  So that's why you taught me archery, isn't it?  It wasn't just a whim!
Shinon:  ...Well...  Maybe...  But if that's what you want to think, and it
puts you in a good mood, it's fine by me.

Rolf/Mist

Support C

Mist:  Rolf!  Oh, there you are!
Rolf:  Mist!  Were you looking for me?
Mist:  Yes.  I've been meaning to talk to you.  We haven't had a chance to talk
since that day we fought for the first time.
Rolf:  I'm glad you're safe...  Somehow, we're both still alive.
Mist:  Yes...we've been so lucky.
Rolf:  My heart was pounding and my hands were shaking so badly that I almost
shot an arrow into Boyd's backside.
Mist:  Tee hee!  Good thing you didn't, or he would have given you a smacking!
I was so...scared.  I heard yelling... screaming...and the most awful howls of
agony.  I felt dizzy and sick.
Rolf:  I wasn't scared at all.  Maybe I was a little nervous...  But by the
end, I was almost hitting my targets!
Mist:  You weren't even a little scared?
Rolf:  No way.  I can't wait for the next battle.  I'll fight better next time.
You'll see.  I'll feather a horde of slobbering enemies!  See you later, Mist.
I've got to go practice!
Mist:  Oh, Rolf!  Rolf...

Support B

Rolf:  Aim...and release!
Mist:  Can I talk to you for a moment, Rolf?
Rolf:  Sure.  Just hold on and let me tighten my bowstring.  I've got to be
ready...  You know, just in case some Daein thugs try to jump us.
Mist: ...
Rolf:  So...what do you need, Mist?
Mist:  Let's not fight in any more battles, Rolf.  I really don't think we
children should be fighting in this war.
Rolf:  Huh?  Why are you saying this now?
Mist:  Let's go back to being kids.  If this is what it's like to be an adult,
I don't any part of it.
Rolf:  You're right, Mist.  Fighting scares you.  You don't have to fight.
Don't worry...  I'll fight for you!
Mist:  That's not what I meant, and you know it!  You've got to stop fighting,
or it's all meaningless.
Rolf:  I can't do that.  I have to slay our enemies and defend our own.  I'm a
man, now...
Mist:  Slay your enemies?  Is it that meaningless to you?  Like picking a
flower or squishing a spider.  They're human, too.
Rolf: ...
Mist:  Do you understand that, Rolf?  The enemy...  They're human, just like
us.  They're not paper targets pinned to a tree.
Rolf:  I don't want to hear it.
Mist:  Rolf!
Rolf:  I don't want to hear it!! Got it?!  They're trying to hurt us!  Kill us!
I'm just stopping them.  I'm protecting all of you.
Mist:  Wait...  Rolf!  Oh...  Please understand...

Support A

Mist:  Rolf.
Rolf:  ...
Mist:  Stop ignoring me!  Can we please talk?  Please?
Rolf:  ...
Mist:  I don't blame you.  I just want you to know that...  Not everyone we run
into is evil.  Some of them might just be caught up on the wrong side.
Rolf:  So I wasn't thinking about that?  Is that what you mean?
Mist:  What? No...
Rolf:  We're not fighting targets.  I know the difference.  Targets don't
squirm on the ground and gurgle in pain.  Targets don't make the grass slippery
with blood.  I learned that lesson the first time I took a man down.  They're
fighters, just like us.
Mist:  Rolf...
Rolf:  But there's a difference.  They're trying to hurt the people I love.
Anyone that tries that is an enemy of mine.  That's why I won't hesistate to
feather them.  If I let even one of them live, they will do everything they can
to kill one of our own.  I...  I'm afraid of that.  I won't stop spilling blood
until it's over.
Mist: Rolf!
Rolf:  I don't want you to die!  I...  I... don't want to lose anyone else...
...Whaaaa...
Mist:  I'm sorry, Rolf!  I'm so sorry...
Rolf:  Whaaaaaaaaa...  ...Sniff...  Sniff...
Mist:  I thought you had changed.  You used to be a sweet boy.  I thought you'd
turned hard and didn't understand about death.  I'm sorry...I didn't understand
how you felt.  You've been so desperate to protect everyone else.
Rolf:  This will be over one day.  I just want everyone to see that day.
Mist:  Me, too, Rolf.  Me, too...

Rolf/Marcia

Support C

Rolf:  Ready...aim...
Marcia:  Hey!  You're Rolf, right?  What are you doing out here all alone?
Rolf:  I'm practicing my archery skills!  See?  I just nail a target to a tree
and fire away.  I cover my arrows with burlap to prevent accidents.  You
see...there was this one incident with a marmot...  Well, I just try to stay
close to the target now.  It's not the best way to train, but at least it gives
me some practice.
Marcia:  Aw, that's so cute!  You're trying hard, even though you're such a
little guy!
Rolf:  Hey!  I'm not small!  I'm a dangerous mercenary!
Marcia:  Yeah, of course you are.  Say, you mind if I practice with you?
Rolf:  That's all right.  I can take care of myself.
Marcia:  Pfff!  I know!  I'm just offering to help.  You know...I was once a
knight in the service of the world's greatest country.  I also know how to
handle a bow.  Us Pegusus knights fear archers more than anything else, you
know.
Rolf:  Yeah?  Well...you better watch out or I'll feather you like a quill!
Marcia:  Hah!  Big words from a little guy!  I like you!  Hey, you should take
a look around and make sure nobody else is around before you start shooting
arrows.
Rolf:  I KNOW that!  Don't talk to me like a baby!
Marcia:  Sheesh!  All right!  Touchy...

Support B

Marcia:  Incredible!  You hit the target twenty-six times in a row!
Rolf:  Well, my goal was thirty.
Marcia:  That's a lofty goal, and you came close!  You're becoming an
impressive archer, Rolf!
Rolf:  But I can't afford to miss a single shot in battle.  The man who taught
me how to fire a bow told me that once...  I can't be happy with just
twenty-six hits.
Marcia:  You push yourself hard, Rolf.  That's admireable.
Rolf:  Aren't you strict with yourself, Marcia?
Marcia:  Hm?  What, me?  Pfff!  Of course!  I'm stricter than a poached egg on
toast!  "Be firm with yourself and others!"  That's what the first officer in
my old unit told me.  But you're still...
Rolf:  A child?  I'm not a child.  Those days ended the instant I took my first
life.
Marcia:  ...I suppose you're right.  You've had to grow up fast traveling with
a group of hardened sellswords like this.
Rolf:  Do you worry about me because I'm young?
Marcia:  Well...sure.  Who wouldn't?
Rolf:  Well, stop it.  I can take care of myself.  I've grown strong.
Marcia:  True enough.  Sorry if I underestimated you.

Support A

Marcia:  You landed every one of your shots!
Rolf:  Hitting the target isn't good enough.  My instructor once told me that I
should be able to strike the gaps between armor plates.
Marcia:  That's nearly impossible...but maybe you'll be that good one day.
Hold on...  Rolf, let me see your hands.
Rolf:  My hands?
Marcia:  Oh, barnacles!  Your hands are covered with blisters!  And you're
bleeding!  Why are you still practicing like this?  What's wrong with you!?
Rolf:  It hurt at first, but my hands went numb after a while--so I just kept
plucking arrows out of my quiver.
Marcia:  Holy crow, Rolf...  You're tough, I'll give you that.  Hold still.  I
know I have a vulnerary around here...  There, found it.  This may sting a
little.
Rolf:  Thank-YOOOOWWWCCHHH!!!  Hey, that hurt!
Marcia:  That's nothing for a deadly mercenary like you.  Right, Rolf?
Rolf:  A deadly mercenary?  You really think so?
Marcia:  Yes, and it's not just your bowmanship.  You're quite tenacious.
You're so focused on hitting your targets that you don't even feel pain.  Few
people are that determined.
Rolf:  Does that mean I'll be able to make a difference?  Will I be able to
protect them when they're in danger?
Marcia:  I'll tell you one thing...the enemy better stay out of bowshot, or
you'll turn him into a porcupine!
Rolf:  Thanks, Marcia.  I promise to protect you, too.
Marcia:  Rolf...  I'll look out for you, too.  Why...  Aw, nuts.  ...Did you
have to grow up so fast?

Rolf/Tauroneo

Support C

Tauroneo:  ...Josh?
Rolf:  Huh?
Tauroneo:  No...you can't be.  Sorry, I thought you were someone else.  What's
your name, young man?
Rolf:  Rolf.
Tauroneo:  Rolf, eh?  What's a child like you doing in a place like this?  The
battlefield is no place for children.  Why do your parents allow this?
Rolf:  I...don't have any parents.  My dad left us...and my mom died.
Tauroneo:  Oh, no...  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to drag up such a painful
memory.
Rolf:  That's all right.  This group of mercenaries is my family now.  So...  I
look like someone you know?
Tauroneo:  My...son.  Josh.  My oldest.  Josh is an adult now.  But he looked
so much like you, once.  Long ago...  I can't believe I thought you were my own
son.  I've grown old and senile.  Ha!  Foolish old man...
Rolf:  Where's Josh now?
Tauroneo:  I don't know.
Rolf:  What?
Tauroneo:  I divorced my wife, and she took the children with her. I haven't
seen them since.  That was years ago.

Support B

Tauroneo: For generations, we made a reputation for ourselves in Daein as a
famed warrior family.  Both my father and I had the honor of serving the royal
family as field generals.  We were a proud family...
Rolf:  What happened with Josh?
Tauroneo:  I raised him to serve the Daein army, as my father raised me.  He
tried to live up to my high expectations.  He became a decorated knight at a
young age and was assigned to the palace guard.  However...
Rolf:  What happened?
Tauroneo:  He took to the field as Ashnard's personal aide.  And he came home
on a litter, grievously wounded.  He escaped death, but didn't escape his
wounds.  He'll never walk again.
Rolf:  Oh, no...
Tauroneo:  My wife nearly lost her mind.  She cried day and night, swearing
that she couldn't live if something like that were to ever happen again.  She
wanted to live in peace...with her mind at ease.  She pleaded with me to leave
the army.  But I couldn't accept her plea.  Our family house was built on
generations of proud military command.  Our ancient name as a warrior family
would not allow me to simply abandon my sworn duty.  I tried to salvage our
honor by training my younger son.  He was just a boy, really.  I wanted him to
become a Daein general.
Rolf:  You did what?!
Tauroneo:  I know...  I was a fool.  I was blinded by tradition and family
reputation.  By the time I realized my error, my wife and children had left me.
Since then...  I've been living alone in my great mansion, surrounded by
countless medals and memories...  Alone...for years...

Support A

Tauroneo:  Ah, I was so wrong...  I wish I could apologize to my family.
Rolf:  Do you have any idea where your family is?  Any clues?  Anything?
Tauroneo:  ... I've heard my wife left Daein and went to live with relatives in
Crimea.  I suppose she is still there.
Rolf:  Then why don't you go see her!
Tauroneo:  I'm sure they don't want me to have anything to do with me.  Even if
I did find them, reappearing now would just reopen old wounds.  I don't want to
cause any more pain.
Rolf:  That's just crazy!  I mean...  I wish I could see my dad!
Tauroneo:  ...
Rolf:  I've always told my brothers that I'm all right and I'm not lonely.  But
the truth is I want to see dad.  We've got so much to talk about.
Tauroneo:  Oh, son...
Rolf:  My dad is dead.  I can't see him again.  But your boy can.  You're still
alive.
Tauroneo:  You're right.  But it is simply too late.
Rolf:  It's NOT too late!  As long as you're still alive, it's never too late.
Go on!  Go see them!  I'm sure they're waiting for you.
Tauroneo:  Maybe you're right, Rolf.  Maybe I should...

MARCIA:

Marcia/Gatrie

Support C

Gatrie:  Marcia!  How are you doing, beautiful?
Marcia:  Huh?  How do you know my name?
Gatrie:  Why wouldn't I know the name of a cute girl like you?!  You know,
there was a time when Titania was the only woman in this mercenary group.
Things have really started to shape up while I was away.  Mmm...  Not bad at
all.
Marcia:  Oh, nice line, chump.  I'm swooning.  Waaaait...  You were a member of
the Greil Mercenaries?
Gatrie:  Yep.  Actually, I was a senior member.
Marcia:  I knew it!  You were one of the guys that saved me from those boat
monkeys, weren't you?
Gatrie:  Boat monk...  You mean the pirates?  Uh...of course!  That was me!
Marcia:  Aw, heck!  That's fantastic!  I was so grateful for the help.  Lemme
do something to return the favor!
Gatrie:  That's nice of you to say, but having someone as gorgeous and talented
as you join us is payment enough.  I need nothing more!
Marcia:  Whoa...that's a lot of pressure.  I had no idea people depended on me
so much.  In any case, I'll keep doing my best!  Wish me luck!
Gatrie:  She's so adorable!  She will be mine...  Oh, yes.
She...will...be...mine.

Support B

Marcia:  Heya, big fella!  What are you doing today?
Gatrie:  Marcia!  Good to see you.  Actually, I was just about to meet up with
Ike for a little sparring session.
Marcia:  W-what!?  You're going to fight the commander?!
Gatrie:  You bet I am!  That's why I asked you to stop by.  I wanted to invite
you along so you could check me out in action.  Now, don't get my wrong...  Ike
is a strong commander.  But he doesn't have a chance to match my overwhelming
physical power!  It's breathtaking, really.
Marcia:  Breathtaking?  Really...  I can't wait to see this, Gatrie.
Gatrie:  Ha ha ha!  Well, what can I say?  Why don't you just kick back and
watch me unleash the raw fury of these mighty arms!  Hhhrraaaawwww!  Ike!
Now's your chance to give up, cur!  No?!  All right, don't say I didn't warn
you!  Here we go!  This one's for you, Marcia!  Haaaarrrgggg!!  ...Bwaaa!
Marcia:  Ooooh, jerky!  That looked painful.
Gatrie:  Whoa there, Ike.  Don't make me get tough on you...  Hey!  T-tale it
easy!  Ooof...  Ooof!  Ouch!  Aghhhhhh!
Marcia:  Uhhh...is he going to be all right?  Gatrie?  ...Gaaaatrie?  Oh,
crackers.

Support A

Marcia:  Heya, Gatrie.
Gatrie:  ...
Marcia:  What's the matter, big fella?  You're looking down.
Gatrie:  It's better if you don't talk to me at all, Marcia.  Don't even give
me a second look.  I'm nothing but dirt.  I'm worse than dirt...  I'm sludge!
Marcia:  Oh, boy...  This is about the other day, isn't it?  When you got
beaten down by--
Gatrie:  Don't remind me!  I was such a fool!  I can't believe I let you see me
get smacked around like that.  I might as well throw in the towel now.  I'm
just a big loser...
Marcia:  No you're not!  So Ike beat you that time.  Big deal!  Ike beats
everybody!  I was still impressed by your all-or-nothing attitude.
Gatrie:  Really!?
Marcia:  Really!  You're both fierce fighters.  Hey, what do you say to being
my training partner one of these days?  I want both you and Ike to teach me
some of your fighting skills.
Gatrie:  Of course!
Marcia:  Great!  It'll be a hoot!  I'm looking forward to it!  See you later!
Gatrie:  ...  I was felling angry at Ike for humiliating me like that...  But
maybe it will all work out after all.  Until later, my sweet Marcia!

Marcia/Rolf

Support C

Rolf:  Ready...aim...
Marcia:  Hey!  You're Rolf, right?  What are you doing out here all alone?
Rolf:  I'm practicing my archery skills!  See?  I just nail a target to a tree
and fire away.  I cover my arrows with burlap to prevent accidents.  You
see...there was this one incident with a marmot...  Well, I just try to stay
close to the target now.  It's not the best way to train, but at least it gives
me some practice.
Marcia:  Aw, that's so cute!  You're trying hard, even though you're such a
little guy!
Rolf:  Hey!  I'm not small!  I'm a dangerous mercenary!
Marcia:  Yeah, of course you are.  Say, you mind if I practice with you?
Rolf:  That's all right.  I can take care of myself.
Marcia:  Pfff!  I know!  I'm just offering to help.  You know...I was once a
knight in the service of the world's greatest country.  I also know how to
handle a bow.  Us Pegusus knights fear archers more than anything else, you
know.
Rolf:  Yeah?  Well...you better watch out or I'll feather you like a quill!
Marcia:  Hah!  Big words from a little guy!  I like you!  Hey, you should take
a look around and make sure nobody else is around before you start shooting
arrows.
Rolf:  I KNOW that!  Don't talk to me like a baby!
Marcia:  Sheesh!  All right!  Touchy...

Support B

Marcia:  Incredible!  You hit the target twenty-six times in a row!
Rolf:  Well, my goal was thirty.
Marcia:  That's a lofty goal, and you came close!  You're becoming an
impressive archer, Rolf!
Rolf:  But I can't afford to miss a single shot in battle.  The man who taught
me how to fire a bow told me that once...  I can't be happy with just
twenty-six hits.
Marcia:  You push yourself hard, Rolf.  That's admireable.
Rolf:  Aren't you strict with yourself, Marcia?
Marcia:  Hm?  What, me?  Pfff!  Of course!  I'm stricter than a poached egg on
toast!  "Be firm with yourself and others!"  That's what the first officer in
my old unit told me.  But you're still...
Rolf:  A child?  I'm not a child.  Those days ended the instant I took my first
life.
Marcia:  ...I suppose you're right.  You've had to grow up fast traveling with
a group of hardened sellswords like this.
Rolf:  Do you worry about me because I'm young?
Marcia:  Well...sure.  Who wouldn't?
Rolf:  Well, stop it.  I can take care of myself.  I've grown strong.
Marcia:  True enough.  Sorry if I underestimated you.

Support A

Marcia:  You landed every one of your shots!
Rolf:  Hitting the target isn't good enough.  My instructor once told me that I
should be able to strike the gaps between armor plates.
Marcia:  That's nearly impossible...but maybe you'll be that good one day.
Hold on...  Rolf, let me see your hands.
Rolf:  My hands?
Marcia:  Oh, barnacles!  Your hands are covered with blisters!  And you're
bleeding!  Why are you still practicing like this?  What's wrong with you!?
Rolf:  It hurt at first, but my hands went numb after a while--so I just kept
plucking arrows out of my quiver.
Marcia:  Holy crow, Rolf...  You're tough, I'll give you that.  Hold still.  I
know I have a vulnerary around here...  There, found it.  This may sting a
little.
Rolf:  Thank-YOOOOWWWCCHHH!!!  Hey, that hurt!
Marcia:  That's nothing for a deadly mercenary like you.  Right, Rolf?
Rolf:  A deadly mercenary?  You really think so?
Marcia:  Yes, and it's not just your bowmanship.  You're quite tenacious.
You're so focused on hitting your targets that you don't even feel pain.  Few
people are that determined.
Rolf:  Does that mean I'll be able to make a difference?  Will I be able to
protect them when they're in danger?
Marcia:  I'll tell you one thing...the enemy better stay out of bowshot, or
you'll turn him into a porcupine!
Rolf:  Thanks, Marcia.  I promise to protect you, too.
Marcia:  Rolf...  I'll look out for you, too.  Why...  Aw, nuts.  ...Did you
have to grow up so fast?

Marcia/Kieran

Support C

Kieran:  Ho ho!  I would love to have a chance to train with a Pegasus knight.
It could only increase my already mighty skills...  Oh, here comes one now!
Marcia!
Marcia:  Huh?
Kieran:  Ahem!  Er...  I would like to have the pleasure of...  Oh, pardon me.
I forgot to introduce myself.  My name-
Marcia:  I already know who you are.  Crimean Royal Knight Fifth Platoon
Captain Kieran.  Did I get that right?
Kieran:  How do you know my name?  Not to mention my post...  Maybe it was the
fame I won during our last battle?  No, I was only semi-glorious...
Marcia:  Um...
Kieran:  Or perhaps I have injured you and yours with a past transgression?
Are you here to revenge yourself on me?!
Marcia:  Nooo....
Kieran:  Oh ho!  Then tales of my valor must have spread to other countries!
Perhaps you know of the time I slew the Giant Spider of...  Naah...  That's
pushing it.  But it is possible...  Let's see...  It's also possible that...
Marcia:  Hey!  Meathead!
Kieran:  Yaaaa!  W-what?!  Don't scare me like that!
Marcia:  We all know your name.  You announce yourself every time we fight.  "I
am Crimean Royal Knight, Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran!  See me and tremble!"
Kieran:  Hmm...  Well, that explains it...
Marcia:  So.  How can I help you?
Kieran:  Huh?
Marcia:  Didn't you want to ask me something?
Kieran:  Oh, that's right.  Er...  Hm?  What did I want to ask you?  Blast!
Was it...  No, that's not it...
Marcia:  Riiight.  Well, you come find me whenever you remember...  Sheesh!  I
think this guy's helmet is on too tight...

Support B

Kieran:  Marcia!
Marcia:  Oh, hiya, Kieran.  How's your horse?
Kieran:  Oh, he's much better!  And it's all thanks to you!  When he took ill,
I didn't know what to do, but...  Your first aid saved the day!
Marcia:  Poor guy was exhausted from the constant marching.  We've been
fighting everywhere.  I don't blame him for collapsing.  Let him rest until he
gets used to this new land.  I'm sure he'll get better.
Kieran:  I had no such knowledge, for I had never fought beyond the borders of
sweet Crimea.  I thank you with all my heart!
Marcia:  Pfff!  Please!  It's no big deal.  I've seen much worse.
Kieran:  Nevertheless, I, Crimean Royal Knight, Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran,
shall return the favor no matter-
Marcia:  Hey!  Big fella!  I told you, thanks aren't necessary.  I'm sure that
we'll run into something that you can help me with...  Er...at least, I guess
that might happen...  So you can just help me out when that situation arrives.
...If it arrives.
Kieran:  Say no more!  I will do so with my life!
Marcia:  Please!  Keep your life!  Oh, that reminds me...  Didn't you want to
ask me something the other day?
Kieran:  Oh, that...  Well, with my horse's illness and all, I've forgotten
what it was...  But, by my axe, I swear that I will-
Marcia:  Keep your axe too!  Good gravy, I can't deal with this guy!

Support A

Marcia:  Kieran!
Kieran:  Oh, Marcia!
Marcia:  Your horse looks completely healed!  I'm so glad.
Kieran:  Yes, thanks to you.  Let me thank you again!  I, Crimean Roy-
Marcia:  Oh, jerky!  Not again!  Stop doing that!  Sheesh...  Say, what's with
the bucket?
Kieran:  I was going to wash my horse.  He hasn't been scrubbed down in a
while, and he could use it.  Besides, with all of my amazing adventures, my
poor horse gets quite the workout.  I try to treat him well.
Marcia:  Aw, that's sweet!
Kieran:  What is?
Marcia:  You love your horse!  That's so nice!  I figured you'd be too busy
flexing or something to notice...
Kieran:  He is more than just a simple horse...  He is my brother-in-arms!
Some knights, some Crimean knights even, treat their horses like mere
transportation...  but I don't feel that way.  And it's not just horses.
Armor!  Axes!  Gauntlets!  Boots!  Er...this canteen!  All fighting tools are
my brothers-in-arms!
Marcia:  How admirable.
Kieran:  No, Marcia, it is not admirable.  It is simply common sense.
Marcia:  Ha ha!  I wasn't sure that you had common sense!  You're always
forgetful and distracted when it comes to other things...
Kieran:  Huh!  Well, I can't say that I can agree!  In fact, once while I was
fighting the Giant Whippoorwill of Sothern Crimea-
Marcia:  Good-bye, Kieran!

Marcia/Tanith

Support C

Marcia:  ...Oh!
Tanith:  Marcia.  It's been a while.
Marcia:  Oh, chestnuts!  D-Deputy Commander Tanith!?  What...are you doing here?
Tanith:  I was just about to ask you the same thing.  As deputy commander of
the Holy Guard, I took this position on imperial orders.  I never would have
thought I'd run into one of my former subordinates so soon...
Marcia:  W-we've been together since we crossed into Daein?!  Oh, I had no
idea!  Talk about strange luck!  Heh...
Tanith:  It certainity is.  I'm glad I've come across my...special subordinate.
I've been looking for you a long time, you know...
Marcia:  D-Deputy Commander, your eyes...  why are you squinting at me like
that?  Are you...angry?
Tanith:  Oh, I'm angry.  I am very angry.  Very angry indeed.  Right now I'm
weighing my options...  Which penalty should I inflict on you for deserting the
Begnion Holy Guard?
Marcia:  I'm...  I'm no deserter!  Didn't read the letter of resignation I
wrote?
Tanith:  Did you think you could cast off your sworn duty by scribbling on a
piece of paper?  You should know the weight of being a soldier in the service
of the Begnion Holy Guard.
Marcia:  I'm...  I'm sorry!  But I was in such a hurry...
Tanith:  Commander Sigrun is a charitable person.  She says she is willing to
overlook your desertion.
Marcia:  Phew...
Tanith:  However!  I put an end to that nonsense!  I told her that I would
bring you back at any cost and deliver the appropriate penalty.  I hope you're
ready!
Marcia:  Oh!  I just remembered I have to be somewhere!  Somewhere really far
away...  Excuse me, ma'am!  Yaaaaa!
Tanith:  Stop right there!  You're not going to get away this time!

Support B

Tanith:  Marcia!
Marcia: Eeeeeeek!  D-Deputy Commander!
Tanith:  What a disgraceful little scream!  You should know how to behave in
front of your former superior.
Marcia:  But...  Deputy Commander...  Are you still upset with me?
Tanith:  I certainly am!  State your reason for deserting your duty as a
Pegasus knight!  You were never one to run away!  Even during the most intense
missions...  You were no coward, Marcia.  I've even seen some knights leave
because of a silly romantic distraction...  but not you.
Marcia:  Well, if you must know...  My brother went missing after he accrued a
massive debt.
Tanith:  Debt?
Marcia:  Yes.  Men began coming to my barracks to collect their money instead
of hunting down my brother.  That's why I went to find him.  I met Ike and his
company during my search, and I joined after they saved me from a vicious band
of boat monkeys.  But I still didn't find my brother.
Tanith:  ...
Marcia:  I figured that if I traveled with Ike,  I'd eventually find my
brother.  That's why I'm still with them.
Tanith:  I see...  So he skipped town because of his debts.  As your former
superior officer, I do feel some sympathy for you.
Marcia:  Then-
Tanith:  Nevertheless!  You are still a deserter.  It makes no difference why.
You will still be punished once my mission is complete.
Marcia:  Awww...  Come on!

Support A

Marcia:  So, you know...  I was thinking...  If possible...  It would be great
if you could overlook my punishment.
Tanith:  Punishing deserters to the harshest degree of the law has always been
an iron rule.  I cannot make a special exception for you.
Marcia:  Deputy Commander...  Why do you have to be so mean?!
Tanith:  Why am I mean!?  Because you deserted, I had to--
Marcia:  You were always like that.  Unlike Commander Sigrun, you never once
commended our unit.  You think you understand us, but you don't.  You're just
heartless and frigid.
Tanith:  Don't you get it?  Why do you think I'm coming down on you so hard!?
Marcia:  Excuse me?
Tanith:  I wouldn't normally say this, but...  I had high expectations for you,
Marcia.  I thought you could take the reigns and someday lead the Holy Guard.
Marcia:  What!?  Where did that come from?  Back in Begnion, you said nothing
about any of this.
Tanith:  Do you think I would say something like that on my own?  I have no
choice now.  I'll offer counsel to the commander, and see to it that you have a
place back on the Guard.  If you come back, I might just forget all about your
desertion.
Marcia:  Deputy Commander...  I...I appreciate it!

LETHE:

Lethe/Ike

Support C

Ike:  Hiyaaaa!  Haaaaaa!  Hm?  Who's there?
Lethe:  Training hard?
Ike:  Lethe.  Were you watching me?
Lethe:  Yep.  I'm curious...  Our future success will depend in large part on
how well you humans fight.  We laguz can't afford to lag behind.
Ike:  You always need the upper hand, eh, Lethe?
Lethe:  Relax.  It's not like I'm going to claw you in the back during a
battle.  There's no point in it.  Besides you humans are the only ones who use
dirty tricks like that.
Ike:  Oh, I see.  So every laguz fights fair and square?
Lethe:  Most of us.  Not all.  Although we know when a laguz is about to use a
cheap trick.  We can smell it.  I can sniff out a trap from a mile away.  Even
in the dark.  You can hide from my eyes, but not my nose.
Ike:  Lethe?  Will you teach me how to fight like a laguz?
Lethe:  Sure, I'll take you on.  But it's going to hurt!  When I fight, it's
with claws out.
Ike:  Good.  I look forward to it.

Support B

Lethe:  Hey.
Ike:  Lethe.  What's up?
Lethe:  You fought pretty well the other day.  Better than I expected.
Ike:  What?  Me?
Lethe:  You see anyone else?
Ike:  No, but...  I didn't expect that from you.  You laguz have such awesome
natural power, I figure beorc look weak in comparison.
Lethe:  Totally different fighting styles of fighting.  You don't have the
reactions or control that we do, but you're actually kind of graceful.  It must
be tough to use a weapon that's not actually connected to your body.  No wonder
you train so much.
Ike:  Without teeth or claws, we need our weapons to move like they're a part
of us.  So, yeah, that takes a lot of work.
Lethe:  Mmm...  I see.  I may have to train more.  Which reminds me...  Do you
remember our bargain?
Ike:  Of course!  Will you do it?
Lethe:  I should ask you.  Laguz training is hard.  You're going to hurt.  And
bleed.  Are you ready?
Ike:  Let's do it!

Support A

Lethe:  Hello, Ike.
Ike:  Hey, Lethe!  You ready to punish me some more?
Lethe:  You're taking to my training with remarkable skill.  I need to keep up.
Ike:  You think so?  Wow.  A compliment from Lethe...  Now that's a big deal!
Lethe:  What's that supposed to mean?  You're not still holding a grudge about
our first meeting, are you?
Ike:  No, nothing like that.  It's just...  You're powerful, you know?  If you
compliment me, that means something.
Lethe:  Bah!  You give me too much credit.  ...Um...  Say, Ike?
Ike:  What?
Lethe:  When this war is over, you should...  Why don't you come to Gallia?  I
mean, not like I care, but-
Ike:  Gallia?
Lethe:  Right!  Well, you could learn even more if you trained in Gallia.  It's
hard living for a beorc.  But if you can handle it, you could take the
swordsmanship that runs in your blood to another level.
Ike:  Only if you're my sparring partner!
Lethe:  Meh...  Well, if you that's what you want...  I guess I'd be all right
with that.
Ike:  Then life in Gallia may not be so bad.
Lethe:  Oh?  Well, good.  It's settled then.  Come see us whenever you're
ready.  I might even...look forward to it.
Ike:  You have my word.

Lethe/Jill

Support C

Jill:  Um...
Lethe:  Can I help you?
Jill:  I have a q-question.  Is that all right?
Lethe:  It depends on what you're going to ask.
Jill:  Why don't half-bree...  No, that's not right...  Why don't the laguz use
weapons?
Lethe:  ...  We laguz are born ready to fight.  Weapons are something that you
powerless beorc created to counter our claws.  We have no use for them.
Jill:  I, I see...
Lethe:  Is that all you wanted to ask?
Jill:  Um...no.  There's more.  Why do you detest us... humans so much?
Lethe:  That's a good question.  But I would hear you answer first.  Why do you
beorc hate the laguz?
Jill:  It's because the half-bree...  The laguz are our enemy.
Lethe:  Enemy...?  If that's the case, we hat you, too.  As we hate all our
enemies.  We're done here.
Jill:  Wait...

Support B

Jill:  Le...Lethe?
Lethe:  Oh, look what the cat dragged in...  It's you again.
Jill:  Jill...  My name is...Jill.
Lethe:  Fine.  Jill.  What brings you here today?  More stupid questions?
Jill:  I've been thinking about things, and I haven't been able to figure
out...  See, in Daein we were taught that you attack humans indiscriminately
and without mercy.  That you are just savage animals.
Lethe:  Laguz attacking humans?  Grrrrawl!  What garbage!  We dislike even the
company of humans and want nothing to do with them.  Even mauling you would
be...unpleasant.
Jill:  But in Daein, everyone believes that to be the truth!  That's why...
That's why I never questioned it.  But when I saw you fight beside Ike and
other humans on the South Sea, I knew that something was wrong.  You were so
different from what I imagined!  Ever since I was young, they filled my head
with tales of your terrible claws and teeth...  But you stand on two legs.  And
you talk...  You even make jokes!  ...Sometimes...  You're much to us than a
beast!
Lethe:  So glad to hear it.
Jill:  I wonder why humans and sub-humans started fighting in the first place?
Maybe we're just destined for war.
Lethe:  Well, I don't know much about that.  It's not for me to say if the
goddess made us a certain way or if we're just two races that don't like each
other very much.  But I know that Gallia, Phoenicis, and Kilvas all have a
reason to hate humans.
Jill:  W-what reason?
Lethe:  ...Are you serious?  I take it humans aren't interested in passing
history down to their children...  ...Typical.  All right...  Centuries ago,
when Begnion was still a monarchy, the only countries were Begnion and Goldoa.
Goldoa was as it is today:  a reclusive nation inhabited only by dragon tribes.
All the other laguz lived in Begnion with the humans.
Jill:  Humans and sub-humans used to live together in Begnion?!  I had no
idea...
Lethe:  A human was named as the first king, although the laguz's superior
strength led us to rule more often than not.  Despite the harmony that most
felt about this arrangement, the senators watned nothing to do with it.  In the
name of the "apostle," they claimed that only a human could be the true ruler
of Begnion...and started a civil war.  Like blind, mewling kittens, the laguz
kings  underestimated the situation...  We never had a chance.  Caught by
surprise, my brothers suffered defeat after defeat in the face of superior
human weapons and magic.  ...That was the start of long, dark days...  The
start of laguz slavery.
Jill:  ...
Lethe:  After nearly 200 years, a small number of enslaved laguz managed to
escape their human captors in Begnion.  The beast tribes fled to the mountains
and unexplored forest areas-places where humans were loathe to tread.  The bird
tribes, on the other hand, escaped to the distant southern islands.  This is
how our laguz kingdoms began.  It took another eighty years, and the blood of
many brother laguz, until we were formally recognized as nations.  This is why
we fight.  Why we hate.  Humans don't want former slaves to have countries and
be treated as equals.  Laguz carry the shame of the past deep in their hearts,
and struggle still for the freedom that you take for granted.  This is the true
history of Tellius...  No wonder humans would bury it.
Jill:  I don't know wh-
Lethe:  What to say?  Idiot!  Think!  Think about what I have said.  Think
about what you have seen with your eyes and heard with your ears.  If you don't
even have the guts to do that, never show yourself in my presence again!
Jill:  Um...all right...

Support A

Lethe: ...
Jill:  Oh, Lethe!  I thought about what you said, and I deci-
Lethe:  I hear the dragon knight we fought in Talrega was your father.  Why?
Why did you stay with us?  Choosing a band of mercenaries over your own father?
Jill:  Fate works in strange ways.  Had I not known about Commander Ike and the
mercenaries...  Had I not known about you laguz...  I'm sure I would be with
Daein even now.  Taking pride in my work as Daein soldier and offering my life
for Ashnard.  I wouldn't have hesitated to smite you all.  But now I have
learned the truth...
Lethe:  ...And?
Jill:  This isn't like the time I chased your ship from Port Toha, hoping to
win fame and approval from my father.  When I joined you, I acted on my own
accord.  For the first time.  I chose what I thought was a righteous path.
Even if my decision forced me to face my own father...  It's too late to change
things now.  That's why...  I'm here.
Lethe:  Will you...shake my hand, Jill?
Jill:  Wha...?
Lethe:  I have heard of a huma...a beorc custom where the shaking and holding
of hands shows friendship.  ...I...understand you, now.  I empathize with your
choice and admire the strength it took to make it.
Jill:  Lethe...  Uh...  Yes.  Of course.  Please, let us shake.
Lethe:  If we listen to each other and are willing to compromise...  I know the
beorc and laguz can come to live with each other.  I'm sure of it.

Lethe/Muarim

Support C

Lethe:  Muarim.
Muarim:  Hello, Lethe...
Lethe:  How are you holding up?  I take it you've never fought in an army like
this before.
Muarim:  Yes, that's right.  Sometimes I get confused.  I'm not used to this
way of fighting.
Lethe:  Ask me if you have any questions.  I know a lot about battle...  I
commanded a unit back in Gallia.
Muarim:  You must be a fierce fighter and great leader.  Is it common for
females to command armies?
Lethe:  In Gallia, it doesn't matter what your sex is.  You just have to be the
best.
Muarim:  That sounds fair to me.
Lethe:  Your life may not be so fair.  You said you used to be a slave in
Begnion.
Muarim:  You will never know the horror.  You've lived with laguz pride in your
heart, under the protection of the great King Gallia.  You do not know...
Lethe:  ...

Support B

Lethe:  How are you, Muarim?
Muarim:  I'm starting to feel more at home with this army.  And I've finally
gotten used to the curious looks from other laguz.
Lethe:  Curious looks?  Muarim...you're hauling crates around!  You should
leave the supply carrying to the other soldiers.
Muarim:  I guess it's just in my nature.  I don't want to leave the work to the
beorc.
Lethe:  Why not?
Muarim:  They're just like us.
Lethe:  I see...
Muarim:  So you think I have no pride as a laguz?
Lethe:  No...  There was a time when I wouldn't have cared if they all fell off
a cliff.  But after joining Ike and his crew, I've learned that beorc and laguz
can get along.
Muarim: ...
Lethe:  I don't know what to tell you.  It seems like you've already given up.
Muarim:  Given up?!
Lethe:  I can't say I don't understand why.  You must have led a difficult
life.  But...I just can't understand how you've abandoned your laguz heritage.
Muarim: ...

Support A

Muarim:  Lethe.
Lethe:  What is it?
Muarim:  I'm sorry I gave you a hard time.  I must have just been envious of
how comfortable you are around beorc.
Lethe:  Comfortable?
Muarim:  Yes...you can deal with the beorc on an equal footing without losing
face.  It may seem like nothing to you, but it's something I once couldn't
imagine.
Lethe:  You can do the same.
Muarim:  Grrr...you may be right.  Yes...  I must change my attitude.
Lethe:  I think you will feel better that way.  I've never seen you with a
peaceful look on your face before.  That makes me worried...
Muarim:  Hah.  Am I really that frigid?
Lethe:  Most of the time.  But I'm glad to see that you're warming up.  Why
don't you tell me more about why you are so harsh with the beorc?  I might be
able to understand.
Muarim: ...

Lethe/Ranulf

Support C

Ranulf:  Hey there, Lethe.
Lethe:  Ah, Ranulf.  Glad you could finally join us.
Ranulf:  Yes, the tide has finally turned.  How are you holding up, Lethe?  You
and Mordecai have shouldered all of the burden until now.  I'm glad I can
finally take some of the responsibility.
Lethe:  Apologies are meaningless unless they are backed up with deeds.
Ranulf:  Ha!  I see you're as friendly as ever.  By the way, have you finally
warmed up to this band of mercenaries?
Lethe:  ...In my own way.  But there is still some occasional friction.  I know
they are beasts of habit, but must they always wear so much armor?  They
overwhelm our noses with the stink of iron and make it difficult to sniff out
the enemy.
Ranulf:  Well, there's nothing you can do about that.  You could go to Ike and
ask them to fight in the buff, but you won't have much luck.
Lethe:  And their eyes are so useless!  I'm amazed the species has lived this
long.  Being blind in the dark is lethal.
Ranulf:  There's nothing they can do about that, Lethe.
Lethe:  I suppose not.  Still, they've done better than I expected.
Ranulf:  I'm glad to hear they haven't completely let you down.  You had quite
the tragic look on your face when you first learned you'd have to travel with
Ike and his merry band!
Lethe:  Pah!  Can you blame me?

Support B

Lethe:  Ranulf, are my soldiers back in Gallia training hard in my absence?
Ranulf:  Of course they are!  They're Gallian fighters! You can trust the
defense of the country to them.
Lethe:  I'm not nearly so confident.  They train hard, but they also lack
discipline.  They are often at each other's throats.
Ranulf:  Well, they're just...passionate.  Don't worry.  It'll work out in time.
Lethe:  How can you be so sure?
Ranulf:  Oh, relax.  You shouldn't be so uptight all the time.  Why don't you
relax once in a while?
Lethe:  Relaxing on the battlefield will get you killed.  So...is Lyre in your
unit now?
Ranulf:  Yes, she is.  She and her friend Kysha are giving me quite a hard time.
Lethe:  Kysha is big and strong.  You'll have your hands full if they decide to
give you trouble.  Regardless, I'd still like you to show them the ropes.
Ranulf:  So you haven't seen Lyre in a long time?
Lethe: ...
Ranulf:  I see you'd rather not discuss it.  Fine.  But you should still try to
settle your differences.  She's your only sister.
Lethe:  Mind your business.
Ranulf:  Fine, fine.  Have it your way.
Lethe:  My sister aside, I am a little worried about the unit back home.  While
you and I are here, the country is poorly defended.
Ranulf:  You may have a point.  Maybe I'll mention it to my superior officer.

Support A

Ranulf:  Hey, Lethe, about what we discussed the other day?  Plans are in the
works to bring some unit commanders back to Gallia.  It's not a done deal,
but...  I may be able to put in a word if you want to be transferred back to
Gallia.
Lethe:  Back to...  No.  I will stay here.
Ranulf:  Stay here?  Are you sure?
Lethe:  ...Er...  I wouldn't want something gruesome to happen to the humans as
soon as I left.  I think I'll stay behind.
Ranulf:  Heh...
Lethe:  What?!  What's with that smirk?!  You have something to say?!
Ranulf:  Oh, nothing.  It's just that...when you used to say "human," you'd
curl your lip in disgust.
Lethe:  Well, they are disgusting!  I can't stand them...
Ranulf:  Hah!  You always thrash your tail when you lie!  It's a dead giveaway.
Don't worry.  I understand why you want to stay.
Lethe:  ...I have to get back to my training.  I have to chew some straw out of
a target dummy.
Ranulf:  Whew!  Must have hit a nerve.
Lethe:  ...Ranulf?
Ranulf:  Yeeeees?
Lethe:  I admit it.  My feelings have changed.
Ranulf:  They have, huh?
Lethe:  I once thought your opinion about humans was weak and disgraceful...
But now I see your viewpoint.  They are strong allies.  They fight by our side.
That's why I'll stay with Ike.
Ranulf:  I see...  Well then, we'll be here to party with Ike and his ragtag
mercenary crew when they win this war!
Lethe:  We can't let our guard down yet.  But...you're right.  I hope to
celebrate with them one day.

MORDECAI:

Mordecai/Ilyana

Support C

Ilyana: Ah...
Mordecai:  You look sickly.
Ilyana:  I... I...know you...
Mordecai: I am Mordecai.  You are Ilyana.  We have not met.
Ilyana:  You're right...  I keep to myself, mostly...  Even though we're on the
same side,  I'm often forgetten.  Ah...  Whoa...
Mordecai:  Mmm?  What is wrong?
Ilyana:  I'm...  I'm sorry.  I got a little dizzy, there.  Don't worry about
it.  It happens all the time.
Mordecai:  Hmmm...  You are skinny.  Even for a beorc.  Can you fight?
Ilyana:  I can...Somehow.
Mordecai:  But you are as thin as a paper.  Won't the enemy tear you to shreds?
Ilyana:  There's nothing I can do about my size.  When that happens... I'm
ready...
Mordecai:  Grr...  I don't like the sound of that.  Stay close to my side.  I
will keep your skinny beorc body safe.
Ilyana:  R-really?  Thank you, Mordecai.

Support B

Mordecai:  Urrrrgh!
Ilyana:  Hello, Mordecai.  Wow, are you carrying all those crates by yourself?
That's incredible!
Mordecai:  Grrrrr!  Count on me for a strong back and a pair of paws.
Uuuuuurrrrrrffffff!  These are the last ones.
Ilyana:  How can you carry all those at once?  I could never do that.
Mordecai:  Eat big meals and get meat on your bones.  Then you can lift crates
like me.
Ilyana:  I would love to eat big meals...  But I can't.  Because...well...  I
have no money...  That's why I faint all the time.
Mordecai:  Mmm?  You go hungry because you don't have money for food?  That
shames us all.  It will end now.  Take my gold...  Go!  Feast!  Eat as much as
you want.  Become fat and happy, little beorc.
Ilyana:  Really?  Are you...sure?
Mordecai:  Yes.
Ilyana:  Anything?  Anything at all?
Mordecai:  I would not lie to a hungry beorc.
Ilyana:  Thank you, Mordecai...  I don't know what to say...  You're like an
angel.
Mordecai:  Me?  No...stop.  You embarrass me.

Support A

Ilyana:  Thank you for your generosity the other day, Mordecai...  Nobody has
ever done anything like that for me...
Mordecai:  Do not thank me.  We are friends.  But you ate like a starved bear!
A dozen of me could not eat that much mutton stew!
Ilyana:  The food was delicious.  I could have eaten more!
Mordecai:  I would feed you again, but you ate through all my beorc money.
Where do you put all that food?
Ilyana:  Well...in my stomach...
Mordecai:  You are like the furry little squirrels that live with us in the
woods.  Always stuffing food in their mouths.  Half beorc, half squirrel.
That's you.
Ilyana:  Haha!  Maybe you're right!  Squirrels, huh?  That's cute.
Mordecai:  So...when do you hibernate?
Ilyana:  Hibernate?  I don't hibernate!

Mordecai/Mist

Support C

Mist:  Oh, no!  Come back here, you!  Hm.  Where did that thing go?  I could
have sworn it fell around here somewhere...
Mordecai:  Looking for this?
Mist:  Wow!  M-Mordecai...  You scared me.
Mordecai:  I am sorry to frighten you.  I found this.  Is it something you lost?
Mist:  Oh, I...  Yes, that's...  Some of my clothes were drying on the line,
and a breeze carried one of my scarves away...  Thank you Mordecai.
Mordecai:  You are welcome.
Mist:  Uh...  Mordecai?
Mordecai:  Yes?
Mist:  Oh, uh...  Well...  I'm sorry; it's nothing.
Mordecai:  If you say so.  I will take my leave of you now.
Mist:  Ahhh...  What's wrong with me?  I can't believe I couldn't do it.  Why
can't I be more like Ike?  He's so casual, so calm all the time.  I can't keep
panicking like that.

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Mist:  Hello, Mordecai!
Mordecai:  You are quite an energetic girl, are you not?
Mist:  Yep!  I'm in a good mood today.
Mordecai:  I am glad to hear it.
Mist:  Well, I like to think I have a cheery disposition.  I don't like to be a
Complainy Janey, you know?  Ha ha...  Um...  And I like cooking, too.  Oh, but
I'm not so good at sewing, but my mother was.
Mordecai:  Is that so.
Mist:  And...  And...  Um...  I forgot what else I was going to say.  Um, er...
Uh...
Mordecai:  Mist.  You must breathe.
Mist: ...HAAAAAAA!  Whew!  Sorry!  I'm better now...
Mordecai:  You are nervous.  You have not spoken to many laguz before.  I can
tell.  But in your heart, you are trying to be my friend.  That much is clear
to me.  Most clear.
Mist:  ...
Mordecai:  Do not be nervous.  In time, we will grow to be friends.  To speak
true, Mordecai feels as nervous as you do.
Mist:  Oh, Mordecai...  Yes...  Thank you.  I feel a lot better now, kind of.
You're right.  I shouldn't try so hard, should I?
Mordecai:  Graow.

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Mist:  Oh, Mordecai.  Is something wrong?
Mordecai:  Have you seen your brother, Mist?
Mist:  Oh, he's with Titania and others.  But I think he'll be here soon.
Mordecai:  Ah.  Do you...and your brother get along well?
Mist: I think so...  I mean, just about as well as any brother and sister do,
you know?
Mordecai:  Ike is a good beorc.  He was kind to me, even though we had just
met.  He is a beorc, but I feel for him as though he is a brother laguz.
Mist:  Ha ha ha.  Yeah, he always has been a little weird, hasn't he?
Mordecai:  Is that so?  It does not matter.  I am fond of Ike.  Mist... I do
not want you to laugh, but I would like to tell you something.
Mist:  What's that?
Mordecai:  When I returned your scarf, my hand was shaking with fear.
Mist:  You?  Were scared?
Mordecai:  Yes.  I was afraid that I made you afraid.  I was afraid that you
would run.  I...was afraid.
Mist:  Wow...  I didn't know that.  Tee hee.  It IS kind of funny.  You and I
have a lot in common, don't you think?
Mordecai:  Yes.  We share much between us.

Mordecai/Stefan

Support C

Mordecai:  Stefan!  Here you are.
Stefan:  Yeah...
Mordecai:  Do you still want to hear about Gallia?  There are many things I can
tell you.
Stefan:  I was wondering...  Do you like Gallia, Mordecai?
Mordecai:  I do.  Gallia is a good country.  Strong.  Plentiful.  Very good for
me and for my friends.
Stefan:  It is, huh?
Mordecai:  And do you like Begnion?
Stefan:  I detest it.
Mordecai:  Detest?  I do not know this word.
Stefan:  Then you're lucky.  Sometimes, being ignorant can be a blessing.
Mordecai:  Ignorant?  ...I have a difficult time with beorc words.  They are
strange to me.

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Mordecai:  Stefan!
Stefan:  What is it, Mordecai?  You seem upset.
Mordecai:  Detest means hatred.  Ignorant means dumb.  Why do you hate your
country?  Why do you insult me?
Stefan:  You've been studying?  Impressive.  Listen, I didn't mean to say you
were dumb.  I just meant that sometimes, it's better not to know some things...
Like what it means to hate...
Mordecai:  Stefan, you do not answer my questions.
Stefan:  Since you've been studying so much, I've got another ting for you to
look up.  I'm one of the Branded.  Perhaps that will explain why I detest my
country and why ignorant laguz detest me.
Mordecai:  Laguz...hate you?  Because you are...  branded?  Stefan, your words
confuse me.

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Mordecai:  Stefan...
Stefan:  Have you found your answer?
Mordecai:  You are on of the Branded.  You are the child of beorc and laguz.
Stefan:  I believe so, at least.  My proof is this mark upon my forehead.
Mordecai:  ...
Stefan:  You don't need to talk to me if you're afraid.  Now that you know what
I am, I make you uncomfortable, don't I?
Mordecai:  I am unsure.  A legend in Gallia speaks of the parentless.  They are
bad omens.  When a parentless one comes into being, a century of destruction
follows...
Stefan:  Yes, that's it.  The laguz do call us that.  "Parentless," as if to
deny our heritage.  As if to deny that we are their kin.  That's how the laguz
treat us--as if we should never have been born.  The beorc may tremble when
they see the brands we bear, but at least they do not deny that we share blood.
That is why so many of the Branded hate the laguz--because they have rejected
our very existence.
Mordecai:  But how?  How is it that you came to be?  Laguz and beorc are
different.  They cannot bear children.  This is how Ashera has made our
world...  It is her law.
Stefan:  I don't know.  The laguz tribes cannot interbreed, I know that much.
However, it seems possible, though rare, for a child to be born to beorc and
laguz parents.  But once the bloodlines have mingled, the trace of it can
remain hidden for countless generations.  Have I violated the goddess's laws?
Have my parents?  No.  Whatever happened was done by some forgotten ancestor.
My parents are beorc, as were their parents before them.  I do not know who is
responsible for what I am.  But now, after many generations, their sin has
appeared in me.  I bear no guilt, but the badge of impurity is mine to wear.
Mordecai:  ...
Stefan:  My laguz blood gives me great power.  I thought about using my power
to gain revenge against the people who scorned me, but I decided against it.  I
have found friends, people who live outside the normal worlds of the beorc and
the laguz.  People who bear the brand.
Mordecai:  What did you want from me, Stefan?  Why did you ask about Gallia?
Stefan:  I was curious about Gallia's beast tribes.  They looked different than
those that live in Begnion.  There are those among the Branded who think that a
country willing to join hands with beorc...  Might find a place for us as well.
We thought we might at last find acceptance in Gallia and Crimea...  Of course,
it didn't work out that way...
Mordecai:  Stefan...
Stefan:  Well, I guess that's the end of our little "friendship" now, isn't it?
I intend to stick around until this war is over, but I won't bother you
anymore.  I know how you laguz are about us.
Mordecai:  No!  I will not pretend that you are not among us.  I will not
pretend that I do not see what is in front of me!
Stefan:  What will you do, Mordecai?  Am I so wretched to you that you feel you
must take direct action against me?  You laguz are closer to nature than the
beorc.  Are you going to enforce the goddess's law?  Is that it?
Mordecai:  I have not met the goddess.  But if her laws make you unwanted, then
I will have nothing to do with her.  You have taught me much, and I would not
like to lose your friendship.
Stefan:  Hm.  You'd want nothing to do with the goddess?  Funny, but for the
first time in my life, I'm grateful to her.
Mordecai:  Why?
Stefan:  If someone like you can be so sincere a friend, then perhaps she's not
to blame.  Perhaps her laws aren't what we think.

Mordecai/Ulki

Support C

Mordecai:  I have a question, Ulki.
Ulki:  Yes?  What is it?
Mordecai:  The bird tribes fly the sky.  How does it feel to fly?
Ulki:  Huh...  I never think about it.  It's just something that I do.
Mordecai:  Hrrrrmm...  I see.  It is for you like running is for me.  I have
never flown.  I wanted to know if it was different.
Ulki:  That's what I figured...
Mordecai:  What kind of place is your home?  Do you have to fly there?
Ulki:  Well...  Even if you were to arrive by ship, Phoenicis has no ports and
no docks.  We have no need for them.  Without our help, it would be hard for
you to visit Phoenicis.
Mordecai:  I see...  That is a shame.
Ulki:  Do you want to come to Phoenicis?
Mordecai:  I do indeed!  I have met many beorc and laguz throughout this war.
Our world is big, and I would see more of it.
Ulki:  You would, huh?

Support B

Ulki:  Mordecai...
Mordecai:  Is something troubling you, Ulki?
Ulki:  I want to ask you something.
Mordecai:  Hm?  What is it?
Ulki:  I understand you beast tribes can see well even at night.  With the
exception of Janaff, my kind cannot see at all at night.  Even with my eyes
wide open, all I can see is the darkness.
Mordecai:  In perfect darkness, I cannot see.  If there is but a little light,
however, I can see as clearly as the day.  I use the moonlight, as should you.
Ulki:  I wish I could, but that is exactly what I mean.  Your kind can see by
moonlight, but the bird clans...
Mordecai:  They cannot?
Ulki:  I long to soar in the sky, looking down upon the moonlit world...  I
would love to see the forest at night.  What do the trees look like as night
falls?  Why are there dewdrops on the leaves in the morning when there's no
rain?  The forest at night has so many mysteries.  What light can you shed on
them?
Mordecai:  During the day, the forest teems with life.  It is very different
from the night forest.  But the night forest is also alive in its way.
Ulki:  Is that so?  I would love to see that, even once.

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Mordecai:  I have an idea, Ulki.
Ulki:  What is it?
Mordecai:  Janaff is your king's eyes.  I will be yours.  Carry me on your
back.  You will help me fly, and I will show you the night forest.
Ulki:  ...No, you'd be too heavy.  I can't carry you.
Mordecai:  Hrrrm...  I see.  I am sorry to trouble you.  I can see at night,
and you can fly in the sky.  I thought it was a good idea...
Ulki:  ...
Mordecai:  It was a foolish thought.
Ulki:  No, it was very kind.  Well, what if...  Yes, suppose I grow stronger,
and you, well, lost some weight...  Then we could give your idea a try.
Mordecai:  I will!  Then, you can take me to Phoenicis, and I will see your
home!  I will do what you have asked!  Except...I must lose some weight.  I do
not like that.  I like to eat...  No!  It will be worth not eating!  I will see
Phoenicis!
Ulki:  ...Uh...  It was just a thought.  Let's not go overboard here...

Mordecai/Ranulf

Support C

Ranulf:  Heya, Mordecai!  What's up, ya'big cat?!
Mordecai:  Ranulf!  It's been a while.
Ranulf:  Yes, it has.  Thanks for all your work.  I heard about how fiercely
you've fought alongside these mercenaries.
Mordecai:  Is that so?  I am glad to help.  Ike is a good beorc...strong and
loyal.  He is worth fighting for.
Ranulf:  Did you have a chance to get to know some of the other mercenaries?
Mordecai:  Some.  Grrr...  I have a question, Ranulf.  Do I speak well in this
tongue?
Ranulf:  You're fine, Mordecai.  Sure, you have an accent, and you tend to
growl a lot, but the beorc can understand.
Mordecai:  These words are hard to me.  As a cat, I need no hard words.  One
roar is enough for all the forest to understand.
Ranulf:  That may be true, but the beorc can't begin to understand the nuance
of our roars.  We would only scare them.
Mordecai:  Yes.  You are right.  These are good beorcs here.  Scaring them
would be...bad.

Support B

Mordecai:  Zzzzzz...  Zzzzzzz...  Puuuurrrrrzzzzz...
Ranulf:  Heya, Mordecai!  Oh...  Are you sleeping?
Mordecai:  Hmm...  Aoooooouuughh...  Ranulf?
Ranulf:  Oh!  You're up.  Boy, how can you sleep out in the open like that?
You and Ike have one thing in common, and that's iron nerves.
Mordecai:  I trust Ike and his pack.  They keep this place safe.
Ranulf:  Ahh, I see...  Say, Mordecai...  I noticed something the last time I
saw you fight.  You sometimes close your eyes when you attack the enemy.  Why
is that?
Mordecai:  ...You have sharp eyes.
Ranulf:  So why do you do that?
Mordecai:  I have no taste for watching my enemies tear into long shreds.  I
must fight hard.  I must kill beorc and laguz...but I do not like it.  So I
close my eyes.
Ranulf:  Is that the reason you miss sometimes?
Mordecai:  ...You see much.
Ranulf:  Yeah, I'm just full of handy talents.  Too bad.  It's a bit of a
waste.  If it wasn't for your big ol' heart, you'd be a more efficient soldier.
Mordecai:  I'm...sorry...
Ranulf:  Don't be sorry, Mordecai.  You are who you are.
Mordecai: ...

Support A

Mordecai:  Grrr...  I am...sorry, Ranulf.
Ranulf:  What's the matter, Mordecai?
Mordecai:  I have thought about what you said.  But I can't change how I fight.
It is the way I am.
Ranulf:  Oh...  I know.
Mordecai:  I am a warrior, so I fight.  I want to defend my people...and my
friends...  so I fight.  But I can only fight like I know how.
Ranulf:  You've always been that way.  I mean, you like to take naps with the
squirrels!  Like I said, you have a big heart.
Mordecai:  ...Sorry.
Ranulf:  Don't apologize.  Don't worry about it.
Mordecai:  Maybe...  I cause trouble for Ike and his pack.  Maybe I am a
burden.  This pains me.
Ranulf:  You're no burden, Mordecai.  You fight hard for Ike.  Now we must
continue to fight to end this war.
Mordecai:  You speak the truth.  I want this war to end!
Ranulf:  Then let's get out there and crush the enemy!
Mordecai:  Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!

VOLKE:

Volke/Bastian

Support C

Volke:  You there, in the bushes.  You have until the count of five to show
yourself before I start throwing sharp objects.  One...two...four...
Bastian:  Oh, dear!  Keep those daggers sheathed, dearest Volke!  I can see why
you've earned such a reputation.
Volke:  Oh.  Hello, Bastian.
Bastian:  You weren't the fellow I was expecting to see.  Indulge my curiosity
for a moment...  Who are you working for?
Volke:  Knowing you, I'm surprised you haven't already checked on what I had
for breakfast.
Bastian:  So, it's true, then...  You are working for Crimea under Commander
Ike?
Volke:  I serve no nation.  I work for Ike himself.
Bastian:  And why is that?
Volke:  Ten thousand.
Bastian:  Ten thousand?
Volke:  Pay me, and I'll answer that question.
Bastian:  Ta ha ha!  You had no intention of answering my question, so you came
up with some outrageous sum.  Very well.
Volke:  I'm not a charity.  Get lost if you can't afford my fee.
Bastian:  Hmmm...what has Ike got brewing in that brain of his that involves
this scurrilous man of the shadows?  Methinks I should look into this forthwith!

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Volke:  Back already?
Bastian:  A little bird landed on my shoulder and whispered some very juicy
information in my ear.  Most of it matches perfectly with what I've heard Ike
tell the princess.  Yes, the information I'm not sharing with you is most
interesting indeed.  Delectable, even.
Volke:  You never could resist a tasty morsel of gossip.
Bastian:  We all our habits have.  In any case, my doubts about you and
Commander Ike have been put to rest.
Volke:  How kind of you.
Bastian:  That's all I need say.  I just thought I'd ease your concerns.
Consider it a professional courtesy.
Volke:  Bastian?
Bastian:  Yeeeees?
Volke:  You're well suited to skulking behind the scenes and playing the
puppeteer.  Have you considered a change in employer?
Bastian:  My allegiance is with the Crimean royal family.  I'm sure you
understand.
Volke:  Suit yourself.

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Volke:  You still want something from me.  Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.
Bastian:  When does your contract with Commander Ike expire?
Volke:  Heh.  Why do you ask?
Bastian:  There is a very delicate matter I'd like you to attend to.  It's
something only you are suited to...address.
Volke:  I've known you for a long time now, and I've never seen such a
desperate glimmer in your eye.
Bastian:  Twenty thousand.
Volke:  Eh?
Bastian:  I'll get you twenty thousand.  But you'll have to attend to it right
away.
Volke:  That sounds...tasty.  Unfortunately, I have a policy against taking two
jobs at once.  It will have to wait until this one is over.
Bastian:  ...
Volke:  Don't fret, Bastian.  My contract with Ike will only last as long as
this war, and it's already coming to an end.  It's not clear yet who will win,
but it's certainly coming to a head.  When my plate is clean, I'll find you.
Bastian:  This is absurd!  You won't take the job?
Volke:  Oh, I'll take it.  I never pass up a lucrative offer.  Plus, I've come
to think you're not so bad, Bastian.  You've always paid in full and on time.
I like that in an employer.
Bastian:  So I'm an excellent employer?  Perhaps I should set you up with a
pension!  Ta ha ha!  In any case, It appears that I will have to wait until the
end of this miserable war to secure your services.  But do not dawdle, Volke.
It is a matter of utmost urgency.

KIERAN:

Kieran/Oscar

Support C

Oscar:  Hi, Kieran.  How are you?
Kieran:  What the...  Oscar!  How I loathe that name!  Don't give me such
pleasant greetings!  I care not for them!
Oscar:  What did I do now?
Kieran:  Oh ho!  Don't tell me you've forgotten our second year of enlistment!
The year we completed horsemanship?  There was a final race to end the year...
My beloved horse and I were flawless, but you beat us by the smallest of
margins!
Oscar:  Huh?  Oh, are you talking about that race you challenged me to?  Yeah,
that was fun...  But I thought the distance between us was at least three
lengths-
Kieran:  Ha!  LIAR!  Deceitful, lying, squinty coward!  That was the very
moment I marked you as my archrival!  Don't pretend not to care!
Oscar:  Uh...wow.  I had no idea-
Kieran:  But why!?  I must know why you left the Crimean knighthood without a
word of explanation!  I devoted myself to training with my horse!  I worked day
and night so I could best my archrival...  And thanks to my extreme devotion...
I didn't realize you were gone until six months later!  Delinquent!  Reneger!
Oscar:  Wait a sec...  Kieran.  How is that my fault?

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Kieran:  Oscar!!
Oscar:  Hi, Kieran.  Still hanging in there, huh?
Kieran:  I can't take it anymore!  Come back!  Rejoin the proud brotherhood of
the Crimean knights!
Oscar:  This is sudden-
Kieran:  As a former Crimean knight, surely you have some sense of loyalty!
What say you!?  Rejoin!  For king and country!  The homeland is in danger!  Any
who used to be Crimean knights should come rushing to her aid!
Oscar:  You have a point.  And I'm glad I'm able to help rebuild the homeland,
even if it's as a mercenary.
Kieran:  I'm not here to make you glad!  I'm here to convince you to be a
knight again!  You're not fulfilling your allegiance to sweet Crimea by being a
mercenary!  How can you sleep at night?
Oscar:  I love Crimea, but I'm happy here.  I want to serve Ike as a member of
the Greil Mercenaries.  Forever.
Kieran:  Darn!  Why!?  What draws you guys to such a life...?  What could make
the mercenary life so appealing that you would sell your loyalty to our
glorious homeland, Crimea?  A-ha!  Could it be the nice fat salary!?  That's
it!  I remember you saying that you needed money!  Ho!  Loose lips sink ships!
Oscar:  If I wanted money, I would have stayed with the Crimean knights.  I
only get about half of that now.
Kieran:  What in the--!?  Bah!  Wake up, man!  Can't you see you're being
duped!?  Honor!  Fortune!  Glory!  It can be yours!
Oscar:  I doubt it.
Kieran:  Bah, I say!  You're hopeless!
Oscar:  Who's hopeless...?

Support A

Kieran:  Oscar!!
Oscar:  Hello, Kieran.  Are you going to ask me to return to the Crimean
knights again?
Kieran:  You guessed it!  I'm a Crimean knight...  and I'm very proud of that
fact!  No better friend!  No worse enemy!  A knight distinguishes himself in
battle, returning in triumph to hear adulation from the people and praise from
his lord!  When you make your name as a knight, everyone knows you!  The world
is laid at your feet!  And above all else, you can defend our beloved Crimea
and her people with your own two hands!!
Oscar:  That certainly sounds nice.
Kieran:  It's better than the life of a mercenary, cavorting with outlaws and
entering battles from which you never return!  Why, Oscar?  Why!?  I just don't
get it!
Oscar: ...
Kieran:  You're my archrival!  That's an honor!  I know your true skills better
than anyone.  If you say you will come back, I'll do everything I can to
recommend your honorable return to the knights!
Oscar:  Heh.  Thanks, Kieran.  But I'm not returning.  After joining the
mercenaries, I had a chance to see the world.  I saw grief with my own eyes.
People subjugated by the powerful, losing everything and dying alone...
Countries can't save people like that.  It's up to men like us-men who are in
the thick of the action-to aid those who cannot aid themselves.  Besides, I
have no use for honor.  As long as I can defend the family called the Greil
Mercenaries, I'm happy.
Kieran:  Bla... Blast!  You've outdone me again!  How can this be?  I don't
know why or how, but...  I feel you beat me yet again!
Oscar:  You didn't lose.  There are many things that a brave knight like
yourself can do that we mercenaries cannot.  So let's both do our best.  We may
stand on different sides of the field, but we aspire to the same ideal.
Kieran:  I see...  Then I will ask you no more!!  Watch me!  When Crimea is
fully restored, my distinguished services will resonate throughout the ages!
You'll hear about it wherever you are!  I'll make sure of it!
Oscar:  ...Yes, I'm sure you will.  And when I hear your brave tales, I'll
toast your success!

Kieran/Rhys

Support C

Kieran:  Hey, Rhys!  Nice day, isn't it.
Rhys:  Oh, hello, Kier...  Yaaaa!  What happened to you!?
Kieran:  Huh?  What is it?
Rhys:  Th-there's blood gushing down the side of your head!
Kieran:  Hm?  Why, so there is...  Isn't that odd?
Rhys:  Odd?  Please, hold still!  Just stay there!  Let me get my heal staff
and--
Kieran:  Heal staff?  Bah!  I'm fine.  A scratch like this will heal itself!
You should have seen the time I fought the Giant Scorpions of --
Rhys:  Oh, my goodness!  Are you kidding!?  Please!  Hold still...  ...Phew!
That should do it.  But...how did you hurt yourself?
Kieran:  Oh, I was just training over there...  Must have gotten a little
crazy!  Hiyaaaaaa!  Whaaaaaaa!
Rhys:  Who were you sparring with?  And why did they hit you hard enough to
draw blood?
Kieran:  Sparring?  Ha!  No one spars with Kieran!  I'm too much man for them!
No, I was just swinging my axe around.
Rhys:  H-how do you cut yourself swinging--
Kieran:  Rhys?  I'm a Crimean knight!  We fear neither blood, nor pain, nor
terribly sharp implements being inserted into our...
Rhys: Ooooooohhh...
Kieran:  ...Eh?  What's wrong, Rhys?
Rhys:  I...  I'm sorry.  I just got a little lightheaded there...  Do you
always put yourself through such harsh training?
Kieran:  Of course!  I'm a Crimean knight!  I never cut corners in my training!
Why, even if the enemy were to lance me with a thousand barbed and poisoned
needles, I would never stop!
Rhys:  Well, that's an...admirable attitude...  But I'm still concerned...  Oh,
dear me.

Support B

Rhys:  Ah, Kieran.  There you are.
Kieran:  Oh, hello, Rhys!  What brings you here?
Rhys:  May I watch you train?  I figured someone with a heal staff should be
around, just in case an accident happens.
Kieran:  Ha ha ha!  Aren't you a worrywart!  But being watched is good!  Now I
can take my training to the next level!  All right!  Watch this!
Rhys:  Oh, er...  I'm just here to see that you don't get hurt...  Oh, do be
careful...  No!  Don't juggle the lance, too!
Kieran:  Behold the awesome power of Crimean Royal Knight Fifth Platoon Captain
Kieran!  Now I call this little trick--  Nnngg...!  Gaaaaa!  Whaaaaaaaa!
...Ah, nuts.
Rhys:  Oh, dear heavens!  Oh, this is terrible.  Stay right there!  Let me take
care of you...
Kieran:  Ho, I'm fine!  Don't worry about old Kieran!  I just need to pull this
axe out of my head here...  Whooo, that's sharp!

Support A

Rhys:  Are you...training again, Kieran?
Kieran:  Oh, Rhys!  Say, thanks for helping me out the other day!  Who knew
that head wounds bled so much?  Of course, this one time a sellsword tried to
jam hot coals inside my--
Rhys:  Please, Kieran!  Stop!  You have to think about your own safety!
Kieran:  Safety?  Ha ha ha!  I'm not a coward!  Crimean knights fear nothing!
Never!  Why, not even the threat of merciliess--
Rhys:  I know!  I know, but...  If something happens to you, it will ruin your
reputation.
Kieran:  My reputation?
Rhys:  Your gravestone is going to say:  "Here lies Kieran the knight!  He
suffered a massive hemorrhage in training and died cold and alone."  Are you
all right with that?
Kieran:  Hmm...  Y-yes, that could be bad...  Why, no one would ever remember
the time that I fought the Mad Crocodile of Upper--
Rhys:  Please!  Promise me that you won't do any more dangerous training.
Kieran:  Wha--?!  Oh, that's a hard pill to swallow!  But if I die in training
before hitting the battlefield, it would be a shame...  Oh, what to do...
Rhys:  We'd be in trouble if we lose you, Kieran!  Er...  Oh!  Yes!  You see,
we can't achieve victory without our greatest soldier--  that would be you--in
our army.
Kieran:  I see.  Yes, you're right!  You're absolutely right!  Our army's
finest warrior cannot afford to push it too far!  Very well.  I'm not sure how
this will work, but I will take better care of myself!  From now on...simple
training!
Rhys:  Phew...  Thanks for your understanding.  I'll come check on you from
time to time.  Remember!  Take it easy!
Kieran:  Sure, no problem! Hmmm...  I guess I'll just...sit down here and...
knit...something...  Ooo, look!  A bear!
Rhys:  No, Kieran!  Noooooooo!

Kieran/Marcia

Support C

Kieran:  Ho ho!  I would love to have a chance to train with a Pegasus knight.
It could only increase my already mighty skills...  Oh, here comes one now!
Marcia!
Marcia:  Huh?
Kieran:  Ahem!  Er...  I would like to have the pleasure of...  Oh, pardon me.
I forgot to introduce myself.  My name-
Marcia:  I already know who you are.  Crimean Royal Knight Fifth Platoon
Captain Kieran.  Did I get that right?
Kieran:  How do you know my name?  Not to mention my post...  Maybe it was the
fame I won during our last battle?  No, I was only semi-glorious...
Marcia:  Um...
Kieran:  Or perhaps I have injured you and yours with a past transgression?
Are you here to revenge yourself on me?!
Marcia:  Nooo....
Kieran:  Oh ho!  Then tales of my valor must have spread to other countries!
Perhaps you know of the time I slew the Giant Spider of...  Naah...  That's
pushing it.  But it is possible...  Let's see...  It's also possible that...
Marcia:  Hey!  Meathead!
Kieran:  Yaaaa!  W-what?!  Don't scare me like that!
Marcia:  We all know your name.  You announce yourself every time we fight.  "I
am Crimean Royal Knight, Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran!  See me and tremble!"
Kieran:  Hmm...  Well, that explains it...
Marcia:  So.  How can I help you?
Kieran:  Huh?
Marcia:  Didn't you want to ask me something?
Kieran:  Oh, that's right.  Er...  Hm?  What did I want to ask you?  Blast!
Was it...  No, that's not it...
Marcia:  Riiight.  Well, you come find me whenever you remember...  Sheesh!  I
think this guy's helmet is on too tight...

Support B

Kieran:  Marcia!
Marcia:  Oh, hiya, Kieran.  How's your horse?
Kieran:  Oh, he's much better!  And it's all thanks to you!  When he took ill,
I didn't know what to do, but...  Your first aid saved the day!
Marcia:  Poor guy was exhausted from the constant marching.  We've been
fighting everywhere.  I don't blame him for collapsing.  Let him rest until he
gets used to this new land.  I'm sure he'll get better.
Kieran:  I had no such knowledge, for I had never fought beyond the borders of
sweet Crimea.  I thank you with all my heart!
Marcia:  Pfff!  Please!  It's no big deal.  I've seen much worse.
Kieran:  Nevertheless, I, Crimean Royal Knight, Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran,
shall return the favor no matter-
Marcia:  Hey!  Big fella!  I told you, thanks aren't necessary.  I'm sure that
we'll run into something that you can help me with...  Er...at least, I guess
that might happen...  So you can just help me out when that situation arrives.
...If it arrives.
Kieran:  Say no more!  I will do so with my life!
Marcia:  Please!  Keep your life!  Oh, that reminds me...  Didn't you want to
ask me something the other day?
Kieran:  Oh, that...  Well, with my horse's illness and all, I've forgotten
what it was...  But, by my axe, I swear that I will-
Marcia:  Keep your axe too!  Good gravy, I can't deal with this guy!

Support A

Marcia:  Kieran!
Kieran:  Oh, Marcia!
Marcia:  Your horse looks completely healed!  I'm so glad.
Kieran:  Yes, thanks to you.  Let me thank you again!  I, Crimean Roy-
Marcia:  Oh, jerky!  Not again!  Stop doing that!  Sheesh...  Say, what's with
the bucket?
Kieran:  I was going to wash my horse.  He hasn't been scrubbed down in a
while, and he could use it.  Besides, with all of my amazing adventures, my
poor horse gets quite the workout.  I try to treat him well.
Marcia:  Aw, that's sweet!
Kieran:  What is?
Marcia:  You love your horse!  That's so nice!  I figured you'd be too busy
flexing or something to notice...
Kieran:  He is more than just a simple horse...  He is my brother-in-arms!
Some knights, some Crimean knights even, treat their horses like mere
transportation...  but I don't feel that way.  And it's not just horses.
Armor!  Axes!  Gauntlets!  Boots!  Er...this canteen!  All fighting tools are
my brothers-in-arms!
Marcia:  How admirable.
Kieran:  No, Marcia, it is not admirable.  It is simply common sense.
Marcia:  Ha ha!  I wasn't sure that you had common sense!  You're always
forgetful and distracted when it comes to other things...
Kieran:  Huh!  Well, I can't say that I can agree!  In fact, once while I was
fighting the Giant Whippoorwill of Sothern Crimea-
Marcia:  Good-bye, Kieran!

BROM:

Brom/Nephenee

Support C

Brom: Well, howdy, Nephenee! Isn't it a beautiful day?
Nephenee: Mmm-hmm. It sure is!
Brom: I bet your hometown is real busy now, what with harvest season
approaching and all.
Nephenee: Yeah, I bet. I'm sure my brothers and sisters are grumblin' at Ma for
making them help in the fields.
Brom: Ho ho! All kids ever want to do is play. I should know! Say, how many
people are in your family, Nephenee?
Nephenee: I have two younger sisters and three younger brothers. The boys are
triplets. They just turned six years old.
Brom: That's too much for your mom to handle on her own!
Nephenee: Yep, I'm sure Ma chews 'em out every day. What about you, Brom?
Brom: My kids are a little older. I hope they're helping Mother like they're
supposed to...
Nephenee: Don't worry 'bout it, Brom. I'm sure they are.

Support B

Brom: Where are those barracks anyway?
Nephenee: Hmm... I'm not sure.
Brom: How do these guys know where to go without getting lost?  Moving from one
camp to the next every day, never resting, bad food... Oh, it's got me all
worked up!
Nephenee: It's a war. There ain't nothin' you can do. We just have to get used
to it.
Brom: I guess you're right. You and I were strangers to war before.
Nephenee: I know. That's why I don't quite understand what passes for normal
around here.
Brom: I tell ya, it sure was tough when I first volunteered! For one thing, we
militiamen are nothing but a bunch of farmers and villagers. We had courage and
determination to spare, but we sure lacked talent!
Nephenee: I know what ya mean, Brom! There weren't even enough gear for us!
They gave me a bow and told me to share it with another gal. But neither one of
us knew how to use it, anyhow.
Brom: Yup! I hear you well! The war broke out so suddenly, the only decent
training we got was how to stand for roll call!  Every time we marched, people
got lost or strayed or fled.  We were losing soldiers before we even saw the
enemy.  That's why I don't feel bad about being taken prisoner... But this army
is real good compared to my last one!
Nephenee: Well, what did you expect? We're in a real army now.  Horsefeathers!
Where are those barracks?
Brom: Oh, enough walking! My feet hurt! And my back is sore.  Let's just ask
someone.
Nephenee: A-ask someone? Um... Fine. You do it!
Brom: What? What's wrong?
Nephenee: I... I'm not used to talkin' with city folk.
Brom: What are you afraid of?  Just talk like you always do.
Nephenee: Oh no!  I-I'm a country girl!  They'll all set to laughin'

Support A

Brom: Howdy, Nephenee.
Nephenee: Well, hello there, Brom.
Brom: I was just talking to one of those younger fellas.  He said you don't
talk much to other people.
Nephenee: Th-that's because I'm a country girl and... I'm embarrassed.
Brom: What are you embarrassed about?  There's nothing wrong with country!
Nephenee: You know I have a heavy accent!  They'll make fun of me.  I can't
talk well like you, Brom.
Brom: Oh that's cow plop and you know it!  Everyone in this army is so danged
nice!  They wouldn't ever laugh at you!  Don't be so uptight.  Just pretend
you're back in your own village.
Nephenee: ...
Brom: You smile whenever we talk, right?  Aw, you have a beautiful smile.  It's
a shame that you hide it.  Come on, try smiling now.
Nephenee: Um...all... All right.
Brom: Come on now, smile... Smiiiiiile...
Nephenee: Aw, Brom! It's embarrassing.  Like...like this?
Brom: That's right!  That's it!  Yee haw!  That's the smile I want to see.
You're a good-looking girl, Nephenee!  The young fellas in the company won't
leave you alone if you keep doing that!  Say, why don't you find a nice guy
here and take him back to the village!
Nephenee: S-stop Brom!  I'm embarrassed!

Brom/Zihark

Support C

Brom: Hmm...? Hey, what are you doing?
Zihark: Hi, Brom. I'm just fixing my shoulder guard. See? It's starting to rip
right here.
Brom: Oh, yeah. You don't want to go into battle like that!  This one time, I
had a... Hey! How do you know my name?
Zihark: Hm? Oh, I'm just good at remembering names and faces.  Natural talent,
I suppose. Sorry if I got a little fresh with you!  Let me introduce myself.
I'm Zihark. How do you do, Brom?
Brom: Howdy! Nice to meet you!  Fixing a shoulder guard is tough work. What do
you do when you're not at war? You work in leather?
Zihark: Nope. Just a swordsman.
Brom: Huh..I didn't know swordsmen could fix something like this. That's quite
a skill!
Zihark: I taught myself. Mercenaries don't make good money, you know. I can't
afford to visit a tradesman...  And...done! All right, that should hold.
Brom: Wow... Isn't that something? I have to teach my youngest son how to do
that!
Zihark: How many children do you have, Brom?
Brom: I've got five sons and three daughters. In fact..my oldest girl is just
about your age.
Zihark: I figured you would have lots of children.
Brom: How did you figure that?
Zihark: Just look at you, Brom. You're a big man with a big heart. The perfect
daddy!
Brom: Y-you think so? Oh, stop! You're embarrassing me!

Support B

Brom: Howdy, Zihark. I had a good time with you the other day.
Zihark: Heya, Brom!  You're quite the talker! You made me laugh the whole time.
I haven't had such a fun meal in a long time.
Brom: Aw, shucks! That makes me happy that I invited you out.
Zihark: Oh, yeah. This is my share. Take it.
Brom: Don't worry about it. I invited you, remember? It's on me.
Zihark: I can't let you do that, big guy.  You invited me on short notice
notice, and I didn't have any cash on me. But today I'm ready, so let me pay
for my half.
Brom: Well, even if you want to, I don't even remember how much I paid.
Zihark: The total came to four fifty. I'll give you two and a quarter, and we
can call it even.
Brom: Well, aren't you a fine young man! You've got a good memory, and you can
do math!
Zihark: That's just my nature. Most mercenaries are basically lazy and
sloppy... I think I drive them crazy.
Brom: Nah. That just makes you even more of a true man!  I bet you're pretty
popular with the young lasses, eh? Eh?!
Zihark: Um...not...really. It would take an... eccentric girl to love a guy
like me.
Brom: I tell you, Zihark, sometimes I don't get this world. I mean, even a
simpleton like me has a family!
Zihark: Ha! I'm telling you, Brom, you're a good man. Trust me on this one.
Brom: Oh, I have an idea! And it's a humdinger! You should marry my daughter!
Zihark: Um... Er... I should what?
Brom: I don't mean to sound like a proud poppa, but they're all great girls!
And if I like you this much, I'm sure that my daughters will like you, too.
Zihark: Heh... Hey, enough with the jokes, Brom...
Brom: How about it? I think you'd be a great match for the oldest one! You're
both the same age!
Zihark: Oh, boy...

Support A

Brom: So, anyway...  My oldest girl is well built!  Actually, she's about my
size.  But don't worry!  She can still work the fields like a man!  I'm sure
you'll love her!
Zihark: Um...she sounds...lovely.
Brom: Stop giving me such halfhearted answers and start listening!  I'm talking
about the girl who is going to be your future wife!
Zihark: Brom, listen... I didn't tell you this the other day, but... I have no
intentions of getting married now.
Brom: What?  Aw, shucks!  Why not?
Zihark: I had... I had an important girlfriend before.  We couldn't be together
because of...complicated reasons...  But even now I still think about her.  I
can't get her out of my mind.  I appreciate your kindness, but...  Anyway,
that's why.
Brom: I see.  That's a real shame...
Zihark: But I tell you what!  The idea of joining your family was quite
appealing.
Brom: Hmm...  Then how about my second-oldest girl?!  She's a little younger,
but don't let that worry you too much!  She's a sweetheart, I tell ya!  Why,
once when the cow got loose, she lifted it right up and hauled it back...
Zihark: No!  Wait!  That isn't what I meant...  Aw, nuts.

NEPHENEE:

Nephenee/Brom

Support C

Brom: Well, howdy, Nephenee! Isn't it a beautiful day?
Nephenee: Mmm-hmm. It sure is!
Brom: I bet your hometown is real busy now, what with harvest season
approaching and all.
Nephenee: Yeah, I bet. I'm sure my brothers and sisters are grumblin' at Ma for
making them help in the fields.
Brom: Ho ho! All kids ever want to do is play. I should know! Say, how many
people are in your family, Nephenee?
Nephenee: I have two younger sisters and three younger brothers. The boys are
triplets. They just turned six years old.
Brom: That's too much for your mom to handle on her own!
Nephenee: Yep, I'm sure Ma chews 'em out every day. What about you, Brom?
Brom: My kids are a little older. I hope they're helping Mother like they're
supposed to...
Nephenee: Don't worry 'bout it, Brom. I'm sure they are.

Support B

Brom: Where are those barracks anyway?
Nephenee: Hmm... I'm not sure.
Brom: How do these guys know where to go without getting lost?  Moving from one
camp to the next every day, never resting, bad food... Oh, it's got me all
worked up!
Nephenee: It's a war. There ain't nothin' you can do. We just have to get used
to it.
Brom: I guess you're right. You and I were strangers to war before.
Nephenee: I know. That's why I don't quite understand what passes for normal
around here.
Brom: I tell ya, it sure was tough when I first volunteered! For one thing, we
militiamen are nothing but a bunch of farmers and villagers. We had courage and
determination to spare, but we sure lacked talent!
Nephenee: I know what ya mean, Brom! There weren't even enough gear for us!
They gave me a bow and told me to share it with another gal. But neither one of
us knew how to use it, anyhow.
Brom: Yup! I hear you well! The war broke out so suddenly, the only decent
training we got was how to stand for roll call!  Every time we marched, people
got lost or strayed or fled.  We were losing soldiers before we even saw the
enemy.  That's why I don't feel bad about being taken prisoner... But this army
is real good compared to my last one!
Nephenee: Well, what did you expect? We're in a real army now.  Horsefeathers!
Where are those barracks?
Brom: Oh, enough walking! My feet hurt! And my back is sore.  Let's just ask
someone.
Nephenee: A-ask someone? Um... Fine. You do it!
Brom: What? What's wrong?
Nephenee: I... I'm not used to talkin' with city folk.
Brom: What are you afraid of?  Just talk like you always do.
Nephenee: Oh no!  I-I'm a country girl!  They'll all set to laughin'

Support A

Brom: Howdy, Nephenee.
Nephenee: Well, hello there, Brom.
Brom: I was just talking to one of those younger fellas.  He said you don't
talk much to other people.
Nephenee: Th-that's because I'm a country girl and... I'm embarrassed.
Brom: What are you embarrassed about?  There's nothing wrong with country!
Nephenee: You know I have a heavy accent!  They'll make fun of me.  I can't
talk well like you, Brom.
Brom: Oh that's cow plop and you know it!  Everyone in this army is so danged
nice!  They wouldn't ever laugh at you!  Don't be so uptight.  Just pretend
you're back in your own village.
Nephenee: ...
Brom: You smile whenever we talk, right?  Aw, you have a beautiful smile.  It's
a shame that you hide it.  Come on, try smiling now.
Nephenee: Um...all... All right.
Brom: Come on now, smile... Smiiiiiile...
Nephenee: Aw, Brom! It's embarrassing.  Like...like this?
Brom: That's right!  That's it!  Yee haw!  That's the smile I want to see.
You're a good-looking girl, Nephenee!  The young fellas in the company won't
leave you alone if you keep doing that!  Say, why don't you find a nice guy
here and take him back to the village!
Nephenee: S-stop Brom!  I'm embarrassed!

Nephenee/Devdan

Support C

Devdan:  Yoo-hoo!  Hey there, little one!  Devdan has something to tell you.
Nephenee:  What...is it?
Devdan:  Devdan thinks that you look angry.  Why are you always scowling?
Small children will start to cry!
Nephenee:  You...think so?
Devdan:  It's frightening to look at you!  You had better start to smile
more...  or else!  Being too serious is a bad business.  Keep it up and your
life will end much sooner than you like!
Nephenee:  Um...you're scaring me.
Devdan:  Is that right?  Hmm...  What's your name?
Nephenee:  Nephenee...
Devdan:  Well then, Devdan will now teach Nephenee how to laugh.  Don't be shy!
It will be fun!
Nephenee:  All...right...  Please don't hurt me.

Support B

Devdan:  I have something to tell you, Nephenee.
Nephenee:  AAAAH!  Um...y-yes, Devdan?
Devdan:  You have that stern look again...  You had better start to smile
more...  Or else!  Remember what Devdan taught you the other day?  You can
laugh for no reason at all!
Nephenee:  I'm trying!  I promise!  I really am...  See?  Um...  Heh heh...
Devdan:  Trying?  Oh, little one!  All you have to do is to laugh like Devdan.
Like this!  Mua ha har hee ho hee hoo!
Nephenee:  Well, it's...it's hard to laugh when you're sad...and...terribly
frightened.
Devdan:  Nephenee always says things like that.  Talking in such a quiet voice.
It makes Devdan sad...and upset!
Nephenee:  Eep!
Devdan:  But more sad.  Devdan once visited a village that was home to a girl
like you.  She was so good to poor Devdan...  But one day, bandits came to the
village...and they killed her.
Nephenee:  That's terrible!
Devdan:  She took herself too seriously.  She should have stayed hidden with
everyone else.  Instead, she came out from hiding while Devdan was fighting the
bandits.  She thought she had to do something herself...  That's why Devdan
wants you to talk more, and smile more, too!  One day...poof!  It could be too
late for poor Nephenee!
Nephenee:  Um...C-Commander Ike!  Titania?  Anyone...?

Support A

Nephenee:  Um...  Hello, D-Devdan.
Devdan:  Mua ha har hee ho hee hoo!  Nephenee never says hello first.  That
makes Devdan happy!
Nephenee:  I'm smiling!  See!  So...happy...  Smiling...so...hard...
Devdan:  It is hard for Devdan to hear Nephenee say such things...
Nephenee:  I-I'm sorry--
Devdan: Devdan loves to see people smile!  That's why Devdan smiles, too.  But
seeing a pained smile is sad.  You try to smile because Devdan asked you to,
but you are still full of sorrow.  It reminds Devdan of the dead child that you
heard about the other day...  The poor, dead child...  Devdan is sorry,
Nephenee.  Let us speak no more of it.  I will get...upset.
Nephenee:  U-upset?  D-don't do that, Devdan!
Devdan:  Mmmmm...
Nephenee:  Maybe I've been...uh...too negative!  If I think positive, I'll
smile a lot.  Like you!  See?!
Devdan:  Of course you will!  A smile helps you and your friends!  Can you
smile wider?  Here, Devdan will help!
Nephenee:  Ah!  Wait!  No!  Look, I got it!  Smile, Nephenee...  Smile big...
Smile and back away...

Nephenee/Calill

Support C

Calill: Hm?  Hey, you there!  Hold on!
Nephenee: ...?
Calill: Why is a pretty girl like you covering her face with an unfashionable
helmet like that?  The world should see your beauty!  It's a travesty, I tell
you!  A veritable crime against nature!  Oh, and where is your makeup?
Nephenee: Well, I ain't really...a makeup kind of gal.
Calill: ...Ain't?  Where are you from, missy?
Nephenee: I'm from...around.
Calill: Such an unsociable girl!  Well, you can't fool Calill!  I know why
you're not much of a talker.  You're embarrassed about your country accent and
low speech, are you not?
Nephenee: H-how do you...
Calill: How do I know that?  Well, I used to have a...friend with same problem
Nephenee: You?  But you're from the city!  And you're so-
Calill: Elegant?  Yes, indeed.  Quite so.  Oh, but I have an absolutely
splendid idea...  I'll teach you to talk like a true lady!  Having a rube like
you around will just make me miss the city, anyway.  I'll even show you how to
put on makeup!
Nephenee:  I... I ain't-
Calill: Tsk!  A lady never says such things!  I can see this will be a bit of
work...  Well, you leave everything to me, missy!
Nephenee: ...

Support B

Calill:  Oh, hello again!  How are you?  Have you been studying your grammar?
Hmm...  Let's check your makeup.
Nephenee: Calill-
Calill:  Shush!  Now look up... Higher!  Hmm...  Not bad.  A little light
perhaps...  But this helmet has got to go!
Nephenee:  Aw, that's all right.  Everyone'll stare if I take it off.
Calill:  Why, my dear missy!  Are you finally starting to believe in your own
beauty?
Nephenee:  Oh, I ain't-
Calill:  Tsk!  True ladies don't say "ain't"!  And it's a dastardly lie,
anyway.  Look at you!  You're gorgeous!  A splendid face, plus that fantastic
figure, and yet you hide it under armor?  Oooh!  I'm so jealous I could scream!
Nephenee:  But I ain--  I mean, I can't hold my head up like you.  I'm just a
country girl.
Calill:  Yes, it seems like a burden to always worry about how others see you.
But I'll tell you a secret...  People in the city are cold!  They don't care
about anyone but themselves!
Nephenee:  Not you, Calill!  You're kind.
Calill:  Me?  Oh.  Hm... I guess I am.  Well, perhaps not everyone from the
city is so cold...  Don't you give up, Nephenee!  Trust me!  You have charm!
You'll be the talk of the society pages in no time!
Nephenee:  Thank you.

Support A

Calill: Oh?  What's in the bag?  Did you run an errand, Nephenee?
Nephenee:  I saw some beedle nuts on the trees near here so...
Calill:  Oh, I see.  And what, pray tell, is a beedle nut?
Nephenee:  Oh, they're swell!  We use the oil on the shell to treat insect
bites.
Calill:  Oh?  I had no idea there was such a thing.  We don't have such trees
in the city...  My, country wisdom is amazing!  Oh, but listen to me ramble!
May I sample one of your nuts?
Nephenee:  Well, sure but...  Oh, be careful, Calill!  The shell is real
sticky!  Don't touch it with your bare hands.
Calill:  Ah, I see.  But perhaps if I hold the top and bottom edges of the
shell like so...  The oil won't contact my skin.
Nephenee:  W-what?  How did you...?
Calill:  Mmm...  Delicious!
Nephenee:  You're not from the city at all!
Calill:  Shush!  You didn't see anything!  I'm a sophisticated urbanite, right?
Nephenee: ...
Calill:  What?  Surprised?  Oh, come now.  You're not the only one who doesn't
want to be known as a country bumpkin.  That's why I know how you feel.
Nephenee:  Oh... But...now I know that I can be like you if I work hard.  That
makes me happy.  I will... I will work hard, Calill.
Calill:  Hallelujah!  She sees the light!  Now you just have to find a good man
to bring back to your village!

ZIHARK:

Zihark/Ilyana

Support C

Zihark: Uh...Ilyana? What are you staring at?
Ilyana: Oh? Er... The bag on your hip.
Zihark: It's nothing special. I just carry a vulnerary and some snacks in
there. Why? Is there something wrong with it?
Ilyana: Oooh... It smells delicious...
Zihark: Really? That's odd. It's just some dried meat.
Ilyana: Dried meat! So...savory... I'm just...you know. I'm hungry.
Zihark: You're hungry? But I just saw you shoveling down some roast rabbit a
few minutes ago!  You may look frail, but you can sure throw down the chow!
Well, I'm off. Talk to you later!
Ilyana: Oh...good-bye.  What am I going to do? I should have told him I'm
starving and nearly ready to collapse from hunger pains.  Maybe then he would
have given me some of his delicious-smelling snacks. I need food!

Support B

Ilyana: Er... Hello...
Zihark: Hello, Ilyana. You're hungry again, aren't you?
Ilyana: No.  Maybe.  Fine...yes.  I'm starving!
Zihark:  How can you possibly eat so much and still be hungry?  Last night you
swiped the chicken wing right out of my hands!  Does casting a few spells
really make you that hungry?
Ilyana: To be honest, I don't know why I'm so hungry.  I'm never full.  I
always get hungry as soon as I eat.  Normally, I eat about as much food as five
people.  Today was tough because I only got enough food for three.
Zihark: What?!  That's just incredible!  That sounds like a serious problem.
Well...good luck with that.
Ilyana:  Er... Excuse me?  Can you wait for a moment?
Zihark: What?
Ilyana: Err... Haven't you forgotten something?
Zihark: Now, let me think... Nope!  Didn't forget anything.
Ilyana: Oh...my mistake, then.
Zihark: See you later!
Ilyana: ... Everyone gave me something to eat but him...

Support A

Ilyana:  Oh...
Zihark:  Hi, Ilyana.  I'm bumping into you all over the place these days.
Ilyana:  Yes, you're right.  ...
Zihark:  What's wrong?  You look a little... different today.
Ilyana:  Really?  How so?
Zihark:  Yes, definitely.  You're looking cuter than usual.
Ilyana:  Really?!
Zihark:  Yeah, definitely a little cuter.
Ilyana: ...
Zihark:  You're hungry, though.  I can tell from you the feral look in your
eyes.
Ilyana:  Feral?!  Excuse me?
Zihark:  You're a bit of a celebrity among the men in the unit.  They say you
lure them in with your cute face and then run off with their snacks.
Ilyana:  They do?
Zihark:  Oh, yes they do!  You're a beef jerky thief, aren't you?  I know about
the apple pie incident, too.  Yeah... I know your tricks.  Is it true that you
don't remember their names, even after they buy you an expensive meal?  That's
just terrible.
Ilyana:  No!  It's just that...  I collapse into a coma when I get too hungry!
That's why I've got to accept everyone's generous food offers.
Zihark:  Then at least remember their names!  Even if you had ulterior motives,
everyone likes...  Er... Is kind to you.
Ilyana:  Sorry...
Zihark:  Don't apologize to me.  You didn't take my apple tart.
Ilyana:  All right.
Zihark:  Well, shall we get going?
Ilyana:  Pardon me?
Zihark:  You're hungry, right?  I feel bad about preaching to you, so this
dinner is on me.
Ilyana:  Are you sure?
Zihark:  I'm sure.  I can't have you going hungry on me.  However, I'm not
rich.  All I can afford is two dinners.
Ilyana:  That's...so kind.  That should be enough.  I'm so happy!  Oh, thank
you so much...  Um...  Er... Ike?  No wait!  Um...  Bill?  Lance?  Sword guy?
Zihark:  Zihark.
Ilyana:  Zihark!  Oh, I really appreciate it...

Zihark/Brom

Support C

Brom: Hmm...? Hey, what are you doing?
Zihark: Hi, Brom. I'm just fixing my shoulder guard. See? It's starting to rip
right here.
Brom: Oh, yeah. You don't want to go into battle like that!  This one time, I
had a... Hey! How do you know my name?
Zihark: Hm? Oh, I'm just good at remembering names and faces.  Natural talent,
I suppose. Sorry if I got a little fresh with you!  Let me introduce myself.
I'm Zihark. How do you do, Brom?
Brom: Howdy! Nice to meet you!  Fixing a shoulder guard is tough work. What do
you do when you're not at war? You work in leather?
Zihark: Nope. Just a swordsman.
Brom: Huh..I didn't know swordsmen could fix something like this. That's quite
a skill!
Zihark: I taught myself. Mercenaries don't make good money, you know. I can't
afford to visit a tradesman...  And...done! All right, that should hold.
Brom: Wow... Isn't that something? I have to teach my youngest son how to do
that!
Zihark: How many children do you have, Brom?
Brom: I've got five sons and three daughters. In fact..my oldest girl is just
about your age.
Zihark: I figured you would have lots of children.
Brom: How did you figure that?
Zihark: Just look at you, Brom. You're a big man with a big heart. The perfect
daddy!
Brom: Y-you think so? Oh, stop! You're embarrassing me!

Support B

Brom: Howdy, Zihark. I had a good time with you the other day.
Zihark: Heya, Brom!  You're quite the talker! You made me laugh the whole time.
I haven't had such a fun meal in a long time.
Brom: Aw, shucks! That makes me happy that I invited you out.
Zihark: Oh, yeah. This is my share. Take it.
Brom: Don't worry about it. I invited you, remember? It's on me.
Zihark: I can't let you do that, big guy.  You invited me on short notice
notice, and I didn't have any cash on me. But today I'm ready, so let me pay
for my half.
Brom: Well, even if you want to, I don't even remember how much I paid.
Zihark: The total came to four fifty. I'll give you two and a quarter, and we
can call it even.
Brom: Well, aren't you a fine young man! You've got a good memory, and you can
do math!
Zihark: That's just my nature. Most mercenaries are basically lazy and
sloppy... I think I drive them crazy.
Brom: Nah. That just makes you even more of a true man!  I bet you're pretty
popular with the young lasses, eh? Eh?!
Zihark: Um...not...really. It would take an... eccentric girl to love a guy
like me.
Brom: I tell you, Zihark, sometimes I don't get this world. I mean, even a
simpleton like me has a family!
Zihark: Ha! I'm telling you, Brom, you're a good man. Trust me on this one.
Brom: Oh, I have an idea! And it's a humdinger! You should marry my daughter!
Zihark: Um... Er... I should what?
Brom: I don't mean to sound like a proud poppa, but they're all great girls!
And if I like you this much, I'm sure that my daughters will like you, too.
Zihark: Heh... Hey, enough with the jokes, Brom...
Brom: How about it? I think you'd be a great match for the oldest one! You're
both the same age!
Zihark: Oh, boy...

Support A

Brom: So, anyway...  My oldest girl is well built!  Actually, she's about my
size.  But don't worry!  She can still work the fields like a man!  I'm sure
you'll love her!
Zihark: Um...she sounds...lovely.
Brom: Stop giving me such halfhearted answers and start listening!  I'm talking
about the girl who is going to be your future wife!
Zihark: Brom, listen... I didn't tell you this the other day, but... I have no
intentions of getting married now.
Brom: What?  Aw, shucks!  Why not?
Zihark: I had... I had an important girlfriend before.  We couldn't be together
because of...complicated reasons...  But even now I still think about her.  I
can't get her out of my mind.  I appreciate your kindness, but...  Anyway,
that's why.
Brom: I see.  That's a real shame...
Zihark: But I tell you what!  The idea of joining your family was quite
appealing.
Brom: Hmm...  Then how about my second-oldest girl?!  She's a little younger,
but don't let that worry you too much!  She's a sweetheart, I tell ya!  Why,
once when the cow got loose, she lifted it right up and hauled it back...
Zihark: No!  Wait!  That isn't what I meant...  Aw, nuts.

Zihark/Muarim

Support C

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:  ...

Support B

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.

Support A

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?

SOTHE:

Sothe/Astrid

Support C

Astrid:  Taking care of your weapons, Sothe?
Sothe:  Yeah, that's right.
Astrid:  Ahhh...splendid.  May I speak to you for a moment?
Sothe:  What do you want?
Astrid:  You are quite skilled with a dagger.  If my memory serves, swords are
very effective against axes.  But, can you tell me which weapon axes are most
suited to attack?
Sothe:  Hah!  You don't even know that?  I thought you were a mercenary!
Astrid:  Oh...  I'm sorry.  Please forgive my ignorance.  It's been only a
short while since I became a mercenary.  What's more, I wield a bow.
Sothe:  What did you do before?
Astrid:  I wasn't doing...anything.  Nothing at all, really.
Sothe:  Nothing?  It's hard to fill your stomach doing nothing!  Ahh, I get it.
You're a noble, aren't you?  I can tell from all that poncy talk of yours!
Peh!  You couldn't tell a hatchet from a pot of rat stew!  Not that you'd ever
eat rat stew...  But why is a soft-hand like you in this war?
Astrid:  ...
Sothe:  Ah, well...  Who am I to judge?  As long as you feather some Daein
scum, you're all right with me.

Support B

Astrid:  Oh...  Where am I...?
Sothe: ...
Astrid:  What...  What happened?
Sothe:  You passed out.  I thought about just leaving you there, but that would
have left a bad taste in my mouth.
Astrid:  I'm sorry...
Sothe:  I know it's not my worry, but aren't you pushing yourself a bit hard?
You're having a rough time just keeping up with the pack.  You're a wreck!
Astrid:  I had no idea...how cruel and unforgiving war would actually be.
Grueling marches...day in and day out.  I can't even sleep at night because I'm
terrified of surprise attacks.  It's made me painfully aware of my frailty.
Sothe:  Nobles aren't cut out for war.  As you can see, there are no
chambermaids to attend to your every whim out here!  I'm sure you've got a
lavish and free life waiting for you back home.
Astrid:  Lavish and free?  Lavish, maybe...but certainly not free.  I have no
freedom.
Sothe:  No freedom?  What are you talking about?
Astrid:  My parents have already chosen and arranged a fiancé for me.  I've
heard he is thirty years older than me.
Sothe:  ...
Astrid:  I volunteered for service with the knights of Begnion to live on my
own terms.  Of course, my family vehemently opposed the idea, but they figured
it was merely a phase.  They thought I would come home crying.  I won't give
them that satisfaction.
Sothe:  ...Wasn't trying to pry.  Just asking, is all.
Astrid:  I know...  Thank you.

Support A

Astrid:  Hello, Sothe.  Thank you...for the other day.
Sothe: What, for talking?  That isn't worth thanking me for.
Astrid:  No, you deserve thanks.  I feel better.
Sothe:  I thought you noble types were too good to thank anyone, but...  You're
different...
Astrid:  Am I?
Sothe:  You are.  Most nobles get rich by trampling on the commoners, then
spend their lives basking in filthy luxury.  I've known them to be that way
since the day I was born.  They've never seen a blister or sweat for a day's
meal in their lives.  Do you know how lucky you are?
Astrid:  But there's no freedom!  My brothers are the pride of the house.  As
soldiers, they lead glorious lives.  But my sisters are traded like
commodities, promised to fiancés they don't even know.  They don't know love.
I receive letters from them once every few years.  The pages are warped and
stained from tears.
Sothe:  You didn't want to end up like them.
Astrid:  No, I didn't.  That's why I have no intention of leaving this war
until I see it to the end.
Sothe:  I see...  you're nothing like the nobles I've known.  You worked
hard...  You're just like the rest of us.  Sorry for thinking you were just
another pampered noble.
Astrid:  Thank you...
Sothe:  Keep up the good work.  You've earned your freedom.  Never let them
take that away!
Astrid:  I won't!

Sothe/Tormod

Support C

Tormod:  Hey, you!  You were with us during the attack the other day, right?
Sothe:  I don't know what you're talking about.
Tormod:  No, I remember you!  I saw you shanking enemy soldiers with that tiny
little blade of yours.  You were amazing!  By the way, did you know we're
almost the same age?  Oh, sorry...  I'm Tormod.  I may not look like it, but
I'm pretty much the most dangerous mage around.
Sothe: ...
Tormod:  And you are?
Sothe:  Sothe.
Tormod:  It's nice to meet you, Sothe!  By the way, why are you working as a
mercenary with this army?
Sothe:  You don't need to know that.
Tormod:  Hey!  What's with you?!  No need to be rude!

Support B

Tormod:  Hello, Sothe!
Sothe:  ...
Tormod:  I was thinking...  We're both lethal mercenaries and we're both about
the same age, so we should be friends!
Sothe:  I don't think so.
Tormod:  No?  Well, you can say that, but I'm still going to be your friend.
You'll see!
Sothe:  You're insane.
Tormod:  Yeah...?  Well...maybe I am!  But it's not like being my friend is
going to hurt you!

Support A

Tormod:  Hello, friend!
Sothe:  Give it up.  We're not friends.
Tormod:  You're going to be my friend whether you like or not.
Sothe:  Why are you so determined?
Tormod:  It's Muarim.
Sothe:  Muarim?  You mean that tiger?  What about him?
Tormod:  Well, he looks sad every time I see him...  He thinks it's his fault
that I don't have any beorc friends.  That's why I wanted you to be my
friend-to make him feel better.
Sothe:  You should have said as much.  Then I wouldn't have thought you were
crazy.
Tormod:  That changes things?
Sothe:  Sure.
Tormod:  Why?
Sothe:  He's like a father to you.  I understand why you don't want to cause
him grief.  I also have...someone...who is like a parent to me.
Tormod:  Oh, I get it!  Hey, you grew up a lot like me, then!  We're going to
be best friends forever!
Sothe:  Er ...well...  We'll talk.  Sometimes.  But don't get the idea that
we're best friends!
Tormod:  Why?  We have so much in common!
Sothe:  No offense, Tormod, but thieves are loners.  I can't have you tagging
along, snapping twigs and making lots of noise!

JILL:

Mist/Jill

Support C

Mist:  Oh, there you are.
Jill:  Back again, Mist?
Mist:  Uh-huh.  Because you didn't join us for supper.  Again.
Jill:  No one wants to share the table with a Daein soldier.  It would ruin the
meal.
Mist:  My brother says he doesn't care.
Jill:  He says that...
Mist:  And I'm just glad to have someone close to my age traveling with us!  So
come on, let's go eat something.
Jill:  I... I can't.  Sorry.
Mist:  I see.  Well then...  I'll just have to bring the food to you!  I'll be
right back!
Jill:  B-but...  Hold it a second!

Support B

Mist:  Does that taste good, Jill?
Jill:  Mmrph...  Yeah, it's really good. Why?
Mist:  Because I made it!  I'm glad you like it.
Jill:  you made this?
Mist:  Yep.  I call it Mist's Magical Meatloaf!  It's chock full of stuff
that's good for you, especially when you're sick.  You look real sad and you
never eat, so I thought this would make you feel better.
Jill:  You're worried about me?  Why are you so...  nice to me?  I'm a Daein
sol--
Mist:  Stop.  Please stop saying that.
Jill:  Why?  It's true.
Mist:  Because it makes me feel bad, that's why!  You're always saying, "I'm a
Daein soldier!  Everyone should hate me!  Blah blah blah!"  You're not a bad
person, Jill.  I want to be your friend.  And you make it really hard!
Jill:  M-my friend...?

Support A

Jill:  Can I talk to you for a second, Mist?
Mist:  Sure, Jill.
Jill:  Um...  I don't have anything to say...  I...uh...just wanted to be with
you.  I'm kinda lonely.  Tell me if I'm bothering you!
Mist:  No!  No!  Actually, I was hoping to see you!  'Cause I'm...  I'm kinda
lonely too.  I'm glad you're here.
Jill:  Great!
Mist:  Tee hee!
Jill:  Hmm...
Mist:  Er...
Jill:  Um...
Mist:  ...Oh, hey!  Wasn't that something?
Jill:  Yeah, it sure was!  Um...what?
Mist:  The Serenes Forest!  The way that Reyson and Leanne sang and made those
shiny lights and brought the whole forest back to life!
Jill:  Y...yeah...  That was...sniff...  Sniff...  Whaaaaaaaa!
Mist:  Oh no!  Jill!  Why are you crying?
Jill:  B-because...that made me understand...  The l-laguz...aren't bad!  I am!
I was the one who was wrong!  Wrong about...what I believed...  Wrong about
everything!  Whaaaaaaaa!!
Mist:  Oh, Jill, no!  Don't cry!  Don't...sniff...oh no!  Whaaaaaaaa!
(screen goes black for a second)
You stayed behind because you knew that, right?  That's why you left the Daein
army.
Jill:  There's no way I can go back...  I'm sure my father is ashamed of me...
I'm sure he thinks me a traitor.
Mist:  That can't be!
Jill:  It is.
Mist:  No father would talk about his own daughter like that!  Ever!  No matter
how many times you fail, a father will smile and forgive and say "that's all
right!"!  Besides...  I'm sure he'd be happy to know that his child chose a
path she believed in...  Because a father wouldn't...  A father wouldn't...
Oh, Dad...  ...Sniff...
Jill:  Mist!  Oh, Mist...  I know...  It's all right...
Mist:  Father...  Dad!  ...Whaaaaa!
Jill:  Mist, no!  Don't cry!  Don't cry, Mist!
Mist:  ...Whaaaaa...  Sniff...  S-sorry...
Jill:  Mist...  You make all of my worries go away when you're near me...
Mist:  R-really?
Jill:  The world is hard.  Hard and cold and...  terrible.  Even so, you make
me...  You make me want to keep going.
Mist:  Oh, Jill...  ...Sniff...  Whaaaaaaaa!
Jill:  I told you no crying...  Oh, no...  Sniff...sniff...  Whaaaaaaaa!

Jill/Lethe

Support C

Jill:  Um...
Lethe:  Can I help you?
Jill:  I have a q-question.  Is that all right?
Lethe:  It depends on what you're going to ask.
Jill:  Why don't half-bree...  No, that's not right...  Why don't the laguz use
weapons?
Lethe:  ...  We laguz are born ready to fight.  Weapons are something that you
powerless beorc created to counter our claws.  We have no use for them.
Jill:  I, I see...
Lethe:  Is that all you wanted to ask?
Jill:  Um...no.  There's more.  Why do you detest us... humans so much?
Lethe:  That's a good question.  But I would hear you answer first.  Why do you
beorc hate the laguz?
Jill:  It's because the half-bree...  The laguz are our enemy.
Lethe:  Enemy...?  If that's the case, we hat you, too.  As we hate all our
enemies.  We're done here.
Jill:  Wait...

Support B

Jill:  Le...Lethe?
Lethe:  Oh, look what the cat dragged in...  It's you again.
Jill:  Jill...  My name is...Jill.
Lethe:  Fine.  Jill.  What brings you here today?  More stupid questions?
Jill:  I've been thinking about things, and I haven't been able to figure
out...  See, in Daein we were taught that you attack humans indiscriminately
and without mercy.  That you are just savage animals.
Lethe:  Laguz attacking humans?  Grrrrawl!  What garbage!  We dislike even the
company of humans and want nothing to do with them.  Even mauling you would
be...unpleasant.
Jill:  But in Daein, everyone believes that to be the truth!  That's why...
That's why I never questioned it.  But when I saw you fight beside Ike and
other humans on the South Sea, I knew that something was wrong.  You were so
different from what I imagined!  Ever since I was young, they filled my head
with tales of your terrible claws and teeth...  But you stand on two legs.  And
you talk...  You even make jokes!  ...Sometimes...  You're much to us than a
beast!
Lethe:  So glad to hear it.
Jill:  I wonder why humans and sub-humans started fighting in the first place?
Maybe we're just destined for war.
Lethe:  Well, I don't know much about that.  It's not for me to say if the
goddess made us a certain way or if we're just two races that don't like each
other very much.  But I know that Gallia, Phoenicis, and Kilvas all have a
reason to hate humans.
Jill:  W-what reason?
Lethe:  ...Are you serious?  I take it humans aren't interested in passing
history down to their children...  ...Typical.  All right...  Centuries ago,
when Begnion was still a monarchy, the only countries were Begnion and Goldoa.
Goldoa was as it is today:  a reclusive nation inhabited only by dragon tribes.
All the other laguz lived in Begnion with the humans.
Jill:  Humans and sub-humans used to live together in Begnion?!  I had no
idea...
Lethe:  A human was named as the first king, although the laguz's superior
strength led us to rule more often than not.  Despite the harmony that most
felt about this arrangement, the senators watned nothing to do with it.  In the
name of the "apostle," they claimed that only a human could be the true ruler
of Begnion...and started a civil war.  Like blind, mewling kittens, the laguz
kings  underestimated the situation...  We never had a chance.  Caught by
surprise, my brothers suffered defeat after defeat in the face of superior
human weapons and magic.  ...That was the start of long, dark days...  The
start of laguz slavery.
Jill:  ...
Lethe:  After nearly 200 years, a small number of enslaved laguz managed to
escape their human captors in Begnion.  The beast tribes fled to the mountains
and unexplored forest areas-places where humans were loathe to tread.  The bird
tribes, on the other hand, escaped to the distant southern islands.  This is
how our laguz kingdoms began.  It took another eighty years, and the blood of
many brother laguz, until we were formally recognized as nations.  This is why
we fight.  Why we hate.  Humans don't want former slaves to have countries and
be treated as equals.  Laguz carry the shame of the past deep in their hearts,
and struggle still for the freedom that you take for granted.  This is the true
history of Tellius...  No wonder humans would bury it.
Jill:  I don't know wh-
Lethe:  What to say?  Idiot!  Think!  Think about what I have said.  Think
about what you have seen with your eyes and heard with your ears.  If you don't
even have the guts to do that, never show yourself in my presence again!
Jill:  Um...all right...

Support A

Lethe: ...
Jill:  Oh, Lethe!  I thought about what you said, and I deci-
Lethe:  I hear the dragon knight we fought in Talrega was your father.  Why?
Why did you stay with us?  Choosing a band of mercenaries over your own father?
Jill:  Fate works in strange ways.  Had I not known about Commander Ike and the
mercenaries...  Had I not known about you laguz...  I'm sure I would be with
Daein even now.  Taking pride in my work as Daein soldier and offering my life
for Ashnard.  I wouldn't have hesitated to smite you all.  But now I have
learned the truth...
Lethe:  ...And?
Jill:  This isn't like the time I chased your ship from Port Toha, hoping to
win fame and approval from my father.  When I joined you, I acted on my own
accord.  For the first time.  I chose what I thought was a righteous path.
Even if my decision forced me to face my own father...  It's too late to change
things now.  That's why...  I'm here.
Lethe:  Will you...shake my hand, Jill?
Jill:  Wha...?
Lethe:  I have heard of a huma...a beorc custom where the shaking and holding
of hands shows friendship.  ...I...understand you, now.  I empathize with your
choice and admire the strength it took to make it.
Jill:  Lethe...  Uh...  Yes.  Of course.  Please, let us shake.
Lethe:  If we listen to each other and are willing to compromise...  I know the
beorc and laguz can come to live with each other.  I'm sure of it.

Jill/Haar

Support C

Jill:  Captain Haar!  Where are you?  Captain Haar!!!
Haar:  Zzzzzzzzzz...huh?!  Wha--?!  Who?!  Oh, Jill.  Yaaaawn...  Simmer down,
Jill.  Can't you see I'm sleeping?  And do you need to shout my name like that?
You're louder than a meat skewer salesman in a crowded market!
Jill:  Maybe you should try responding when I call you!
Haar:  I'll do that as soon as you stop calling me captain.
Jill:  How should I address you, then?
Haar:  Whatever works for you.
Jill:  Sir Haar, maybe?
Haar:  Do I look like a knight to you?
Jill:  All right.  Mr. Haar.
Haar:  Hah!  That doesn't sound right at all.
Jill:  Fine.  Just Haar, then.
Haar:  Hey!  That's pretty good.
Jill:  Sorry.  I can't address my superior like that.  I'll just call you Mr.
Haar.
Haar:  Well, I can live with that.  Now, let me get back to my nap...

Support B

Jill:  Mr. Haaaaaaaaar!  Where are you!?  Mr. Haar!!!
Haar:  I'm right behind you.
Jill:  Why can't you just respond the first time I call for you?  And didn't
you promise that you'd respond right away if I stopped calling you captain?
Haar:  That was only if I wasn't sleeping.
Jill:  Well, that's most of the time!  By the way, it seems like the only time
you acted like a professional soldier was when you were in front of my father.
Haar:  And I recall the only time you weren't so uptight was when you were
around Lord Shiharam.
Jill:  I...  I couldn't help it.  He was my father.  He was different.
Haar:  I'm with you on that.  Lord Shiharam was something special.  I didn't
want him to see me as hopelessly lazy.
Jill:  Mr. Haar...
Haar:  Mmm...  I think I'll just stretch out here...  Yeah...that's it.  This
moss is nice and squishy.  Leave me alone.  It's nap time.

Support A

Jill:  Mr. Haar.
Haar:  Yes?
Jill:  That's strange.  I didn't have to call you a hundred times before you
answered!
Haar:  Well, I figured this way I don't have to listen to your whining.
Jill:  Oh, so that's how it is?  Well, whatever...
Haar:  What are you going to do when this war is over, Jill?
Jill:  Hopefully go back to Daein.  I want to be near my father's grave.
Haar:  I see.
Jill:  What about you?
Haar:  If I survive sparring with Ashnard...  I don't know what I'll do.  I've
already thought about guarding Lord Shiharam's grave.
Jill:  Does that mean you're not happy being with me.
Haar:  That's not it.  I was just thinking you probably don't like being with
me.
Jill:  Why would I not like that?
Haar:  Then if we both survive this war, let's start a wyvern courier service.
We'll make a lot of loot.
Jill:  Sure...  If we survive.

ASTRID:

Astrid/Gatrie

Support C

Gatrie:  Hey there, Astrid!  Have I told you yet just how glad I am that you've
joined our little band of warriors?
Astrid:  No, but I'm flattered that you say so.  I'm glad to be riding with you
as well.  I heard you were once among Ike's band of mercenaries.  Is that true?
Gatrie:  Oh, yeah...  We go way back.  I've been through a lot with them.  Is
there anything I can help you out with?  I'm always glad to assist such a
beautiful girl.
Astrid:  Oh...  Thank you, Gatrie.  Actually...  Will you teach me how to fight
like a mercenary?
Gatrie:  Eh?  You want to fight like a mercenary?
Astrid:  I don't have much fighting experience.  I want to learn so I can hold
my own in a battle.  I don't want to be a burden.
Gatrie:  Oh, I get it!  That's very admirable, Astrid!  Er...  But now isn't
the best time for that.  I'm a little sore from...  uh...lifting heavy
things...  Blast!  Where' Titania when you need her?  I don't know the first
thing about training people...
Astrid:  Sorry?  I didn't catch that.
Gatrie:  Ha ha!  No, nothing at all!  Let's train some other day!  I want to
make sure I'm totally prepared!
Astrid:  Perhaps next time, then.  I'm looking forward to it!
Gatrie:  She's so cute...  and she asked me to teach her how to fight!  That
must mean...  Yes!  I knew it!  She wants me!  She's crazy for me!  This is
going to be fun.

Support B

Astrid:  Gatrie?  I'm here for my lesson.  Are you ready?
Gatrie:  Of course, of course!  Er...ahem.  All right then.  Let's begin!
Astrid:  I'm eagerly awaiting your first instruction.
Gatrie:  Er...  Every soldier has a role, and it's important that everyone does
what everyone is best at.  With the right strategy, three soldiers can fight
with the strength of ten!
Astrid:  I see...  So everyone must fight to their strength.  All right, I got
it.
Gatrie:  My job as a knight is to bravely step up and shield my allies from
vicious, marauding attackers!  I'm like an armored wall!  Then, the others can
launch an attack from behind my impenetrable frame.  Archers wait safely behind
me and strike from a distance, while mounted units can ride in and crush the
enemy.  Well, that's what I hear...  Er, I mean...that's pretty much how it all
goes down in the heat of combat!
Astrid:  I see, but...
Gatrie:  Don't worry!  You can stay safely behind me.  It's far too dangerous
for you to venture away from me.  Stay close...  Yes, VEEERY close!  Go on,
don't be shy!
Astrid:  All right...  I'll stay close.  Oh, may I ask you just one more
question?
Gatrie:  Ask anything!
Astrid:  Since I'm on horseback and you're on foot, won't we move at different
speeds?  What should I do?
Gatrie:  Hmmm...  In that case...  Um...  Yaaaaa!  I can't remember what
Titania said...
Astrid:  Pardon me?
Gatrie:  Oh, nothing!  Nothing at all. Hah!  Just talking to myself!  We'll get
into that in your next lesson.
Astrid:  Right, of course.  I sure learned a lot today.  You'll coach me again,
won't you?  Thank you, Gatrie!  Good-bye.
Gatrie:  She wants to me to teach her again!  I knew she was crazy about me!
And why not...these muscles are breathtaking!  I can't wait to see her again!

Support A

Astrid:  I'm ready for today's lesson, Gatrie!
Gatrie:  Great!  Er...right.  Let's begin where we left off last time.  Do you
know what adaptation means?
Astrid:  I certainly do.
Gatrie:  See adaptation is...  Wait...you do?
Astrid:  It means changing your strategy to take advantage of different
circumstances.
Gatrie:  Ahhh...  So that's what it means...  Er, yes!  That's exactly right!
You're smart AND beautiful, Astrid!  I knew what adaptation meant.  I just
wanted to test my favorite student, and she passed!
Astrid:  Oh, you flatter me!  Thank you for your kind words.
Gatrie:  Well, I do have one more test question...  Er...do you...have a
boyfriend?
Astrid:  A boyfriend?
Gatrie:  That's right!  Oh, don't worry!  I don't happen to have a girlfriend.
You know...for the moment.
Astrid:  I don't have a boyfriend.  But...  I do have a fiance.
Gatrie:  What?!  A fiance?!
Astrid:  Yes.
Gatrie:  Well, er...  Congratulations!
Astrid:  Gatrie!  Do you have something in your eye?
Gatrie:  Oh...  Don't worry about me.  ...Sniff...  Sniff...  As long as you're
happy...  ...Sniiiifff...
Astrid:  Gatrie!  Where are you going?
Gatrie:  I screwed up again!  I thought I had a chance this time, too.  Hmmm...
Wait...  She said she had a fiance, didn't she?  Going out of her way to tell
me that...  She must want me to swoon her off her feet and steal her away!
That's it!  She should have just said so!  Wait for me, Astrid!

Astrid/Sothe

Support C

Astrid:  Taking care of your weapons, Sothe?
Sothe:  Yeah, that's right.
Astrid:  Ahhh...splendid.  May I speak to you for a moment?
Sothe:  What do you want?
Astrid:  You are quite skilled with a dagger.  If my memory serves, swords are
very effective against axes.  But, can you tell me which weapon axes are most
suited to attack?
Sothe:  Hah!  You don't even know that?  I thought you were a mercenary!
Astrid:  Oh...  I'm sorry.  Please forgive my ignorance.  It's been only a
short while since I became a mercenary.  What's more, I wield a bow.
Sothe:  What did you do before?
Astrid:  I wasn't doing...anything.  Nothing at all, really.
Sothe:  Nothing?  It's hard to fill your stomach doing nothing!  Ahh, I get it.
You're a noble, aren't you?  I can tell from all that poncy talk of yours!
Peh!  You couldn't tell a hatchet from a pot of rat stew!  Not that you'd ever
eat rat stew...  But why is a soft-hand like you in this war?
Astrid:  ...
Sothe:  Ah, well...  Who am I to judge?  As long as you feather some Daein
scum, you're all right with me.

Support B

Astrid:  Oh...  Where am I...?
Sothe: ...
Astrid:  What...  What happened?
Sothe:  You passed out.  I thought about just leaving you there, but that would
have left a bad taste in my mouth.
Astrid:  I'm sorry...
Sothe:  I know it's not my worry, but aren't you pushing yourself a bit hard?
You're having a rough time just keeping up with the pack.  You're a wreck!
Astrid:  I had no idea...how cruel and unforgiving war would actually be.
Grueling marches...day in and day out.  I can't even sleep at night because I'm
terrified of surprise attacks.  It's made me painfully aware of my frailty.
Sothe:  Nobles aren't cut out for war.  As you can see, there are no
chambermaids to attend to your every whim out here!  I'm sure you've got a
lavish and free life waiting for you back home.
Astrid:  Lavish and free?  Lavish, maybe...but certainly not free.  I have no
freedom.
Sothe:  No freedom?  What are you talking about?
Astrid:  My parents have already chosen and arranged a fiancé for me.  I've
heard he is thirty years older than me.
Sothe:  ...
Astrid:  I volunteered for service with the knights of Begnion to live on my
own terms.  Of course, my family vehemently opposed the idea, but they figured
it was merely a phase.  They thought I would come home crying.  I won't give
them that satisfaction.
Sothe:  ...Wasn't trying to pry.  Just asking, is all.
Astrid:  I know...  Thank you.

Support A

Astrid:  Hello, Sothe.  Thank you...for the other day.
Sothe: What, for talking?  That isn't worth thanking me for.
Astrid:  No, you deserve thanks.  I feel better.
Sothe:  I thought you noble types were too good to thank anyone, but...  You're
different...
Astrid:  Am I?
Sothe:  You are.  Most nobles get rich by trampling on the commoners, then
spend their lives basking in filthy luxury.  I've known them to be that way
since the day I was born.  They've never seen a blister or sweat for a day's
meal in their lives.  Do you know how lucky you are?
Astrid:  But there's no freedom!  My brothers are the pride of the house.  As
soldiers, they lead glorious lives.  But my sisters are traded like
commodities, promised to fiancés they don't even know.  They don't know love.
I receive letters from them once every few years.  The pages are warped and
stained from tears.
Sothe:  You didn't want to end up like them.
Astrid:  No, I didn't.  That's why I have no intention of leaving this war
until I see it to the end.
Sothe:  I see...  you're nothing like the nobles I've known.  You worked
hard...  You're just like the rest of us.  Sorry for thinking you were just
another pampered noble.
Astrid:  Thank you...
Sothe:  Keep up the good work.  You've earned your freedom.  Never let them
take that away!
Astrid:  I won't!

Astrid/Makalov

Support C

Astrid:  Good day, sir.
Makalov:  Huh?  Are you talking to me?
Astrid:  Yes, sir.  My name is Astrid.  May I ask you your name, good sir?
Makalov:  I'm not really a knight, so you can drop the whole sir thing.  I'm
Makalov.  Nice to meet you.
Astrid:  The feeling is mutual, Makalov.  By the way, you dropped these flowers.
Makalov:  Ah!  I didn't even notice...
Astrid:  They are so pretty!
Makalov:  Not bad for some wildflowers growing in a ditch, right?
Astrid:  You picked them yourself?  That's very sweet, Makalov.
Makalov:  Um...well...how should I put this?  I pick them to butter up my
sister.
Astrid:  You're such a thoughtful brother!  I'd better give them back to you,
then...  There you go!
Makalov:  Go ahead and take a couple.
Astrid:  Some flowers?  Are you certain?
Makalov:  It's my way of saying thanks for picking them up.  Besides, they look
good on you.  Now, if you'll just excuse me, I have to run along now...
Astrid:  Thank you!  Oh, Makalov...

Support B

Astrid:  Good day, Makalov.
Makalov:  Hi, Astrid.  We sure bump into each other a lot, don't we?  Do you
think we're linked by fate?
Astrid:  I'm not sure.  Though...I'd be honored if that was the case.
Makalov:  Speaking of fate...  I have a little favor to ask of you.
Astrid:  What is it?  If there's anything I can do for you, I'd be glad to help!
Makalov:  Um...  Well, the thing is...  You see...  Can you lend me some money?
Astrid:  M-money?
Makalov:  Yeah!  Just a few hundred!  That's it!
Astrid:  I don't think I can help you...  I don't have a single gold piece to
my name.
Makalov:  What?!  Not even one gold?  What did you spend it all on?!
Astrid:  The last time I went to town, I stumbled upon a destitute family.
They hadn't eaten in days...  So, I gave it all to them.
Makalov:  WHAT?!  That's madness!!  If you're feeling charitable, maybe you
should about helping out one of your comrades, and not some stranger!  What
were you thinking?!
Astrid:  I'm sorry.  I had no idea you were in need of aid.
Makalov:  Arrgg!  Fine.  I'll go hit up someone else.
Astrid:  Wait...just a moment.
Makalov:  Hmmm?
Astrid:  Will this help?
Makalov:  Whoooo!  Hey, look at that beauty!  This pendant looks expensive...
Are you sure I can take it?
Astrid:  Please do.  Anything that will help.
Makalov:  Wahooooo!  Thanks, Astrid!  You're the best!  I'll see ya later!
Astrid: ...

Support A

Astrid: ...
???(No name given)  Hey!  Astrid!
Astrid: ...  Hello, Makalov.
Makalov:  Uh...yeah...look...  Lemme give this back to you.
Astrid:  Was there something wrong with my pendant?
Makalov:  No!  Not at all!  That big gem alone could have fetched 5,000 gold,
easy.
Astrid:  Then why are you giving it back?  Aren't you desperately in need?
Makalov:  Well, it's like this...  Just as I was walking into the pawnshop,
guess who I see?  My stupid sister!  She demanded to know where I got it!  She
got all angry and started yelling at me!  Again!!  She thought I stole it...
Astrid:  But I gave it to you, Makalov.
Makalov:  Of course!  And I told her that! But then she started crying and
stuff.  Said that I ripped you off and I was a big swindler...  So I thought I
should give it back before she hits me on the head with her big lance again.
Astrid:  I see.
Makalov:  You're quite lucky, you know.  You can give away an expensive pendant
like other people give away a sandwich!  My sister doesn't even have a cheap
necklace, much less a huge whopper like that.  The goddess is so unjust.  She
only favors the aristocracy.
Astrid:  I'm...I'm sorry...
Makalov:  Hey, I wasn't asking for you to apologize.
Astrid:  My pendant was really worth that much?  I...  I only wore it because
my beloved grandmother gave it to me when I was just a girl.  I had no idea...
Makalov:  Whoa!  It's a memento!?  Why the heck did you give me something so
important?
Astrid:  That pendant is just an object.  Memories of my grandmother always
remain in my heart, even if I let the pendant go.  I suppose I thought it would
do more good if I gave it to someone in need.
Makalov:  You...  You're so...good.  Look, I'm really sorry!!  I'm just a
crook.  I tried to bum some money off of you so I could go gambling.  Ah,
Astrid!  I'm a dirty, flea-ridden cur!  I'm nothing more than a wet sack of
trash!  Please forgive me!!
Astrid:  Oh Makalov...  I'm not upset.
Makalov:  You're more forgiving than the goddess herself!
Astrid:  Oh...  That's nonsense.
Makalov:  I'm serious!  You're practically a blinding beacon of moral greatness!
Astrid:  Please, stop teasing me.  When a fine gentleman like you stares at me
like that...  Oh, it makes me so...  ...I'm so embarrassed.
Makalov:  Huh?  A fine gentleman?  Me?
Astrid:  Oh, no...  I can't believe I said that...  Excuse me!  I've got to go!
Makalov:  What was that all about?  When you're raised like she was, I bet you
don't even learn to like men.

MAKALOV:

Makalov/Astrid

Support C

Astrid:  Good day, sir.
Makalov:  Huh?  Are you talking to me?
Astrid:  Yes, sir.  My name is Astrid.  May I ask you your name, good sir?
Makalov:  I'm not really a knight, so you can drop the whole sir thing.  I'm
Makalov.  Nice to meet you.
Astrid:  The feeling is mutual, Makalov.  By the way, you dropped these flowers.
Makalov:  Ah!  I didn't even notice...
Astrid:  They are so pretty!
Makalov:  Not bad for some wildflowers growing in a ditch, right?
Astrid:  You picked them yourself?  That's very sweet, Makalov.
Makalov:  Um...well...how should I put this?  I pick them to butter up my
sister.
Astrid:  You're such a thoughtful brother!  I'd better give them back to you,
then...  There you go!
Makalov:  Go ahead and take a couple.
Astrid:  Some flowers?  Are you certain?
Makalov:  It's my way of saying thanks for picking them up.  Besides, they look
good on you.  Now, if you'll just excuse me, I have to run along now...
Astrid:  Thank you!  Oh, Makalov...

Support B

Astrid:  Good day, Makalov.
Makalov:  Hi, Astrid.  We sure bump into each other a lot, don't we?  Do you
think we're linked by fate?
Astrid:  I'm not sure.  Though...I'd be honored if that was the case.
Makalov:  Speaking of fate...  I have a little favor to ask of you.
Astrid:  What is it?  If there's anything I can do for you, I'd be glad to help!
Makalov:  Um...  Well, the thing is...  You see...  Can you lend me some money?
Astrid:  M-money?
Makalov:  Yeah!  Just a few hundred!  That's it!
Astrid:  I don't think I can help you...  I don't have a single gold piece to
my name.
Makalov:  What?!  Not even one gold?  What did you spend it all on?!
Astrid:  The last time I went to town, I stumbled upon a destitute family.
They hadn't eaten in days...  So, I gave it all to them.
Makalov:  WHAT?!  That's madness!!  If you're feeling charitable, maybe you
should about helping out one of your comrades, and not some stranger!  What
were you thinking?!
Astrid:  I'm sorry.  I had no idea you were in need of aid.
Makalov:  Arrgg!  Fine.  I'll go hit up someone else.
Astrid:  Wait...just a moment.
Makalov:  Hmmm?
Astrid:  Will this help?
Makalov:  Whoooo!  Hey, look at that beauty!  This pendant looks expensive...
Are you sure I can take it?
Astrid:  Please do.  Anything that will help.
Makalov:  Wahooooo!  Thanks, Astrid!  You're the best!  I'll see ya later!
Astrid: ...

Support A

Astrid: ...
???(No name given)  Hey!  Astrid!
Astrid: ...  Hello, Makalov.
Makalov:  Uh...yeah...look...  Lemme give this back to you.
Astrid:  Was there something wrong with my pendant?
Makalov:  No!  Not at all!  That big gem alone could have fetched 5,000 gold,
easy.
Astrid:  Then why are you giving it back?  Aren't you desperately in need?
Makalov:  Well, it's like this...  Just as I was walking into the pawnshop,
guess who I see?  My stupid sister!  She demanded to know where I got it!  She
got all angry and started yelling at me!  Again!!  She thought I stole it...
Astrid:  But I gave it to you, Makalov.
Makalov:  Of course!  And I told her that! But then she started crying and
stuff.  Said that I ripped you off and I was a big swindler...  So I thought I
should give it back before she hits me on the head with her big lance again.
Astrid:  I see.
Makalov:  You're quite lucky, you know.  You can give away an expensive pendant
like other people give away a sandwich!  My sister doesn't even have a cheap
necklace, much less a huge whopper like that.  The goddess is so unjust.  She
only favors the aristocracy.
Astrid:  I'm...I'm sorry...
Makalov:  Hey, I wasn't asking for you to apologize.
Astrid:  My pendant was really worth that much?  I...  I only wore it because
my beloved grandmother gave it to me when I was just a girl.  I had no idea...
Makalov:  Whoa!  It's a memento!?  Why the heck did you give me something so
important?
Astrid:  That pendant is just an object.  Memories of my grandmother always
remain in my heart, even if I let the pendant go.  I suppose I thought it would
do more good if I gave it to someone in need.
Makalov:  You...  You're so...good.  Look, I'm really sorry!!  I'm just a
crook.  I tried to bum some money off of you so I could go gambling.  Ah,
Astrid!  I'm a dirty, flea-ridden cur!  I'm nothing more than a wet sack of
trash!  Please forgive me!!
Astrid:  Oh Makalov...  I'm not upset.
Makalov:  You're more forgiving than the goddess herself!
Astrid:  Oh...  That's nonsense.
Makalov:  I'm serious!  You're practically a blinding beacon of moral greatness!
Astrid:  Please, stop teasing me.  When a fine gentleman like you stares at me
like that...  Oh, it makes me so...  ...I'm so embarrassed.
Makalov:  Huh?  A fine gentleman?  Me?
Astrid:  Oh, no...  I can't believe I said that...  Excuse me!  I've got to go!
Makalov:  What was that all about?  When you're raised like she was, I bet you
don't even learn to like men.

Makalov/Haar

Support C

Haar:  Zzzzz...
Makalov:  Aaaack!
Haar:  Zzz--Snort!  Wha...?  Huh?
Makalov:  Agggghhh!
Haar:  What's with you, man?
Makalov:  Oh no!  Stay away!
Haar:  What's the matter with you?
Makalov:  Aaaaack!  Help!  Somebody help me!
Haar:  ...  Did he think I was a Daein soldier?  Well...whatever...  Back to
sleep...Zzzzzzz...

Support B

Haar:  Hmm...?  Hey!  You're that...
Makalov:  Nooooo!!!
Haar:  Yes, you are.  You're that weird guy I saw the other day.  Hey, stop
right there!
Makalov:  Please...have mercy on me!  I'll pay you back...I swear!  I'll pay
you back...I swear!
Haar:  What are you yammering on about?
Makalov:  Honestly, I only ran off the other day because I didn't have the
money on me.  I was just...running home to fetch it.  Sweet...I'm begging you!
I'm talented and beautiful to die!  Give me more time to pay you back!
Haar:  Pay me back?  What are you talking about?
Makalov:  Huh?  Wait...  So you're not...  a debt collector?
Haar:  A debt collector?  Did you fall on your head?
Makalov:  Are you SURE you're not a debt collector?
Haar:  I don't remember being one.  And I think I'd remember something like
that.
Makalov:  What!? You're not!?  Phew!  Hah...you had me there.  I mean...just
one nasty look from that face of yours could scare a man to death!
Haar:  So you're saying I'm ugly, is that it?  I look like some kind of thug to
you?
Makalov:  No, no, no!  Not at all.  You're very...handsome.  Ruggedly
handsome...yeah...
Haar:  Hmmm.  That was weird.  Oh well...back to sleep.

Support A

Makalov:  Oh, there you are!  Hey, Haar!
Haar:  Zzzzzzzz...
Makalov:  HAAR!!!  Wake up!  Oh, no!  Look!  Here comes General Ike!
Haar:  Zzzzzzzz...
Makalov:  Nothing will wake him up!  He has a lot of guts sleeping before a
battle like this.  You have to respect that!  Even debt collectors would be
intimidated...  I need to be more like him!  Then I'll never have to pay anyone
back!  All right!  I need to get training!  The first thing I need to learn is
how to sleep anywhere.  ...  Zzzzzz...
Haar:  ...Quiet down!  Who's interrupting my nap?!
Makalov:  ...Zzzzzz...  Phew...  Grrrr...  I was wrong...  Sorry, Marcia!
...Zzzzzz...
Haar:  ...
Makalov:  Let me...zzzz...borrow some money...zzz...
Haar:  Look at him, sleeping before a big battle.  It's a miracle he'd survived
in his state.  He must be really lucky.  I hope he pulls through!

Makalov/Bastian

Support C

Makalov:  Incredible!  I had no idea this army had the luxury of hiring a
street performer.  They are clashing with the mighty Daein!  Who knew they had
a taste for comedy?  Or the time, for that matter...
Bastian:  Hmmmmmmmm?  I take it you direct your words at me.  Lest my eyes lie,
you are Sir Makalov!  A Begnion soldier of some great renown.
Makalov:  Wow!  H-how did you know my name?  You're just a street performer.
Wait...  Oh, I see.  That's your schtick, isn't it?  I have to hand it to
you...  You guessed my name right!
Bastian:  A street performer?  Ha!  I dare say no!  You think me one to don the
cap and bells, and gambol in the street for petty coin?  But soft, I see why
you might mark me so. Though now I am a man of some esteem, that job was once
my sole mean of employ.  When I look back on my performing days, I know that
any hardship in my road shall be like ashes at the fire's end!  Yet till Crimea
sees its freedom come, I shall pass myself as the simple fool!
Makalov:  Ha ha ha!!  You're such a comedian!!  That's hilarious!  Hey, why
don't we go get some dinner?  Maybe you can tell a few jokes!  Or juggle
plates!  I LOVE plate juggling!
Bastian:  In truth, you make an offer square and just.  And though it would do
my heart very well, I fear I must decline this eve's repast.  Perhaps we could
meet for a meal anon?  I shall but count the minutes to the time!
Makalov:  Wha ha ha ha!  Man, you're too much!  But sure, that's fine with me.
See you later, fool!
Bastian:  Excellent!  Most excellent, good and fair...   What ho?  The watch!
Alas, I must depart!
Makalov:  Ha!  What a riot!  I've never seen him before!  I wonder when we'll
meet again.
Unknown:  Hey!  You there!  Show some respect!
Makalov:  Eh?  Oh, a Crimean soldier.  Can I help you?
Soldier:  Don't talk to me like I'm stupid!  You also fight for the Crimean
army, do you not?
Makalov:  Oh, yeah...  That's right.  Now that Ike is the commander of the
Crimean army, that automatically makes me a Crimean soldier, too.  Ha ha!  I'm
your brother-in-arms!
Soldier:  Weeeell...  Because you're a member of General Ike's personal
mercenaries, I'll cut you a break this time...  However!  Know that the man you
were just talking to is the Count Bastian himself!
Makalov:  Ha ha...Huh?
Soldier:  Lord Bastian, the Count of Fayre, is a distinguished member of the
Crimean royal court.  He even served as the right hand of the late prince.  How
dare you address him like some common street fool!  If you don't want to get
clobbered, I suggest you show some respect!  Is that clear!?
Makalov:  That street performer is a Crimean noble?  If that's true...  He must
be packed to the gills with gold!  Makalov, you devil...  It's time to turn on
that famous charm!

Support B

Makalov:  Count Bastian, you'd consider us close now, right?
Bastian:  You, sir, are as the dearest of my friends.  We drink and sup until
the morning light!
Makalov:  All right then, why don't we play a little game?  You may not know
it.  It's a favorite game of the common folk.  But once it charms you, it never
lets go!
Bastian:  A game played by the commoners, you say?  What fun!  We must this
enterprise engage!  Pray tell the rules of your wondrous lark.
Makalov:  It's simple. You make a wager, and then you guess the pattern on
these face-down wooden blocks right here.  If you guess right, you win money!
If you guess wrong, you lose... Simple, really!
Bastian:  Ah ha!  You do not fool me, my good sir!  This lark is played in all
the gaming dens, where fool and coin are ever parting ways.
Makalov:  Gulp!  W-what?  You mean...y-you've been to a gambling parlor before?
Bastian:  I know of such, but haven't in one stepped.  But I will say...my
interest has been piqued.
Makalov:  Then let's go to the local gambling hall!  Come on, you can just get
a taste for it.  I'll show you the way.  Don't worry about being new to the
game.  Someone as rich as you can play all night and still come home with a fat
wallet.
Bastian:  I shall not play.  I must content myself with watching.
Makalov:  Whaaat!?  Why would you just want to watch?
Bastian:  My homeland of long years is in dire peril.  I cannot play while
sweet Crimea burns.  On look, the moon has risen o'er the hills!  I must retire
now to sleep's cold grip. Take care to not empty your purse!  Ta ta!
Makalov:  Aaah!  Nooo!  He's gone...  There goes my loot!  Waaaait!  Come
baaaack!

Support A

Bastian:  Whatever is the problem, Makalov?
Makalov:  ...
Bastian:  We went unto the hall and gambled there.  We stayed until the cook
did crow at dawn!  So why do you bestare me with a look?
Makalov:  Bastian...  You lied to me, didn't you?!
Bastian:  What, me?  I did not in my-
Makalov:  LIAR!!  "I've never been to a gambling parlor," you said...  HA!!!
You looked more at home there than I did!  What's more, I lost my shirt and you
cleaned house!  And you're telling me not to glare at you?!  Ha!  Explain
yourself!  And no more poetry!
Bastian:  ...Sigh...  I didn't lie to you, Makalov.  That was the first time I
ever set foot inside a gambling parlor.  However...  The nobles have a similar
gambling game that I was quite familiar with.
Makalov:  Blast!  The rich just get richer!  What's wrong with this world!?
Bastian:  The gold I won is not that important.  I came along simply because
you wanted me to test my luck.  But...I did break the house, didn't I?  I
couldn't have dreamt a better ending!  It makes me positively giddy.  Ta ha ha!
Makalov:  You don't need the money?  Well, I'll gladly take it!
Bastian:  Not a chance.  War consumes money at an astonishing pace.  This goes
right into Crimea's war chest.
Makalov:  No need to worry about that.  Crimea will win this war.
Bastian:  Hm?  Is that so?  Why do you say that?
Makalov:  Because she has a disgustingly lucky man like you on her side.
There's no way she will lose two battles in a row.
Bastian:  I see you have a gift for foresight.
Makalov:  So about that money...
Bastian:  If Crimea is victorious, I shall fill your coffers with so much gold
that even a team of oxen could not drag them!
Makalov:  Really!?
Bastian:  I don't make promises I can't keep.  I have many means to make money.
Don't worry yourself over that.
Makalov:  You're on!  I better give this war my best.  It's the gamble of a
lifetime!

STEFAN:

Stefan/Soren

Support C

Stefan:  ...
Soren:  Who goes there?
Stefan:  Don't be so alarmed.  I'm...one of yours.
Soren:  One of ours?  Unlikely.
Stefan:  Yes, one of your kind.  I see that you pretend to be something you
aren't and have lived among foreigners.
Soren:  ... I, I...
Stefan:  Hmmm...I see that I've puzzled you.  I'll let you stew on what I have
said.  Let's sit and talk next time our paths cross.
Soren: ...

Support B

Soren:  ...
Stefan:  You don't fit in with this roving band of beorc, do you?  Your stone
sticks out from the wall.
Soren:  Oh.  It's you again.
Stefan:  Come down to the colony in Grann Desert.  Others live there.  Others
like you.  You know...the Branded.
Soren:  I don't know what you're babbling about, but you're embarrassing
yourself.  I belong here, thank you.
Stefan:  I see...  Well, if that's the case, I won't twist your arm.
Soren:  ...

Support A

Stefan:  This war will be over soon enough.  Why are you still pretending to be
something  you aren't?
Soren:  Why do you keep bringing this up?  I don't know what you're talking
about!
Stefan:  You're Branded--there's no doubt about it.  I can tell.  I'm just like
you.
Soren:  ...
Stefan:  You've grown quite good at hiding it.  But, it's merely a matter of
time before your heritage becomes...evident.
Soren:  ...Evident?
Stefan:  You may have started to notice.  We age differently than the beorc.
Of course, the specifics of it depend on the type of laguz blood that flows in
your veins.
Soren:  I thought I was aging normally...  Well, until about three years ago.
Stefan:  You won't be able to remain in the same place.  Beorc aren't very
observant, but even they will soon catch on.
Soren:  That may be true...  But I will not leave Ike's side.
Stefan:  ...  When the times comes--and you will know when--ride to Grann
Desert.  You have friends there.
Soren:  ...

Stefan/Mordecai

Support C

Mordecai:  Stefan!  Here you are.
Stefan:  Yeah...
Mordecai:  Do you still want to hear about Gallia?  There are many things I can
tell you.
Stefan:  I was wondering...  Do you like Gallia, Mordecai?
Mordecai:  I do.  Gallia is a good country.  Strong.  Plentiful.  Very good for
me and for my friends.
Stefan:  It is, huh?
Mordecai:  And do you like Begnion?
Stefan:  I detest it.
Mordecai:  Detest?  I do not know this word.
Stefan:  Then you're lucky.  Sometimes, being ignorant can be a blessing.
Mordecai:  Ignorant?  ...I have a difficult time with beorc words.  They are
strange to me.

Support B

Mordecai:  Stefan!
Stefan:  What is it, Mordecai?  You seem upset.
Mordecai:  Detest means hatred.  Ignorant means dumb.  Why do you hate your
country?  Why do you insult me?
Stefan:  You've been studying?  Impressive.  Listen, I didn't mean to say you
were dumb.  I just meant that sometimes, it's better not to know some things...
Like what it means to hate...
Mordecai:  Stefan, you do not answer my questions.
Stefan:  Since you've been studying so much, I've got another ting for you to
look up.  I'm one of the Branded.  Perhaps that will explain why I detest my
country and why ignorant laguz detest me.
Mordecai:  Laguz...hate you?  Because you are...  branded?  Stefan, your words
confuse me.

Support A

Mordecai:  Stefan...
Stefan:  Have you found your answer?
Mordecai:  You are on of the Branded.  You are the child of beorc and laguz.
Stefan:  I believe so, at least.  My proof is this mark upon my forehead.
Mordecai:  ...
Stefan:  You don't need to talk to me if you're afraid.  Now that you know what
I am, I make you uncomfortable, don't I?
Mordecai:  I am unsure.  A legend in Gallia speaks of the parentless.  They are
bad omens.  When a parentless one comes into being, a century of destruction
follows...
Stefan:  Yes, that's it.  The laguz do call us that.  "Parentless," as if to
deny our heritage.  As if to deny that we are their kin.  That's how the laguz
treat us--as if we should never have been born.  The beorc may tremble when
they see the brands we bear, but at least they do not deny that we share blood.
That is why so many of the Branded hate the laguz--because they have rejected
our very existence.
Mordecai:  But how?  How is it that you came to be?  Laguz and beorc are
different.  They cannot bear children.  This is how Ashera has made our
world...  It is her law.
Stefan:  I don't know.  The laguz tribes cannot interbreed, I know that much.
However, it seems possible, though rare, for a child to be born to beorc and
laguz parents.  But once the bloodlines have mingled, the trace of it can
remain hidden for countless generations.  Have I violated the goddess's laws?
Have my parents?  No.  Whatever happened was done by some forgotten ancestor.
My parents are beorc, as were their parents before them.  I do not know who is
responsible for what I am.  But now, after many generations, their sin has
appeared in me.  I bear no guilt, but the badge of impurity is mine to wear.
Mordecai:  ...
Stefan:  My laguz blood gives me great power.  I thought about using my power
to gain revenge against the people who scorned me, but I decided against it.  I
have found friends, people who live outside the normal worlds of the beorc and
the laguz.  People who bear the brand.
Mordecai:  What did you want from me, Stefan?  Why did you ask about Gallia?
Stefan:  I was curious about Gallia's beast tribes.  They looked different than
those that live in Begnion.  There are those among the Branded who think that a
country willing to join hands with beorc...  Might find a place for us as well.
We thought we might at last find acceptance in Gallia and Crimea...  Of course,
it didn't work out that way...
Mordecai:  Stefan...
Stefan:  Well, I guess that's the end of our little "friendship" now, isn't it?
I intend to stick around until this war is over, but I won't bother you
anymore.  I know how you laguz are about us.
Mordecai:  No!  I will not pretend that you are not among us.  I will not
pretend that I do not see what is in front of me!
Stefan:  What will you do, Mordecai?  Am I so wretched to you that you feel you
must take direct action against me?  You laguz are closer to nature than the
beorc.  Are you going to enforce the goddess's law?  Is that it?
Mordecai:  I have not met the goddess.  But if her laws make you unwanted, then
I will have nothing to do with her.  You have taught me much, and I would not
like to lose your friendship.
Stefan:  Hm.  You'd want nothing to do with the goddess?  Funny, but for the
first time in my life, I'm grateful to her.
Mordecai:  Why?
Stefan:  If someone like you can be so sincere a friend, then perhaps she's not
to blame.  Perhaps her laws aren't what we think.

MUARIM:

Muarim/Lethe

Support C

Lethe:  Muarim.
Muarim:  Hello, Lethe...
Lethe:  How are you holding up?  I take it you've never fought in an army like
this before.
Muarim:  Yes, that's right.  Sometimes I get confused.  I'm not used to this
way of fighting.
Lethe:  Ask me if you have any questions.  I know a lot about battle...  I
commanded a unit back in Gallia.
Muarim:  You must be a fierce fighter and great leader.  Is it common for
females to command armies?
Lethe:  In Gallia, it doesn't matter what your sex is.  You just have to be the
best.
Muarim:  That sounds fair to me.
Lethe:  Your life may not be so fair.  You said you used to be a slave in
Begnion.
Muarim:  You will never know the horror.  You've lived with laguz pride in your
heart, under the protection of the great King Gallia.  You do not know...
Lethe:  ...

Support B

Lethe:  How are you, Muarim?
Muarim:  I'm starting to feel more at home with this army.  And I've finally
gotten used to the curious looks from other laguz.
Lethe:  Curious looks?  Muarim...you're hauling crates around!  You should
leave the supply carrying to the other soldiers.
Muarim:  I guess it's just in my nature.  I don't want to leave the work to the
beorc.
Lethe:  Why not?
Muarim:  They're just like us.
Lethe:  I see...
Muarim:  So you think I have no pride as a laguz?
Lethe:  No...  There was a time when I wouldn't have cared if they all fell off
a cliff.  But after joining Ike and his crew, I've learned that beorc and laguz
can get along.
Muarim: ...
Lethe:  I don't know what to tell you.  It seems like you've already given up.
Muarim:  Given up?!
Lethe:  I can't say I don't understand why.  You must have led a difficult
life.  But...I just can't understand how you've abandoned your laguz heritage.
Muarim: ...

Support A

Muarim:  Lethe.
Lethe:  What is it?
Muarim:  I'm sorry I gave you a hard time.  I must have just been envious of
how comfortable you are around beorc.
Lethe:  Comfortable?
Muarim:  Yes...you can deal with the beorc on an equal footing without losing
face.  It may seem like nothing to you, but it's something I once couldn't
imagine.
Lethe:  You can do the same.
Muarim:  Grrr...you may be right.  Yes...  I must change my attitude.
Lethe:  I think you will feel better that way.  I've never seen you with a
peaceful look on your face before.  That makes me worried...
Muarim:  Hah.  Am I really that frigid?
Lethe:  Most of the time.  But I'm glad to see that you're warming up.  Why
don't you tell me more about why you are so harsh with the beorc?  I might be
able to understand.
Muarim: ...

Muarim/Zihark

Support C

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:  ...

Support B

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.

Support A

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?

Muarim/Largo

Support C

Largo:  Whoa there!  Your arms are huge!!  How'd you get that big?
Muarim:  ...?
Largo:  I mean, my arms are pretty massive...  but those babies are something
else!
Muarim:  You have big muscles, too...
Largo:  Ba ha ha ha!  Brute force is about the only thing I've got going for
me!  Hey, why are you carrying those water jugs?
Muarim:  I'm taking them to the well.
Largo:  You're filling all those jugs?  They've got to weigh as much as an ox
once you get water in them!  One, two, three, four, five...  You've got quite a
handful there.  Let me give you a hand.
Muarim:  You don't have to do that.
Largo:  Aw, heck!  It's no problem!  I may not be able to cast a bunch of fancy
spells, but I can carry heavy stuff as well as any man or beast!
Muarim:  ...All right, then.  Let us go.

Support B

Largo:  How goes it, Muarim?
Muarim:  Largo.  Thanks for your help the other day.
Largo:  Bwa ha ha ha!  That was nothing.  You know, I've traveled all around
the world, and I've never seen someone as burly as you.  I'm pretty stout, but
I bet you could mop the floor with me...  So who do you think could lift the
most?
Muarim:  It's hard to say...
Largo:  The heaviest thing I ever lifted was this tree I cut down.  It was
three times my size!  What about you?
Muarim:  Well...  One time, I chiseled rocks from a mountain and carried them
up to repair a castle wall.
Largo:  Rocks?!  How big were they?
Muarim:  Mmm...big.  Taller than me.
Largo:  That's incredible!  ...Hey, how do you feel about a little strength
competition?  I bet we'd be pretty evenly matched!
Muarim:  No, that's just...
Largo:  Don't be so uptight!  Come on!  It's be fun!
Muarim:  ...Hmmm...  All right...  But just this once!

Support A

Largo:  Hey, Muarim!  That lifting competition we had the other day was epic!
Muarim:  Yes. It was a good time.
Largo:  People got interested when we were seeing who could lift the most cured
hams!  That crowd was huge!
Muarim:  Mmm...  It got a bit out of hand when we started lifting people.
Largo:  Bwa ha ha!  We were neck and neck right until the end.  The last thing
I stacked on my back was that big smoked ham, but then you picked up that girl!
What was her name again?
Muarim:  Mist.
Largo:  Yeah, that's her.  We could have settled the competition if we had
known which was heavier.  Huh!  I still think it was the ham...
Muarim:  You were quite amazing.
Largo:  Amazing?  Me?  Naw, not Largo!  You were the incredible one!
Muarim:  I'm not talking about how many hams you lifted.  You were able to draw
everyone together.  It gave them a laugh, despite the stress of battle.
Everyone had a chance to relax and blow off some steam.
Largo:  Well, everyone deserves a good belly laugh!  Bwaaaaa haa haa haaaaaa!!
Muarim:  You also treat me and everyone lese the same.  You are a good beorc.
Largo:  Bwa ha ha!  I just call it like I see it!  I don't deserve any credit
for that.  For now, let's call our match a tie.  How about some arm wrestling
next time?  There's no way you can beat me at that!
Muarim:  Hah!  We shall see!

TORMOD:

Tormod/Sothe

Support C

Tormod:  Hey, you!  You were with us during the attack the other day, right?
Sothe:  I don't know what you're talking about.
Tormod:  No, I remember you!  I saw you shanking enemy soldiers with that tiny
little blade of yours.  You were amazing!  By the way, did you know we're
almost the same age?  Oh, sorry...  I'm Tormod.  I may not look like it, but
I'm pretty much the most dangerous mage around.
Sothe: ...
Tormod:  And you are?
Sothe:  Sothe.
Tormod:  It's nice to meet you, Sothe!  By the way, why are you working as a
mercenary with this army?
Sothe:  You don't need to know that.
Tormod:  Hey!  What's with you?!  No need to be rude!

Support B

Tormod:  Hello, Sothe!
Sothe:  ...
Tormod:  I was thinking...  We're both lethal mercenaries and we're both about
the same age, so we should be friends!
Sothe:  I don't think so.
Tormod:  No?  Well, you can say that, but I'm still going to be your friend.
You'll see!
Sothe:  You're insane.
Tormod:  Yeah...?  Well...maybe I am!  But it's not like being my friend is
going to hurt you!

Support A

Tormod:  Hello, friend!
Sothe:  Give it up.  We're not friends.
Tormod:  You're going to be my friend whether you like or not.
Sothe:  Why are you so determined?
Tormod:  It's Muarim.
Sothe:  Muarim?  You mean that tiger?  What about him?
Tormod:  Well, he looks sad every time I see him...  He thinks it's his fault
that I don't have any beorc friends.  That's why I wanted you to be my
friend-to make him feel better.
Sothe:  You should have said as much.  Then I wouldn't have thought you were
crazy.
Tormod:  That changes things?
Sothe:  Sure.
Tormod:  Why?
Sothe:  He's like a father to you.  I understand why you don't want to cause
him grief.  I also have...someone...who is like a parent to me.
Tormod:  Oh, I get it!  Hey, you grew up a lot like me, then!  We're going to
be best friends forever!
Sothe:  Er ...well...  We'll talk.  Sometimes.  But don't get the idea that
we're best friends!
Tormod:  Why?  We have so much in common!
Sothe:  No offense, Tormod, but thieves are loners.  I can't have you tagging
along, snapping twigs and making lots of noise!

Tormod/Devdan

Support C

Tormod:  Hmmm...  I told him to meet me right here.  Where is he...?
Devdan:  Devdan is here!
Tormod:  Waaaaghhhhh!
Devdan:  What's wrong?!
Tormod:  Gaaaah!  Don't scare me like that!  My heart nearly exploded!  There
goes ten years off my life!
Devdan:  Don't overreact, little Tormod.  Devdan didn't scare ten years off
your life...  Devdan thinks you are just stalling!  But now it's time to get to
work.  The commander asked us to work on these weapons.  We should get started.
Tormod:  I'm the world's greatest mage!  Why do I have to do these stupid
chores?
Devdan:  Because you will learn something.  It's important to know all about
the different kinds of weapons you'll encounter on the battlefield.
Tormod:  Hmmm...yeah.  Well, you have a good point there.
Devdan:  Mua ha har hee ho hee hoo!  All of Devdan's points are good!
Tormod:  Um...all right, then.  I'll get started on the swords!

Support B

Tormod:  That's it.  I quit!  I can't take any more of this cr-
Devdan:  You should not leave a job unfinished!
Tormod:  Waagghhh!  Where did you come from?
Devdan:  Devdan has been watching you...  Mmm...  Your wound has not been
treated properly.  You will get an infection.
Tormod:  Aw, it's useless.  I rub it with vulnerary and dress it with a cloth,
but it doesn't do any good.  I just need a priest to mumble some magic words
and wave a staff over it!
Devdan:  Grrrr!  You are a fool!  That makes Devdan upset!
Tormod:  Huh?
Devdan:  You can't always depend on others for help.  On the battlefield, you
have to know how to take care of yourself.
Tormod:  I see...  Hah!  You do have a way with words.
Devdan:  Poor, lazy boy who knows nothing at all...  Here, hand over that
bandage.  Devdan will show you how it's done.
Tormod:  Thank you.

Support A

Tormod:  Aaaahhhhhh...
Devdan:  Don't sigh, Tormod.  It will only make you more depressed.
Tormod:  Oh, hello, Devdan.
Devdan:  So Devdan did not startle you?  That's a bit of a letdown!
Tormod:  It's just not fair.  It's like you were born with a lance in your
hand.  How can I compete with that?
Devdan:  Don't be so hard on yourself.  You've got a lot of talent, Tormod.
Tormod:  Please don't flatter me.  I know how it really is.  Maybe I'm not cut
out for magic...
Devdan:  Everyone has a tough time learning.
Tormod:  Myabe I'm just not any good.
Devdan:  Learning something new takes patience. If you're always in a rush to
get better, you'll overlook important lessons.
Tormod:  Important lessons?
Devdan:  Think back on the first time you used magic.  How did it feel?
Tormod:  How did I feel?  I was happy...and excited.  I'd never felt anything
like it.
Devdan:  Devdan knows that it felt good when you started making progress in
your training...  Right?
Tormod:  Yes...it was fun.
Devdan:  Why do you think that was?
Tormod:  I was happy because...  Well, because I was getting stronger.  I had
the power to protect people.
Devdan:  Never forget how that felt.  Keep that attitude, and you'll continue
to improve.
Tormod:  ...  Thanks, Devdan!  You're always teaching me something important!
Devdan:  Mua ha har hee ho hee hoo!  It is Devdan's responsibility to pass on
knowledge to the next generation.  And you know what?  You give Devdan
something in return, too...
Tormod:  I do?
Devdan:  Hope.  There's always something worth fighting for.

Tormod/Reyson

Support C

Tormod: Mighty prince of the heron clan!
Reyson: Yes, I am Reyson. Who are you?
Tormod: I'm Tormod. I was hoping to ask you something.
Reyson: I apologize-you caught me off guard.  What do you require?
Tormod: That song of yours...does it work on everything?
Reyson: You mean the chant?
Tormod: Yes, whatever it was that made that drab forest bloom with color.
Reyson: You speak of the galdr, the seid magic. What of it?
Tormod: Would you please sing it for all of us?
Reyson: All of you?
Tormod: Yes... For my laguz friends back in Grann Desert.
Reyson: So you're the leader of the laguz liberation force.  But you're...not
much older than a child.
Tormod: Do you have a problem with that?
Reyson: No problem at all.  It's just...ever since I heard whispers of a beorc
fighting to free the Begnion slaves, I wondered what manner of man he was.
You're...different than I had envisioned.
Tormod: So I'm young?  So what!  It doesn't make what I'm doing any less
important.  So...are you going to help us or not?
Reyson: I'll gladly lend whatever support I can give you, but...  What would
you have me do?
Tormod: I knew you'd come through!  Hmm, let's see...  Oh, wait...
Reyson: What is it?
Tormod: I'm not quite ready, yet.  The time isn't right.  I'd like to talk to
you about it in more detail, so please allow me to come back later when I have
more time!  See you later!
Reyson: Beorc children are so restless.

Support B

Tormod: Hello there, great prince of the heron!
Reyson: Please call me Reyson.
Tormod: Are you sure? All right, Reyson it is. Can you spare a moment?
Reyson: Certainly.  This is about chanting for your laguz friends, isn't it?
Tormod: That's right!  You remembered!
Reyson: Why don't you tell me more about what you have in mind?
Tormod: Well, I was hoping you would...you know... use your magic chant to
transform all that sand into soil.
Reyson: Sand into soil?
Tormod: Exactly! Rich, fertile soil that will yield a bountiful harvest.  We'll
build our village there.
Reyson: That is...utterly absurd!
Tormod: Hmmm, he sure stormed off in a huff.  For someone that has such
kind-looking eyes, he sure has a short temper.

Support A

Tormod:  Please, Reyson!  You've got to help!
Reyson: ...
Tormod:  I know you can do it!  I'm...begging you.
Reyson:  I'm sorry.  I can't.
Tormod:  Is it because we're poor?  Is that why you won't help us?
Reyson:  Are you suggesting that I'm only willing to help the rich?!
Tormod:  No...I mean...  It was just incredible how you forgave the apostle
like that and breathed new life back into the forest.
Reyson:  That was only possible under very special circumstances.
Tormod:  Why?  I don't get it.
Reyson:  It was Serenes Forest.  For my people, there is no more sacred a
place.  And the galdr I chanted was a part of an ancient clan ritual performed
on a very holy altar.  Most importantly, my seid magic succeeded because Leanne
was by my side.  That galdr holds little force when I chant it alone.
Tormod:  Then all we need is Leanne!
Reyson:  You're not very quick, are you?  Even if both of us chanted the galdr
until we collapsed from exhaustion, there's no way we could turn sand into
soil.  Even if the desert was a fertile valley eons ago, I don't have the power
to restore it.  Have I made myself clear?
Tormod:  Hmmpph...
Reyson:  What need do you have for such magic?  Ike has told me that you are
now under the protection of the apostle.
Tormod:  The apostle said she would do something about the slavery of the
laguz.  But the laguz still live among the beorc.  It's bound to cause hard
feelings.  Think about it.  Even if the apostle frees the laguz, the average
beorc will still loathe them.  I just don't want to see my friends live under a
cloud of hatred, fearing for their lives.
Reyson:  Beorc and laguz living in harmony?  It's hard to imagine that.
Tormod:  That's why I wanted you to do something about the desert.  If I could
build a village for the laguz there, they'd be able to get a fresh start.
Reyson:  This may be a long way off, but if Serenes Forest returns to our
control, would you like to come live with us there?
Tormod:  Are you sure!?
Reyson:  Of course.
Tormod:  This is...unbelievable news!  Everyone will be ecstatic!
Reyson:  You should know that hunting animals for food is forbidden in the
sacred forest.
Tormod:  It is?  Then how will we eat?
Reyson:  Fresh stream water is plentiful, and there are more than enough nuts
and berries.
Tormod:  But many of my friends are from the great beast tribes-they eat meat!
Reyson:  They'll have to get used to it.
Tormod: I will talk to everyone.  But they might decide the desert is fine with
them.  They do love eating meat!

Tormod/Calill

Support C
Tormod: Excuse me, ma'am?
Calill: ...
Tormod: Um... Excuse me, Calill?
Calill: Hmph!  I won't answer unless you call me...  A lady.  A pretty lady!
Tormod: Nuts to that!
Calill: Well then, you can just forget it.  I won't waste my time teaching
magic to a brat like you.
Tormod: Hey, pretty lady!  Beautiful lady?  Would you please teach me magic?
Calill: What a selfish brat!  What about the spells I taught you last week?  I
won't teach you anything new until you've mastered those.
Tormod: Those?  Pshaw!  I aced them!  Heck, I aced everything in this book!
I'm a magic genius!
Calill: Boastfulness does not become you, dear.  And your brash tongue won't
make me teach you any faster.
Tormod: Yeah?  I'll show you!  Um... I mean...  Can you make sure I 'm doing
them right?  Please?  Pretty lady?
Calill: Fine, fine.  Show me what you can do.  Sigh... So much work and so
little time...

Support B

Calill:  Oh, my heavens!  Tormod!  Aaaah!  Enough!  That's enough!  We're done
for today.
Tormod:  Oh, come on!  Teach me more magic!  I won't catch the drapes on fire
again, I promise!
Calill:  No way!  By the goddess, I'll be lucky to get out of here with my
eyebrows still affixed to my forehead.
Tormod:  But I can do better!  I know it!  I already learned fire, thunder, and
wind!
Calill:  Yes, yes, I'll admit that you're a quick learner.  And, truth be told,
you have a lot of raw talent.
Tormod:  Yeah, I knew it!
Calill:  But you lack discipline!  You're impatient.  And rash.  You can learn
new spells all day, but you won't truly master any of them until you know each
one intimately.
Tormod:  You're just mad because I'm more talented than you!  You don't want me
to learn anything because you know I'm the best!
Calill:  Oh, why did I ever agree to this...  Now listen here, child.  And
listen well.  If you keep up this half-baked spell casting, you're going to
have a serious accident someday.
Tormod: An accident?
Calill:  Magic doesn't react well when miscast.  I've seen fingers get blown
off...  And you'll be lucky if it's just a finger!  Sometimes it's an arm or a
leg...  And in really unfortunate cases, it can take a life!
Tormod:  Heck!  I'm not afraid!
Calill:  I didn't say YOUR fingers or YOUR life!
Tormod:  What? You?
Calill: Me, Commander Ike, anyone!  We can't afford to have you overshoot our
enemies and rain death down on us instead!
Tomrod: ...
Calill: Tormod, magic is unlike any other weapon.  It does not forgive.  If you
lose concentration...  If you hesitate...  If you fail to respect it...  People
will die. Friends...will die.
Tormod:  I'm sorry.
Calill:  Then study the basics.  After all, you don't want to be a burden to
your friends do you?
Tormod: No!

Support A

Tormod:  Hey, pretty lady!  What do you think of my magic now?
Calill:  Hmm, let's see...
Tormod:  Yeah?
Calill:  You've worked very hard.  I have nothing more to teach you.
Tormod:  Whooo-hoo!  Now I'm a mage, too!
Calill:  Yes.  I suppose you could say that.  You have inspired me, Tormod.
Your passion makes me want to study more of the arcane arts.  I think I'll
start learning magic again.
Tormod:  What?  Are there still things that you need to learn?
Calill:  Ha ha ha!  Oh, Tormod.  I have only shown you the tip of the magical
iceberg.  Anyone can learn that much with hard work and practice.  Maybe not as
quickly as you, but...  Whether you can go further, however, depends on your
own essence.
Tormod:  My essense?
Calill:  The abilities that you were born with... or lack.  Having a certain
essence is the key to mastering magic.
Tormod:  Wh-what do you think?  Do I have a magical essence?
Calill:  Sorry, Tormod.  But you and I, we're nothing special.  Some talent,
yes.  But not the true essence.
Tormod:  Then...this is it?  This is as far as I'll go?  I can't be the world's
mightiest mage, no matter how hard I try?
Calill:  Well, there is a way to improve magical abilities beyond one's
essence, but... even that has limits.  And a price.
Tormod:  What kind of way?
Calill:  You let a spirit come into your body.  It's called Spirit Charming.
Tormod:  That sounds crazy!
Calill:  Some would say so.  Magic comes from these spirits-from their
interactions with the natural world.  If you take that power into your body,
your magic will see a dramatic and powerful improvement.  In plain language,
you turn your body into bait.  You get better magic, and the spirit gets...you.
Tormod:  W-what?  It....it EATS you?
Calill:  As I understand it...the spirit will slowly consume your soul in
exchange for essence.  So I suggest you not make such a bargain unless you're
absolutely prepared.
Tormod:  Who would do such a thing?
Calill:  Oh, there are many people...  I'm sure the intelligence officer of
this mercenary group is one of them.
Tormod:  You mean that Soren fellow?
Calill:  You know the mark on his forehead?  That's what happens when you cut a
deal with a spirit.
Tormod:  Are you serious?  Wait, I've seen those marks before!  The old man in
the desert who taught me magic had one on the palm!
Calill:  Many magic users in Begnion and Daein hide such marks.  They fear
being confused with the Branded.
Tormod:  Branded?  What's that?
Calill:  Never mind that!  Just listen to me.  Don't cut deals with spirits.
The price is too steep.
Tormod:  But I want to be strong!  I want-
Calill:  You can still improve your magic without making such a bargain.  Look,
we're both nobodies in the big scheme of things.  Let's just try to help each
other out.
Tormod:  Oh...all right.  I'll work hard to be the most average mage I can be!
Calill:  Ha ha ha!  Now you're talking!!

DEVDAN:

Devdan/Nephenee

Support C

Devdan:  Yoo-hoo!  Hey there, little one!  Devdan has something to tell you.
Nephenee:  What...is it?
Devdan:  Devdan thinks that you look angry.  Why are you always scowling?
Small children will start to cry!
Nephenee:  You...think so?
Devdan:  It's frightening to look at you!  You had better start to smile
more...  or else!  Being too serious is a bad business.  Keep it up and your
life will end much sooner than you like!
Nephenee:  Um...you're scaring me.
Devdan:  Is that right?  Hmm...  What's your name?
Nephenee:  Nephenee...
Devdan:  Well then, Devdan will now teach Nephenee how to laugh.  Don't be shy!
It will be fun!
Nephenee:  All...right...  Please don't hurt me.

Support B

Devdan:  I have something to tell you, Nephenee.
Nephenee:  AAAAH!  Um...y-yes, Devdan?
Devdan:  You have that stern look again...  You had better start to smile
more...  Or else!  Remember what Devdan taught you the other day?  You can
laugh for no reason at all!
Nephenee:  I'm trying!  I promise!  I really am...  See?  Um...  Heh heh...
Devdan:  Trying?  Oh, little one!  All you have to do is to laugh like Devdan.
Like this!  Mua ha har hee ho hee hoo!
Nephenee:  Well, it's...it's hard to laugh when you're sad...and...terribly
frightened.
Devdan:  Nephenee always says things like that.  Talking in such a quiet voice.
It makes Devdan sad...and upset!
Nephenee:  Eep!
Devdan:  But more sad.  Devdan once visited a village that was home to a girl
like you.  She was so good to poor Devdan...  But one day, bandits came to the
village...and they killed her.
Nephenee:  That's terrible!
Devdan:  She took herself too seriously.  She should have stayed hidden with
everyone else.  Instead, she came out from hiding while Devdan was fighting the
bandits.  She thought she had to do something herself...  That's why Devdan
wants you to talk more, and smile more, too!  One day...poof!  It could be too
late for poor Nephenee!
Nephenee:  Um...C-Commander Ike!  Titania?  Anyone...?

Support A

Nephenee:  Um...  Hello, D-Devdan.
Devdan:  Mua ha har hee ho hee hoo!  Nephenee never says hello first.  That
makes Devdan happy!
Nephenee:  I'm smiling!  See!  So...happy...  Smiling...so...hard...
Devdan:  It is hard for Devdan to hear Nephenee say such things...
Nephenee:  I-I'm sorry--
Devdan: Devdan loves to see people smile!  That's why Devdan smiles, too.  But
seeing a pained smile is sad.  You try to smile because Devdan asked you to,
but you are still full of sorrow.  It reminds Devdan of the dead child that you
heard about the other day...  The poor, dead child...  Devdan is sorry,
Nephenee.  Let us speak no more of it.  I will get...upset.
Nephenee:  U-upset?  D-don't do that, Devdan!
Devdan:  Mmmmm...
Nephenee:  Maybe I've been...uh...too negative!  If I think positive, I'll
smile a lot.  Like you!  See?!
Devdan:  Of course you will!  A smile helps you and your friends!  Can you
smile wider?  Here, Devdan will help!
Nephenee:  Ah!  Wait!  No!  Look, I got it!  Smile, Nephenee...  Smile big...
Smile and back away...

Devdan/Tormod

Support C

Tormod:  Hmmm...  I told him to meet me right here.  Where is he...?
Devdan:  Devdan is here!
Tormod:  Waaaaghhhhh!
Devdan:  What's wrong?!
Tormod:  Gaaaah!  Don't scare me like that!  My heart nearly exploded!  There
goes ten years off my life!
Devdan:  Don't overreact, little Tormod.  Devdan didn't scare ten years off
your life...  Devdan thinks you are just stalling!  But now it's time to get to
work.  The commander asked us to work on these weapons.  We should get started.
Tormod:  I'm the world's greatest mage!  Why do I have to do these stupid
chores?
Devdan:  Because you will learn something.  It's important to know all about
the different kinds of weapons you'll encounter on the battlefield.
Tormod:  Hmmm...yeah.  Well, you have a good point there.
Devdan:  Mua ha har hee ho hee hoo!  All of Devdan's points are good!
Tormod:  Um...all right, then.  I'll get started on the swords!

Support B

Tormod:  That's it.  I quit!  I can't take any more of this cr-
Devdan:  You should not leave a job unfinished!
Tormod:  Waagghhh!  Where did you come from?
Devdan:  Devdan has been watching you...  Mmm...  Your wound has not been
treated properly.  You will get an infection.
Tormod:  Aw, it's useless.  I rub it with vulnerary and dress it with a cloth,
but it doesn't do any good.  I just need a priest to mumble some magic words
and wave a staff over it!
Devdan:  Grrrr!  You are a fool!  That makes Devdan upset!
Tormod:  Huh?
Devdan:  You can't always depend on others for help.  On the battlefield, you
have to know how to take care of yourself.
Tormod:  I see...  Hah!  You do have a way with words.
Devdan:  Poor, lazy boy who knows nothing at all...  Here, hand over that
bandage.  Devdan will show you how it's done.
Tormod:  Thank you.

Support A

Tormod:  Aaaahhhhhh...
Devdan:  Don't sigh, Tormod.  It will only make you more depressed.
Tormod:  Oh, hello, Devdan.
Devdan:  So Devdan did not startle you?  That's a bit of a letdown!
Tormod:  It's just not fair.  It's like you were born with a lance in your
hand.  How can I compete with that?
Devdan:  Don't be so hard on yourself.  You've got a lot of talent, Tormod.
Tormod:  Please don't flatter me.  I know how it really is.  Maybe I'm not cut
out for magic...
Devdan:  Everyone has a tough time learning.
Tormod:  Myabe I'm just not any good.
Devdan:  Learning something new takes patience. If you're always in a rush to
get better, you'll overlook important lessons.
Tormod:  Important lessons?
Devdan:  Think back on the first time you used magic.  How did it feel?
Tormod:  How did I feel?  I was happy...and excited.  I'd never felt anything
like it.
Devdan:  Devdan knows that it felt good when you started making progress in
your training...  Right?
Tormod:  Yes...it was fun.
Devdan:  Why do you think that was?
Tormod:  I was happy because...  Well, because I was getting stronger.  I had
the power to protect people.
Devdan:  Never forget how that felt.  Keep that attitude, and you'll continue
to improve.
Tormod:  ...  Thanks, Devdan!  You're always teaching me something important!
Devdan:  Mua ha har hee ho hee hoo!  It is Devdan's responsibility to pass on
knowledge to the next generation.  And you know what?  You give Devdan
something in return, too...
Tormod:  I do?
Devdan:  Hope.  There's always something worth fighting for.

Devdan/Largo

Support C

Devdan:  Ladies and gentlemen!  Gather 'round!  Get ready for Devdan's
fantastic show!
Largo:  Ah, a street performer!  Could be fun.  Hmm...  Looks like I'm the only
one here...  Well, I'll check out the show, anyway.
Devdan:  Ho ho!  Step right up...and be amazed!  First, Devdan draws a picture
like so...  Hum de dum...  Voila!  All done!  This is Devdan's friend...
Nadved!
Largo:   Nadved?  Waaaait a minute.  This is just a sketch of some stupid stick
figure.
Devdan:  Ah!  You are wrong, young one.  Listen carefully...and be amazed!
Largo:  Huh?  Listen to what?  ...Aw, you're crazy!
Unknown:  Hellooooooooo...
Largo:  What the...?  W-who was that?!  Your lips didn't move, but I heard
something!  What's going on here?
Devdan:  That was Nadved!  Say hello to Largo, Nadved!
Unknown:  Hellooooo,  Laaaaaargooooo...  Whooooooooo!
Largo:  Yaaaaaaa!  I mean...um...  Wow!  That's pretty incredible!  Can it do
anything else?
Devdan:  But of course!  For Nadved's next trick...

Support B

Largo:  Ah, what a great day!  I think I'll wander the streets and see what
trouble I can...  Hello?  What's this?  Hm?  Well, if it isn't Devdan's friend,
Nadved!  Why are you just lying in the street?  Here, let me pick up...  Hey,
Nadved!  Speak!  ...Speak!  Speak, Nadved!  I command it!
Unknown:  ...
Largo:  Oh, this is nonsense!  Bah!  How would a piece of paper talk, anyway...
Speak, Nadved!  Speeeeak!  Grrrrr!  This makes me so mad!  Fine, then!  You
don't want to talk?  I'll just crumple you up instead!
Unknown:  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!  WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
GYyYYAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Largo:  Yaaaaa!  What the...?!  N-no way!  It screamed!  Oh, I'm sorry!  Are
you all right, Nadved!?
Unknown:  ...
Largo:  Oh, by the goddess...  What have I done?  I'm a monster!  A monster!
...I gotta dispose of the body!
Devdan:  Oh, hello Largo!  How are you today?
Largo:  Wha--?!  Oh, Devdan!  Um...how are you?  I-it's such a nice day, and I
was just...  AH!  F-forgive me!  Yaaaaaaaaaa!
Devdan:  He ran away...  Oh, poor young one.  Perhaps Devdan is to blame for
showing you his trick.  But Devdan can't tell you how it's done, because it is
a...secret...  Oh, the shame of it all...

Support A

Largo:  Um...  Devdan?  Do you have a moment?
Devdan:  Devdan always has time for you.
Largo:  Look...  I'm...sorry that I got scared and ran off the other day.  I've
been agonizing over how to make it up to you, but I can't think of anything
that'll make it right.  So I'll just...apologize.
Sorry, Devdan.  Sorry, Nanved.
Devdan:  You worried that much for us?  Poor Largo!  Nadved is fine!
Largo:  R-really!?
Devdan:  I am Nadved's friend.  And friends are always close by!  I just have
to draw picture like so...  Hum de dum...  See!  It's Nadved!!
Unknown:  Laaaaaaargoooooo!  I miiiiiised yooooooou!  Whooooooooooooo!
Largo:  Oh!  It's you!  I'm so sorry, Nadved!  I put you through pain just
because I lost my temper.
Unknown:  Thaaaaat's all riiiiiiight,  Laaaaaargoooooooooo!
Devdan:  Nadven is right, Largo.  We are all friends.  Friends forgive each
other!
Largo:  Whew!  I'm so glad.  Thanks you two!  You're both good people!  The
best~!  Bwaaah ha ha ha haaaa!
Devdan:  No, no.  You're the best, Largo.  Let's stay friends!  But
first...come closer...  Nadved wants to tell you something...
Largo:  Um...yeah, all right.  Let me just take a step closer here, and...
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

TANITH:

Tanith/Oscar

Support C

Tanith:  Oh, excuse me...
Oscar:  Yes?
Tanith:  Did you just drop this cloth?
Oscar:  Oops.  Yes, that's mine.  Thank you for picking it up.  I apologize for
troubling you, Commander Tanith.
Tanith:  What is your name?
Oscar:  Silly me.  I forgot to introduce myself!  I am Oscar, of the Greil
Mercenaries.  It's a pleasure to meet you, milady.
Tanith:  Hm.  I hadn't thought you were one of the mercenaries.  That's quite
interesting.  I am here with only a minimal retinue, but I hope that we can
demonstrate the greatness of Begnion's knights.
Oscar:  I am well aware of Begnion's reputation.  It's an honor to meet the
leader of such an esteemed force.
Tanith:  You're too kind.
Oscar:  It's a pleasure meeting you, milady.
Tanith:  Hm...  Such a well-mannered young man.  I always thought mercenaries
were rude, crude, and vulgar men...  Ike certainly has some fine lads under his
command.

Support B

Oscar:  Tanith, I must say, the charge you lead the other day was spectacular.
Tanith:  We are knights of Begnion, after all.  Anything less than a direct
charge, knight against knight, would sully the honor of our apostle and our
motherland.
Oscar:  I'd heard stories of your bravery before, but to see you in action was
incredible!  To see so many Pegasus knights swooping onto the battlefield at
once, it was like seeing the sun break through the clouds.
Tanith:  You over-romanticize us.
Oscar:  Oh, no, milady.  It was a sight to behold.  But, and do not take
offense at this, might I share an observation with you?  It strikes me that
your strategy works only if you have the superior numbers.
Tanith:  Admittedly, in most battles, Begnion has the advantage of numbers.  I
can't recommend this tactic in our current campaign.
Oscar:  I agree.  Our army is constantly undermanned.  Sometimes, it's a
struggle just to get the basic necessities!  It goes without saying that we'll
never have access to all the resources that Begnion enjoys.
Tanith:  Well, you seem to understand how to fight well enough with few
numbers.  Tell me, what would you do?
Oscar:  We take advantage of our individual soldiers' strengths.  Where you
would overwhelm your foe with numbers, we cannot risk the losses.  We cannot
afford to lose a single soldier, even if his sacrifice brings us victory.
After all, we might win a battle that way, but we will not be able to last out
the war.  Do not let honor drag you into a duel you cannot win.  Dishonor is
better than death if withdrawing means you live to fight again.
Tanith:  Retreating from a fight is not an easy thing to do, but I must admit,
your words make sense given our numbers.
Oscar:  And I would hate to lose your strength to preserve something as
intangible as honor.
Tanith:  But you know, the Pegasus knights can be stubborn, I'm not sure even I
can convince them to change their tactics.
Oscar:  Then I'll help you convince them.  Maybe my experiences will be all the
proof they need.
Tanith:  You'd do that?
Oscar:  Yes, of course.  I don't have even half the experience you do, but if
there's any chance I can help, I will.
Tanith:  Oh, I think you can be quite persuasive.  You know, you're not what I
expected from a mercenary.
Oscar:  I'm glad to have surprised you then, milady.
Tanith:  We should be going.  You'd best keep up with me.  I have no intention
of waiting for you and your horse!
Oscar:  Well, perhaps I'll have to surprise you a second time!

Support A

Tanith:  Are you going somewhere, Oscar?
Oscar:  Yes, milady.  I was just about to prepare supper.  Is there something
you needed?
Tanith:  No, it's nothing important...  I just wanted to thank you.  Your
insights into mercenary tactics have been helpful.  I feel like I've learned
more here than I did at the academy!  Why, I'm starting to wish that I could
take you back to Begnion with me, so that we could all benefit from your wisdom.
Oscar:  That's kind of you to say, milady.
Tanith:  By the way...you cook?
Oscar:  Yes, milady.  As I've said, we're a small company.  Each of us handles
a variety of tasks, from fighting to cooking to cleaning.
Tanith:  You are full of surprises!
Oscar:  You think so?
Tanith:  I may be a fine warrior, but...  It's embarrassing to admit, but I
can't even crack an egg without hurting someone.  The last meal I prepared at
the academy took three of our finest generals out of action for nearly a month.
Oscar:  Oh, my...
Tanith:  Shocking, isn't it?
Oscar:  Oh, no.  I take it as a testament to your skills as a warrior.
Just...remind me never to accept an invitation to dinner.  Or...you know, if
you'd like, I could teach you a little...
Tanith:  You'd teach me how to cook?
Oscar:  Only if you'd like.
Tanith:  Hm.  I'm sure you're as good an instructor in the cooking arts as in
the military ones.  All right.  I accept your offer!

Marcia/Tanith

Support C

Marcia:  ...Oh!
Tanith:  Marcia.  It's been a while.
Marcia:  Oh, chestnuts!  D-Deputy Commander Tanith!?  What...are you doing here?
Tanith:  I was just about to ask you the same thing.  As deputy commander of
the Holy Guard, I took this position on imperial orders.  I never would have
thought I'd run into one of my former subordinates so soon...
Marcia:  W-we've been together since we crossed into Daein?!  Oh, I had no
idea!  Talk about strange luck!  Heh...
Tanith:  It certainity is.  I'm glad I've come across my...special subordinate.
I've been looking for you a long time, you know...
Marcia:  D-Deputy Commander, your eyes...  why are you squinting at me like
that?  Are you...angry?
Tanith:  Oh, I'm angry.  I am very angry.  Very angry indeed.  Right now I'm
weighing my options...  Which penalty should I inflict on you for deserting the
Begnion Holy Guard?
Marcia:  I'm...  I'm no deserter!  Didn't read the letter of resignation I
wrote?
Tanith:  Did you think you could cast off your sworn duty by scribbling on a
piece of paper?  You should know the weight of being a soldier in the service
of the Begnion Holy Guard.
Marcia:  I'm...  I'm sorry!  But I was in such a hurry...
Tanith:  Commander Sigrun is a charitable person.  She says she is willing to
overlook your desertion.
Marcia:  Phew...
Tanith:  However!  I put an end to that nonsense!  I told her that I would
bring you back at any cost and deliver the appropriate penalty.  I hope you're
ready!
Marcia:  Oh!  I just remembered I have to be somewhere!  Somewhere really far
away...  Excuse me, ma'am!  Yaaaaa!
Tanith:  Stop right there!  You're not going to get away this time!

Support B

Tanith:  Marcia!
Marcia: Eeeeeeek!  D-Deputy Commander!
Tanith:  What a disgraceful little scream!  You should know how to behave in
front of your former superior.
Marcia:  But...  Deputy Commander...  Are you still upset with me?
Tanith:  I certainly am!  State your reason for deserting your duty as a
Pegasus knight!  You were never one to run away!  Even during the most intense
missions...  You were no coward, Marcia.  I've even seen some knights leave
because of a silly romantic distraction...  but not you.
Marcia:  Well, if you must know...  My brother went missing after he accrued a
massive debt.
Tanith:  Debt?
Marcia:  Yes.  Men began coming to my barracks to collect their money instead
of hunting down my brother.  That's why I went to find him.  I met Ike and his
company during my search, and I joined after they saved me from a vicious band
of boat monkeys.  But I still didn't find my brother.
Tanith:  ...
Marcia:  I figured that if I traveled with Ike,  I'd eventually find my
brother.  That's why I'm still with them.
Tanith:  I see...  So he skipped town because of his debts.  As your former
superior officer, I do feel some sympathy for you.
Marcia:  Then-
Tanith:  Nevertheless!  You are still a deserter.  It makes no difference why.
You will still be punished once my mission is complete.
Marcia:  Awww...  Come on!

Support A

Marcia:  So, you know...  I was thinking...  If possible...  It would be great
if you could overlook my punishment.
Tanith:  Punishing deserters to the harshest degree of the law has always been
an iron rule.  I cannot make a special exception for you.
Marcia:  Deputy Commander...  Why do you have to be so mean?!
Tanith:  Why am I mean!?  Because you deserted, I had to--
Marcia:  You were always like that.  Unlike Commander Sigrun, you never once
commended our unit.  You think you understand us, but you don't.  You're just
heartless and frigid.
Tanith:  Don't you get it?  Why do you think I'm coming down on you so hard!?
Marcia:  Excuse me?
Tanith:  I wouldn't normally say this, but...  I had high expectations for you,
Marcia.  I thought you could take the reigns and someday lead the Holy Guard.
Marcia:  What!?  Where did that come from?  Back in Begnion, you said nothing
about any of this.
Tanith:  Do you think I would say something like that on my own?  I have no
choice now.  I'll offer counsel to the commander, and see to it that you have a
place back on the Guard.  If you come back, I might just forget all about your
desertion.
Marcia:  Deputy Commander...  I...I appreciate it!

Reyson/Tanith

Support C

Tanith:  Do you have a moment, Prince Reyson?
Reyson:  Oh, you're the apostle's...
Tanith:  Yes, Your Highness.  My name is Tanith, and I lead Begnion's holy
guard of pegasus knights.
Reyson:  What brings you here?
Tanith:  I wanted to let you know that the apostle has ordered me to keep you
safe.  She is quite sincere in here desire to help.
Reyson:  She seeks redemption for what happened all those years ago, does she?
I have no need for bodyguards.  I can protect myself.
Tanith:  I mean no disrespect, Your Highness, but even the youngest child in
Begnion knows the heron clan abhors fighting.  If you refuse to fight, how will
you protect yourself?
Reyson:  That is my own concern.  Not yours.
Tanith:  I beg to differ.  I am under imperial orders.  I cannot abandon my
duty, and so your safety is very much my concern.
Reyson:  Your beorc orders do not affect me.  I have wasted enough time with
you.  Now excuse me.
Tanith:  His body seems so frail, but his will is strong.  He's not going to
make it easy for me to protect him.  What am I to do?

Support B

Tanith:  Your Highness.
Reyson:  Tanith.
Tanith:  It looks like you've healed quite nicely from that wound you sustained
in our last battle.
Reyson:  ...
Tanith:  I don't mean to sound disrespectful, Your Highness, but I feel it's
reckless for you to join us on the battlefield.  Several soldiers from my
retinue have complained that, when they try to protect you, you charge headlong
into danger.  Please, stay out of harm's way and allow us to guard you.  Your
behavior endangers us all.
Reyson:  I will remain on the battlefield until Commander Ike tells me he no
longer has need of my powers.  No one else may command me.
Tanith:  But, Your Highness--!
Reyson:  That having been said, I appreciate your concern.  But again, I need
no bodyguards.  Now stop following me!
Tanith:  ...If it weren't for that imperial order, he'd need a bodyguard to
protect him from ME.

Support A

Tanith:  Your Highness.  I owe you my thanks.  Your songs saved my life the
other day.
Reyson:  I am glad you are safe.  I have never seen your pegasus balk before an
enemy.  She usually moves so swiftly.
Tanith:  We've been fighting so hard lately.  I think she must have been
exhausted.  She didn't want to let me down...  If you had not sung your galdr
then...  I don't like to think what could have happened--to her or to me.
Again, I thank you, Your Highness.
Reyson:  Do you still think I am of no value because I do not fight?
Tanith:  No, Your Highness.  I hadn't realized how valuable you could be.  I
was arrogant, and I was wrong.  To think I'd intended to protect you, and yet
you wound up saving me.  I have dishonored Begnion.
Reyson:  It does not matter.  As long as you understand that I need no
protection.
Tanith:  No, it matters quite a bit.  I'm in over my head.  I cannot remain
here, not after this humiliation.  I return at once to Begnion.  There, I shall
await the judgment of the apostle.
Reyson:  You jest!  It was a minor tactical error.  You needn't abandon us for--
Tanith:  No...  Dishonorable discharge is the only path left for me...  The
apostle charged me with a task, and I have failed her.
Reyson:  If you will not listen to reason, then I see only one recourse.  I
appoint you as my escort.  You have fulfilled your apostle's orders.
Tanith: But, Your Highness.  I have already seen that I will be nothing but a
burden to you.  How can I protect you?
Reyson:  I will protect you.  We will protect one another.  Remain here, and
fulfill your duty.
Tanith:  Your Highness, I would be pleased to accept your appointment.  I have
misjudged you once.  I swear I shall not do it again.

REYSON:

Reyson/Ike

Support C

Ike: Reyson.
Reyson: Oh, Ike.  What can I do for you?
Ike: I just came to see how things are going.  How are you doing?
Reyson: Fine.  No problems.
Ike: No problems?  Your face tells me otherwise.
Reyson: Well...we herons are optimistic by nature.  So it's hard for me to be
on a battlefield where the air is thick with negative energy.  It's...tiring.
But I'm learning to adjust.  I hope you'll let me fight beside you to the
bitter end.
Ike: As long as you take care of yourself, I have no complaints.  But isn't
there anything I can do to help?  Maybe we could have a special supper.
Certain foods tend to restore energy.
Reyson:  That's very kind, but my diet...  Heh.  It's fairly limited.  You
know, I used to be disgusted by my thin, frail body.  So one time I performed a
little experiment.  I got all the food that Tibarn likes-raw meat, cold fish,
insects-and ate them.  I ate them all.
Ike: That doesn't sound good.  What happened?
Reyson:  I stared death in the face for ten days.  You've never seen a laguz so
green!  I guess we herons are just meant to eat fruits and nuts for our entire
lives.
Ike:  I can't imagine.  Raw meat?  You must have been desperate!
Reyson:  I wanted so much to be like Tibarn.  Big body, strong wings...  With
those features, I felt I could march into Begnion and revenge my brothers all
by myself.  I got on my knees and prayed to the goddess every night.  Asking
her for power... But to no avail.
Ike: I think I know how you feel...  But it's better this way.
Reyson:  How do you figure?
Ike: You get sick from negative energy.  Imagine if you tried to hurt someone!
You'd lose your lunch!
Reyson:  Heh.  I guess you're right...  At one time, I was so angry about my
lack of strength, so consumed by despair, that I considered forfeiting my
life...  But...  I'm glad that I am alive.  I got to see Leanne because I am
alive.
Ike:  Huh.  You surprise me, Reyson.  You're stronger than you look.
Reyson:  If you're talking spiritual strength.  I think I'm the best there is!

Support B

Ike: Reyson!
Reyson:  I'm here, Ike.  Do you wish to talk strategy?
Ike:  Yes.  Your participation in the next few battles will be critical...  How
are you feeling?
Reyson:  Well...I found that the negative energy isn't so bad when I fly.  Even
feeling a breeze can be a huge help.  I can hold up.  Don't worry about me.
Ike:  You look tired.  Exhausted, even.  I think I know how King Phoenicis must
feel...  I'm sorry for pushing you like this.
Reyson:  Saying so is an insult.  I choose to be here.
Ike:  Look, that's not what I meant...  I apologize.  I know that you hate
having people fuss over you.  It's just-
Reyson:  Ike?  Be quiet.  If you were anyone else, I'd punch you in the nose
and make you be quiet.
Ike:  Whoa, easy, Reyson!  That's not necessary!  And hey... I didn't think
that herons could attack.
Reyson:  ...I know how to punch!  Although...
Ike:  Yes?
Reyson:  I suffer more damage than my target.
Ike:  What?!
Reyson:  When I bashed Duke Tanas's face, he only suffered a bloody nose, but
it cracked the bones in the back of my hand.
Ike:  Holy...
Reyson:  Indeed.
Ike:  ...But it felt good, right?
Reyson:  Oh, yeah.

Support A

Ike:  Reyson?  How are you holding up?  You look like death warmed over.
Reyson:  I know, Ike!  Believe me, I know that better than anyone.  But,
please.  Let me do this.  Let me fight to the end.
Ike:  Well, all right.  But I don't want you dropping dead the minute this war
is over!
Reyson:  My body should return to normal once the medallion settles down...
Don't worry.  My will is still strong.  I have to confront Ashnard.  I have to
discover the truth.
Ike:  I'll help you with that, Reyson.
Reyson:  I told you not to treat me spec-
Ike:  And I need you to help me, too.
Reyson:  ...R-really?
Ike:  We each possess unique powers.  If we combine our might, it will lead to
victory in future battles.
Reyson:  I see...  Very well.  I appreciate your help.
Ike:  Hang in there, Reyson.  The end is in sight.

Reyson/Tormod

Support C

Tormod: Mighty prince of the heron clan!
Reyson: Yes, I am Reyson. Who are you?
Tormod: I'm Tormod. I was hoping to ask you something.
Reyson: I apologize-you caught me off guard.  What do you require?
Tormod: That song of yours...does it work on everything?
Reyson: You mean the chant?
Tormod: Yes, whatever it was that made that drab forest bloom with color.
Reyson: You speak of the galdr, the seid magic. What of it?
Tormod: Would you please sing it for all of us?
Reyson: All of you?
Tormod: Yes... For my laguz friends back in Grann Desert.
Reyson: So you're the leader of the laguz liberation force.  But you're...not
much older than a child.
Tormod: Do you have a problem with that?
Reyson: No problem at all.  It's just...ever since I heard whispers of a beorc
fighting to free the Begnion slaves, I wondered what manner of man he was.
You're...different than I had envisioned.
Tormod: So I'm young?  So what!  It doesn't make what I'm doing any less
important.  So...are you going to help us or not?
Reyson: I'll gladly lend whatever support I can give you, but...  What would
you have me do?
Tormod: I knew you'd come through!  Hmm, let's see...  Oh, wait...
Reyson: What is it?
Tormod: I'm not quite ready, yet.  The time isn't right.  I'd like to talk to
you about it in more detail, so please allow me to come back later when I have
more time!  See you later!
Reyson: Beorc children are so restless.

Support B

Tormod: Hello there, great prince of the heron!
Reyson: Please call me Reyson.
Tormod: Are you sure? All right, Reyson it is. Can you spare a moment?
Reyson: Certainly.  This is about chanting for your laguz friends, isn't it?
Tormod: That's right!  You remembered!
Reyson: Why don't you tell me more about what you have in mind?
Tormod: Well, I was hoping you would...you know... use your magic chant to
transform all that sand into soil.
Reyson: Sand into soil?
Tormod: Exactly! Rich, fertile soil that will yield a bountiful harvest.  We'll
build our village there.
Reyson: That is...utterly absurd!
Tormod: Hmmm, he sure stormed off in a huff.  For someone that has such
kind-looking eyes, he sure has a short temper.

Support A

Tormod:  Please, Reyson!  You've got to help!
Reyson: ...
Tormod:  I know you can do it!  I'm...begging you.
Reyson:  I'm sorry.  I can't.
Tormod:  Is it because we're poor?  Is that why you won't help us?
Reyson:  Are you suggesting that I'm only willing to help the rich?!
Tormod:  No...I mean...  It was just incredible how you forgave the apostle
like that and breathed new life back into the forest.
Reyson:  That was only possible under very special circumstances.
Tormod:  Why?  I don't get it.
Reyson:  It was Serenes Forest.  For my people, there is no more sacred a
place.  And the galdr I chanted was a part of an ancient clan ritual performed
on a very holy altar.  Most importantly, my seid magic succeeded because Leanne
was by my side.  That galdr holds little force when I chant it alone.
Tormod:  Then all we need is Leanne!
Reyson:  You're not very quick, are you?  Even if both of us chanted the galdr
until we collapsed from exhaustion, there's no way we could turn sand into
soil.  Even if the desert was a fertile valley eons ago, I don't have the power
to restore it.  Have I made myself clear?
Tormod:  Hmmpph...
Reyson:  What need do you have for such magic?  Ike has told me that you are
now under the protection of the apostle.
Tormod:  The apostle said she would do something about the slavery of the
laguz.  But the laguz still live among the beorc.  It's bound to cause hard
feelings.  Think about it.  Even if the apostle frees the laguz, the average
beorc will still loathe them.  I just don't want to see my friends live under a
cloud of hatred, fearing for their lives.
Reyson:  Beorc and laguz living in harmony?  It's hard to imagine that.
Tormod:  That's why I wanted you to do something about the desert.  If I could
build a village for the laguz there, they'd be able to get a fresh start.
Reyson:  This may be a long way off, but if Serenes Forest returns to our
control, would you like to come live with us there?
Tormod:  Are you sure!?
Reyson:  Of course.
Tormod:  This is...unbelievable news!  Everyone will be ecstatic!
Reyson:  You should know that hunting animals for food is forbidden in the
sacred forest.
Tormod:  It is?  Then how will we eat?
Reyson:  Fresh stream water is plentiful, and there are more than enough nuts
and berries.
Tormod:  But many of my friends are from the great beast tribes-they eat meat!
Reyson:  They'll have to get used to it.
Tormod: I will talk to everyone.  But they might decide the desert is fine with
them.  They do love eating meat!

Reyson/Tanith

Support C

Tanith:  Do you have a moment, Prince Reyson?
Reyson:  Oh, you're the apostle's...
Tanith:  Yes, Your Highness.  My name is Tanith, and I lead Begnion's holy
guard of pegasus knights.
Reyson:  What brings you here?
Tanith:  I wanted to let you know that the apostle has ordered me to keep you
safe.  She is quite sincere in here desire to help.
Reyson:  She seeks redemption for what happened all those years ago, does she?
I have no need for bodyguards.  I can protect myself.
Tanith:  I mean no disrespect, Your Highness, but even the youngest child in
Begnion knows the heron clan abhors fighting.  If you refuse to fight, how will
you protect yourself?
Reyson:  That is my own concern.  Not yours.
Tanith:  I beg to differ.  I am under imperial orders.  I cannot abandon my
duty, and so your safety is very much my concern.
Reyson:  Your beorc orders do not affect me.  I have wasted enough time with
you.  Now excuse me.
Tanith:  His body seems so frail, but his will is strong.  He's not going to
make it easy for me to protect him.  What am I to do?

Support B

Tanith:  Your Highness.
Reyson:  Tanith.
Tanith:  It looks like you've healed quite nicely from that wound you sustained
in our last battle.
Reyson:  ...
Tanith:  I don't mean to sound disrespectful, Your Highness, but I feel it's
reckless for you to join us on the battlefield.  Several soldiers from my
retinue have complained that, when they try to protect you, you charge headlong
into danger.  Please, stay out of harm's way and allow us to guard you.  Your
behavior endangers us all.
Reyson:  I will remain on the battlefield until Commander Ike tells me he no
longer has need of my powers.  No one else may command me.
Tanith:  But, Your Highness--!
Reyson:  That having been said, I appreciate your concern.  But again, I need
no bodyguards.  Now stop following me!
Tanith:  ...If it weren't for that imperial order, he'd need a bodyguard to
protect him from ME.

Support A

Tanith:  Your Highness.  I owe you my thanks.  Your songs saved my life the
other day.
Reyson:  I am glad you are safe.  I have never seen your pegasus balk before an
enemy.  She usually moves so swiftly.
Tanith:  We've been fighting so hard lately.  I think she must have been
exhausted.  She didn't want to let me down...  If you had not sung your galdr
then...  I don't like to think what could have happened--to her or to me.
Again, I thank you, Your Highness.
Reyson:  Do you still think I am of no value because I do not fight?
Tanith:  No, Your Highness.  I hadn't realized how valuable you could be.  I
was arrogant, and I was wrong.  To think I'd intended to protect you, and yet
you wound up saving me.  I have dishonored Begnion.
Reyson:  It does not matter.  As long as you understand that I need no
protection.
Tanith:  No, it matters quite a bit.  I'm in over my head.  I cannot remain
here, not after this humiliation.  I return at once to Begnion.  There, I shall
await the judgment of the apostle.
Reyson:  You jest!  It was a minor tactical error.  You needn't abandon us for--
Tanith:  No...  Dishonorable discharge is the only path left for me...  The
apostle charged me with a task, and I have failed her.
Reyson:  If you will not listen to reason, then I see only one recourse.  I
appoint you as my escort.  You have fulfilled your apostle's orders.
Tanith: But, Your Highness.  I have already seen that I will be nothing but a
burden to you.  How can I protect you?
Reyson:  I will protect you.  We will protect one another.  Remain here, and
fulfill your duty.
Tanith:  Your Highness, I would be pleased to accept your appointment.  I have
misjudged you once.  I swear I shall not do it again.


JANAFF:

Janaff/Oscar

Support C

Oscar: Um... Hi there.
Janaff: Yes?
Oscar: Hello! ...Um... Nice weather today!
Janaff: Can I help you with something?
Oscar: No, not really.  I'm just...
Janaff: So, you want nothing from me then?  What an odd fellow.  Well then,
I'll be going.  I don't get these beorc at all.
Oscar: Dangit, Oscar!  You messed that up!  Stupid!  Stupid!  Aw, how am I
supposed to do this?!  I've never dealt with these bird tribes before...  But
we're allies!  We have to learn to communicate with each other...  I'll do it
right next time!

Support B

Oscar: Uh...hey there.
Janaff: Yes?
Oscar: We meet again!  Ha ha!  Haaa...  Uh...sorry about the other day.  I
don't have much...experience talking to laguz, so...  Hey, is there anything
you don't understand about our company?!  Maybe I can help!
Janaff:  No, not particularly.  Why?
Oscar:  Well, I just thought... I mean, I have a young brother that's about
your age...  ...Come on, Oscar, get it together...  Um...  Wow, you laguz are
just so incredible!  I mean, even a small kid like yourself can fight so-
Janaff: Did you just call me a child?!
Oscar: W-what's wrong?
Janaff:  See here!  I'm not a child!  I'm over 100 years old!
Oscar:  Wha...?  A hundred...years...?
Janaff: I don't know how old you are, but no one calls me a child to my face
and lives to tell about it!  Don't you EVER call me that again!  Got it, human!?
Oscar:  Oh yeah, got it!  Totally!  Look, I'm really...  Darn it, Oscar!
Stupid!  So stupid!  Now you've really ticked him off!  Man, what was I
thinking?  Now I have to go apologize.  Again!  Probably screw that up, too...
Aaargh!  So stupid!

Support A

Oscar:  Uuuummm...
Janaff:  Yes?  Oh.  You.
Oscar:  Look, I'm really, really sorry about what I said the other day.  Please
forgive my ignorance.
Janaff:  Ha!  Well...I guess it's all right.  As long as you don't do it again.
By the way, how are you?  I can never tell with you beorc.
Oscar:  I'm twenty-four.
Janaff:  Twenty-four!?  TWENTY-FOUR?!  You don't even have a full set of
feathers yet!  You're still a child!  A suckling babe!  I can't believe that
the beorc send children out to battle!  How can you be so cold and heartless?!
Oscar:  Uh...well-
Janaff:  What's your name, little one?
Oscar:  O-Oscar?
Janaff:  Janaff.  But you can call me Uncle Janny.  No wonder you said such
rude things.  Heck, I'm surprised you can even talk!
Oscar:  Yeah, it's...um...surprising all right.  I'm pretty bright for my age.
Janaff:  Well, it's the duty of an elder to guide an ignorant child until he
can fly.  I forgive your rude remarks.  If you ever need anything, come find
me.  If you have a bad nightmare or something, Unkie Janny will tuck you in.
All right?
Oscar:  Y-yes.  Of course.  Thank you.  That'll be...a real help.

Janaff/Shinon

Support C

Janaff:  Ho!  You there!  Halt!
Shinon:  ...
Janaff:  Hey, did you hear me?  I said halt!
Shinon:  Who are you?
Janaff:  I'll ask the questions, thanks.  Hmmm...  I haven't seen your face
around here before.  Are you a new recruit?  State your name and unit.
Shinon:  I don't have time to answer questions from ignorant half-breeds.
Janaff:  W-what?  What did you call me!?  Hey!  I'm talking to you, jerk!
Shinon:  Say that again...  Go ahead.  It'll be the last thing you ever say.
Janaff:  I'm not afraid of you, human!  Crossing me is the worst decision
you'll ever make.
Shinon:  ...
Janaff:  ...
Shinon:  You're lucky, half-breed.  I'll let you go this time.
Janaff:  Pah!  It's me who's letting you go.  And don't forget it, human!

Support B

Shinon:  Oh, look, it's the half-breed birdbrain.  What a pleasant surprise.
Peck anyone lately?
Janaff:  Don't start with me, you human jerk.
Shinon:  I hear you're a bodyguard for the king of Phoenicis.  Not a bad gig...
considering how scrawny you are.
Janaff:  I hear you knew Greil for ages.  They say he betrayed his men and
aided Daein before fleeing to Crimea.
Shinon:  Are you calling him a traitor?!  Dastard!  You'll die for that!  No...
I'm not going to do this.  I'm a true mercenary.  I'm won't give you the
satisfaction of a free fight.
Janaff:  ...I don't get you, human.  You have no clan and no master...  What
are you fighting for?
Shinon:  I fight to live.  That's all.  Doesn't everyone?  It's not like people
kill each other for fun.
Janaff:  You don't?
Shinon:  What?
Janaff:  You don't kill for fun?  You don't enjoy it?
Shinon:  No.  Why, do you?
Janaff:  I thought you humans...liked to kill.  That's why you make weapons.
Why you hunt animals for sport.
Shinon:  Ha!  We make weapons to protect ourselves from you half-breeds!  Only
wealthy bluestockings with too much time on their hands hunt for sport!
Janaff:  ...
Shinon:  Man, what an idiot...
Janaff:  Wait!  I have more questions!  Rrrr!  Human jerk!

Support A

Janaff: Oh.  There you are.
Shinon:  ...
Janaff:  Shinon, right?  Do you have moment?
Shinon:  Huh?  Oh, it's the half-breed birdbrain!  Life is full of surprises,
and not all of them are the good kind.
Janaff:  Don't lash out at me, you huma...  Er...  I'm sorry about the other
day.
Shinon:  Y-you're what?
Janaff:  I misunderstood the beorc.  I thought all beorc liked killing, and
that we could never learn to live with one another.
Shinon:  Why did you join Ike's army if you feel that way?  Did the king order
it?
Janaff:  No.  The relationship with our king is not one-sided like that.  If we
do not deem the king's orders to be right and just, we will not obey them.
Shinon:  Then why did you join?
Janaff:  Commander Ike saved one of my friends in Serenes.  Though my first
duty is always as Prince Reyson's bodyguard, I also hope to return the favor.
I trust the commander. I...like him.
Shinon:  Ha!  At least someone does.
Janaff:  Hm?
Shinon:  I've always hated Ike.  He gets everything handed to him and takes it
all for granted.
Janaff:  But that's not his fault, is it?  One can't decide their parentage.
Shinon:  ...Nah, I suppose it's not his fault.  But you know what?  It's my
choice to feel this way, so I'll keep doing it.
Janaff:  Heh.  You've got that right.
Shinon:  Wait, wait.  Why am I talking about this stuff with you?
Janaff:  You know what, Shinon?  You kind of...  You remind me of me when I was
young.
Shinon:  Huh?
Janaff:  I used to be quite the daredevil before I grew into adulthood.
Nothing ever seemed to please me.
Shinon:  How old are you, anyway?
Janaff:  I'm a bit over 110 years old.
Shinon:  Wha--?!  You half-br...you guys must have a different way of counting
than us humans.
Janaff:  Don't spring, summer, fall, and winter make a year in you calendar,
too?
Shinon:  So if I'm twenty-seven, you must be at least...eighty-five years older
than me!
Janaff:  Indeed.  So give me some respect, you young pup.  If you run into
trouble in the future, come see me.  I'll give you the kind of advice that only
an elder can give.
Shinon:  Oh, hey!  Hold on!  Um...tell me more about your life.  You've seen a
lot, you know?

Janaff/Lucia

Support C

Lucia:  You must be a Phoenicis knight.
Janaff:  Eh?
Lucia:  I don't believe I've had the pleasure.  I am Lucia of Crimea, a vassal
of Princess Elincia.  I wish to tender my cordial thanks for the aid and succor
your country has granted us.  Will you accept it?
Janaff:  Uh...  Sure, why not?
Lucia: ...
Janaff:  ...I mean, um...  Thanks for your courtesy.  I'm Janaff.  I am here at
the command of our king.  So if you really want to thank someone, you should
thank our king.
Lucia:  Very well.  Although telling him in person would give me much pleasure,
such luxuries are not feasible under the circumstances.  Please give my regards
to King Tibarn.  Long life to him!  Huzzah!
Janaff:  ...All righty then...
Lucia:  What is it?
Janaff:  Well, I don't know that we need the formality.  I mean, we're fighting
in the same army, right?  Right...?  Hey, I've got a better idea!  Let's go
have a wild night on the town to fortify our new friendship!  I'm buying!
Lucia:  Oh, I could not.  My father would not approve of me going out without a
chaperon.
Janaff:  What?  Such a shame!  You look like a gorgeous woman, but you're still
a child?  I can never tell how old you beorcs are!
Lucia: ...

Support B

Janaff:  My homeland of Phoenixis is bordered by the South Sea.  It's a
wonderful place to live.  There aren't that many of us, and everyone gets
along...  I've seen many countries with my own eyes, but Phoenicis is the best!
Lucia:  Did Phoenicis have diplomatic relations with other countries?
Janaff:  No, we don't associate with the others.  We used to be allied with
Serenes... until those cursed humans destroyed it.  And Kilvas is ruled by a
cunning and heartless king.  We have no trust for him.
Lucia:  Did you ever associate with beorc countries?
Janaff:  Ha!  That'll never happen!  After the slaughter of Serenes, the beorc
became our enemy.
Lucia:  I do not blame you for your anger..  But as I have said, Crimea wishes
to establish diplomatic relations with you.  Our late king advocated friendship
with the laguz, and enjoyed a good rapport with King Caineghis of Gallia.
Janaff:  So I hear.  Look, most Phoenicians would be perfectly happy living
their entire lives without outside contact...  But I suppose a friendship with
Crimea is possible.  If our king so decides.
Lucia:  And what do you think?
Janaff:  What do I think?  Huh...  I used to loathe huma...beorc.  Even hearing
the word made me angry.  But...  Now I think friendship is possible.  That's
all because I met you.
Lucia:  Oh...  Well... Thank you.  I am glad to be of assistance.

Support A

Lucia:  In Crimea, we dream of peace for all people.  Friendship that
transcends nation, creed, and race.  Beorc and laguz, living in harmony.
Janaff:  Transcending race, huh?  Crimea is an odd country.  I heard you even
let laguz live within your borders!
Lucia:  Yes, due to our bond with King Caineghis.  And now, Princess Elincia
hopes to establish such alliances with other laguz nations.
Janaff:  It's a pretty thought.  But do you think that a friendship which
transcends nation, creed, and race will come so easily?
Lucia:  It will not be easy, but it can be-
Janaff:  For example.  You know that Phoenicis and Begnion used to be bitter
enemies, right?
Lucia:  Yes, I know.
Janaff:  The apostle finally recognized the Serenes massacre, but who knows how
long it'll take that news to spread over the country?  Before that happens,
there could be more fighting.  War might erupt anew.  If so, whose side will
you choose?
Lucia:  I would-
Janaff:  It'll be Begnion.  Come on!  Am I wrong?  And in the eyes of
Phoenicis, Crimea is nothing more than a Begnion colony.  Which means I'll
fight against you.
Lucia:  Princess Elincia would do everything in her power to avoid such a war.
However, I am her loyal vassal.  In the event of conflict, my path is clear.
Janaff:  Same here. The king's ally is my ally.  And the king's enemy...  But
if I can help it, I'd rather not fight a good-looking woman like you!  Dinner
would be much more enjoyable.
Lucia:  I agree, Janaff.  When this war is over and Crimea rebuilt...let's meet
again.  Not as enemies, but as friends.
Janaff:  I hope you'll be old enough to go out without a chaperon by then!
Lucia:  I hope so as well.

ULKI:

Ulki/Boyd

Support C

Boyd:  Hey, there's the big hawk laguz that joined our party.  What's his name
again?
Ulki:  ...
Boyd:  Oh!  Hey there.
Ulki:  Can I help you?
Boyd:  Huh?
Ulki:  I thought you called me.  Is that not the case?
Boyd:  Wha--?  Are you talking about what I just said?  You heard that?
Ulki:  Clearly.
Boyd:  Th-that's incredible!  I was just mumbling, and you were all the way
over there!
Ulki:  So.  What do you want from me?
Boyd:  Nothing.  I was just noticing your features.  You have such an
interesting face!
Ulki:  ...  Do you have a problem with my face?  There's nothing special about
it.
Boyd:  No, no problem!  It's so tough!  Manly!  It's the best!  I wish it was
my face!  Um...
Ulki:  ...
Boyd:  ...
Ulki:  Well, you seem...healthy.  And you have good hair.  For a beorc.  I also
like your large arms.
Boyd:  Really?
Ulki:  Oh, I have an errand to run.  Good-bye.
Boyd:  Yeah, my arms are pretty tough, huh?  You know what?  I bet I'll get
along with these laguz just fine!  Yeah.

Support B

Boyd:  Hey, it's you!  What's up, my hawk brother?
Ulki:  Oh, it's the...large-armed beorc.  I...um...haven't seen you lately.
Unless we're in battle.
Boyd:  You got that right!  Oh, I'm Boyd.  We're buddies now, so you can call
me by name.
Ulki:  Very well.  I am Ulki.  But I ask you call me that name instead
of...hawk brother.
Boyd:  Yeah, sure.  Whatever you want.  So, Ulki.  What are you doing in a
place like this?
Ulki:  I was listening to the little birds chirp.  The song soothes me.
Boyd:  Really?  ...  Nope.  I can't hear anything.  You must have really good
ears.
Ulki:  Mmm...
Boyd:  You know, I really envy you bird tribes.  Being able to fly is the
greatest thing ever!  You're something else in a fight, too!  I can't believe
how you tear through guys.  Oh, and it's weird how much we look alike!  I mean,
when you're not shifted.  And except for the wings and stuff...
Ulki:  ...
Boyd:  Oh, hey, sorry.  I'm doing all the talking.  Sometimes I just start
rambling on...  If I'm bothering you, just say so.
Ulki:  ...Sorry...
Boyd:  What's wrong?
Ulki:  I am...the worst.
Boyd:  Huh?  Hey!  What's gotten into you?

Support A

Boyd:  There you are!  Wait a sec, Ulki!
Ulki:  ...
Boyd:  Why are you avoiding me?  Did I make you mad or something?
Ulki:  Boyd...
Boyd:  I thought we were friends.  I guess we can't be friends because I'm a
beorc.  Is that it?
Ulki:  No...  You are...good.  It's me, I'm the worst.
Boyd:  You called yourself that the other day, too.  What are you getting at?
Ulki:  Mmm...  When you first spoke to me...  I was suspicious.  When a beorc
like you sepaks to a laguz like me...  I thought you were plotting something.
Boyd:  Er...  But you said nice things about me when we first met!  Were you
lying?
Ulki:  I thought the exchanging of lies upon a first meeting was a beorc
tradition.  You also gave me a series of flattering compliments that were not
true, no?
Boyd:  No, they were true!  Well, mostly...  Look I was nervous!  I'm not that
godd at talking to new people.
Ulki:  I checked you out when we parted company.  I investigated your name.
Your background.  I checked everything.
Boyd:  Yowza!  Really?  So what did you find?
Ulki:  Boyd of the Greil Mercenaries.  You are a skilled fighter who says
what's on his mind.  It is just as you seemed.
Boyd:  ...
Ulki:  Even though you showed me goodwill from the very beginning...  I had no
trust in you.  I thought you were...mocking me.  Or setting me up for a trap.
That's why I am the worst, I am not worthy of being your friend.
Boyd:  Ha ha ha!
Ulki:  What is it?
Boyd:  We're so alike!  At first, I was sure that you would hate me, or claw
out my eyes, or...something.  I didn't think I could just hang out with you
like Ike does.  He's just so darn natural about everything!  But then I
happened to talk to you, and it was really easy!  That made me pretty happy.
So after that, I tried to get to know you, I even followed you around the
battlefield.
Ulki:  I see.
Boyd:  Look, beorc can be a bunch of jerks.  I don't blame you for checking me
out.  Heck, I know what we did to your people.  But now it's gotta stop.  Now
that you know I'm clean, you have to stop putting up walls.  We'll never
understand each other if you're like that.  So tell me straight, yes or no?
Are we friends or what, Ulki?
Ulki:  Yes, I'm sorry, Boyd.  If you can forgive me, I want to be your friend.
Boyd:  Forgive you?  Pah!  I wasn't even mad!  I was going to be your friend
from the very beginning!

Ulki/Rhys

Support C

Rhys:  Um...  H-hello!  Hello there!
Ulki:  Mmm?
Rhys:  Er...  I'm...  I'm sorry!  I didn't mean to make you mad!  I justed
wanted to talk to--
Ulki:  I'm not mad.  Can I help you with something?
Rhys:  Ooh!  Oooooh!  I'm so glad!  I'm Rhys!  N-nice to meet you!
Ulki:  Er...hello.  I am Ulki.
Rhys:  Er...  Well...  Say, you can really fly with those wings, huh?!  I saw
you turn into a hawk before...  It was amazing!  I envy you!
Ulki:  Mrrr?
Rhys:  Oh, sorry...  That probably sounds weird.  I've always been sickly.
When I was little, I spent a lot of time in bed.  So...  I used to gaze out the
window and see all the little birds flying around the sky...  It must be
fanatastic!  Flying wherever you want, whenever you want?!
Ulki:  Um...  Fanatastic.  Yes.  I suppose.  I never thought of it.
Rhys:  Oh, I don't blame you!  After all, you've been flying since you were
born...  Soaring through the skies like a puffy cloud!
Ulki:  Mmm?  Clouds do not soar...  I am confused.

Support B

Rhys:  Ulki!
Ulki:  Oh, the sickly beorc.  Hello.
Rhys:  I had the honor of seeing you battle the other day!  Your 360 degree
loops were extraordinary!
Ulki:  ...I did a loop?
Rhys:  And right after that, you circled many times and then dived at that
soldier...  BLAM!!  Hee hee!  Oh, you're something else!
Ulki:  Well...  I suppose...
Rhys:  Oh, how I wish I could soar through the air like that!
Ulki:  Er, yes.  You mentioned that.
Rhys:  On sunny days.  I'd take to the skies and land on a hgh mountain peak,
then gaze down on the vilaages below...  Oh, just thinking about it makes me so
happy!  Ahhhhh...  Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh...
Ulki:  Er...yes.  I suppose...  Flying could help you take care of injured
people.
Rhys:  Hey, that's a great thought!  I could just zoom right over and treat the
victim!  I'd love to do it!
Ulki:  Hmm...  Well...  Do you want to...  give it a try?
Rhys:  Huh!?  But h-how!?  I don't have wings or anything...  Oh, wait...  Are
you serious?!
Ulki: ...

Support A

Rhys:  Ulki!  Oh, my dear friend Ulki!  I'm so looking forward to the next
battle!  I mean, fighting is terrifying and I'd like to avoid it and all
that...  But I'm going to be so useful!
Ulki:  I'm glad to hear--
Rhys:  But I have to hang on to your back!  No matter what...  Oh, may I
practice with you just one more time?  Please?  Pleeeeease?
Ulki:  Er...  No.  I can't use up any more energy before battle...
Rhys:  Oh, I see...  I apologize...  Yes, very sorry...  Um...  Say...  Does
shifting tire you?
Ulki:  Yes.
Rhys:  What!?  Oh no!  But...  You let me practice with you!  For days!
Yesterday we flew for nine hours!
Ulki:  Well...  It was my fault for not saying anything.  You looked so happy
that...  I didn't have a chance to bring it up.
Rhys:  You know what?  I think you're pale...  And your eyes are all
bloodshot...  ...  I'm sorry...  Let's just forget it...
Ulki:   Perhaps we should.  It might be dangerous for me to go into battle like
this.
Rhys:  I agree...
Ulki:  But...if we ever have some free time, I will take you on a ride.
Rhys:  Whooo-hoooo!  Yes, thank you!  That would be great, Ulki!!

Ulki/Mordecai

Support C

Mordecai:  I have a question, Ulki.
Ulki:  Yes?  What is it?
Mordecai:  The bird tribes fly the sky.  How does it feel to fly?
Ulki:  Huh...  I never think about it.  It's just something that I do.
Mordecai:  Hrrrrmm...  I see.  It is for you like running is for me.  I have
never flown.  I wanted to know if it was different.
Ulki:  That's what I figured...
Mordecai:  What kind of place is your home?  Do you have to fly there?
Ulki:  Well...  Even if you were to arrive by ship, Phoenicis has no ports and
no docks.  We have no need for them.  Without our help, it would be hard for
you to visit Phoenicis.
Mordecai:  I see...  That is a shame.
Ulki:  Do you want to come to Phoenicis?
Mordecai:  I do indeed!  I have met many beorc and laguz throughout this war.
Our world is big, and I would see more of it.
Ulki:  You would, huh?

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Ulki:  Mordecai...
Mordecai:  Is something troubling you, Ulki?
Ulki:  I want to ask you something.
Mordecai:  Hm?  What is it?
Ulki:  I understand you beast tribes can see well even at night.  With the
exception of Janaff, my kind cannot see at all at night.  Even with my eyes
wide open, all I can see is the darkness.
Mordecai:  In perfect darkness, I cannot see.  If there is but a little light,
however, I can see as clearly as the day.  I use the moonlight, as should you.
Ulki:  I wish I could, but that is exactly what I mean.  Your kind can see by
moonlight, but the bird clans...
Mordecai:  They cannot?
Ulki:  I long to soar in the sky, looking down upon the moonlit world...  I
would love to see the forest at night.  What do the trees look like as night
falls?  Why are there dewdrops on the leaves in the morning when there's no
rain?  The forest at night has so many mysteries.  What light can you shed on
them?
Mordecai:  During the day, the forest teems with life.  It is very different
from the night forest.  But the night forest is also alive in its way.
Ulki:  Is that so?  I would love to see that, even once.

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Mordecai:  I have an idea, Ulki.
Ulki:  What is it?
Mordecai:  Janaff is your king's eyes.  I will be yours.  Carry me on your
back.  You will help me fly, and I will show you the night forest.
Ulki:  ...No, you'd be too heavy.  I can't carry you.
Mordecai:  Hrrrm...  I see.  I am sorry to trouble you.  I can see at night,
and you can fly in the sky.  I thought it was a good idea...
Ulki:  ...
Mordecai:  It was a foolish thought.
Ulki:  No, it was very kind.  Well, what if...  Yes, suppose I grow stronger,
and you, well, lost some weight...  Then we could give your idea a try.
Mordecai:  I will!  Then, you can take me to Phoenicis, and I will see your
home!  I will do what you have asked!  Except...I must lose some weight.  I do
not like that.  I like to eat...  No!  It will be worth not eating!  I will see
Phoenicis!
Ulki:  ...Uh...  It was just a thought.  Let's not go overboard here...

CALILL:

Calill/Nephenee

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Calill: Hm?  Hey, you there!  Hold on!
Nephenee: ...?
Calill: Why is a pretty girl like you covering her face with an unfashionable
helmet like that?  The world should see your beauty!  It's a travesty, I tell
you!  A veritable crime against nature!  Oh, and where is your makeup?
Nephenee: Well, I ain't really...a makeup kind of gal.
Calill: ...Ain't?  Where are you from, missy?
Nephenee: I'm from...around.
Calill: Such an unsociable girl!  Well, you can't fool Calill!  I know why
you're not much of a talker.  You're embarrassed about your country accent and
low speech, are you not?
Nephenee: H-how do you...
Calill: How do I know that?  Well, I used to have a...friend with same problem
Nephenee: You?  But you're from the city!  And you're so-
Calill: Elegant?  Yes, indeed.  Quite so.  Oh, but I have an absolutely
splendid idea...  I'll teach you to talk like a true lady!  Having a rube like
you around will just make me miss the city, anyway.  I'll even show you how to
put on makeup!
Nephenee:  I... I ain't-
Calill: Tsk!  A lady never says such things!  I can see this will be a bit of
work...  Well, you leave everything to me, missy!
Nephenee: ...

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Calill:  Oh, hello again!  How are you?  Have you been studying your grammar?
Hmm...  Let's check your makeup.
Nephenee: Calill-
Calill:  Shush!  Now look up... Higher!  Hmm...  Not bad.  A little light
perhaps...  But this helmet has got to go!
Nephenee:  Aw, that's all right.  Everyone'll stare if I take it off.
Calill:  Why, my dear missy!  Are you finally starting to believe in your own
beauty?
Nephenee:  Oh, I ain't-
Calill:  Tsk!  True ladies don't say "ain't"!  And it's a dastardly lie,
anyway.  Look at you!  You're gorgeous!  A splendid face, plus that fantastic
figure, and yet you hide it under armor?  Oooh!  I'm so jealous I could scream!
Nephenee:  But I ain--  I mean, I can't hold my head up like you.  I'm just a
country girl.
Calill:  Yes, it seems like a burden to always worry about how others see you.
But I'll tell you a secret...  People in the city are cold!  They don't care
about anyone but themselves!
Nephenee:  Not you, Calill!  You're kind.
Calill:  Me?  Oh.  Hm... I guess I am.  Well, perhaps not everyone from the
city is so cold...  Don't you give up, Nephenee!  Trust me!  You have charm!
You'll be the talk of the society pages in no time!
Nephenee:  Thank you.

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Calill: Oh?  What's in the bag?  Did you run an errand, Nephenee?
Nephenee:  I saw some beedle nuts on the trees near here so...
Calill:  Oh, I see.  And what, pray tell, is a beedle nut?
Nephenee:  Oh, they're swell!  We use the oil on the shell to treat insect
bites.
Calill:  Oh?  I had no idea there was such a thing.  We don't have such trees
in the city...  My, country wisdom is amazing!  Oh, but listen to me ramble!
May I sample one of your nuts?
Nephenee:  Well, sure but...  Oh, be careful, Calill!  The shell is real
sticky!  Don't touch it with your bare hands.
Calill:  Ah, I see.  But perhaps if I hold the top and bottom edges of the
shell like so...  The oil won't contact my skin.
Nephenee:  W-what?  How did you...?
Calill:  Mmm...  Delicious!
Nephenee:  You're not from the city at all!
Calill:  Shush!  You didn't see anything!  I'm a sophisticated urbanite, right?
Nephenee: ...
Calill:  What?  Surprised?  Oh, come now.  You're not the only one who doesn't
want to be known as a country bumpkin.  That's why I know how you feel.
Nephenee:  Oh... But...now I know that I can be like you if I work hard.  That
makes me happy.  I will... I will work hard, Calill.
Calill:  Hallelujah!  She sees the light!  Now you just have to find a good man
to bring back to your village!

Calill/Tormod

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Tormod: Excuse me, ma'am?
Calill: ...
Tormod: Um... Excuse me, Calill?
Calill: Hmph!  I won't answer unless you call me...  A lady.  A pretty lady!
Tormod: Nuts to that!
Calill: Well then, you can just forget it.  I won't waste my time teaching
magic to a brat like you.
Tormod: Hey, pretty lady!  Beautiful lady?  Would you please teach me magic?
Calill: What a selfish brat!  What about the spells I taught you last week?  I
won't teach you anything new until you've mastered those.
Tormod: Those?  Pshaw!  I aced them!  Heck, I aced everything in this book!
I'm a magic genius!
Calill: Boastfulness does not become you, dear.  And your brash tongue won't
make me teach you any faster.
Tormod: Yeah?  I'll show you!  Um... I mean...  Can you make sure I 'm doing
them right?  Please?  Pretty lady?
Calill: Fine, fine.  Show me what you can do.  Sigh... So much work and so
little time...

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Calill:  Oh, my heavens!  Tormod!  Aaaah!  Enough!  That's enough!  We're done
for today.
Tormod:  Oh, come on!  Teach me more magic!  I won't catch the drapes on fire
again, I promise!
Calill:  No way!  By the goddess, I'll be lucky to get out of here with my
eyebrows still affixed to my forehead.
Tormod:  But I can do better!  I know it!  I already learned fire, thunder, and
wind!
Calill:  Yes, yes, I'll admit that you're a quick learner.  And, truth be told,
you have a lot of raw talent.
Tormod:  Yeah, I knew it!
Calill:  But you lack discipline!  You're impatient.  And rash.  You can learn
new spells all day, but you won't truly master any of them until you know each
one intimately.
Tormod:  You're just mad because I'm more talented than you!  You don't want me
to learn anything because you know I'm the best!
Calill:  Oh, why did I ever agree to this...  Now listen here, child.  And
listen well.  If you keep up this half-baked spell casting, you're going to
have a serious accident someday.
Tormod: An accident?
Calill:  Magic doesn't react well when miscast.  I've seen fingers get blown
off...  And you'll be lucky if it's just a finger!  Sometimes it's an arm or a
leg...  And in really unfortunate cases, it can take a life!
Tormod:  Heck!  I'm not afraid!
Calill:  I didn't say YOUR fingers or YOUR life!
Tormod:  What? You?
Calill: Me, Commander Ike, anyone!  We can't afford to have you overshoot our
enemies and rain death down on us instead!
Tomrod: ...
Calill: Tormod, magic is unlike any other weapon.  It does not forgive.  If you
lose concentration...  If you hesitate...  If you fail to respect it...  People
will die. Friends...will die.
Tormod:  I'm sorry.
Calill:  Then study the basics.  After all, you don't want to be a burden to
your friends do you?
Tormod: No!

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Tormod:  Hey, pretty lady!  What do you think of my magic now?
Calill:  Hmm, let's see...
Tormod:  Yeah?
Calill:  You've worked very hard.  I have nothing more to teach you.
Tormod:  Whooo-hoo!  Now I'm a mage, too!
Calill:  Yes.  I suppose you could say that.  You have inspired me, Tormod.
Your passion makes me want to study more of the arcane arts.  I think I'll
start learning magic again.
Tormod:  What?  Are there still things that you need to learn?
Calill:  Ha ha ha!  Oh, Tormod.  I have only shown you the tip of the magical
iceberg.  Anyone can learn that much with hard work and practice.  Maybe not as
quickly as you, but...  Whether you can go further, however, depends on your
own essence.
Tormod:  My essense?
Calill:  The abilities that you were born with... or lack.  Having a certain
essence is the key to mastering magic.
Tormod:  Wh-what do you think?  Do I have a magical essence?
Calill:  Sorry, Tormod.  But you and I, we're nothing special.  Some talent,
yes.  But not the true essence.
Tormod:  Then...this is it?  This is as far as I'll go?  I can't be the world's
mightiest mage, no matter how hard I try?
Calill:  Well, there is a way to improve magical abilities beyond one's
essence, but... even that has limits.  And a price.
Tormod:  What kind of way?
Calill:  You let a spirit come into your body.  It's called Spirit Charming.
Tormod:  That sounds crazy!
Calill:  Some would say so.  Magic comes from these spirits-from their
interactions with the natural world.  If you take that power into your body,
your magic will see a dramatic and powerful improvement.  In plain language,
you turn your body into bait.  You get better magic, and the spirit gets...you.
Tormod:  W-what?  It....it EATS you?
Calill:  As I understand it...the spirit will slowly consume your soul in
exchange for essence.  So I suggest you not make such a bargain unless you're
absolutely prepared.
Tormod:  Who would do such a thing?
Calill:  Oh, there are many people...  I'm sure the intelligence officer of
this mercenary group is one of them.
Tormod:  You mean that Soren fellow?
Calill:  You know the mark on his forehead?  That's what happens when you cut a
deal with a spirit.
Tormod:  Are you serious?  Wait, I've seen those marks before!  The old man in
the desert who taught me magic had one on the palm!
Calill:  Many magic users in Begnion and Daein hide such marks.  They fear
being confused with the Branded.
Tormod:  Branded?  What's that?
Calill:  Never mind that!  Just listen to me.  Don't cut deals with spirits.
The price is too steep.
Tormod:  But I want to be strong!  I want-
Calill:  You can still improve your magic without making such a bargain.  Look,
we're both nobodies in the big scheme of things.  Let's just try to help each
other out.
Tormod:  Oh...all right.  I'll work hard to be the most average mage I can be!
Calill:  Ha ha ha!  Now you're talking!!

Calill/Geoffrey

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Calill:  Mmm...  Such a drab locale.  Not like the city at all--  Aaaaah!
Geoffrey:  Oof!  Look out!
Calill:  Ah!  My face!  My beautiful face!  No, no...  I think it's still there.
Geoffrey:  Are you all right, my lady?
Calill:  Well...  Oh my!  He called me a lady.  And such a handsome devil!
Y-yes, good sir!  Thanks to you, I appear to be unhurt.
Geoffrey:  Really?  Well, that's good.  I know that you were lost in thought,
but do try to watch your step.
Calill:  W-wait!  Just a moment!
Geoffrey:  Yes?  What is it?
Calill:  I'm...  My name is Calill.  What is your name, gentle sir?
Geoffrey:  I am Geoffrey.
Calill:  Geoffrey...  Such a nice name.  A fine gent like Geoffrey is just
right for me!  Oh... Love always comes when you least expect it.  Sweet Sir
Geoffrey!  You will be mine!

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Calill:  Oh, there you are, Sir Geoffrey!  You look especially rugged and
dashing today!
Geoffrey:  Hm?  Oh, hello, Calill.  How are you?
Calill:  Hmm!  How nice!  You remember me...  Perhaps love dares to speak its
name!
Geoffrey:  Eh?  What are you talking about?
Calill:  No, no, I'm just talking to myself.  Say, you're a knight escorting
the princess of Crimea, no?  It's such an honor to meet someone like you!  Such
a noble bearing!  Such grace!
Geoffrey:  Um...it's actually not a big deal.  You and I are on the same team,
after all.  We shouldn't worry about class or social standing.
Calill:  Oh!  He's even more debonair than I first imagined!  Thank you for
being so kind.  So...decent.  So handsome and strong.  So filled with manly
virility...
Geoffrey:  Um...you're welcome?
Calill:  By the way, Sir Geoffrey.  I don't know Princess Elincia very well.
What manner of person is she?
Geoffrey:  Oh!  Are you interested in the princess?
Calill:  Of course!  I'm interested in any woman who could become my romantic
rival!
Geoffrey:  What did you just--
Calill:  Nothing!  Nothing at all!  Just talking to myself.  La da dum de
dum...  I just want to know her because she's...  a dear person we must
protect!  Could you tell me about her?
Geoffrey:  I can.  Although...putting it into words is hard...
Calill:  Why is that?
Geoffrey:  The words always sound false, yet...  Hmm...  The princess is like--
Calill:  Yes?  Yes?!
Geoffrey:  Everything about her is perfect.  As her retainer, some might accuse
me of bias, but it is not so!  She is...invaluable.  She is the treasure of
Crimea...
Calill:  Oooooh, I see how it is.  You're in love with her!  Blast!  Blast and
double blast!  I'm always so unlucky with men!  Oh, vile cupid!  Why do you
mock me!
Geoffrey:  Wait!  Wait !  Calill!  You misunderstood!  I...er...
Calill:  No, no, good sir knight!  Spare me your wicked tongue!  I cannot bear
another lashing across my heart!  ...Ah, well.  It's a shame I can't have him
for my own, but...  I enjoy a good love story all the same!  I'll lend a
helping hand to this naïve knight and lead him to his one true love!  Princess
Elincia, your man is coming!

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Calill:  Ah!  I see!
Geoffrey:  So that's why her existence was never made public.  Instead, she was
taken to the royal villa and raised in secret.
Calill:  It's a rather complicated story for a...  commoner like me to
understand.  To grow up like that...  Hidden from the eyes of the world.
Geoffrey:  I don't think the princess minded.  She grew up with the love of her
parents and Lord Renning.  She didn't have to inherit the throne.  She lived
happy and free, like a country aristocrat.
Calill:  She would probably still be happy if it weren't for that Daein attack!
Geoffrey:  ...
Calill:  Oh, I'm sorry, Sir Geoffrey.  I was careless with my words.
Geoffrey:  No, you speak the truth.
Calill:  I think your earlier story was even more fascinating, though!  I can't
believe that you are the son of Elincia's foster mother and have known Her
Highness since childhood.
Geoffrey:  Those early days were the best of my life.  Crimea was at peace, and
the whole land was filled with such beauty.  The princess was especially
beautiful...  I remember chasing her and my sister, Lucia, around the villa...
But alas!  She is above my station!  I can never have her, and yet...  I cannot
forget the past!
Calill:  Shush!  You can't wallow in your own memories like that!  You have to
live in the here and now!  It's true that times are hard.  We spend every day
fighting, covered in sweat and blood...  But there is always hope!  You must
find what...pleasures you can whenever possible.
Geoffrey:  Calill.  You are right.  I must not lose hope.  I regret my outburst.
Calill:  Oh, that's all right.  Actually, I prefer a man who's a couple links
short of a full chain.  Makes him more interesting.
Geoffrey:  Thank you.  For now, I will devote myself to rebuilding Crimea.
Though I think fondly on the princess, I know that our time together will never
be as it once was.  To serve her for life and watch her happiness from a
distance...  I can live with that.
Calill:  Or you could just elope!  Kidding!  I'm kidding.  Besides, you're too
straightlaced for that.  I know you.  It's a shame.  The two of you would make
a nice couple.
Geoffrey: ...  You're a good person, Miss Calill.
Calill:  Oh, I know it!  You can't just find a smart, attractive woman like
this on every corner, you know?
Geoffrey:  You are indeed a gem among stones.
Calill:  Oh, no!  Don't try to sweet talk me now!  It's far too late for such
flattery!  I know how you feel about the princess.  I wouldn't want to compete.
Geoffrey:  Mmm...  That's unfortunate.
Calill:  Ha ha ha!  Well, at least we became good friends.  Expose your heart
to me without fear, brave Sir Geoffrey!  I'll stand by you to the end.

TAURONEO:

Tauroneo/Rolf

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Tauroneo:  ...Josh?
Rolf:  Huh?
Tauroneo:  No...you can't be.  Sorry, I thought you were someone else.  What's
your name, young man?
Rolf:  Rolf.
Tauroneo:  Rolf, eh?  What's a child like you doing in a place like this?  The
battlefield is no place for children.  Why do your parents allow this?
Rolf:  I...don't have any parents.  My dad left us...and my mom died.
Tauroneo:  Oh, no...  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to drag up such a painful
memory.
Rolf:  That's all right.  This group of mercenaries is my family now.  So...  I
look like someone you know?
Tauroneo:  My...son.  Josh.  My oldest.  Josh is an adult now.  But he looked
so much like you, once.  Long ago...  I can't believe I thought you were my own
son.  I've grown old and senile.  Ha!  Foolish old man...
Rolf:  Where's Josh now?
Tauroneo:  I don't know.
Rolf:  What?
Tauroneo:  I divorced my wife, and she took the children with her. I haven't
seen them since.  That was years ago.

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Tauroneo: For generations, we made a reputation for ourselves in Daein as a
famed warrior family.  Both my father and I had the honor of serving the royal
family as field generals.  We were a proud family...
Rolf:  What happened with Josh?
Tauroneo:  I raised him to serve the Daein army, as my father raised me.  He
tried to live up to my high expectations.  He became a decorated knight at a
young age and was assigned to the palace guard.  However...
Rolf:  What happened?
Tauroneo:  He took to the field as Ashnard's personal aide.  And he came home
on a litter, grievously wounded.  He escaped death, but didn't escape his
wounds.  He'll never walk again.
Rolf:  Oh, no...
Tauroneo:  My wife nearly lost her mind.  She cried day and night, swearing
that she couldn't live if something like that were to ever happen again.  She
wanted to live in peace...with her mind at ease.  She pleaded with me to leave
the army.  But I couldn't accept her plea.  Our family house was built on
generations of proud military command.  Our ancient name as a warrior family
would not allow me to simply abandon my sworn duty.  I tried to salvage our
honor by training my younger son.  He was just a boy, really.  I wanted him to
become a Daein general.
Rolf:  You did what?!
Tauroneo:  I know...  I was a fool.  I was blinded by tradition and family
reputation.  By the time I realized my error, my wife and children had left me.
Since then...  I've been living alone in my great mansion, surrounded by
countless medals and memories...  Alone...for years...

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Tauroneo:  Ah, I was so wrong...  I wish I could apologize to my family.
Rolf:  Do you have any idea where your family is?  Any clues?  Anything?
Tauroneo:  ... I've heard my wife left Daein and went to live with relatives in
Crimea.  I suppose she is still there.
Rolf:  Then why don't you go see her!
Tauroneo:  I'm sure they don't want me to have anything to do with me.  Even if
I did find them, reappearing now would just reopen old wounds.  I don't want to
cause any more pain.
Rolf:  That's just crazy!  I mean...  I wish I could see my dad!
Tauroneo:  ...
Rolf:  I've always told my brothers that I'm all right and I'm not lonely.  But
the truth is I want to see dad.  We've got so much to talk about.
Tauroneo:  Oh, son...
Rolf:  My dad is dead.  I can't see him again.  But your boy can.  You're still
alive.
Tauroneo:  You're right.  But it is simply too late.
Rolf:  It's NOT too late!  As long as you're still alive, it's never too late.
Go on!  Go see them!  I'm sure they're waiting for you.
Tauroneo:  Maybe you're right, Rolf.  Maybe I should...

Tauroneo/Largo

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Largo:  That's strange...
Tauroneo:  ...
Largo:  Hey, Tauroneo!
Tauroneo:  Hmm?
Largo:  Don't you think this army is a little odd? I mean, heck!  It's not
every day that you see soldiers from this many countries all mixed into one
army.  I've traveled and fought in a lot of strange places, but this the first
time I've seen anything quite like this.
Tauroneo:  You're right.  There are even former Daein soldiers in this army.
There is no shortage of nationalities, to be sure.
Largo:  My favorite part about it is we get to sample all kinds of exotic
dishes.  Gwa!  I've never snacked so well in my life.
Tauroneo:  What are you holding?
Largo:  This quill?  Oh, I use it to jot down ideas so I won't forget them
later.  If I don't, I just completely forget them!  But back to food...  I've
noticed that the laguz sure like their food spicy!  And now they've started
drinking with us!  Bwaa ha ha!  That's great!  By the way, what's your drink of
choice?
Tauroneo:  Drinks?  I'm not picky.  The stronger the better!
Largo:  And flavor?
Tauroneo:  Doesn't matter.
Largo:  Bwaaaa ha ha haaaa!!  I like your answer!  I better write that down so
I don't forget.

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Tauroneo:  ...
Largo:  Ahhh...  Er...  Naaaaaahhh...
Tauroneo:  Is something wrong?
Largo:  Hmmm?  Oh, it's you.
Tauroneo:  You've done nothing but stare at that pieced of paper for hours.
Are you crazy, man?
Largo:  Oh, you have a point...  Crazy...  Craaaazy...  You may be onto
something.  I'll have to write that down.  But it'll have to wait until later.
I can't think about two things at the same time.
Tauroneo:  You can't?  Well, what are you thinking about now?
Largo:  I'm saving up the money I make here to open my own little place.  I'm
thinkin' a pub would be nice...  Is that a good idea?
Tauroneo:  A pub?  Yes, pubs are nice.  Will you make savory meat pies?  With
buttery crusts?
Largo:  Savory!  Oh, yeah.  They'll be savoriest!  They'll make your head
explode!  ...I don't want my customers dropping dead, though...  I want
everyone to be happy, Hmmm...  Hey, people like butter, right?  There'll be
free sticks of butter on every table!
Tauroneo:  That's a great dream.  Where are you going to open your place?
Largo:  Well, uh...it may not look like it, but I'm actually from Begnion.  So
I'll probably open my pub back home.  But from I hear, Crimea and Daein are
nice place, too...  This is going to be a hard choice...
Tauroneo:  ...  Do you want me to help you with pub?
Largo:  Oh, yeah!  That would be great!  Two people can think about two things
at once.  That will help for sure.  All right, so we'll have savory meat
pies...  But what about the rest of the menu?

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Largo:  Hmmm...  That's not it.  That's  no good, either...
Tauroneo:  Are you thinking about your pub again?
Largo:  Hey, Tauroneo!  Can you dish me up some more of your good advice?
Tauroneo:  Glad to.
Largo:  I'm trying to come up with a name for my pub.
Tauroneo:  What do you have so far?
Largo:  How about "Savory Pies And Stuff?"
Tauroneo:  Hmmm.  It's a bit...odd.
Largo:  Maybe you're right.  Let me think...  I want this to be a pub where
both beorc and laguz can walk on in, get a meat pie and a frosty beverage, and
be happy.  So how about we name it the "All You Beorc And Laguz Come On Down
And Get Yourself A Meat Pie Pub"!
Tauroneo:  That's a little long.
Largo:  No good, eh?  Nuts.  What am I gonna do?  I'm no good at thinking up
stuff like this.
Tauroneo:  Maybe you're trying too hard.  How about naming it after something
you think is important?
Largo:  Hey, yeah!  I'll call it "Calill."  She's always been my favorite.
Tauroneo:  Naming it after an old flame, eh?  I say go with that.  I'll be sure
to drop in for a pie and a brew when you open your place.
Largo:  You better!  I'll have your favorite drink waiting for you!  Your
favorite drink is...  Wait, I know this...  I wrote it down somewhere...  Oh,
here it is...  Strong!
Tauroneo:  Yep.
Largo:  Bwaaaa ha ha haaaa!!  Leave it to me!

RANULF:

Ranulf/Ike

Support C

Ranulf:  Hey, Ike.  Isn't it a little late to be training?
Ike:  I haven't had a chance to train today.  I try to swing a sword every day,
even if it's just for a little while.  It helps me focus and keeps me calm.
Plus it's good practice.  Haaaa!  Kyaaaaa!
Ranulf:  I see.  So your strength doesn't just come from your bloodline.  It's
also a result of your persistence.  No wonder you grow more powerful every time
I see you...  Nice.  Very nice...
Ike:  Haaaaa!  And one and...  Hiyaaaa!
Ranulf:  Oh, sorry.  I'm interrupting you.  I'll see you la-
Ike:  Wait.  What do you want?  I assume you came out here to tell me something.
Ranulf:  Not really.  I'm just being a mother cat...  No matter how many times
we tell you to take it easy, you're always working.  I thought you might take a
break if I came over and talked to you, but...  I can see that you're still
crazy.  I'll go now.
Ike:  You think I'm crazy?  How so?
Ranulf:  Well...a little crazy, yeah!  I've never worked for a leader who's as
blunt and straightforward as you.  It's pretty shocking to have a commander who
doesn't care what anyone thinks, no matter how powerful they are.
Ike:  Well, that's just my style.  I don't have to be like someone else, do I?
Ranulf:  Why are you so confident?  I don't get it.  Normal beorc just do what
people thell them and try not to make a fuss.  But not you.  I heard you even
yelled at the apostle!
Ike:  Yeah, that wasn't my brightest moment.
Ranulf:  Then again, worrying about a beorc like this is definitely not normal
laguz behavior.  I guess I'm a fish out of water myself...  Wait, did I just
call myself a fish?
Ike:  Wha--?  Ha ha!  You're a cat, remember!?  I thought you ate fish.  Ha ha
ha!
Ranulf:  Hey!  I made you laugh!  That's good.  That's a good first step.
Ike:  Fine, fine!  I'll take a break.  Um...  so what do I do now?  Am I
supposed to drink tea or something?
Ranulf:  Tea is good.  And eat something.  Oh, and maybe you should take a...
catnap!  Wha ha ha ha!

Support B

Ike:  Hey, Ranulf.
Ranulf:  Hm?  Oh, hey, Ike.  How goes it?
Ike:  Are you...training?
Ranulf:  Oh yeah!  I love training!  I'd hate to have the hardworking general
Ike leave me in his dust!
Ike:  That's a good attitude.
Ranulf:  Um...that was a joke, Ike.  I hate training.  Besides, training on two
legs would be pretty useless for a laguz like me.
Ike:  So what were you doing?  It looked like stretching.
Ranulf:  Just stretching.  You know, to unwind?
Ike:  Hm.  I was hoping that it was a kind of special laguz technique that I
didn't know about.
Ranulf:  Sorry to disappoint you, but you and I aren't that different unless I
change forms.  As you can see.
Ike:  I just need a tail.
Ranulf:  Hey, a tail is a good thing to have!  It's what gives us such great
balance in high places.  You poor beorc...  I can't imagine living without a
tail!
Ike:  Doesn't it get in your way when you sleep?
Ranulf:  On the contrary!  There's a little trick we have...
Ike:  What kind of trick?
Ranulf:  Well, we take...  Hey!  You're smooth, aren't you?  I almost fell for
that one...  Nice try, Commander!
Ike:  Huh?  I just asked you a question.
Ranulf:  Listen, Ike.  This is a secret that concerns the entire laguz species.
I can't just run around telling any old beorc that I know.
Ike:  Oh.  I understand.  I'm not that interested, anyway.
Ranulf:  Wha--?  Hey, now, come on!  You should be more persistent!  It's
really interesting!

Support A

Ranulf: !
Ike:  What's wrong, Ranulf?
Ranulf:  Aaaah!  Oh, it's you, Ike...Phew!  Don't scare me like that!
Ike:  You all right?  You've been pretty tense lately.
Ranulf:  The closer we get to the capital, the more the Daein king starts to
worry me.  Well, I suppose it's more the medallion than the man...  At any
rate, all this negative energy is making my hair stand up on end.  It's hard to
focus...
Ike:  I'm amazed at how sensitive you laguz are to such things.
Ranulf:  I'm amazed that you beorc don't notice!  How can you be so calm with
these creepy auras all around us?!
Ike:  You want me to leave you alone?
Ranulf:  Yeah, would you?  No, wait, Ike.  Hold on.  Stay here.  I'll calm
down...  Just gimme a second...  ...Whooooo!
Ike:  Better?
Ranulf:  Yeah, I'm fine now.  Although I can't believe I let a beorc see me in
such a vulnerable state.  I'll never live this down.
Ike:  Ranulf, what are you saying?  Don't you trust me?
Ranulf:  No, I do!  I do.  But...  well, not entirely.  Look, I trust you as
much as any beorc, but...  You know!  The laguz are my brothers!  It's
different.
Ike:  I trust you.
Ranulf:  And you say it with a straight face, too.  You know something?
You're...
Ike:  ...I'm what?
Ranulf:  Dumb.
Ike:  What?!
Ranulf:  If you trust everybody, you're going to get hurt in the end.  Remember
that!
Ike:  Hey, wait!  Ranulf!  Dang...  Was that friendly advice or is he just
angry?

Ranulf/Lethe

Support C

Ranulf:  Hey there, Lethe.
Lethe:  Ah, Ranulf.  Glad you could finally join us.
Ranulf:  Yes, the tide has finally turned.  How are you holding up, Lethe?  You
and Mordecai have shouldered all of the burden until now.  I'm glad I can
finally take some of the responsibility.
Lethe:  Apologies are meaningless unless they are backed up with deeds.
Ranulf:  Ha!  I see you're as friendly as ever.  By the way, have you finally
warmed up to this band of mercenaries?
Lethe:  ...In my own way.  But there is still some occasional friction.  I know
they are beasts of habit, but must they always wear so much armor?  They
overwhelm our noses with the stink of iron and make it difficult to sniff out
the enemy.
Ranulf:  Well, there's nothing you can do about that.  You could go to Ike and
ask them to fight in the buff, but you won't have much luck.
Lethe:  And their eyes are so useless!  I'm amazed the species has lived this
long.  Being blind in the dark is lethal.
Ranulf:  There's nothing they can do about that, Lethe.
Lethe:  I suppose not.  Still, they've done better than I expected.
Ranulf:  I'm glad to hear they haven't completely let you down.  You had quite
the tragic look on your face when you first learned you'd have to travel with
Ike and his merry band!
Lethe:  Pah!  Can you blame me?

Support B

Lethe:  Ranulf, are my soldiers back in Gallia training hard in my absence?
Ranulf:  Of course they are!  They're Gallian fighters! You can trust the
defense of the country to them.
Lethe:  I'm not nearly so confident.  They train hard, but they also lack
discipline.  They are often at each other's throats.
Ranulf:  Well, they're just...passionate.  Don't worry.  It'll work out in time.
Lethe:  How can you be so sure?
Ranulf:  Oh, relax.  You shouldn't be so uptight all the time.  Why don't you
relax once in a while?
Lethe:  Relaxing on the battlefield will get you killed.  So...is Lyre in your
unit now?
Ranulf:  Yes, she is.  She and her friend Kysha are giving me quite a hard time.
Lethe:  Kysha is big and strong.  You'll have your hands full if they decide to
give you trouble.  Regardless, I'd still like you to show them the ropes.
Ranulf:  So you haven't seen Lyre in a long time?
Lethe: ...
Ranulf:  I see you'd rather not discuss it.  Fine.  But you should still try to
settle your differences.  She's your only sister.
Lethe:  Mind your business.
Ranulf:  Fine, fine.  Have it your way.
Lethe:  My sister aside, I am a little worried about the unit back home.  While
you and I are here, the country is poorly defended.
Ranulf:  You may have a point.  Maybe I'll mention it to my superior officer.

Support A

Ranulf:  Hey, Lethe, about what we discussed the other day?  Plans are in the
works to bring some unit commanders back to Gallia.  It's not a done deal,
but...  I may be able to put in a word if you want to be transferred back to
Gallia.
Lethe:  Back to...  No.  I will stay here.
Ranulf:  Stay here?  Are you sure?
Lethe:  ...Er...  I wouldn't want something gruesome to happen to the humans as
soon as I left.  I think I'll stay behind.
Ranulf:  Heh...
Lethe:  What?!  What's with that smirk?!  You have something to say?!
Ranulf:  Oh, nothing.  It's just that...when you used to say "human," you'd
curl your lip in disgust.
Lethe:  Well, they are disgusting!  I can't stand them...
Ranulf:  Hah!  You always thrash your tail when you lie!  It's a dead giveaway.
Don't worry.  I understand why you want to stay.
Lethe:  ...I have to get back to my training.  I have to chew some straw out of
a target dummy.
Ranulf:  Whew!  Must have hit a nerve.
Lethe:  ...Ranulf?
Ranulf:  Yeeeees?
Lethe:  I admit it.  My feelings have changed.
Ranulf:  They have, huh?
Lethe:  I once thought your opinion about humans was weak and disgraceful...
But now I see your viewpoint.  They are strong allies.  They fight by our side.
That's why I'll stay with Ike.
Ranulf:  I see...  Well then, we'll be here to party with Ike and his ragtag
mercenary crew when they win this war!
Lethe:  We can't let our guard down yet.  But...you're right.  I hope to
celebrate with them one day.

Ranulf/Mordecai

Support C

Ranulf:  Heya, Mordecai!  What's up, ya'big cat?!
Mordecai:  Ranulf!  It's been a while.
Ranulf:  Yes, it has.  Thanks for all your work.  I heard about how fiercely
you've fought alongside these mercenaries.
Mordecai:  Is that so?  I am glad to help.  Ike is a good beorc...strong and
loyal.  He is worth fighting for.
Ranulf:  Did you have a chance to get to know some of the other mercenaries?
Mordecai:  Some.  Grrr...  I have a question, Ranulf.  Do I speak well in this
tongue?
Ranulf:  You're fine, Mordecai.  Sure, you have an accent, and you tend to
growl a lot, but the beorc can understand.
Mordecai:  These words are hard to me.  As a cat, I need no hard words.  One
roar is enough for all the forest to understand.
Ranulf:  That may be true, but the beorc can't begin to understand the nuance
of our roars.  We would only scare them.
Mordecai:  Yes.  You are right.  These are good beorcs here.  Scaring them
would be...bad.

Support B

Mordecai:  Zzzzzz...  Zzzzzzz...  Puuuurrrrrzzzzz...
Ranulf:  Heya, Mordecai!  Oh...  Are you sleeping?
Mordecai:  Hmm...  Aoooooouuughh...  Ranulf?
Ranulf:  Oh!  You're up.  Boy, how can you sleep out in the open like that?
You and Ike have one thing in common, and that's iron nerves.
Mordecai:  I trust Ike and his pack.  They keep this place safe.
Ranulf:  Ahh, I see...  Say, Mordecai...  I noticed something the last time I
saw you fight.  You sometimes close your eyes when you attack the enemy.  Why
is that?
Mordecai:  ...You have sharp eyes.
Ranulf:  So why do you do that?
Mordecai:  I have no taste for watching my enemies tear into long shreds.  I
must fight hard.  I must kill beorc and laguz...but I do not like it.  So I
close my eyes.
Ranulf:  Is that the reason you miss sometimes?
Mordecai:  ...You see much.
Ranulf:  Yeah, I'm just full of handy talents.  Too bad.  It's a bit of a
waste.  If it wasn't for your big ol' heart, you'd be a more efficient soldier.
Mordecai:  I'm...sorry...
Ranulf:  Don't be sorry, Mordecai.  You are who you are.
Mordecai: ...

Support A

Mordecai:  Grrr...  I am...sorry, Ranulf.
Ranulf:  What's the matter, Mordecai?
Mordecai:  I have thought about what you said.  But I can't change how I fight.
It is the way I am.
Ranulf:  Oh...  I know.
Mordecai:  I am a warrior, so I fight.  I want to defend my people...and my
friends...  so I fight.  But I can only fight like I know how.
Ranulf:  You've always been that way.  I mean, you like to take naps with the
squirrels!  Like I said, you have a big heart.
Mordecai:  ...Sorry.
Ranulf:  Don't apologize.  Don't worry about it.
Mordecai:  Maybe...  I cause trouble for Ike and his pack.  Maybe I am a
burden.  This pains me.
Ranulf:  You're no burden, Mordecai.  You fight hard for Ike.  Now we must
continue to fight to end this war.
Mordecai:  You speak the truth.  I want this war to end!
Ranulf:  Then let's get out there and crush the enemy!
Mordecai:  Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!

HAAR:

Haar/Jill

Support C

Jill:  Captain Haar!  Where are you?  Captain Haar!!!
Haar:  Zzzzzzzzzz...huh?!  Wha--?!  Who?!  Oh, Jill.  Yaaaawn...  Simmer down,
Jill.  Can't you see I'm sleeping?  And do you need to shout my name like that?
You're louder than a meat skewer salesman in a crowded market!
Jill:  Maybe you should try responding when I call you!
Haar:  I'll do that as soon as you stop calling me captain.
Jill:  How should I address you, then?
Haar:  Whatever works for you.
Jill:  Sir Haar, maybe?
Haar:  Do I look like a knight to you?
Jill:  All right.  Mr. Haar.
Haar:  Hah!  That doesn't sound right at all.
Jill:  Fine.  Just Haar, then.
Haar:  Hey!  That's pretty good.
Jill:  Sorry.  I can't address my superior like that.  I'll just call you Mr.
Haar.
Haar:  Well, I can live with that.  Now, let me get back to my nap...

Support B

Jill:  Mr. Haaaaaaaaar!  Where are you!?  Mr. Haar!!!
Haar:  I'm right behind you.
Jill:  Why can't you just respond the first time I call for you?  And didn't
you promise that you'd respond right away if I stopped calling you captain?
Haar:  That was only if I wasn't sleeping.
Jill:  Well, that's most of the time!  By the way, it seems like the only time
you acted like a professional soldier was when you were in front of my father.
Haar:  And I recall the only time you weren't so uptight was when you were
around Lord Shiharam.
Jill:  I...  I couldn't help it.  He was my father.  He was different.
Haar:  I'm with you on that.  Lord Shiharam was something special.  I didn't
want him to see me as hopelessly lazy.
Jill:  Mr. Haar...
Haar:  Mmm...  I think I'll just stretch out here...  Yeah...that's it.  This
moss is nice and squishy.  Leave me alone.  It's nap time.

Support A

Jill:  Mr. Haar.
Haar:  Yes?
Jill:  That's strange.  I didn't have to call you a hundred times before you
answered!
Haar:  Well, I figured this way I don't have to listen to your whining.
Jill:  Oh, so that's how it is?  Well, whatever...
Haar:  What are you going to do when this war is over, Jill?
Jill:  Hopefully go back to Daein.  I want to be near my father's grave.
Haar:  I see.
Jill:  What about you?
Haar:  If I survive sparring with Ashnard...  I don't know what I'll do.  I've
already thought about guarding Lord Shiharam's grave.
Jill:  Does that mean you're not happy being with me.
Haar:  That's not it.  I was just thinking you probably don't like being with
me.
Jill:  Why would I not like that?
Haar:  Then if we both survive this war, let's start a wyvern courier service.
We'll make a lot of loot.
Jill:  Sure...  If we survive.

Haar/Makalov

Support C

Haar:  Zzzzz...
Makalov:  Aaaack!
Haar:  Zzz--Snort!  Wha...?  Huh?
Makalov:  Agggghhh!
Haar:  What's with you, man?
Makalov:  Oh no!  Stay away!
Haar:  What's the matter with you?
Makalov:  Aaaaack!  Help!  Somebody help me!
Haar:  ...  Did he think I was a Daein soldier?  Well...whatever...  Back to
sleep...Zzzzzzz...

Support B

Haar:  Hmm...?  Hey!  You're that...
Makalov:  Nooooo!!!
Haar:  Yes, you are.  You're that weird guy I saw the other day.  Hey, stop
right there!
Makalov:  Please...have mercy on me!  I'll pay you back...I swear!  I'll pay
you back...I swear!
Haar:  What are you yammering on about?
Makalov:  Honestly, I only ran off the other day because I didn't have the
money on me.  I was just...running home to fetch it.  Sweet...I'm begging you!
I'm talented and beautiful to die!  Give me more time to pay you back!
Haar:  Pay me back?  What are you talking about?
Makalov:  Huh?  Wait...  So you're not...  a debt collector?
Haar:  A debt collector?  Did you fall on your head?
Makalov:  Are you SURE you're not a debt collector?
Haar:  I don't remember being one.  And I think I'd remember something like
that.
Makalov:  What!? You're not!?  Phew!  Hah...you had me there.  I mean...just
one nasty look from that face of yours could scare a man to death!
Haar:  So you're saying I'm ugly, is that it?  I look like some kind of thug to
you?
Makalov:  No, no, no!  Not at all.  You're very...handsome.  Ruggedly
handsome...yeah...
Haar:  Hmmm.  That was weird.  Oh well...back to sleep.

Support A

Makalov:  Oh, there you are!  Hey, Haar!
Haar:  Zzzzzzzz...
Makalov:  HAAR!!!  Wake up!  Oh, no!  Look!  Here comes General Ike!
Haar:  Zzzzzzzz...
Makalov:  Nothing will wake him up!  He has a lot of guts sleeping before a
battle like this.  You have to respect that!  Even debt collectors would be
intimidated...  I need to be more like him!  Then I'll never have to pay anyone
back!  All right!  I need to get training!  The first thing I need to learn is
how to sleep anywhere.  ...  Zzzzzz...
Haar:  ...Quiet down!  Who's interrupting my nap?!
Makalov:  ...Zzzzzz...  Phew...  Grrrr...  I was wrong...  Sorry, Marcia!
...Zzzzzz...
Haar:  ...
Makalov:  Let me...zzzz...borrow some money...zzz...
Haar:  Look at him, sleeping before a big battle.  It's a miracle he'd survived
in his state.  He must be really lucky.  I hope he pulls through!

LUCIA:

Lucia/Ilyana

Support C

Lucia:  Well, well... Look at this cute little thing.  So you're a mage, huh?
I'm Lucia.  I'm a soldier in the royal Crimean army, and I thank you for
joining our cause.
Ilyana:  I'm Ilyana...  I'm with Greil's Merc...  Oh...
Lucia:  What's wrong?  Are you all right?
Ilyana:  Yes, don't mind me...
Lucia:  Look at you!  You're skinner than a sword edge!  All this marching must
be hard on you.
Ilyana:  I fall down sometimes...  I just can't keep up,
Lucia:  That's no good!  If that happens on the battlefield, you're as good as
meat.  You've got to stay fit and battle ready.
Ilyana:  Yes...ma'am.
Lucia:  You're sounding faint.  Hang on.  Don't collapse on me!  Here, let me
help you.  Let's get you back to your tent.
Ilyana:  I can't move...  Hungry...so hungry...
Lucia:  Wait here.  Let me go fetch some food.
Ilyana:  Really...?  You'd do that?
Lucia:  Of course.  What do you think you can eat?
Ilyana:  I'll take anything...
Lucia:  All right.  I'll try to find something big and hearty to give you
strength.  Stay where you are until I come back.
Ilyana:  Thank you so much...

Support B

Lucia:  All right, Ilyana.  Start now.
Ilyana:  Let me give this a try...  Huuuufff...  Haaaaaa...  Huuuffff...
Puuufffff...
Lucia: ...  Wait, Ilyana.  Can you come back here for a moment?
Ilyana:  Yes?  What is it?
Lucia:  I know you're not feeling great...  But I still want you to do some
running.  Exercise is important.  Why not start out slowly?
Ilyana:  Yes..  I'll try.  I... I ran the best I could...
Lucia:  Hah!  That was supposed to be running?!
Ilyana:  Well...
Lucia:  ...Er...  Listen, Ilyana.  I didn't mean to be so harsh.  Nobody is
born great at everything.  It takes hours and hours of practice to get better
at something.  So don't feel bad when you don't excel at something right away.
Is that clear?
Ilyana:  Yes...
Lucia:  Don't worry.  I'll work on it with you.  Go and give it another try.
Ilyana:  All right...  I'll do my best...
Lucia:  Then we can take a break.  Perhaps you'd like some water before you try
again.
Ilyana:  Actually, I'm a little hungry...
Lucia:  Food?  No problem at all.  What would you like to eat?
Ilyana:  Do you remember that meal you made me the other day?  That was so
tasty...  I'd love that again!
Lucia:  You liked it that much, huh?  Then I'll set to work making you another
big helping!  But...you'll have to run for it!
Ilyana:  It's a deal.  Thank you...for everything.

Support A

Lucia:  Where's Ilyana?  I told her to wait right here!  Where did she run off
to?
Ilyana:  Lu...  Lucia...
Lucia:  Ilyana!?  Did something happen?
Ilyana:  No...  Just so...  Hungry...  So hungry...
Lucia:  Hungry?  Haven't you been eating?
Ilyana:  No...  Not enough...  I just had five helpings...
Lucia:  What?!  Five helpings?!
Ilyana:  Yes...  Oh, and I took Soren's lamb shank when he wasn't looking.
Lucia:  How much do you usually eat?
Ilyana:  When I cook, I usually make...  six or seven helpings...
Lucia:  Er...  You're not a laguz, are you?
Ilyana:  No...
Lucia:  Listen, Ilyana.  I've put you through some hard training over the last
few days, and it got me thinking.  There is something seriously wrong with
you!!  But I can't leave you like this.  You've made it this far, and we'll get
through whatever it is together.
Ilyana:  Yes...  That makes me happy.  You make me delicious meals...  You're
so beautiful and strong...  I want be with you, Lucia...
Lucia:  Oh, fine.  We might as well go get some food!
Ilyana:  Your cooking...  I can almost taste it...
Lucia:  You're always so hungry...  All right, I'll make you whatever you want.
But you had better train hard!
Ilyana:  Yes!  Oh, I'm so happy!

Lucia/Janaff

Support C

Lucia:  You must be a Phoenicis knight.
Janaff:  Eh?
Lucia:  I don't believe I've had the pleasure.  I am Lucia of Crimea, a vassal
of Princess Elincia.  I wish to tender my cordial thanks for the aid and succor
your country has granted us.  Will you accept it?
Janaff:  Uh...  Sure, why not?
Lucia: ...
Janaff:  ...I mean, um...  Thanks for your courtesy.  I'm Janaff.  I am here at
the command of our king.  So if you really want to thank someone, you should
thank our king.
Lucia:  Very well.  Although telling him in person would give me much pleasure,
such luxuries are not feasible under the circumstances.  Please give my regards
to King Tibarn.  Long life to him!  Huzzah!
Janaff:  ...All righty then...
Lucia:  What is it?
Janaff:  Well, I don't know that we need the formality.  I mean, we're fighting
in the same army, right?  Right...?  Hey, I've got a better idea!  Let's go
have a wild night on the town to fortify our new friendship!  I'm buying!
Lucia:  Oh, I could not.  My father would not approve of me going out without a
chaperon.
Janaff:  What?  Such a shame!  You look like a gorgeous woman, but you're still
a child?  I can never tell how old you beorcs are!
Lucia: ...

Support B

Janaff:  My homeland of Phoenixis is bordered by the South Sea.  It's a
wonderful place to live.  There aren't that many of us, and everyone gets
along...  I've seen many countries with my own eyes, but Phoenicis is the best!
Lucia:  Did Phoenicis have diplomatic relations with other countries?
Janaff:  No, we don't associate with the others.  We used to be allied with
Serenes... until those cursed humans destroyed it.  And Kilvas is ruled by a
cunning and heartless king.  We have no trust for him.
Lucia:  Did you ever associate with beorc countries?
Janaff:  Ha!  That'll never happen!  After the slaughter of Serenes, the beorc
became our enemy.
Lucia:  I do not blame you for your anger..  But as I have said, Crimea wishes
to establish diplomatic relations with you.  Our late king advocated friendship
with the laguz, and enjoyed a good rapport with King Caineghis of Gallia.
Janaff:  So I hear.  Look, most Phoenicians would be perfectly happy living
their entire lives without outside contact...  But I suppose a friendship with
Crimea is possible.  If our king so decides.
Lucia:  And what do you think?
Janaff:  What do I think?  Huh...  I used to loathe huma...beorc.  Even hearing
the word made me angry.  But...  Now I think friendship is possible.  That's
all because I met you.
Lucia:  Oh...  Well... Thank you.  I am glad to be of assistance.

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Lucia:  In Crimea, we dream of peace for all people.  Friendship that
transcends nation, creed, and race.  Beorc and laguz, living in harmony.
Janaff:  Transcending race, huh?  Crimea is an odd country.  I heard you even
let laguz live within your borders!
Lucia:  Yes, due to our bond with King Caineghis.  And now, Princess Elincia
hopes to establish such alliances with other laguz nations.
Janaff:  It's a pretty thought.  But do you think that a friendship which
transcends nation, creed, and race will come so easily?
Lucia:  It will not be easy, but it can be-
Janaff:  For example.  You know that Phoenicis and Begnion used to be bitter
enemies, right?
Lucia:  Yes, I know.
Janaff:  The apostle finally recognized the Serenes massacre, but who knows how
long it'll take that news to spread over the country?  Before that happens,
there could be more fighting.  War might erupt anew.  If so, whose side will
you choose?
Lucia:  I would-
Janaff:  It'll be Begnion.  Come on!  Am I wrong?  And in the eyes of
Phoenicis, Crimea is nothing more than a Begnion colony.  Which means I'll
fight against you.
Lucia:  Princess Elincia would do everything in her power to avoid such a war.
However, I am her loyal vassal.  In the event of conflict, my path is clear.
Janaff:  Same here. The king's ally is my ally.  And the king's enemy...  But
if I can help it, I'd rather not fight a good-looking woman like you!  Dinner
would be much more enjoyable.
Lucia:  I agree, Janaff.  When this war is over and Crimea rebuilt...let's meet
again.  Not as enemies, but as friends.
Janaff:  I hope you'll be old enough to go out without a chaperon by then!
Lucia:  I hope so as well.

Lucia/Bastian

Support C

Lucia:  Good day, Count Bastian!
Bastian:  Ahhh...  Lady Lucia.  What an exquisite pleasure.  Would you allow me
to place a kiss upon your creamy white hand?
Lucia:  Sorry, my lord.  I've been sharpening my blade, and my hands are
covered in grime.
Bastian:  Nonsense!  I have no objections, milady.  The grime merely
accentuates your beauty.
Lucia:  I have objections, Bastian.
Bastian:  Ahhh...  She addresses me so curtly, but it only stokes my furnace of
attraction!  It is only in my nature to hunt and pursue a tantalizing beast
that flees me!  You have such a devious grip on my heart!
Lucia:  Don't even think I'm going to fall for that trick!  It might work with
the others, but I'm no doe-eyed fawn!  Why don't you just give up already?
Bastian:  Ahhh, splendid!  This fawn has sharp hooves!  But still she spurns my
advance...  Next time, I shall woe her with words!

Support B

Lucia:  Count Bastian!  Where are you?!
Bastian:  Lady Lucia...  It's not like you to be looking for me.  Or even
acknowledge my existence, for that matter!  Ta ha ha!
Lucia:  How badly are you hurt?  Do I need to tie a tourniquet?
Bastian:  A tourniquet?  Ta ha ha, aha!  No, my dear.  I'm not injured.  Unless
you include the heart which you have so eagerly stomped!
Lucia:  You aren't hurt?  Really?  I heard a funny-looking man with a mustache
suffered a severe injury.  Naturally, I assumed it was you.  But I see that
wasn't the case.
Bastian:  Lady Lucia!  You were so concerned with my welfare that you rushed to
my aid!  Ah!  You are a true delight!  A magestic--
Lucia:  That isn't the case at all.
Bastian:  There's no use in fighting your feelings!  I have already given in to
the bottomless pit that is my love for you!
Lucia:  Did you not hear me?  I already told you how I felt.
Bastian:  The more you try to hide it, the more your true feelings show
through!  You cannot fight true romance any more than you can fight the tides,
milady.
Lucia:  Arrrggg...  Count!  Will you please listen to me?!

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Bastian:  Lady Lucia, I'm not going away until you declare the true,
roaring-hot passion you feel for me!
Lucia:  Count Bastian...  You may talk like you're completely psychotic, but I
know it's just an act.  And as much as I hate to admit it...  I don't think
you're all that bad.
Bastian:  Then you feel the same?
Lucia:  Well...  When the war is over...and Crimea is once again back on her
feet...  I might consider it.  Might.
Bastian:  Oh, my beloved!
Lucia:  As hard as I've tried, you're just impossible to hate.  Oh no...  I
completely forgot!  I need to go help Princess Elincia.
Bastian:  W-wait, my love!  What are your plans tonight?  I'd like to spend it
gazing into your sweet--
Lucia:  --Sorry!  I need to be with the princess.  I won't be free for a long
time.
Bastian:  Oh, dear...I see the road ahead will be bumpy indeed!

BASTIAN:

Bastian/Volke

Support C

Volke:  You there, in the bushes.  You have until the count of five to show
yourself before I start throwing sharp objects.  One...two...four...
Bastian:  Oh, dear!  Keep those daggers sheathed, dearest Volke!  I can see why
you've earned such a reputation.
Volke:  Oh.  Hello, Bastian.
Bastian:  You weren't the fellow I was expecting to see.  Indulge my curiosity
for a moment...  Who are you working for?
Volke:  Knowing you, I'm surprised you haven't already checked on what I had
for breakfast.
Bastian:  So, it's true, then...  You are working for Crimea under Commander
Ike?
Volke:  I serve no nation.  I work for Ike himself.
Bastian:  And why is that?
Volke:  Ten thousand.
Bastian:  Ten thousand?
Volke:  Pay me, and I'll answer that question.
Bastian:  Ta ha ha!  You had no intention of answering my question, so you came
up with some outrageous sum.  Very well.
Volke:  I'm not a charity.  Get lost if you can't afford my fee.
Bastian:  Hmmm...what has Ike got brewing in that brain of his that involves
this scurrilous man of the shadows?  Methinks I should look into this forthwith!

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Volke:  Back already?
Bastian:  A little bird landed on my shoulder and whispered some very juicy
information in my ear.  Most of it matches perfectly with what I've heard Ike
tell the princess.  Yes, the information I'm not sharing with you is most
interesting indeed.  Delectable, even.
Volke:  You never could resist a tasty morsel of gossip.
Bastian:  We all our habits have.  In any case, my doubts about you and
Commander Ike have been put to rest.
Volke:  How kind of you.
Bastian:  That's all I need say.  I just thought I'd ease your concerns.
Consider it a professional courtesy.
Volke:  Bastian?
Bastian:  Yeeeees?
Volke:  You're well suited to skulking behind the scenes and playing the
puppeteer.  Have you considered a change in employer?
Bastian:  My allegiance is with the Crimean royal family.  I'm sure you
understand.
Volke:  Suit yourself.

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Volke:  You still want something from me.  Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.
Bastian:  When does your contract with Commander Ike expire?
Volke:  Heh.  Why do you ask?
Bastian:  There is a very delicate matter I'd like you to attend to.  It's
something only you are suited to...address.
Volke:  I've known you for a long time now, and I've never seen such a
desperate glimmer in your eye.
Bastian:  Twenty thousand.
Volke:  Eh?
Bastian:  I'll get you twenty thousand.  But you'll have to attend to it right
away.
Volke:  That sounds...tasty.  Unfortunately, I have a policy against taking two
jobs at once.  It will have to wait until this one is over.
Bastian:  ...
Volke:  Don't fret, Bastian.  My contract with Ike will only last as long as
this war, and it's already coming to an end.  It's not clear yet who will win,
but it's certainly coming to a head.  When my plate is clean, I'll find you.
Bastian:  This is absurd!  You won't take the job?
Volke:  Oh, I'll take it.  I never pass up a lucrative offer.  Plus, I've come
to think you're not so bad, Bastian.  You've always paid in full and on time.
I like that in an employer.
Bastian:  So I'm an excellent employer?  Perhaps I should set you up with a
pension!  Ta ha ha!  In any case, It appears that I will have to wait until the
end of this miserable war to secure your services.  But do not dawdle, Volke.
It is a matter of utmost urgency.

Bastian/Makalov

Support C

Makalov:  Incredible!  I had no idea this army had the luxury of hiring a
street performer.  They are clashing with the mighty Daein!  Who knew they had
a taste for comedy?  Or the time, for that matter...
Bastian:  Hmmmmmmmm?  I take it you direct your words at me.  Lest my eyes lie,
you are Sir Makalov!  A Begnion soldier of some great renown.
Makalov:  Wow!  H-how did you know my name?  You're just a street performer.
Wait...  Oh, I see.  That's your schtick, isn't it?  I have to hand it to
you...  You guessed my name right!
Bastian:  A street performer?  Ha!  I dare say no!  You think me one to don the
cap and bells, and gambol in the street for petty coin?  But soft, I see why
you might mark me so. Though now I am a man of some esteem, that job was once
my sole mean of employ.  When I look back on my performing days, I know that
any hardship in my road shall be like ashes at the fire's end!  Yet till Crimea
sees its freedom come, I shall pass myself as the simple fool!
Makalov:  Ha ha ha!!  You're such a comedian!!  That's hilarious!  Hey, why
don't we go get some dinner?  Maybe you can tell a few jokes!  Or juggle
plates!  I LOVE plate juggling!
Bastian:  In truth, you make an offer square and just.  And though it would do
my heart very well, I fear I must decline this eve's repast.  Perhaps we could
meet for a meal anon?  I shall but count the minutes to the time!
Makalov:  Wha ha ha ha!  Man, you're too much!  But sure, that's fine with me.
See you later, fool!
Bastian:  Excellent!  Most excellent, good and fair...   What ho?  The watch!
Alas, I must depart!
Makalov:  Ha!  What a riot!  I've never seen him before!  I wonder when we'll
meet again.
Unknown:  Hey!  You there!  Show some respect!
Makalov:  Eh?  Oh, a Crimean soldier.  Can I help you?
Soldier:  Don't talk to me like I'm stupid!  You also fight for the Crimean
army, do you not?
Makalov:  Oh, yeah...  That's right.  Now that Ike is the commander of the
Crimean army, that automatically makes me a Crimean soldier, too.  Ha ha!  I'm
your brother-in-arms!
Soldier:  Weeeell...  Because you're a member of General Ike's personal
mercenaries, I'll cut you a break this time...  However!  Know that the man you
were just talking to is the Count Bastian himself!
Makalov:  Ha ha...Huh?
Soldier:  Lord Bastian, the Count of Fayre, is a distinguished member of the
Crimean royal court.  He even served as the right hand of the late prince.  How
dare you address him like some common street fool!  If you don't want to get
clobbered, I suggest you show some respect!  Is that clear!?
Makalov:  That street performer is a Crimean noble?  If that's true...  He must
be packed to the gills with gold!  Makalov, you devil...  It's time to turn on
that famous charm!

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Makalov:  Count Bastian, you'd consider us close now, right?
Bastian:  You, sir, are as the dearest of my friends.  We drink and sup until
the morning light!
Makalov:  All right then, why don't we play a little game?  You may not know
it.  It's a favorite game of the common folk.  But once it charms you, it never
lets go!
Bastian:  A game played by the commoners, you say?  What fun!  We must this
enterprise engage!  Pray tell the rules of your wondrous lark.
Makalov:  It's simple. You make a wager, and then you guess the pattern on
these face-down wooden blocks right here.  If you guess right, you win money!
If you guess wrong, you lose... Simple, really!
Bastian:  Ah ha!  You do not fool me, my good sir!  This lark is played in all
the gaming dens, where fool and coin are ever parting ways.
Makalov:  Gulp!  W-what?  You mean...y-you've been to a gambling parlor before?
Bastian:  I know of such, but haven't in one stepped.  But I will say...my
interest has been piqued.
Makalov:  Then let's go to the local gambling hall!  Come on, you can just get
a taste for it.  I'll show you the way.  Don't worry about being new to the
game.  Someone as rich as you can play all night and still come home with a fat
wallet.
Bastian:  I shall not play.  I must content myself with watching.
Makalov:  Whaaat!?  Why would you just want to watch?
Bastian:  My homeland of long years is in dire peril.  I cannot play while
sweet Crimea burns.  On look, the moon has risen o'er the hills!  I must retire
now to sleep's cold grip. Take care to not empty your purse!  Ta ta!
Makalov:  Aaah!  Nooo!  He's gone...  There goes my loot!  Waaaait!  Come
baaaack!

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Bastian:  Whatever is the problem, Makalov?
Makalov:  ...
Bastian:  We went unto the hall and gambled there.  We stayed until the cook
did crow at dawn!  So why do you bestare me with a look?
Makalov:  Bastian...  You lied to me, didn't you?!
Bastian:  What, me?  I did not in my-
Makalov:  LIAR!!  "I've never been to a gambling parlor," you said...  HA!!!
You looked more at home there than I did!  What's more, I lost my shirt and you
cleaned house!  And you're telling me not to glare at you?!  Ha!  Explain
yourself!  And no more poetry!
Bastian:  ...Sigh...  I didn't lie to you, Makalov.  That was the first time I
ever set foot inside a gambling parlor.  However...  The nobles have a similar
gambling game that I was quite familiar with.
Makalov:  Blast!  The rich just get richer!  What's wrong with this world!?
Bastian:  The gold I won is not that important.  I came along simply because
you wanted me to test my luck.  But...I did break the house, didn't I?  I
couldn't have dreamt a better ending!  It makes me positively giddy.  Ta ha ha!
Makalov:  You don't need the money?  Well, I'll gladly take it!
Bastian:  Not a chance.  War consumes money at an astonishing pace.  This goes
right into Crimea's war chest.
Makalov:  No need to worry about that.  Crimea will win this war.
Bastian:  Hm?  Is that so?  Why do you say that?
Makalov:  Because she has a disgustingly lucky man like you on her side.
There's no way she will lose two battles in a row.
Bastian:  I see you have a gift for foresight.
Makalov:  So about that money...
Bastian:  If Crimea is victorious, I shall fill your coffers with so much gold
that even a team of oxen could not drag them!
Makalov:  Really!?
Bastian:  I don't make promises I can't keep.  I have many means to make money.
Don't worry yourself over that.
Makalov:  You're on!  I better give this war my best.  It's the gamble of a
lifetime!

Bastian/Lucia

Support C

Lucia:  Good day, Count Bastian!
Bastian:  Ahhh...  Lady Lucia.  What an exquisite pleasure.  Would you allow me
to place a kiss upon your creamy white hand?
Lucia:  Sorry, my lord.  I've been sharpening my blade, and my hands are
covered in grime.
Bastian:  Nonsense!  I have no objections, milady.  The grime merely
accentuates your beauty.
Lucia:  I have objections, Bastian.
Bastian:  Ahhh...  She addresses me so curtly, but it only stokes my furnace of
attraction!  It is only in my nature to hunt and pursue a tantalizing beast
that flees me!  You have such a devious grip on my heart!
Lucia:  Don't even think I'm going to fall for that trick!  It might work with
the others, but I'm no doe-eyed fawn!  Why don't you just give up already?
Bastian:  Ahhh, splendid!  This fawn has sharp hooves!  But still she spurns my
advance...  Next time, I shall woe her with words!

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Lucia:  Count Bastian!  Where are you?!
Bastian:  Lady Lucia...  It's not like you to be looking for me.  Or even
acknowledge my existence, for that matter!  Ta ha ha!
Lucia:  How badly are you hurt?  Do I need to tie a tourniquet?
Bastian:  A tourniquet?  Ta ha ha, aha!  No, my dear.  I'm not injured.  Unless
you include the heart which you have so eagerly stomped!
Lucia:  You aren't hurt?  Really?  I heard a funny-looking man with a mustache
suffered a severe injury.  Naturally, I assumed it was you.  But I see that
wasn't the case.
Bastian:  Lady Lucia!  You were so concerned with my welfare that you rushed to
my aid!  Ah!  You are a true delight!  A magestic--
Lucia:  That isn't the case at all.
Bastian:  There's no use in fighting your feelings!  I have already given in to
the bottomless pit that is my love for you!
Lucia:  Did you not hear me?  I already told you how I felt.
Bastian:  The more you try to hide it, the more your true feelings show
through!  You cannot fight true romance any more than you can fight the tides,
milady.
Lucia:  Arrrggg...  Count!  Will you please listen to me?!

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Bastian:  Lady Lucia, I'm not going away until you declare the true,
roaring-hot passion you feel for me!
Lucia:  Count Bastian...  You may talk like you're completely psychotic, but I
know it's just an act.  And as much as I hate to admit it...  I don't think
you're all that bad.
Bastian:  Then you feel the same?
Lucia:  Well...  When the war is over...and Crimea is once again back on her
feet...  I might consider it.  Might.
Bastian:  Oh, my beloved!
Lucia:  As hard as I've tried, you're just impossible to hate.  Oh no...  I
completely forgot!  I need to go help Princess Elincia.
Bastian:  W-wait, my love!  What are your plans tonight?  I'd like to spend it
gazing into your sweet--
Lucia:  --Sorry!  I need to be with the princess.  I won't be free for a long
time.
Bastian:  Oh, dear...I see the road ahead will be bumpy indeed!

GEOFFREY:

Geoffrey/Calill

Support C

Calill:  Mmm...  Such a drab locale.  Not like the city at all--  Aaaaah!
Geoffrey:  Oof!  Look out!
Calill:  Ah!  My face!  My beautiful face!  No, no...  I think it's still there.
Geoffrey:  Are you all right, my lady?
Calill:  Well...  Oh my!  He called me a lady.  And such a handsome devil!
Y-yes, good sir!  Thanks to you, I appear to be unhurt.
Geoffrey:  Really?  Well, that's good.  I know that you were lost in thought,
but do try to watch your step.
Calill:  W-wait!  Just a moment!
Geoffrey:  Yes?  What is it?
Calill:  I'm...  My name is Calill.  What is your name, gentle sir?
Geoffrey:  I am Geoffrey.
Calill:  Geoffrey...  Such a nice name.  A fine gent like Geoffrey is just
right for me!  Oh... Love always comes when you least expect it.  Sweet Sir
Geoffrey!  You will be mine!

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Calill:  Oh, there you are, Sir Geoffrey!  You look especially rugged and
dashing today!
Geoffrey:  Hm?  Oh, hello, Calill.  How are you?
Calill:  Hmm!  How nice!  You remember me...  Perhaps love dares to speak its
name!
Geoffrey:  Eh?  What are you talking about?
Calill:  No, no, I'm just talking to myself.  Say, you're a knight escorting
the princess of Crimea, no?  It's such an honor to meet someone like you!  Such
a noble bearing!  Such grace!
Geoffrey:  Um...it's actually not a big deal.  You and I are on the same team,
after all.  We shouldn't worry about class or social standing.
Calill:  Oh!  He's even more debonair than I first imagined!  Thank you for
being so kind.  So...decent.  So handsome and strong.  So filled with manly
virility...
Geoffrey:  Um...you're welcome?
Calill:  By the way, Sir Geoffrey.  I don't know Princess Elincia very well.
What manner of person is she?
Geoffrey:  Oh!  Are you interested in the princess?
Calill:  Of course!  I'm interested in any woman who could become my romantic
rival!
Geoffrey:  What did you just--
Calill:  Nothing!  Nothing at all!  Just talking to myself.  La da dum de
dum...  I just want to know her because she's...  a dear person we must
protect!  Could you tell me about her?
Geoffrey:  I can.  Although...putting it into words is hard...
Calill:  Why is that?
Geoffrey:  The words always sound false, yet...  Hmm...  The princess is like--
Calill:  Yes?  Yes?!
Geoffrey:  Everything about her is perfect.  As her retainer, some might accuse
me of bias, but it is not so!  She is...invaluable.  She is the treasure of
Crimea...
Calill:  Oooooh, I see how it is.  You're in love with her!  Blast!  Blast and
double blast!  I'm always so unlucky with men!  Oh, vile cupid!  Why do you
mock me!
Geoffrey:  Wait!  Wait !  Calill!  You misunderstood!  I...er...
Calill:  No, no, good sir knight!  Spare me your wicked tongue!  I cannot bear
another lashing across my heart!  ...Ah, well.  It's a shame I can't have him
for my own, but...  I enjoy a good love story all the same!  I'll lend a
helping hand to this naïve knight and lead him to his one true love!  Princess
Elincia, your man is coming!

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Calill:  Ah!  I see!
Geoffrey:  So that's why her existence was never made public.  Instead, she was
taken to the royal villa and raised in secret.
Calill:  It's a rather complicated story for a...  commoner like me to
understand.  To grow up like that...  Hidden from the eyes of the world.
Geoffrey:  I don't think the princess minded.  She grew up with the love of her
parents and Lord Renning.  She didn't have to inherit the throne.  She lived
happy and free, like a country aristocrat.
Calill:  She would probably still be happy if it weren't for that Daein attack!
Geoffrey:  ...
Calill:  Oh, I'm sorry, Sir Geoffrey.  I was careless with my words.
Geoffrey:  No, you speak the truth.
Calill:  I think your earlier story was even more fascinating, though!  I can't
believe that you are the son of Elincia's foster mother and have known Her
Highness since childhood.
Geoffrey:  Those early days were the best of my life.  Crimea was at peace, and
the whole land was filled with such beauty.  The princess was especially
beautiful...  I remember chasing her and my sister, Lucia, around the villa...
But alas!  She is above my station!  I can never have her, and yet...  I cannot
forget the past!
Calill:  Shush!  You can't wallow in your own memories like that!  You have to
live in the here and now!  It's true that times are hard.  We spend every day
fighting, covered in sweat and blood...  But there is always hope!  You must
find what...pleasures you can whenever possible.
Geoffrey:  Calill.  You are right.  I must not lose hope.  I regret my outburst.
Calill:  Oh, that's all right.  Actually, I prefer a man who's a couple links
short of a full chain.  Makes him more interesting.
Geoffrey:  Thank you.  For now, I will devote myself to rebuilding Crimea.
Though I think fondly on the princess, I know that our time together will never
be as it once was.  To serve her for life and watch her happiness from a
distance...  I can live with that.
Calill:  Or you could just elope!  Kidding!  I'm kidding.  Besides, you're too
straightlaced for that.  I know you.  It's a shame.  The two of you would make
a nice couple.
Geoffrey: ...  You're a good person, Miss Calill.
Calill:  Oh, I know it!  You can't just find a smart, attractive woman like
this on every corner, you know?
Geoffrey:  You are indeed a gem among stones.
Calill:  Oh, no!  Don't try to sweet talk me now!  It's far too late for such
flattery!  I know how you feel about the princess.  I wouldn't want to compete.
Geoffrey:  Mmm...  That's unfortunate.
Calill:  Ha ha ha!  Well, at least we became good friends.  Expose your heart
to me without fear, brave Sir Geoffrey!  I'll stand by you to the end.

Geoffrey/Elincia

Support C

Elincia:  Hmmm....
Geoffrey:  Are you looking for someone,  Your Highness?
Elincia:  Geoffrey.  I'm glad you're here.
Geoffrey:  Is there anything I can do for you?
Elincia:  Yes, actually.  I have a small favor to ask of you.
Geoffrey:  Ask anything of me, Your Highness, and I shall make it so.
Elincia:  Really?  You would do anything?
Geoffrey:  Anything at all.
Elincia:  Well, then here goes...  Geoffrey...  I need you to leave me alone
while I fight on the battlefield.
Geoffrey:  What?!  Without protection?  But, you know that is the one thing I
cannot-
Elincia:  I don't want to hear any objections.  This is...an order.  You must
obey.
Geoffrey:  But...Princess Elincia...

Support B

Geoffrey:  Your Highness...  Please,  I beg you to reconsider.
Elincia:  ...
Geoffrey:  I am aware that you took offense to my disobeying your order...
But...  You cannot ask me to leave you alone and undefended!  I am a royal
knight.  It is my duty and honor to ride by your side and defend you on the
field of battle.
Elincia: ...
Geoffrey:  Your Highness, please!  On bended knee, I beg this of you.
Elincia:  Would you stop defending me if I stripped you of your title?
Geoffrey:  ...T-take away my knighthood?
Elincia:  ...
Geoffrey:  I see.  I had no idea you wanted to avoid me this badly.
Elincia:  No, Geoffrey.  That's not-
Geoffrey:  I may have spoken out of turn, but all I wanted was to honor my oath
and shield you from harm.  I'm sorry...
Elincia:  Wait...  Geoffrey!  Geoffrey!

Support A

Elincia:  I've listened to all that you've had to say, Geoffrey.  Now it's time
for you to hear me out.
Geoffrey:  By your command.
Elincia:  You fight too hard and take too many risks to protect me in combat.
Geoffrey:  Is that not what a knight is sworn to do?
Elincia:  But you put yourself at grave risk!
Geoffrey:  It is true.  I have felt the bite of steel several times while
protecting you...  But I would do so again without a thought!
Elincia:  You promised me long ago that you wouldn't needlessly jeopardize your
life for my sake.  I guess you don't value your life after all.
Geoffrey:  Your Highness...
Elincia:  I know you think I should stay at camp and rest on silken pillows
without suiting up for battle.  But...  There's no way I could stand...  Stand
seeing someone so dear to me die just beyond my grasp.  So...now you know why I
asked this of you.
Geoffrey:  I don't know if you realize all that you've done for the soldiers.
Do you see how you have raised the spirits of the Crimean soldiers since you
began fighting alongside them?  Their princess herself leads the charge!  She
doesn't ask the soldiers to risk their lives without risking her own.  They
adore you.  And that is why we win our battles.  They fight with a ferocity no
other force could possibly match.  They will win at any cost.
Elincia:  ...
Geoffrey:  I admit I have been fighting recklessly.  ...I did so knowing you
were near me.  I knew you'd be by my side if I were gravely wounded.
Elincia:  Yet...  You feel me a burden.
Geoffrey:  I can't imagine fighting without you anymore.  If you do hold my
life dear, please keep fighting.  Lead us to victory!
Elincia:  Oh, Geoffrey.  I'm so sorry I brought you so much torment.  I
misunderstood you.  I am...so immature.
Geoffrey:  I disobeyed your direct orders.  That's no badge of honor, either.
Elincia:  I'm sure I'll keep causing you troubles...  but please...never leave
my side, Geoffrey.
Geoffrey:  Princess Elincia...  My life and blade are yours.

LARGO:

Largo/Mia

Support C

Mia:  Wow!  Look at the arms on that one!
Largo:  Hmmm?  My arms?
Mia:  They're huge!  By the way, I'm Mia.  I'm a myrmidon searching for a sworn
rival.  Do you want to spar?
Largo:  Spar?  With you?  Ummm...  I don't know.
Mia:  What do you mean you don't know?
Largo:  I'm not sure how I feel about sparring with a girl.
Mia:  But I'm a dangerous myrmidon!  A graceful whirlwind of singing steel!
Largo:  I don't know how to put this, but... shouldn't you be doing something
more domestic than fighting with a sword?  I don't know...maybe knitting?  Or
cooking?  I guess you could learn to be a mage...
Mia:  ...For your personal safety, I hope you aren't saying that I can't fight
because I'm a woman.
Largo:  Well...
Mia:  All right, you brought this on yourself!  Get ready to fight!
Largo:  Uhhh...  I was only saying that people need to be more peaceful.
Yeah...that's it.  Hey, I've got an idea!  Let's see who can knit better.
Mia:  Enough talk!  Time to fight!

Support B

Mia:  Hey, Largo!
Largo:  Oh, it's you again.  Hey, um...  Sorry about, you know, what I said the
other day.  My arms and legs are sorry, too.  Oh...the bruises...
Mia:  Don't worry about it.  But you know why I'm here!
Largo:  Huh?  Why?!  Please don't hurt me!
Mia:  What else?  I came here to get more sparring practice!  I'm always in
search of my true nemesis!
Largo:  You want to fight again?  I know you like to spar, but this is crazy!
Mia:  So you're saying I can't win again because I'm a woman?
Largo:  What?!  No!  No no!  Noooooo!  I didn't say that.  I don't want to spar
you!
Mia:  I know exactly what you meant!  Well, prepare to feel the wrath of my
training sword again!  And if that doesn't teach you, we'll train some more
tomorrow!
Largo:  Whoa...this is all a misunderstanding!  You can't expect me to fight
you again.  Look at these bruises!
Mia:  You should have thought about that before spouting off about male
superiority again.  Get your axe ready!
Largo:  But I didn't say anything!!  Oooh, all right.  I'm going to be sore
tomorrow...
Mia:  Hah!  I'll go easy on you!

Support A

Mia:  You fought...hard...that time!  Who do you think won?
Largo:  It was close, but I think you beat me again.
Mia:  Are you sure?
Largo:  Yep.  I'm bushed.
Mia:  You didn't go easy on me because I'm a woman, did you?
Largo:  Not at all.  It's just I'm no match for that sword arm of yours.
Mia:  ...Oooooh, boy...  I'm beat!  I think I'll go grab some sleep.
Largo:  Wait...  I know you're tired, but can I ask you one question?
Mia:  Sure.
Largo:  Why push yourself so hard.
Mia:  Because I've been told too many times that a sword doesn't belong in the
hands of a woman.  I've got something to prove.
Largo:  Oh...I get it.
Mia:  I understand if I lose to someone with better technique.  When that
happens, I can always hone my skills and work on getting more combat
experience.  If I lose, it's not because I'm a woman.  It's because someone
trained harder than me.  And if that happens, I'll hone my skills and come back
to beat them.
Largo:  Ahhh...  Now I understand how you clobbered me so badly!  But I can't
just lick my wounds.  I'll have to take your advice, get back to practice, and
challenge you again one day.
Mia:  When?
Largo:  Huh?
Mia:  You said you wanted a rematch.  When do you want to do it?  You want a
chance to redeem yourself, right?
Largo:  Bwaaa ha haaaa!  I'm impressed, kid!  I'll just have to keep fighting
you until I win!
Mia:  I'll take you on anytime, Largo!

Largo/Muarim

Support C

Largo:  Whoa there!  Your arms are huge!!  How'd you get that big?
Muarim:  ...?
Largo:  I mean, my arms are pretty massive...  but those babies are something
else!
Muarim:  You have big muscles, too...
Largo:  Ba ha ha ha!  Brute force is about the only thing I've got going for
me!  Hey, why are you carrying those water jugs?
Muarim:  I'm taking them to the well.
Largo:  You're filling all those jugs?  They've got to weigh as much as an ox
once you get water in them!  One, two, three, four, five...  You've got quite a
handful there.  Let me give you a hand.
Muarim:  You don't have to do that.
Largo:  Aw, heck!  It's no problem!  I may not be able to cast a bunch of fancy
spells, but I can carry heavy stuff as well as any man or beast!
Muarim:  ...All right, then.  Let us go.

Support B

Largo:  How goes it, Muarim?
Muarim:  Largo.  Thanks for your help the other day.
Largo:  Bwa ha ha ha!  That was nothing.  You know, I've traveled all around
the world, and I've never seen someone as burly as you.  I'm pretty stout, but
I bet you could mop the floor with me...  So who do you think could lift the
most?
Muarim:  It's hard to say...
Largo:  The heaviest thing I ever lifted was this tree I cut down.  It was
three times my size!  What about you?
Muarim:  Well...  One time, I chiseled rocks from a mountain and carried them
up to repair a castle wall.
Largo:  Rocks?!  How big were they?
Muarim:  Mmm...big.  Taller than me.
Largo:  That's incredible!  ...Hey, how do you feel about a little strength
competition?  I bet we'd be pretty evenly matched!
Muarim:  No, that's just...
Largo:  Don't be so uptight!  Come on!  It's be fun!
Muarim:  ...Hmmm...  All right...  But just this once!

Support A

Largo:  Hey, Muarim!  That lifting competition we had the other day was epic!
Muarim:  Yes. It was a good time.
Largo:  People got interested when we were seeing who could lift the most cured
hams!  That crowd was huge!
Muarim:  Mmm...  It got a bit out of hand when we started lifting people.
Largo:  Bwa ha ha!  We were neck and neck right until the end.  The last thing
I stacked on my back was that big smoked ham, but then you picked up that girl!
What was her name again?
Muarim:  Mist.
Largo:  Yeah, that's her.  We could have settled the competition if we had
known which was heavier.  Huh!  I still think it was the ham...
Muarim:  You were quite amazing.
Largo:  Amazing?  Me?  Naw, not Largo!  You were the incredible one!
Muarim:  I'm not talking about how many hams you lifted.  You were able to draw
everyone together.  It gave them a laugh, despite the stress of battle.
Everyone had a chance to relax and blow off some steam.
Largo:  Well, everyone deserves a good belly laugh!  Bwaaaaa haa haa haaaaaa!!
Muarim:  You also treat me and everyone lese the same.  You are a good beorc.
Largo:  Bwa ha ha!  I just call it like I see it!  I don't deserve any credit
for that.  For now, let's call our match a tie.  How about some arm wrestling
next time?  There's no way you can beat me at that!
Muarim:  Hah!  We shall see!

Largo/Devdan

Support C

Devdan:  Ladies and gentlemen!  Gather 'round!  Get ready for Devdan's
fantastic show!
Largo:  Ah, a street performer!  Could be fun.  Hmm...  Looks like I'm the only
one here...  Well, I'll check out the show, anyway.
Devdan:  Ho ho!  Step right up...and be amazed!  First, Devdan draws a picture
like so...  Hum de dum...  Voila!  All done!  This is Devdan's friend...
Nadved!
Largo:   Nadved?  Waaaait a minute.  This is just a sketch of some stupid stick
figure.
Devdan:  Ah!  You are wrong, young one.  Listen carefully...and be amazed!
Largo:  Huh?  Listen to what?  ...Aw, you're crazy!
Unknown:  Hellooooooooo...
Largo:  What the...?  W-who was that?!  Your lips didn't move, but I heard
something!  What's going on here?
Devdan:  That was Nadved!  Say hello to Largo, Nadved!
Unknown:  Hellooooo,  Laaaaaargooooo...  Whooooooooo!
Largo:  Yaaaaaaa!  I mean...um...  Wow!  That's pretty incredible!  Can it do
anything else?
Devdan:  But of course!  For Nadved's next trick...

Support B

Largo:  Ah, what a great day!  I think I'll wander the streets and see what
trouble I can...  Hello?  What's this?  Hm?  Well, if it isn't Devdan's friend,
Nadved!  Why are you just lying in the street?  Here, let me pick up...  Hey,
Nadved!  Speak!  ...Speak!  Speak, Nadved!  I command it!
Unknown:  ...
Largo:  Oh, this is nonsense!  Bah!  How would a piece of paper talk, anyway...
Speak, Nadved!  Speeeeak!  Grrrrr!  This makes me so mad!  Fine, then!  You
don't want to talk?  I'll just crumple you up instead!
Unknown:  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!  WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
GYyYYAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Largo:  Yaaaaa!  What the...?!  N-no way!  It screamed!  Oh, I'm sorry!  Are
you all right, Nadved!?
Unknown:  ...
Largo:  Oh, by the goddess...  What have I done?  I'm a monster!  A monster!
...I gotta dispose of the body!
Devdan:  Oh, hello Largo!  How are you today?
Largo:  Wha--?!  Oh, Devdan!  Um...how are you?  I-it's such a nice day, and I
was just...  AH!  F-forgive me!  Yaaaaaaaaaa!
Devdan:  He ran away...  Oh, poor young one.  Perhaps Devdan is to blame for
showing you his trick.  But Devdan can't tell you how it's done, because it is
a...secret...  Oh, the shame of it all...

Support A

Largo:  Um...  Devdan?  Do you have a moment?
Devdan:  Devdan always has time for you.
Largo:  Look...  I'm...sorry that I got scared and ran off the other day.  I've
been agonizing over how to make it up to you, but I can't think of anything
that'll make it right.  So I'll just...apologize.
Sorry, Devdan.  Sorry, Nanved.
Devdan:  You worried that much for us?  Poor Largo!  Nadved is fine!
Largo:  R-really!?
Devdan:  I am Nadved's friend.  And friends are always close by!  I just have
to draw picture like so...  Hum de dum...  See!  It's Nadved!!
Unknown:  Laaaaaaargoooooo!  I miiiiiised yooooooou!  Whooooooooooooo!
Largo:  Oh!  It's you!  I'm so sorry, Nadved!  I put you through pain just
because I lost my temper.
Unknown:  Thaaaaat's all riiiiiiight,  Laaaaaargoooooooooo!
Devdan:  Nadven is right, Largo.  We are all friends.  Friends forgive each
other!
Largo:  Whew!  I'm so glad.  Thanks you two!  You're both good people!  The
best~!  Bwaaah ha ha ha haaaa!
Devdan:  No, no.  You're the best, Largo.  Let's stay friends!  But
first...come closer...  Nadved wants to tell you something...
Largo:  Um...yeah, all right.  Let me just take a step closer here, and...
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

Largo/Tauroneo

Support C

Largo:  That's strange...
Tauroneo:  ...
Largo:  Hey, Tauroneo!
Tauroneo:  Hmm?
Largo:  Don't you think this army is a little odd? I mean, heck!  It's not
every day that you see soldiers from this many countries all mixed into one
army.  I've traveled and fought in a lot of strange places, but this the first
time I've seen anything quite like this.
Tauroneo:  You're right.  There are even former Daein soldiers in this army.
There is no shortage of nationalities, to be sure.
Largo:  My favorite part about it is we get to sample all kinds of exotic
dishes.  Gwa!  I've never snacked so well in my life.
Tauroneo:  What are you holding?
Largo:  This quill?  Oh, I use it to jot down ideas so I won't forget them
later.  If I don't, I just completely forget them!  But back to food...  I've
noticed that the laguz sure like their food spicy!  And now they've started
drinking with us!  Bwaa ha ha!  That's great!  By the way, what's your drink of
choice?
Tauroneo:  Drinks?  I'm not picky.  The stronger the better!
Largo:  And flavor?
Tauroneo:  Doesn't matter.
Largo:  Bwaaaa ha ha haaaa!!  I like your answer!  I better write that down so
I don't forget.

Support B

Tauroneo:  ...
Largo:  Ahhh...  Er...  Naaaaaahhh...
Tauroneo:  Is something wrong?
Largo:  Hmmm?  Oh, it's you.
Tauroneo:  You've done nothing but stare at that pieced of paper for hours.
Are you crazy, man?
Largo:  Oh, you have a point...  Crazy...  Craaaazy...  You may be onto
something.  I'll have to write that down.  But it'll have to wait until later.
I can't think about two things at the same time.
Tauroneo:  You can't?  Well, what are you thinking about now?
Largo:  I'm saving up the money I make here to open my own little place.  I'm
thinkin' a pub would be nice...  Is that a good idea?
Tauroneo:  A pub?  Yes, pubs are nice.  Will you make savory meat pies?  With
buttery crusts?
Largo:  Savory!  Oh, yeah.  They'll be savoriest!  They'll make your head
explode!  ...I don't want my customers dropping dead, though...  I want
everyone to be happy, Hmmm...  Hey, people like butter, right?  There'll be
free sticks of butter on every table!
Tauroneo:  That's a great dream.  Where are you going to open your place?
Largo:  Well, uh...it may not look like it, but I'm actually from Begnion.  So
I'll probably open my pub back home.  But from I hear, Crimea and Daein are
nice place, too...  This is going to be a hard choice...
Tauroneo:  ...  Do you want me to help you with pub?
Largo:  Oh, yeah!  That would be great!  Two people can think about two things
at once.  That will help for sure.  All right, so we'll have savory meat
pies...  But what about the rest of the menu?

Support A

Largo:  Hmmm...  That's not it.  That's  no good, either...
Tauroneo:  Are you thinking about your pub again?
Largo:  Hey, Tauroneo!  Can you dish me up some more of your good advice?
Tauroneo:  Glad to.
Largo:  I'm trying to come up with a name for my pub.
Tauroneo:  What do you have so far?
Largo:  How about "Savory Pies And Stuff?"
Tauroneo:  Hmmm.  It's a bit...odd.
Largo:  Maybe you're right.  Let me think...  I want this to be a pub where
both beorc and laguz can walk on in, get a meat pie and a frosty beverage, and
be happy.  So how about we name it the "All You Beorc And Laguz Come On Down
And Get Yourself A Meat Pie Pub"!
Tauroneo:  That's a little long.
Largo:  No good, eh?  Nuts.  What am I gonna do?  I'm no good at thinking up
stuff like this.
Tauroneo:  Maybe you're trying too hard.  How about naming it after something
you think is important?
Largo:  Hey, yeah!  I'll call it "Calill."  She's always been my favorite.
Tauroneo:  Naming it after an old flame, eh?  I say go with that.  I'll be sure
to drop in for a pie and a brew when you open your place.
Largo:  You better!  I'll have your favorite drink waiting for you!  Your
favorite drink is...  Wait, I know this...  I wrote it down somewhere...  Oh,
here it is...  Strong!
Tauroneo:  Yep.
Largo:  Bwaaaa ha ha haaaa!!  Leave it to me!

ELINCIA:

Elincia/Ike

Support C

Ike:  Is there something wrong, Princess?
Elincia:  Oh...my lord Ike.  I was getting prepared for battle, but...  I'm
having a hard time attaching this scabbard to my belt.
Ike:  Hmm...let me see.  Ah...here's the problem.  The buckle on the scabbard
isn't fastened.  There's a little trick to this.  Don't move for a second.
...All right.  That should do it!
Elincia:  Thank you.  I just can't seem to do anything right.  I can't even get
myself ready for battle!  Everyone else is all suited up.
Ike:  Everyone here was the same way when they first started.  In fact, it
wasn't all that long ago when I was having a hard time fastening my scabbard...
Elincia: Really?
Ike:  That's right.  But my father drilled me hard and tested my swordsmanship
and survival skills before I could eat breakfast.  We come from different
worlds, Princess.
Elincia:  So that's how you learned so much...
Ike:  Well, you don't need to practice so hard.  You weren't born to be a
mercenary like the rest of us war dogs.  You'll just get yourself killed if you
jump into this rough and nasty war unprepared.
Elincia:  I understand...
Ike:  Just don't worry about it.  Ther's no shame in asking for help from the
rest of us.  We'll be there to back you up.
Elincia:  Thank you, my lord Ike.
Ike:  Anytime, Princess Elincia.

Support B

Ike:  Princess Elincia?  You're still here?
Elincia:  Oh, my lord Ike.  W-well, I was getting a little practice in.  I
don't want to be a burden to everyone else.
Ike:  Wouldn't it be better to have a training partner?
Elincia:  I'd feel guilty asking someone to train with me.  It would be a waste
of time...  I am no match for their skill.
Ike:  I meant what I said earlier... About not hesitating to ask for help?  But
I guess you decided to ignore me.
Elincia:  N-no, no...it's not like that at all.  I heard what you said, but I
still feel so...
Ike:  I know how powerless and frustrated you must feel.  It was a terrifying
feeling when I discovered my father had left me in command of the Greil
Mercenaries.
Elincia: ...
Ike:  But there's a huge difference between inheriting a country and a band of
mercenaries, isn't there?
Elincia:  Not at all...  You're absolutely right.  It's hard...knowing what
kind of responsibility I have, and just how unsuited I am to take it.
Ike:  Over the last year, I learned a lot from all those battles...  Mostly, I
learned that there are many things I can't do on my own.  Everything I achieved
was possible only because of the people around me.  I trust them completely.
And I'm not ashamed to ask for help.  That goes for you, too.  You're not alone.
Elincia:  That's a great way to look at it.  Thank you!

Support A

Elincia:  ...
Ike:  We finally reach the capital tomorrow.
Elincia:  Yes...
Ike:  How are you feeling about it?
Elincia:  More than a little anxious...  But... We've finally made it.  I'm
home.  More than anything, I feel relief.
Ike:  You've grown strong, Princess.
Elincia:  That's only because I had such a great role model.
Ike:  Hah!  I think you meant to say bad role model, right?  By the way, do you
remember what you said to me on the southern sea?
Elincia:  W-what did I say?  Hopefully, it was nothing too embarrassing.
Ike:  You said, "Give them a sound thrashing!"
Elincia:  Oh...er...that?  That was...um...  I was trying to fit in, my lord
Ike.  To be rough and capable like the rest of you.
Ike:  You caught me off guard with that one.
Elincia:  Hee hee!  It brings back memories.  When I fled the capital and was
told about Crimea's defeat in Gallia...  I prepared myself to live in crushing,
colorless despair for the rest of my days.  But when I look back, I can see
there were some warm rays of hope...poking through.
Ike:  You're right...
Elincia:  Tomorrow, I will face King Daein and reclaim Crimea...or die in the
attempt.  It is the only thing on my mind.
Ike:  You employed me as a mercenary.  I'll give you your money's worth!
...No.  It means more than that...  To my last breath, I will do all that I can
to ensure your dream...Elincia.
Elincia:  Oh, Ike...

Elincia/Geoffrey

Support C

Elincia:  Hmmm....
Geoffrey:  Are you looking for someone,  Your Highness?
Elincia:  Geoffrey.  I'm glad you're here.
Geoffrey:  Is there anything I can do for you?
Elincia:  Yes, actually.  I have a small favor to ask of you.
Geoffrey:  Ask anything of me, Your Highness, and I shall make it so.
Elincia:  Really?  You would do anything?
Geoffrey:  Anything at all.
Elincia:  Well, then here goes...  Geoffrey...  I need you to leave me alone
while I fight on the battlefield.
Geoffrey:  What?!  Without protection?  But, you know that is the one thing I
cannot-
Elincia:  I don't want to hear any objections.  This is...an order.  You must
obey.
Geoffrey:  But...Princess Elincia...

Support B

Geoffrey:  Your Highness...  Please,  I beg you to reconsider.
Elincia:  ...
Geoffrey:  I am aware that you took offense to my disobeying your order...
But...  You cannot ask me to leave you alone and undefended!  I am a royal
knight.  It is my duty and honor to ride by your side and defend you on the
field of battle.
Elincia: ...
Geoffrey:  Your Highness, please!  On bended knee, I beg this of you.
Elincia:  Would you stop defending me if I stripped you of your title?
Geoffrey:  ...T-take away my knighthood?
Elincia:  ...
Geoffrey:  I see.  I had no idea you wanted to avoid me this badly.
Elincia:  No, Geoffrey.  That's not-
Geoffrey:  I may have spoken out of turn, but all I wanted was to honor my oath
and shield you from harm.  I'm sorry...
Elincia:  Wait...  Geoffrey!  Geoffrey!

Support A

Elincia:  I've listened to all that you've had to say, Geoffrey.  Now it's time
for you to hear me out.
Geoffrey:  By your command.
Elincia:  You fight too hard and take too many risks to protect me in combat.
Geoffrey:  Is that not what a knight is sworn to do?
Elincia:  But you put yourself at grave risk!
Geoffrey:  It is true.  I have felt the bite of steel several times while
protecting you...  But I would do so again without a thought!
Elincia:  You promised me long ago that you wouldn't needlessly jeopardize your
life for my sake.  I guess you don't value your life after all.
Geoffrey:  Your Highness...
Elincia:  I know you think I should stay at camp and rest on silken pillows
without suiting up for battle.  But...  There's no way I could stand...  Stand
seeing someone so dear to me die just beyond my grasp.  So...now you know why I
asked this of you.
Geoffrey:  I don't know if you realize all that you've done for the soldiers.
Do you see how you have raised the spirits of the Crimean soldiers since you
began fighting alongside them?  Their princess herself leads the charge!  She
doesn't ask the soldiers to risk their lives without risking her own.  They
adore you.  And that is why we win our battles.  They fight with a ferocity no
other force could possibly match.  They will win at any cost.
Elincia:  ...
Geoffrey:  I admit I have been fighting recklessly.  ...I did so knowing you
were near me.  I knew you'd be by my side if I were gravely wounded.
Elincia:  Yet...  You feel me a burden.
Geoffrey:  I can't imagine fighting without you anymore.  If you do hold my
life dear, please keep fighting.  Lead us to victory!
Elincia:  Oh, Geoffrey.  I'm so sorry I brought you so much torment.  I
misunderstood you.  I am...so immature.
Geoffrey:  I disobeyed your direct orders.  That's no badge of honor, either.
Elincia:  I'm sure I'll keep causing you troubles...  but please...never leave
my side, Geoffrey.
Geoffrey:  Princess Elincia...  My life and blade are yours.

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====Acknowledgements====

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To my friend John for use of his labtop to complete the FAQ
To all those that read this, I hope you enjoyed this

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