Heroes of Light and Shadow Base 6 (F)

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(Frey C)
Chris:
Sir Frey, can I ask you one thing?

Frey:
What is it, Chris?

Chris:
I want to learn about Gharnef... the Dark Pontifex.

Frey:
Alright. I'll tell you what I know... However, why come to me when there are people far more knowledgeable about this subject than I?

Chris:
That's because you're a teacher to us new knights, sir.

Frey:
Well, originally I wasn't well suited to teaching, but... Because of how things turned out, I ended up being your lecturer.

Chris:
Is that so? It seemed like you were used to teaching...

Frey:
Not at all. It's just that Sir Cain showed more strength and skill... And Sir Abel, while competent, had already left the knighthood. Meanwhile, Sir Draug and Sir Gordin don't quite have the personalities fit for an instructor.

Chris:
So that's why you were designated as instructor, Sir Frey? Was it hard teaching?

Frey:
Yes, it was. Not all pupils are good learners. I knew it was a troublesome task, but I hate seeing others struggle... So I figured I could do that much.

Chris:
So you're sort to carry the burden yourself, Sir Frey.

Frey:
Haha, perhaps it's as you say.

(Frey B)
Frey:
...And then, Prince Marth triumphed against Gharnef's Imhullu spell by using Starlight. Starlight was the only magic capable of felling Gharnef.

Chris:
I see...

Frey:
The sun is about to set. Shall we end today's lecture now?

Chris:
Yes, thank you.

Frey:
Good. Then, we'll continue tomorrow or... Ugh...

Chris:
Sir Frey! Are you all right? Frey:
I'm sorry, I twisted my ankle. It seems I've gotten old.

Chris:
...Ah!? Sir Frey, what is that scar...?

Frey:
...It's an old wound. It just hurts sometimes, it's no big deal.

Chris:
But... If that's not a big deal, then what is? It looks terrible... How did you come to suffer such a wound? Please tell me!

Frey:
I see your habit of asking me anything and everything has struck again... Oh well, this wound... is from way back.

Chris:
You mean, from the previous war...?

Frey:
No, even before that... This is a wound I suffered so that the young Prince Marth could escape...

(Frey A)
Chris:
Sir Frey! I spoke to Sir Jagen. He told me about your wound...

Frey:
...

Chris:
You took that wound when Prince Marth, still a child, was forced to escape Altea Castle... In the jaws of death, surrounded by enemies, you alone became a decoy, in order to protect Prince Marth... And then... You took such a serious wound, it's shocking that you're still alive...

Frey:
... I believe the enemy struck me down and left me for dead. Actually, it was a miracle that I was still alive... After countless days at the brink of death, I came about, but without my memories, and so lived a long time as another identity... My memories lost and my body wounded... Until I had fully recovered and returned to Prince Marth, well... a few years had already passed...

Chris:
Why were you the decoy, Sir Frey?

Frey:
It wasn't just me. Everyone there was ready to become a decoy as well. However... That's right. It was just like when I became an instructor. I felt it'd be a pity if any of the others had to be sacrificed. So, I figured I could do that much...

Chris:
No way...! How could you even think that...?

Frey:
Chris...?

Chris:
Sir Frey... your resolve is laudable. But... Please take more care of yourself. Think of your own happiness too, Sir Frey. Otherwise, you'll be...

Frey:
Chris... I'm sorry. For making you, my student, worry... I am a failure of a teacher.

Chris:
You can say that again. Sir Frey, you're always overfilling your pails with other peoples' burdens. Though my words will probably do nothing to convince you otherwise...

Frey:
It's in my nature, after all.

Chris:
In that case, from now on, I shall share half of your burdens, Sir Frey. Please allow me to carry them. Please... Don't carry everything by yourself, Sir Frey...

Frey:
Chris... Very well. Let's do it your way.

Chris:
You promised.

Frey:
Yes, I promise.

(Gordin C)
Gordin:
Hmmm...

Chris:
Sir Gordin, is something troubling you?

Gordin:
Oh, hey Chris. It's nothing important, but... Chris, how do I look?

Chris:
Huh? I'm not exactly the best person to ask for fashion advice...

Gordin:
No, I was just thinking... I've never really had any presence.

Chris:
Presence? You mean, like Sir Jagen?

Gordin:
Yeah, the kind of presence people recognize from a glance: the kind that makes you nervous even when you've done no wrong. I've got a kiddy face, so I don't look like a senior knight much. The worst part is when I look even younger than you...

Chris:
Indeed...

Gordin:
It was like that the last time I watched the new knights training. When the young apprentice knights passed by me in the castle, they'd say "you do your best, too!" I can't help but think they mistook me for an apprentice like themselves...

Chris:
S-so you've experienced that.

Gordin:
That's not all, some even wanted me run errands for them... Because of things like that, I want to become respected. Chris, could you tell me if you ever find a good way?

(Gordin B)

Gordin:
Chris! Training again today, huh?

Chris:
S-sir Gordin?

Gordin:
Good work! That's what an Altean knight is made of! But don't think I'll be left in the dust!

Chris:
... ...What's the matter? Do you have a fever?

Gordin:
What? No... Sorry. Was I really that weird?

Chris:
If you must ask... Yes, you were.

Gordin:
I-I knew it... I thought I'd become more dignified by changing the way I speak... So I tried to mimic the tone of a senior knight I respect, but...

Chris:
I see...

Gordin:
I guess I really can't be somebody I'm not. Chris, do you have any ideas on what I should try next?

Chris:
Hmm... What do you think about changing your looks?

Gordin:
Hey, good idea. I should make myself look more imposing... Maybe I ought to grow a beard. Chris, do you think I'll look dignified with a beard?

Chris:
... ...Pff!

Gordin:
D-did you laugh? You imagined me with a beard and laughed, didn't you?

Chris:
S-sorry. I didn't mean...

Gordin:
No, it's fine. I guess it really wouldn't suit me... What am I supposed to do...?

(Gordin A)

Gordin:
Hey, Chris. You training too?

Chris:
Yes, are you as well, Sir Gordin?

Gordin:
Yes. I decided to leave the "presence" matter for now, and do my best on training. I figured that if I became more useful in battle, I'd naturally look more imposing.

Chris:
So that's why. I noticed you've been fighting far better as of late, Sir Gordin.

Gordin:
R-really? That makes me happy. So do I look dignified now?

Chris:
Not really.

Gordin:
I-I see...

Chris:
However, isn't it fine for you to stay like this, Sir Gordin?

Gordin:
Eh?

Chris:
I think your approachability is a quality others lack. I, too, feel at ease when you're by my side, Sir Gordin. I believe the reason they greeted you, being anxious new knights themselves, was because you left them at ease.

Gordin:
I-is that so?

Chris:
Yes. Also, when people have worries that they find hard to divulge... They feel like they can discuss them with you, Sir Gordin. For instance, say... If somebody is distressed about love... Were they to thoughtlessly talk to Sir Jagen about their problems...

Gordin:
Ahaha, that wouldn't do. He'd flay them alive! I can hear him already:
"You forget your duty as a knight!" You're right! B-but keep this a secret from Sir Jagen, would you? Don't tell him I said that. If this leaks out, he'd flay ME alive...

Chris:
Heehee. You have my word, Sir Gordin....

(Julian C)
Chris:
Sir Julian, I see you're heading out. May I ask where to?

Julian:
Just as I'd expect from Prince Marth's knight. You caught onto me quickly. The truth is, I was going to secretly gather information. I want to find clues as to where Lena might be.

Chris:
I see... Sister Lena was your special someone, wasn't she?

Julian:
Yeah. I used to be a common thief, but thanks to her I turned over a new leaf. I don't care what happens to me. I just want to see her smile again...

Chris:
Sir Julian... If you'd allow me, please let me help too.

Julian:
Huh? Is that alright?

Chris:
Yes. That desire to do something for those precious to you is something I know well.

(Julian B)
Julian:
Say, Chris. There's something I really want to ask of you. I wonder if you could teach me how to fight?

Chris:
How to fight? But Sir Julian, you're a thief... Rather than battle, you'd do better staying in the rear, opening chests and doors...

Julian:
Yes, you're right. But, I want to become stronger. Strong enough to protect Lena.

Chris:
Sir Julian...

Julian:
Ever since Lena disappeared, I've looked frantically for her everywhere... I even asked people who chanced to see her. According to them, when Lena was taken by the heretic bishops... she had a sad look on her face.

Chris:
What does that mean...?

Julian:
They didn't put her to sleep. Or use some spell to control her. That time, I wasn't far from her. Had Lena screamed, I'd have noticed for sure. But, she didn't. That's because she knew I'd be no match for them even if I rushed out to help. Were I a much stronger man, Lena wouldn't have been kidnapped. Knowing that, I just can't forgive myself...

Chris:
...

(Julian A)
Chris:
Sir Julian. It's good to train, but don't overdo it...

Julian:
Thanks. But, I don't want to fail again. So...

Chris:
Sir Julian, I understand why you'd blame yourself for Miss Lena's tragedy. But, I was thinking. Don't you think Miss Lena wouldn't seek your help even if you were stronger?

Julian:
Come again?

Chris:
It's possible that... Miss Lena just didn't want to see you in danger. So she chose to sacrifice herself instead of seeing someone else getting hurt... I don't know her, but that's the kind of woman I imagine from you. Am I off the mark?

Julian:
... Mmm... Yeah, that's just how Lena is. Always, she's thinking of others.... Instead of herself...

Chris:
Sir Julian... I'll help you. Let's bring Miss Lena back together. After listening to your story, I now wish to meet Miss Lena.

Julian:
Why, of course. If you meet Lena, I'm sure you'll get along with her too, Chris. She's as kind as an angel, after all...

(Castor C)
Castor:
Ooh... I'm in trouble. I'm in big trouble...

Chris:
Sir Castor? What's the problem?

Castor:
Oh, Chris. The truth is, because of me mother's sickness, I'm short on money...

Chris:
Oh! That's troublesome indeed. This isn't much, but please accept this gold.

Castor:
Unh, this is pretty much the first time we've met and yet you're so kind to me... Thank you so much!

Chris:
Don't mention it, helping those in trouble is a knight's duty.

Castor:
Chris... No, Mistress Chris! You have saved me life. I offer me life to you!

Chris:
...While I appreciate the thought, you don't need to be that happy...

Castor:
No! Unless you accept me life as your own, I don't know how I can calm down!

Chris:
...I understand your feelings, Sir Castor. However, I am a mere knight. If you want to offer your life, then you should swear fealty to my liege, instead.

Castor:
B-by liege, you mean...

Chris:
Yes, Prince Marth. Then, without delay...

Castor:
P-please wait a moment. I'm, er, not quite ready...

Castor:
...Ooh, er... What did I tell Prince Marth that time I got gold from him again...?

Chris:
Sir Castor?

Castor:
Uwah, no, it's nothin'! I-I'm sorry, I just remembered I have some urgent business to take care of, so please excuse me!

Chris:
Ah, Sir Castor? Didn't you need the gold...?

(Castor B)
Chris:
Sir Castor.

Castor:
Eeyaah!? Mistress Chris!?

Chris:
I couldn't give you gold the other day. Please take this.

Castor:
Oh, yes, thank you so much. ...Then, if you'll excuse me.

Chris:
Come, let us go together to Prince Marth.

Castor:
Eeeeeerr... Ah... Alright, I'll be honest. I have no trouble pledgin' meself to you, Mistress Chris. But Prince Marth is too, er, noble, and it makes me nervous...

Chris:
I see... Then, how about Sir Jagen?

Castor:
Si-Sir Jagen!?

Chris:
Yes, I'm sure he'll have no objections. Which reminds me, I think there was a young man who offered his life to Sir Jagen the other day. Apparently, he said his grandmother was sick, and so was in desperate need of gold...

Castor:
E-eh...

Chris:
So, when Sir Jagen gave him gold, he offered his life in return... That's a heartwarming tale, isn't it...?

Castor:
It sure is, hahaha...

Chris:
Therefore, I'm sure he'll accept you kindly, Sir Castor. Here, come with me...

Castor:
I-I-I'm sorry, I have another urgent business... Either way, I'm givin' this back to you!

Chris:
Sir Castor...?

(Castor A)
Chris:
Sir Castor. It seems to me that you've been behaving oddly since the other day... Don't tell me you're hiding something from me and Prince Marth?

Castor:
Eeeeeerr... Of course not, hahaha... I'm sorry, Mistress Chris. Truth be told, I'm terrible at makin' pledges in front of people...

Chris:
I see. Then, how about this...? You make your pledge inside your heart and protect Prince Marth from the shadows, together with me?

Castor:
Y-yes, that sounds good to me!

Chris:
Excellent! Then, you'll be training together with me, starting tomorrow.

Castor:
T-trainin'?

Chris:
Yes. We wake up before dawn, then first we run ten laps around the base, followed by a thousand sword swings...

Castor:
E-err... I did say I would offer me life... But I'm not doin' that for Prince Marth...

Chris:
...... ...What did you just say?

Castor:
N-no, nothing, I was jokin'! Long live Prince Marth! Me life is Prince Marth's!

Chris:
How wonderful. You're just the kind of person I thought you were, Sir Castor.

Castor:
T-things have gotten rather complicated...

(Ryan C)
Chris:
Oh right, you're Sir Gordin's little brother, aren't you, Ryan?

Ryan:
Yes. I signed up to become a knight because I wanted to be like Brother.

Chris:
I remember you met every now and then during our apprentice days. I thought it was nice you had someone close to you...

Ryan:
Don't you have siblings, Chris?

Chris:
Well, no... That's why I'm a little envious. What's it like having someone close to you who's around the same age?

Ryan:
Hmm... Well, my brother's always been in my life so it's hard to describe it. Oh, but whenever I argued with my parents or friends... I liked it when Brother stuck up for me.

Chris:
Teehee. Sounds like a nice family. I see. So you quarrel too, Ryan.

Ryan:
...N-not anymore though.

(Ryan B)
Ryan:
Apparently Mother and Father wanted to have a girl. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a big sister.

Chris:
I understand that feeling. What if I had a sibling...? That question often crosses my mind. I wanted a brother, maybe. A younger one.

Ryan:
Really?

Chris:
Yes. If I had a little brother, I think I'd pamper him a lot.

Ryan:
It'd be nice if you were my big sister, Chris. Then us three would be siblings....

Chris:
Heehee, you're right. Had I been born in your family, Ryan... I think we'd make good siblings.

Ryan:
Yes, I can picture it. If I had a big sister who's strong and pretty like you, Chris, I'd brag about you to everyone.

(Ryan A)
Chris:
Ryan, what are you doing?

Ryan:
I'm writing a letter to my family back home. Though it'll be a long time before I can send it. I wonder if Mother and Father are alright...?

Chris:
You should take a break once this war is over, then. You ought to go home and spend some quality time with your family.

Ryan:
Yeah, I want to. Won't you go back home, Chris?

Chris:
Mmm. Ever since grandfather passed away, there's nobody home anyway... So, if I'm there all alone, I'm only going to feel lonely.

Ryan:
Er, then, why don't you come to my home?

Chris:
Your home?

Ryan:
Well, yes. If it's okay with you... I think of you as a big sister, Chris.

Chris:
Thanks, Ryan. I love your idea. If you don't think I'm a bother, then I would like to visit...

Ryan:
Yes, I'm sure my family will be happy to meet you too.

(Cord C)
Chris:
You are... Sir Cord, right?

Cord:
Oh, you know about me?

Chris:
Huh? Why, of course.

Cord:
I see, you show some promise. Even though Bord and I look completely different, people get us mixed up all the time. It kinda bothers me.

Chris:
Yes, I think I can understand that.

Cord:
True, we're both mercenaries from Talys, and we're both woodcutters.

Chris:
I see you talk alike, too.

Cord:
Yeah, well I guess. But we're totally different. For instance, err... That's right, our faces! I've got the more handsome face, doncha agree?

Chris:
Handsome...?

Cord:
Yeah, take a goood look at my face. He can't deny it either. You, too, remembered I was Cord 'cause I'm more handsome, right? If you remember Cord's the handsome one, then you'll know who's who right away!

Chris:
I-indeed...

(Cord B)
Cord:
That Bord can be a really nosy dude... A long time ago, when I was about to pummel ten bandits... He kept butting into my business, saying ten was too much and that I should stop.

Chris:
But, Sir Bord's advice sounds reasonable. Fighting ten by yourself is rather...

Cord:
Yeah, but y'see. The village was being ransacked. I didn't know that village. But I betcha, there were people living in peace there, just like in my village. And just thinking about those damn bandits crushing the people and their peace... I couldn't let that happen. You know that feeling, doncha?

Chris:
Yes, I know it well. I too would not allow the bandits to do harm.

Cord:
Oh, so you do get it. I could get along with you. Too bad I can't say the same of Bord.

(Cord A)
Cord:
But y'see, that Bord is really an annoying dude... Even if I wanted to, I can't get rid of him. He's always been my pal, see.

Chris:
Because you recognize each other's worth.

Cord:
Nonsense. You're kidding me, right? When we meet, we fight all the time. ...But, even that dude has got one good point. His camaraderie.

Chris:
Camaraderie...?

Cord:
Yeah, that's right. To him, long-time comrades are just like family--no, above family even. He wouldn't regret putting his life on the line for his friends. That's why he can't help but meddle in my matters. He'd never turn his back on his friends. No matter what. If something were to happen to me, he'd be there for me. That's why I can be so rash.

Chris:
As I thought. You really do recognize each other's worth.

Cord:
N-nonsense. Were you even listening to me?

(Navarre C)
Chris:
You're the Scarlet Swordsman, Navarre...

Navarre:
...

Chris:
Ah, please wait. There's something I must inform you. It's an order from Prince Marth...

Navarre:
...What is it?

Chris:
Yes. Starting now, I am to fight alongside you in the coming battles.

Navarre:
...Why must I fight with you?

Chris:
I don't know what Prince Marth has in mind, but it's probably related to the fact that you fight alone far too often... I believe he thought that you acting alongside someone would benefit our army as a whole.

Navarre:
...

Chris:
Sir Navarre, it is an honor for me to fight alongside you, a hero of the previous war. I look forward to working with you!

(Navarre B)
Chris:
Sir Navarre! So here you were.

Navarre:
...You again?

Chris:
Yes, it's me again. We've been meeting often lately, be it marching or in the battlefield. We might be able to get along better than I expected.

Navarre:
...

Chris:
W-why are you looking at me like I'm just chasing after you...?

Navarre:
...What's your business with me?

Chris:
Oh, yes. The truth is, I heard an unpleasant story the other day. That before you rescued Miss Feena, you used to be a bodyguard for bandits... Is there any truth in the story?

Navarre:
...Yes.

Chris:
W-why!? Why would somebody of your caliber lend a hand to villainous cutthroats...?

Navarre:
...

Chris:
Were you forced by circumstances? And therfore you had no choice...?

Navarre:
...There was no such thing. ...I'm no different from a bandit. I'm not like you.

Chris:
...Sir Navarre. No, that's wrong. We are the same. After all, you're in this army for Prince Marth's sake, are you not?

Navarre:
... ...Why do you think so?

Chris:
I know it just by looking at you. I haven't been chasing you for nothing.

Navarre:
...

Chris:
You aren't an evil person. However you've lived amongst bandits till now. And you were thus unwittingly dyed with evil. But you can still change that. I'm confident Prince Marth wishes that too. And if that's the case, I'm sure that's my mission.

Navarre:
...?

Chris:
Sir Navarre, I'll insist and persuade you until you're an honest man again!

Navarre:
Heh...

Chris:
Did I say something funny?

Navarre:
...You're softhearted like Prince Marth.

Chris:
What do you mean? Just like Prince Marth... Was that praise, I wonder? But... It was the first time I saw you smile, Sir Navarre.

Navarre:
... ...I'm going ahead.

Chris:
Ah, please wait, Sir Navarre!

(Navarre A)
Chris:
Sir Navarre, so we meet again.

Navarre:
...

Chris:
Because you're near me in the battlefield, I can fight without worries. We might become good comrades, I say.

Navarre:
...I had no intention of teaming up with you.

Chris:
I don't mind if you think that. But, I consider you a precious comrade of mine, Sir Navarre.

Navarre:
...

Chris:
Anyway, I must train now. I'll see you again later...

Navarre:
...Wait.

Chris:
Sir Navarre?

Navarre:
...Your right hand.

Chris:
Eh?

Navarre:
Your ring finger... looks to be injured. Get it treated... It'll be a hindrance in battle.

Chris:
Huh? Oh, you're right. I was so focused I didn't notice... Wait... Eeh!?

Navarre:
...?

Chris:
Sir Navarre... I can't believe it, don't tell me... Were you worried about me?

Navarre:
...

Chris:
Sir Navarre!! You've finally regained your rightful heart, have you not?

Navarre:
...You're loud.

Chris:
I feel so happy. My preaching of Prince Marth's justice and magnificence was fruitful!

Navarre:
...Be quiet.

Chris:
Sir Navarre, let's keep on doing our best for Prince Marth's sake!

Navarre:
......

(Ogma C)
Chris:
Sir Ogma.

Ogma:
Chris, huh...? What's wrong? You look serious.

Chris:
There something I'd like to ask you. Please let me... learn from you, Sir Ogma.

Ogma:
...I don't understand. You're a full-fledged knight, are you not? What do you seek from a mere mercenary?

Chris:
Sir Ogma, not only are you a hero from the previous war... But you saved Princess Yumina and Prince Yubello from an enemy castle, all by yourself. I don't think you're a "mere" mercenary.

Ogma:
Sorry, but find somebody else. I'm not someone who teaches others. ...I'm a man who can do nothing but fight.

Chris:
Then... I want you to fight me. Could I ask you to spar with me, one-on-one?

Ogma:
What...?

Chris:
My grandfather used to tell me this:
The best way of knowing somebody is fighting them. Through battle, you get to understand not just your opponent's techniques, but also their personalities and upbringing.

Ogma:
...I see. Your grandfather is correct. But, you realize this right? Once I start... I'm not going to play around.

Chris:
...I am prepared.

Ogma:
...Very well. Come.

(Ogma B)
Chris:
Sir Ogma...

Ogma:
What's wrong? Want another match? Our last battle... didn't reach a conclusion, after all.

Chris:
No, it was my loss. I know you were holding back when you took me by surprise... Otherwise, I doubt my body could stand in a battlefield ever again... It was a good lesson. The way you fight is completely different from a knight's...

Ogma:
Dirty fighting... you mean?

Chris:
...Perhaps I would have called it that, had you asked me before this. However, I couldn't do anything against that dirty fighting... Your fighting style, Sir Ogma, isn't that of a regular soldier. It's...

Ogma:
That of a gladiator... One who fights to the death for the pleasure of others. Blinding his opponents' eyes with sand, crushing their heads with a sword soaked in grease and blood... Roaring like a beast, crushing his opponents' flesh even when they move no longer... I was thrown into a place like that when I was still a kid, and battled my way through it.

Chris:
That's... ...I can't even begin to imagine. That place was probably even more terrible than a battlefield, wasn't it...?

Ogma:
It's a world you're better off not knowing. I don't wish to remember it either... But, you understand now, don't you? I am not a man you'd want to become...

(Ogma A)
Chris:
Sir Ogma!

Ogma:
...Chris, huh? What the hell are you planning?

Chris:
What do you mean?

Ogma:
Don't play dumb. Lately, in the battlefield, you've...

Chris:
Yes. I've been watching you and learning from your fighting.

Ogma:
I'm sure I already told you. I am a mercenary, and an ex-gladiator. I am a far cry from the chivalry you seek.

Chris:
Indeed... I thought so at first, too. That your strength lay in the fact you've fought your way through gladiatorial... lawless battles. But, having watched you long and well in hopes of stealing your techniques, I finally understood the truth. That you possess the same heart as us knights.

Ogma:
The same heart, you say?

Chris:
Yes. There is somebody inside your heart... And you fight for that person. Am I right?

Ogma:
...

Chris:
I don't know if it's loyalty or some other feeling... But you're offering your body and soul for that person. Much like a holy knight. And that's your true strength.

Ogma:
...

Chris:
My grandfather used to say this:
"He who fights for himself is strong indeed". "But, the truly strong are those who can fight for someone else"... Battle tells more about a person than words. Sir Ogma. I respect you, for you're a gladiator... With the heart of a knight.

Ogma:
...

Chris:
Therefore, I shall stay by your side. Please let me learn from you.

Ogma:
...An uninvited apprentice, is it? Do as you will.

Chris:
Yes, thank you very much!

(Radd C)
Chris:
Radd, you used to be a mercenary from Warren, correct?

Radd:
Yeah. I came with Caesar when he told me he accepted a job away from home. He's like a bro to me, so... I thought he'd appreciate it if I could help him, even a tiny bit!

Chris:
You wanted to help Sir Caesar?

Radd:
Yeah! I'd pull my load, earn some gold, and then... Oops, I nearly said too much.

Chris:
Huh?

Radd:
I almost forgot Caesar swore me to secrecy. So, I'm afraid I can't say any further.

Chris:
I see, then I won't pry. However, I'll pray for your success.

Radd:
Thanks. Chris, you're a nice girl.

(Radd B)
Radd:
Hmm, hmmm...

Chris:
Radd? What's wrong?

Radd:
Hm? Oh, Chris? Nothing, it's just that I was reading a book Caesar recommended me earlier, but... ...it doesn't make a lick of sense to me.

Chris:
What book were you reading? ...Oh, this? I've read this book. The Fundamentals of Tactics. It's a good book.

Radd:
Oh! How convenient. Then, please teach me all about it! It'd help if you could summarize the entire contents in a single phrase, if possible.

Chris:
That wouldn't benefit you at all. This is the kind of book you need to read again and again, until you understand it. It's no use just asking others and pretending like you get it.

Radd:
Bah. You sound just like Caesar. ...Why does it feel as though I've gotten yet another bro?

Chris:
That said, I'll teach you if there's any part you don't understand. You can ask me anything.

Radd:
Uh-huh, got it. I'll do my best and give it a shot! One page a day...

(Radd A)
Chris:
Say Radd, what are you planning to do once this war reaches its conclusion?

Radd:
I'll return to Warren. By then, I should have saved up enough money.

Chris:
I see. You refer to the secret from earlier.

Radd:
Yeah... Hmmm... Well, I reckon it's alright to tell you, Chris. I want to buy medicine for Caesar's lil' sister.

Chris:
...Is she unwell?

Radd:
Yes, and it's pretty serious. There's good medicine for her condition, but it's so expensive it's unreal. That's why I tagged along when Caesar said his next job took him far from home. Because Caesar's sister is like my sister.

Chris:
So that was it... But why keep it a secret?

Radd:
Caesar always told me. Fallible compassion and allies who try to take advantage of us... are things we must steer clear of. We're mercenaries, we can't afford trusting people. But Chris, you're special.

Chris:
Radd...

Radd:
Please don't tell anyone. I only told you because it's you.

Chris:
Yes, got it. It'll be our secret.

(Rickard C)
Chris:
You are Sir Julian's...

Rickard:
Buddy, yep! That's me, Master Rickard! Now your turn, who're you...?

Chris:
I am Chris, one of Prince Marth's Royal Guards...

Rickard:
...Meh, a knight. Then you've no business with me, right? Bye!!

Chris:
Ah, Sir Rickard?

(Rickard B)
Chris:
Cough, cough.

Rickard:
...What the, what're you doing? You've burnt it to a right crisp.

Chris:
Sir Rickard? My apologies, no matter how hard I try I just can't cook very well...

Rickard:
I can't watch this torture anymore. Gimme that, I'll do it for you.

Chris:
T-thank you...

Rickard:
Alright... there. But, why are you tryin' to cook, even though you're a knight? Can't you just leave it to an underlin'?

Chris:
No, you see... I want to learn how to do it properly. Besides, there's no superior or subordinate when it comes to cookery.

Rickard:
Heh... ...I thought all knights liked bossin' us around, but I see there are some like you, too.

Chris:
Oh? What did you mean?

Rickard:
It's nothin'. Hey, look, it's burnin' again.

Chris:
Ah... oh dear!

(Rickard A)
Chris:
Sir Rickard. About the food you made last time...

Rickard:
Oh, how'd it go down?

Chris:
When I served it to the squad, they were pleasantly surprised... Though I told them the truth straightaway.

Rickard:
You didn't hafta. You did most of the work anyway, Chris.

Chris:
Nonetheless... Thank you so much for your assistance.

Rickard:
I-I didn't do it for your sake, see. It's just that I'm good with my fingers, so I can do things a knight can't.

Chris:
Indeed. Sir Rickard, I'd love it if you could teach me again.

Rickard:
...You're a weirdo. Fine. Nobody likes eatin' burnt food, anyway.

(Wrys C)
Wrys:
Oh, if it isn't Dame Chris.

Chris:
Oh, Sir Wrys.

Wrys:
Thank you kindly for saving me from that predicament the other day.

Chris:
Don't mention it, I'm the one always getting myself wounded... I'm sorry for the trouble.

Wrys:
It's no trouble at all. Your daily growth always enthralls me, Dame Chris.

Chris:
T-thank you. You're making me a little embarrassed...

Wrys:
Hoho, looking at you brings back memories of the children at the monastery in Altea.

Chris:
There's a monastery in Altea...?

Wrys:
Yes, I built a small monastery after the last war. There are many delightful children there.

Chris:
Oh my gosh! That's wonderful...

Wrys:
The children there grow stronger with every passing day, living in harmony with nature. Just like you, Dame Chris.

Chris:
That's very kind of you.

Wrys:
Yes, even your naughty sides are akin...

Chris:
Eh? Pardon, Sir Wrys?

Wrys:
Oh, do excuse me.

(Wrys B)
Chris:
Sir Wrys.

Wrys:
Oh, hello Dame Chris.

Chris:
You were talking about the monastery in Altea, the other day...

Wrys:
Oh yes. I did tell you about that, didn't I?

Chris:
Could you tell me a bit more about it, if you don't mind?

Wrys:
I see... Alright. There's a bountiful sea near the monastery. The children often go play there.

Chris:
Sounds fun.

Wrys:
Yes. But since they're so energetic... they injure themselves often.

Chris:
Hmm and that's when you heal them with your staff, right Sir Wrys?

Wrys:
No, I don't do that.

Chris:
Pardon? Why not...?

Wrys:
Why are you befuddled, lass?

Wrys:
People are born with the power of healing their own wounds. A staff's power is merely a supplement to that natural healing. And, besides, children need to learn that getting hurt is dangerous... That is what I humbly believe.

Chris:
Yes... I agree with you too.

Wrys:
That's why I only heal them when it's absolutely required.

Chris:
I see... Sir Wrys. Thank you for this good story.

Wrys:
'Twas nothing, lass. If you like stories like these, I can tell them to you anytime.

(Wrys A)
Chris:
Ah, Sir Wrys.

Wrys:
Hello Dame Chris.

Chris:
Um, about the other day...

Wrys:
You speak of the monastery?

Chris:
Yes... There weren't many children around my age back in my village. So, as embarrassing as it might be, I'm deeply curious about the children at the monastery.

Wrys:
Oh. So that's the reason. Hmm... Dame Chris, might you have anything I could write on?

Chris:
Ah, yes. Please use this.

Wrys:
Thank you. Then, if you'll excuse me. ... Alright, done. Dame Chris, please take this.

Chris:
Is this... a map?

Wrys:
Yes. I've drawn directions to the monastery.

Chris:
Oh my!

Wrys:
If you wish, please come and visit at least once in your lifetime. I'm sure the children will be happy.

Chris:
Yes. Thank you very much!

Wrys:
Another naughty girl...

Chris:
Eh? ...Sir Wrys?

Wrys:
Oh, do excuse me.

(Luke C)

Luke's nickname for your Avatar
Chris the Ordinary	Captain Chris
Chris the Kind	Chris the Wise
Chris the Terrible	Chris the Beast
Chris the Sly	Chris the Timid
Chris the Wild	Masked Chris
Chris the Scarred	-

Chris:
Hah! Haah!

Luke:
Yo, Chris! Hm? Are you training alone?

Chris:
Yes, it's pretty much a habit by now.

Luke:
Man, you're pretty crazy. You're already so skilled, I'm sure you can afford to take a breather.

Chris:
No, I can't. I'd die of shame if I failed to protect Prince Marth because I lacked skill.

Luke:
I see... You do have a point. Alright! Then, Chris, duel with me!

Chris:
What's gotten into you all of a sudden?

Luke:
I'll train along with you! We'll have a competition to see who finishes first!

Chris:
Are you alright? I thought you hated training?

Luke:
Looking at you, I figured I just couldn't allow myself to stay in your shadow. I'm Prince Marth's knight, too. For his sake, I'll become much stronger!

Chris:
I see... Luke, my opinion of you has slightly risen now.

Luke:
Heh. Chris, don't fall in love with me!

Chris:
Oh, I wouldn't worry about that.

Luke:
Hey, what's that supposed to mean?

(Luke B)
Chris:
Luke.

Luke:
...Huff, puff... ...pantpant...

Chris:
Luke, are you listening? Let's continue training already.

Luke:
D-don't talk to me, please... I'm dying here... Thanks for... everything... It was... fun...

Chris:
What are you saying? We aren't even half done.

Luke:
Y-you're joking, right...? All this running, carrying and swinging weapons around... Any normal person would drop dead... H-hey, why do you look just fine...?

Chris:
That's because I'm accustomed to this since my childhood days.

Luke:
Y-you've been doing this training from hell since you were a kid...? You can't be a woman...

Chris:
Now, that's just rude.

Luke:
Scratch that, I'm starting to wonder if you're even human...

Chris:
Okay, you've gone too far now. Fine, if you can't move then I'll just have to drag you along.

Luke:
No... heeeeeelp...

(Luke A)
Luke:
Hah! Hah! Haah! Alright, I'm finished, Chris! What's next? Bring it on, I'll take on any training!

Chris:
This was the last bit of today's training.

Luke:
What? It's over? I-I did it... What do you think, Chris? I was able to keep up with your training.

Chris:
Yes, you were incredible, Luke. It's the first time you've been able to go on this long. And here I was convinced you were just going to complain again...

Luke:
Nah, I did complain. But you'd just drag me along regardless... But well, I have to thank you, Chris. Thanks.

Chris:
The pleasure was mine. It's as though you're somebody else on the battlefield of late. It might be time I learned from you instead.

Luke:
Heh. Chris, don't envy me!

Chris:
Oh, don't worry about that.

Luke:
Tch! Chris! Keep your eyes on me in the next battle! I'll show you my cool side again and again until you're sick of it! And before you realize, you'll have fallen for me already!

Chris:
Yes, I'm looking forward to it.

(Samto C)
Navarre:
Don't move...

Chris:
Ah!?

Navarre:
I don't care who... Tonight, my killing edge hungers for blood...

Chris:
Wha...

Navarre:
But... I'll let you live... I'll turn no blade of mine against a woman... Especially not one as beautiful as you.

Chris:
B-beautiful? What the? Don't tell me...! Sir Samto!?
Samto:
Huh? How curious. You had me figured.

Chris:
I knew it!

Samto:
What you reckon? I looked exactly like him didn't I? It's pretty nifty for getting out of sticky stituations as well, since everybody runs in fear once they catch a glimpse of me! I love it when the girls squeal too.

Chris:
That facade again...? I don't think Prince Marth will be happy to find you're just playing around.

Samto:
Oh, sorry 'bout that, but y'see... I'm not just playing around. I was serious when I said you're beautiful, Chris.

Chris:
Wha...!? P-please stop joking! If you'll excuse me!

Samto:
Oh, hey Chris. That look of embarrassment on her face was priceless. So she does have a cute side too!

(Samto B)
Samto:
That girl's sweet, but she's already taken. That one's too young. Way outta my range. That other one's kinda... too strong, I guess? But I could get used to that...

Chris:
...You've been muttering to yourself for quite some while... What about?

Samto:
Hm? Oh, I was just thinking there's a ton of cute girls in this army.

Chris:
Now that you mention it, I think you might be onto something. I can't believe I never noticed before.

Samto:
And, naturally, you're one of them, Chris.

Chris:
...Wha!? I-I am a mere knight, I discarded my womanhood long ago! I'm not cute or-or anything...!

Samto:
That reaction was pretty adorable, too.

Chris:
Y-you jest! ...E-excuse me!!

Samto:
Heey, Chris! ...She's gone. Did I tease her too much?

(Samto A)
Samto:
Heey, Chris baby.

Chris:
...

Samto:
Huh, you still angry? You're so innocent, Chris baby. But I adore that part of you too.

Chris:
...Oh no, I'm not angry anymore.

Samto:
Oh, that's a relief. Then, you wanna go somewhere?

Chris:
Sure... Will you accept my invitation for a sparring match?

Samto:
Sparring? Well, I got no trouble with that, but take it easy on me, 'kay? I might, um, kick the bucket if you're too serious on me, Chris baby...

Chris:
...We'll know when the time comes.

Samto:
Eh? Say what? Chris, your eyes are kinda scary... You sure you're not angry? 'Cause you look really angry.

Chris:
Teehee, why would I be angry...? Come over here!

Samto:
D-don't hurt me...! Gaaaaah!

(Caeda C)
Chris:
Hmm? What is this? It smells heavenly...

Caeda:
Oh my, Chris. What good timing. I tried to make stew with some leftovers. Would you like to try some?

Chris:
Princess Caeda, you've been cooking?

Caeda:
Yes. I do hope Marth enjoys what I've made.

Chris:
Oh, that is nice of you. Then, if you'll allow me... Ah! It's delicious! It tastes really good.

Caeda:
I'm glad you like it. Do you think Marth will like it too?

Chris:
Without a shadow of a doubt. It's delicious, after all. Though you're the princess of Talys, you're awfully skilled at cooking...

Caeda:
Well, I may be a princess, but my motherland Talys is just a small island nation surrounded by the sea. I played around outside a lot during my childhood days. I hear they often called me a tomboy.

Chris:
I see... I never would have guessed. Oh, by the way...

Caeda:
Hmm?

Chris:
Some time ago, you were our opponent during our training, Princess. I could scarcely believe a princess would fight us... I still remember my amazement at the time.

Caeda:
Oh yes. That time, everyone begged me to quit, but... I suppose I truly am a tomboy, after all?

(Caeda B)
Chris:
Oh, a heavenly smell again... Princess Caeda, are you cooking again?

Caeda:
Yes. Today, I made candy. I was thinking of sharing some with everyone... Here. This is for you, Chris.

Chris:
Thank you. Such an elaborately-crafted candy... I'm sure Prince Marth will be touched, too.

Caeda:
Heehee, thanks.

Chris:
...Maybe I should learn how to cook, too. If I could cook as well as you, Princess, then perhaps I could become a bit more lady-like, maybe...?

Caeda:
Are you bad at cooking, Chris?

Chris:
Sadly, yes. My grandfather told me when I was a child that my cooking tasted like steel...

Caeda:
Oh my gosh.

Chris:
Many times I'd attempt to cook, but... Grandfather always stopped me. When I told him I would become the world's strongest, he'd tell me:
"I'm sure you can do it." But when I said I wanted to make dinner, he'd say: "If you must insist, then you must strike me down first"... just like that.

Caeda:
Oh my.

Chris:
Since I was raised like a boy... I don't know how to anything girly. But, I think it'd be wonderful if I could make candies and share them with others as presents...

Caeda:
Gosh. Chris, don't tell me you have eyes for someone?

Chris:
N-no, there's no such person!

Caeda:
You don't need to be embarrassed. We're both girls, remember.

Chris:
Eh-heh, I'm no good with this sort of thing...

(Caeda A)
Chris:
Princess Caeda, it smells good.

Caeda:
Oh, then it should be done already. Could you please open it?

Chris:
Wow... Amazing, I can't believe I made this candy...

Caeda:
It's very well done, Chris. Come, let's taste it.

Chris:
Yes!

Caeda:
Then, I shall have one. Oh! This is, how should I say...

Chris:
W-what is it?

Caeda:
... ...Chris, don't worry about this. I believe people mature by repeating mistakes...

Chris:
You don't need to be so polite. You can just say it's bad... D-does it really taste like steel...?

Caeda:
A-a little. No, perhaps not just a little, but... It's alright, Chris. I'm sure you'll do it well someday.

Chris:
Yes, I'll do my best. You have my thanks, Princess. It brings me great joy learning from somebody like you...

Caeda:
Your thanks is undeserved. I, too, enjoy the time I spend with you. You may put up a serious front, but you can be rather cute in your own way... Chris, I like you.

Chris:
Princess...

Caeda:
Say, Chris. Stay my friend forever. Someday, when this war is over and peace returns... Wouldn't it be nice if we could spend our time... like this, the three of us...?

Chris:
Truly...

(Warren C)
Chris:
Oh, Warren. Where did you go? I haven't seen you around for a while...

Warren:
To the forest.

Chris:
Forest?

Warren:
I'm a hunter, after all.

Chris:
Huh? C-could you come back here? Warren:
...Huh, oh sorry. You weren't finished speaking...

Chris:
I'm glad you understand. I thought you didn't like me.

Warren:
Nah. It's just that I'm used to being alone. I'm not good at talking...

Chris:
I see. But, I heard you're acquaintanced with Dame Catria?

Warren:
Yeah... A long time ago, I treated Catria's pegasus after an accident.

Chris:
I see, so that's how you met...

Chris:
Dame Catria told me. That you're a blunt, but gentle... Wait, what? He's gone again... Oh dear, does he not like me after all...?

(Warren B)
Chris:
Hello, Warren.

Warren:
Oh, so it's you.

Chris:
Can we talk like before? I want to know more about you. We're comrades-in-arms, after all.

Warren:
...Sure, I don't mind.

Chris:
You said you're a hunter. So, how is a hunter's life? I'm from the countryside as well, but I spent all my time training with my grandfather...

Warren:
...

Chris:
Y-you don't like talking to me, do you?

Warren:
Nah, that ain't it. Sorry for giving you the wrong idea. But, I'm not used to talking. I dunno how to start...

Chris:
For instance, did you always hunt alone?

Warren:
Yeah, always alone. I'd hunt small game in the forest, but sometimes I'd ascend the snowy mountains to catch the big ones... If a blizzard came, I'd dig a hole and wait there until it stopped snowing. For days even...

Chris:
What did you do to pass the time?

Warren:
Nothing at all. Just wait.

Chris:
Staying alone, doing nothing for days...? I don't think I'd be able to stand that.

Warren:
That's because I'm used to being alone. My usual life is like that too.

Chris:
Don't you have a family?

Warren:
Nope. I live alone in the forest. I hunt what I need in the forest, and live in a hut deep inside. If there isn't any business... I spend years without seeing anyone.

Chris:
But, don't you feel lonely?

Warren:
Catria asked me that too, back then... But I don't really know what feeling lonely means. I've been alone as far as I remember. Being alone was a given. So, I never felt anything about it.

Chris:
I see...

Warren:
Even if everyone else disappeared from this world... It wouldn't change a thing for me. And on the other hand, if I were to disappear from this world... It wouldn't change a thing for the world, either.

Chris:
You're mistaken, Warren. We're comrades. If you were to disappear, I would be sad.

Warren:
...

Chris:
So, don't disappear suddenly.

Warren:
...Don't worry. I don't plan to.

(Warren A)
Chris:
Warren, what are your plans when this war is over?

Warren:
Same as before. Live as a hunter.

Chris:
I see...

Warren:
... But... My feelings might have changed.

Chris:
Huh?

Warren:
It's something I've never felt before... I feel like I'll have a hard time parting with you once this war ends. Chris, I want to talk to you again. That's how I feel.

Chris:
Warren...

Warren:
We stuck together for a long time. I believe I've gotten to know why people feel lonely. People don't feel lonely because they're alone... but because they've become alone. Parting from a precious companion feels lonely. That's what I've learned...

Chris:
Warren... Then we should definitely meet again. After this war is over. Let us meet again and again.

Warren:
Yeah... let's.

(Yubello C)
Yubello:
Unh... Sniff...

Chris:
Prince Yubello? What's the matter?

Yubello:
Oh, you're Chris...

Chris:
You're trembling like a leaf... Can you tell me what happened? Don't tell me the enemy...

Yubello:
N-no, that isn't it. It's just that... I... I get scared when I think of battle... And when I remember I'll have to step in the battlefield again, I can't stop trembling...

Chris:
Prince Yubello...

Yubello:
Y-you see, I have never been in a battle before... I'm scared. Of battle, of dying... I'm very, very scared...

Chris:
Prince Yubello, everyone fears death. There is no shame in that. Stay by my side from now on. If we fight together, we'll reassure each other.

Yubello:
Y-yes... Thanks.

(Yubello B)
Yubello:
Say, why are you so strong, Chris?

Chris:
Me, strong? No, I'm still far from strong...

Yubello:
But, from my viewpoint, you're amazingly strong, Chris. And not only strong in battle, but in heart, too...

Chris:
In heart?

Yubello:
We're at war, right? We might suddenly die in the battlefield tomorrow... And yet, you're fighting bravely, Chris. How can I become strong like you, Chris?

Chris:
Hmm... People grow stronger when they have something to protect.

Yubello:
Something to protect...?

Chris:
Yes. I am one of Prince Marth's Royal Guards. My duty is to protect him. If it's to protect him, I'll fear no battle. This strength isn't just mine, I can become strong because Prince Marth is there.

Yubello:
I see...

Chris:
Do you have someone you want to protect, Prince Yubello?

Yubello:
Me? Who do I want to protect...?

(Yubello A)
Chris:
Prince Yubello, I see you're enthusiatic. Are you practising today, as well?

Yubello:
Oh yes. Since my body is weak, I need to make more effort than the others. The training routine you've taught me is really strict, Chris, but...

Chris:
Don't force yourself too much. It'll hinder you in battle.

Yubello:
Yes, thank you. Chris, I'm not afraid anymore.

Chris:
Prince Yubello...

Yubello:
Of course, I'd be lying if I said I'm not afraid of battle at all, but... More importantly, I want to become stronger. Until now, I couldn't do anything by myself... I've always been relying on someone else. Lorenz, Yumina, Ogma, and you, Chris... I was just being protected by everyone. I want to become able to live on even if everyone is gone. I want to become much stronger... I want to protect those who protected me.

Chris:
A wise decision, Prince Yubello. You've become strong.

Yubello:
Thanks. It's all thanks to you, Chris. I'll keep on doing my best from now on!