Bors: Astolfo... I think you should...restrain a little from your drinking. There are others watching, and you are setting a bad example.
Astolfo: Hey, Bors...
Astolfo: I'm sorry...about Lord Hector...
Astolfo: I heard there was a traitor in the Lycia Alliance... If I'd have gotten off my lazy ass and had been doing my job properly, that wouldn't have happened... Lord Hector would never have lost...as long as he had the right information...
Bors: ...... It is not your fault.
Astolfo: And, you know... The rebellion. It was obvious that it was going to break out...and still I couldn't do anything. Heh, talk about being totally worthless... You all must feel sorry for Lord Hector...having such a useless spy like me... Haha...ha...
Astolfo: Eh...? Oh, Bors. Come on, have a drink with me...
Bors: Stop blaming yourself.
Bors: We lost Lord Hector. The responsibility lies in all of us. But... Still...we must not look back to the past. We must move forward. We have to make the dream that Lord Hector couldn't fulfill come true. And we need you for that, Astolfo.
Astolfo: ...... You...why? Why do you...defend a drunken, useless wretch like me...?
Bors: That is because you are a knight of Ostia.
Astolfo: ...A knight? Who...me?
Bors: Although you have not been officially knighted... You fought with your life to defend Lord Hector. That is more than enough to make you a loyal knight. At least I think so.
Astolfo: ...... ...Bo...rs... I... (Note: He's supposed to be crying, but it's pretty hard to express in English)
Bors: Astolfo, let us walk the path...and fulfill the dream of our master.
Bors: Because I wanted to protect those I love with this armor.
Barthe: I see.
Bors: What about you?
Barthe: I became an Armor Knight because they are the strongest fighters. I believe that in a 1 on 1 battle, no other unit can match the Armor Knight. ...Which is probably why I couldn't protect Lady Lilina against a large horde...
Bors: That again?
Barthe: That happened because I wasn't strong enough. If I had enough power to stop the rebellion all on my own, I would not have allowed the situation to get out of hand. I must become stronger still.
Bors: ...I see. ...Then you are to become a spear stronger than any other. And I shall become a shield tougher than any other.
Barthe: A spear and a shield...
Bors: Let us together make the way for the lives that we shall lead in the future.
Ogier: I heard from Sir Barthe, but you have beaten even him once, right?
Bors: Yes. Just once, in a martial arts tournament held in Ostia.
Ogier: What was the battle like?
Bors: Well... To tell the truth, I actually don't remember very well.
Ogier: What? Was the battle with Sir Barthe so boring that you don't even remember?
Bors: That's not it. It was because I don't fight for the sake of fighting. That time I was forced to participate, and I wasn't interested in the tournament itself. So I've already forgotten most of what happened in it.
Bors: Ogier, there must always be a cause in battle. You must never fight for the sake of fighting.