With Lukas Edit

C support Edit

  • Lukas: ...Forsyth? I'm sorry, are you...reading?
  • Forsyth: ...Ah! Oh, um... Hello Lukas!
  • Lukas: It strikes me as unwise for you to have your head in a book at a time like this.
  • Forsyth: Y-yes, you're probably right. But I swear I'm paying attention to the battle! Please don't tell sir Clive about this.
  • Lukas: Peace, friend. I was just looking out for you. If I may, which literary work has so enraptured your interest?
  • Forsyth: Oh this? It's an old tactical codex. My father lent it to me when I left home. ...Well, it's more like I took it. My father is a scholar, so I spent my childhood surrounded by books.
  • Lukas: Really? I didn't know. That must have been wonderful. I do enjoy a good page-turner.
  • Forsyth: Yes, I've noticed you're something of an avid reader.
  • Lukas: Guilty as charged. My father wouldn't have it though. He insisted I train in the arts of war. What I wouldn't have given for just one full curled up with a good book.
  • Forsyth: Really? Well, that' way to look at it. I suppose. ......

B support Edit

  • Lukas: Forsyth, do you have a moment?
  • Forsyth: Of course! What is it, Lukas?
  • Lukas: Remember when I was telling you about my father forcing me to train? I couldn't help but notice it upset you. So I was hoping to clear the air.
  • Forsyth: Er, sorry. Was it that obvious? Well all right. We can clear the air. Let's see... How do I put this... Since I was small, all I ever wanted was to become a knight. But my father insisted I wield a pen, and barred me from the sword or lance.
  • Lukas: Ah, so ewe were quite different.
  • Forsyth: I would have given anything for the opportunities your father gave you. So it hurt when you said you'd rather read. Books are easy to find, after all.
  • Lukas: Heh heh. Well, I still would have gladly traded places with you. Whoever dealt life's cards was clearly in his cups.
  • Forsyth: Ha ha. Indeed.

A support Edit

  • Lukas: *sigh* Really, Forsyth? Reading in the heat of battle again? One day this will get you killed.
  • Forsyth: Wagh! Lukas! What a surprise! ...You look well.
  • Lukas: Mm-hmm. What are you reading today?
  • Forsyth: Oh this old time? Merely a chronicle of Zofian history. I started mixing up my reading list after our last chat.
  • Lukas: Really? Why is that?
  • Forsyth: You convinced me I was being a fool. As a boy, I told myself the only books I had use for were combat manuals. i passed up countless valuable lessons Just to prove a point to my father. Now I'm trying to serve as lieutenant to Sir Clive, and look at me! Every day is a painful reminder of just how little I actually know.
  • Lukas: Nonsense. ...Though if it makes you feel better, I have just as many regrets. Every time I barely escape with my life in battle, I curse myself for not taking my early training more seriously. But at least time is on our side. It's never to late to learn, after all.
  • Forsyth: You're right—a warrior can be a scholar as well. ...You know what Lukas? I'm going to KEEP reading this book. And if the enemy comes at me. I'll be ready to stab them with KNOWLEDGE!
  • Lukas: Heh heh. If they don't knight you for that, then something is clearly wrong.

With Clive Edit

C support Edit

  • Forsyth: Wait... Is that him? It is! Sir Clive! Sir Cliiive!
  • Clive: Ah, Forsyth. How fare you?
  • Forsyth: Never better, sir! I could take on a whole army, so I could! Just watch as I secure a grand victory in your name, sir!
  • Clive: Splendid. Er, but while I appreciate your enthusiasm, I have a small request: Please DO NOT run headlong into the enemies ranks again. How many times now have we had to save you because you got separated?
  • Forsyth: Eeep! Yes, sir. S-sorry, sir. I will strive to do better see! And if I fail to learn my lesson. then I am prepared to die a warrior's death for my mistakes!
  • Clive: Let us hope it does nor come to that. You know, you have tremendous talent, Forsyth. but you are far too tense. Perhaps you should loosen up.
  • Forsyth: L-loosen up, sir? A-all right, sir! I'll work on that right away!! Just watch how loose I can be!
  • Clive: ...Perhaps I am wasting my time.

B SupportEdit

  • Clive: Ah, Forsyth. You're in fine form today.
  • Forsyth: Sir Clive! Never fear—I intend to slay as many foes as possible in your good name! Long live the Deliverance, and three huzzahs for sir Clive!
  • Clive: h, yes. Very Good. Listen, Forsyth... I couldn't help but eavesdrop when you and Python were talking. You DO know that you can speak to me as you do him, yes?
  • Forsyth: Forgive me, sir, but I'm not certain that I grasp your meaning.
  • Clive: With Python, you open up and speak your mind. You're friendly. Relaxed. That's what I meant when I said you can loosen up. Just treat me the same as you would Python.
  • Forsyth: EXACTLY the same, sir?
  • Clive: Uhhh... Right. Never mind then.

A SupportEdit

  • Forsyth: Sir Clive?
  • Clive: Forsyth, what's wrong? You look distressed. What happened to your usual vim and vigor?
  • Forsyth: I'm sorry, sir. I tried to do as you said. And I mean, I tried EVERYTHING. But I just can't seem to make it work.
  • Clive: What are you talking about?
  • Forsyth: You know. Being...loose. You asked me to treat you the same way as I do Python, remember? But the only way I could do it was to treat Python with MORE respect. And the filthy things that man says! ...We ended up coming to blows. Lukas had to step in and pull us apart. How can I ever treat him like you?
  • Clive: I...think you may have approached the problem the wrong way.
  • Forsyth: Sir Clive, why can't things just stay the way they are? You're the land's finest knight—a symbol of everything I've ever admired. And I know this is strange considering how long we've fought together, but I still get excited every time I have a chance to speak with you. If I seem tense or get carried away, it's probably because of that. Do you know what I mean?
  • Clive: Ah! Now we're getting somewhere.
  • Forsyth: Er...we are
  • Clive: You're finally starting to open up! Just don't overthink it, all right? Also I assure you that I'm not worthy of such levels of admiration. You've seen all the terrible mistakes I've made. I feel guilty being put on anyone's pedestal.
  • Forsyth: Nonsense, sir! True, losing Zofia Castle was a blow, and we've seen our share of failures. But I've watched you closely. Every time, you picked yourself up, dusted yourself off, and kept going. You're the reason we all still have hope! I WANT to put you on my pedestal! I want you pedestaled! Because it's my faith in you that gives me the courage to fight without fear. I know Alm may be our leader now...but you're still the banner we look to. You should remember that, sir.
  • Clive: I shall. Thank you, Forsyth. And forgive for asking you to change who you are. I realize now that you're already the sort of man the Deliverance needs.
  • Forsyth: Y-you mean it, sir? Oh, thank you! You honor me!

With Python Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Forsyth: Python! Ho, Python!
  • Python: Crivens, here he comes again... What is it now, Forsyth?
  • Forsyth: Don't give me that innocent mummery act! Do you think I'm not watching you? Sir Alm and the others are fighting five times as hard as you are! You're barely even pretending to try! Have you no honor or shame?
  • Python: Shame? ...Nope, sorry. Not feeling it. But good on that lot for keeping at it!
  • Forsyth: You know, it's high past time I told you a number of—
  • Python: Whoops, here comes the enemy! Gotta skedaddle now. Ta-ta!
  • Forsyth: Python! Come back here at once!
  • Forsyth: He simply does not get it...

B SupportEdit

  • Forsyth: Python.
  • Python: Oy, gods! It's after me again! Won't someone save poor Python?
  • Forsyth: I am not an "it," you daft fool! Why can't you take things seriously?
  • Python: Er...because I'm more effective when I don't?
  • Forsyth: Oh, you needn't tell me twice. I'm well aware of how you function in this world. No goals. No passion. Just flitting around while doing the bare minimum. Your life must be so horribly empty.
  • Python: It's pretty grand, actually. So maybe you should stop painting me as the picture of misery and woe. The carefree life is surprisingly fun. You should give it a whirl.
  • Forsyth: Well, I HAVE thought I might benefit from being a bit more...capricious.
  • Python: Heh! What, you? Oh, gods no. You'd be terrible at it.
  • Python: Ha ha!

A SupportEdit

  • Forsyth: ......
  • Python: Forsyth? You all right there, pal? You haven't yelled at me yet. In fact, you NEVER snap at me anymore. Don't tell me you've given up.
  • Forsyth: No, I wouldn't call it "giving up." But the excuses you come up with for not trying are beyond comprehension.
  • Python: That's because you're not TRYING to comprehend them. Look, I'm not like other folks. I don't like chasing wildly after some dream. Dream's don't fill the belly, and they sure don't pay for life's other comforts. So you know what? I'm happier without 'em.
  • Forsyth: Truly? *sigh* Well, that sounds utterly depressing, but if you're happy, I'll let it be. But we ARE fighting a battle here, so perhaps a modicum of help is in order?
  • Python: Aye aye, cap'n! I'll give you my all!
  • Forsyth: Oh, somehow I doubt that...

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