Seth: Garcia. Did you come all this way to talk to me? I'm grateful. Thank you.
Garcia: Don't make a fuss. Might give me second thoughts before I do it again.
Seth: Ah, right. Sorry, sir!
Garcia: Heh... You know, you remind me of myself as a young man.
Seth: Back when you were in Renais?
Garcia: That's right. Oh, I was so ambitious then, focused on proving myself in battle. His Majesty commended my valor many times, he did.
Seth: His Majesty always watched over us. Hardworking soldiers received words of praise to drive them to greater glories. The lazy ones, he spurred to action, giving them a reason to improve... He was a great king. He earned the trust and respect of his people.
Garcia: ...What a loss we've all suffered.
Seth: When Castle Renais fell, it was all I could do to save Princess Eirika. I've never felt so powerless in all my time as a knight... ...I was mortified.
Garcia: ...I'm sorry. I wasn't blaming you for King Fado's death. I am the one who surrendered his duty to live a carefree life with his son. I have no right to cast blame on anyone but myself...
Seth: Garcia, you needn't feel that way. You're fighting for Renais again, at the side of her crown prince and princess! There's no shame in that.
Garcia: General Seth...
Seth: If you are still true to our late king, then let's win this war together. And together, we shall visit His Majesty's tomb to report our victory!
Gilliam: Sorry to bother you. You just seem to have something on your mind.
Garcia: I do. I was... I was just thinking about my son, Ross.
Gilliam: Ah, Ross. He's a good lad.
Garcia: It's...a wonderful feeling to have a son, Gilliam. I was so happy to learn I had a boy who could follow in my footsteps. Do you have children?
Gilliam: Oh, no... You know what the life of a soldier is like.
Garcia: Aye, I remember it well. But I still found a wife. Don't you have anyone?
Gilliam: I-- Well, to be honest... There is someone I've had my eye on, but what do soldiers know of love? I don't know how to win a woman's heart.
Garcia: Ha ha ha ha ha! Oh, don't take it too hard. These are tough times for romance. As time passes, the world will change. No, WE will change it. Wait for your time. When the world changes, people change. Soldiers change. Just wait.
Gilliam: ...You're right. When this war ends, I'll be ready to face a different type of battle.
Garcia: Yes. And when you do wed, you must be sure to invite me and my boy. It will be a great celebration.
Garcia: My name is Garcia. Sir Dozla, I've been hearing a lot about you lately.
Dozla: Only good things, I hope! Ha ha ha! I've heard of you, too, Sir Garcia. Mostly about your incredible strength! Hey, would you mind lifting this boulder? Just kidding! Ha ha ha!
Garcia: Ha ha. It's not a big deal. Are you normally this...energetic?
Dozla: Well, I stuffed myself, so I'm feeling pretty great!
Garcia: You can't fight on an empty stomach. Eating is very important to keep up your strength. Especially breakfast. I've heard that in some cultures, they call breakfast "first break."
Dozla: What's that? What do they break?
Garcia: A fast.
Dozla: A fast what? Huh? Speak plainly! I don't understand all this talking in circles.
Garcia: We don't eat anything while we sleep, so it's as if we are fasting. So, the meal you eat in the morning breaks that fast. This means that breakfast is an especially important meal.
Dozla: Huh. Who would have thunk it? The only thing I consumed this morning was knowledge!
Garcia: What do you mean?
Dozla: Just that I make it a point to learn other disciplines. You have to if you want to grow as a fighter.
Garcia: I completely agree. Young men in this army are strong in their specific fields, but weak in others. The art of complete training has been lost on the younger generation, I'm afraid.
Dozla: Yes, that's right! Back in our day, fighters had to learn many disciplines in case they had to fill in for a wounded teammate. I've always wanted to learn archery. The delicate precision is the opposite of fighting with an axe.
Garcia: Me, too. Why don't we meet sometime and study it together?
Neimi: Oh! I-I'm sorry! I was just...wondering what you were doing.
Garcia: I'm preparing myself for the battle. Please don't come near me right now.
Neimi: Are you trying to get psyched?
Garcia: Yes. To prepare myself for battle, I visualize the enemy in front of me. Then, during battle, I can focus all my attention on them. If you want to survive this war, you must focus all your attention on the enemy.
Neimi: I-I see. Please excuse me now!
Neimi: Y-yes, sir?
Garcia: I apologize for yelling at you.
Neimi: That must be how he became such a brilliant warrior! I must go focus now...
Garcia: That gauntlet! The one embroidered with the gold falcon...
Neimi: Huh? Oh, this? My late grandfather gave it to me. It was too big for me, so I resized it to fit my hand. He was the one who taught me how to use a bow... This is a keepsake he gave me.
Garcia: Is your grandfather's name Zethla?
Neimi: How in the world...? Did you know him?
Garcia: Of course. He was THE master archer. He was known as "Single-Arrow Zethla." He had amazing accuracy and could shoot any target, moving or still, with one shot. "No second arrow for Zethla" was what people would say. Renais tried to recruit him many times...
Neimi: Now that I think about it, when Grandpa went hunting, he would take only one arrow with him. Me, I always took many arrows...
Garcia: So, it WAS true!
Neimi: He never did join the army, even though recruiters did come by often. He said that it wasn't in his nature...
Garcia: I know. In fact, I visited him once when I was young. He was wearing the gauntlet that day, and it left an impression.
Neimi: I see... Renais is such a big country, I never would have thought that you knew him. It's a small world.
Garcia: Indeed. I can't believe Single-Arrow Zethla's granddaughter is fighting in this war. I'm encouraged by this fact. I'm counting on you, Neimi.
Neimi: What? YOU'RE counting on...ME?
Neimi: Um...I'm...happy to hear that. I-I'll do my best not to let you down!
Garcia: Neimi, I'm sorry if I startled you yesterday.
Neimi: Huh? Oh, you mean when you were preparing yourself for the battle? No... I was just surprised by your...enthusiasm for this war.
Garcia: I used to be like this all the time. I was always preoccupied with battles, to the point of neglecting my family. And now, here I am, back on the battlefield. I'm sure my wife is somewhere sighing.
Neimi: Oh, no, Sir Garcia. I'm sure your wife understood how you felt.
Garcia: I think it's hard to understand when you are not a soldier.
Neimi: In times like this, you have to fight to stay alive.
Garcia: You've lost family too, didn't you?
Neimi: Yes. But, I can't keep crying. I have to be strong and keep going.
Neimi: You quit the army and lived in a mountain village with Ross because Renais was not at war, didn't you?
Neimi: You don't seem to be the type of person who enjoys fighting for its own sake. I think you know the emptiness and pain of war more than anyone else. I can see that just by looking at you! Em... I'm sorry if I'm being presumptuous.
Garcia: No, Neimi. Thank you. You are very perceptive. You'll make some lucky guy very happy someday.
Neimi: Oh... Um... This is kind of embarrassing.
Garcia: Don't be embarrassed! Oh, by the way, please take this.
Neimi: What is it? Oh, this haircomb is lovely!
Garcia: I bought this for my wife when I was still in the Renais army. But...I never had the chance to give it to her.
Neimi: Sir Garcia...
Garcia: I buried her with some of the things I'd brought back. I don't know why, but I couldn't bring myself to bury this, though. I don't need it. What would I do with it? You'd make better use of it. It will give you a reason to keep using that mirror of yours, too.
Neimi: Sir Garcia! This is too much! Thank you! I will take good care of it!