Franz: Say, Sir Gilliam, can I ask you a question?
Gilliam: What is it, Franz?
Franz: Are you disturbed about fighting with me?
Gilliam: Why would you say something like that?
Franz: You and I are from different lands. We have different backgrounds... I thought that might've made you feel uncomfortable.
Gilliam: Blast. I don't need to answer that.
Franz: Sir Gilliam!
Gilliam: Listen: I'm here by my king's order, and by his order alone. I'm well aware that we have diverse backgrounds and experiences. I don't care who I pair up with. You can't always have your own way. That's just how it works in Frelia. It's luck of the draw, you follow? Do they let you swap partners until you find that special someone back in Renais?
Franz: Oh, no! No, no, no... That's not what I meant. It's just... I was worried that I might be slowing you down with my lesser skills.
Gilliam: Franz, you're wasting your time worrying when there are better things to be done.
Franz: Like what?
Gilliam: Like training, of course. Quit your worrying and show me how good a Knight of Renais can be.
Gilliam: Well, Franz, it looks like there's a lot I can learn from Renais.
Franz: Why the change of heart, Sir Gilliam?
Gilliam: I've been doing your exercises every night, and I feel fantastic.
Franz: I'm glad you like it.
Gilliam: I appreciate Renais much more, thanks to you.
Franz: Really? I'm glad. I'm thrilled that the great Sir Gilliam approves of the training in Renais.
Gilliam: Thrilled? You're overreacting.
Franz: No, honestly! I am thrilled. It's a small thing, I know... But when someone recognizes the fine qualities of Renais, I get a thrill. Renais is a small country, but it contains much that is good.
Gilliam: I don't know Renais, but I do know how you feel as a fellow knight. The more we are away, the more we think back on our beloved homeland.
Franz: I'm glad that I'm not alone in this.
Gilliam: Chin up, lad. Be proud of your country, Franz, Knight of Renais. As your friend from neighboring Frelia, I'm glad you're proud of your home.
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.
Gilliam: Everything's fine for now, but—Syrene? You look pale. Are you feeling unwell?
Syrene: I'm fine, Gilliam. Don't worry about me.
Gilliam: ...Syrene. People come to you when they need advice, right?
Syrene: They do, yes. Why do you ask? Don't tell me you need some advice from me.
Gilliam: Yeah. Can we talk?
Syrene: Oh...well... Of course.
Gilliam: People come to talk to me, too. Must be...the wisdom of age or something. But I don't know what to say. What do you do if you have no advice to give?
Syrene: That happens all the time. But I've learned something... People feel better as soon as they let it out. They just want you to listen. We're fighting a war. It's only natural that people get scared and need comfort.
Gilliam: Do you...get scared?
Syrene: ...Gilliam. Is this all just an attempt to probe me for my problems?
Gilliam: Oh, er, don't be--
Syrene: Don't worry. If I ever have any problems, I'll be sure to come to you.
Syrene: ...Gilliam, you're always telling me to be careful... You know full well I watch over everyone. It's what I do. But you... You're the one who always watches over me.
Syrene: You know why I stay close to you? Just to hear you say that.
Gilliam: Is that...all you want to hear me say?
Syrene: What do you--?
Gilliam: Syrene... When this war is over... ... ... ... Let's get married.
Gilliam: Don't answer now. When this war is over... When we get back to Frelia... Wait until then, will you? Wait until then to tell me.
Syrene: Gilliam... You needn't wait that long. You already know my answer. ...But if that is what you want, Gilliam, then yes! ...I will wait until the war is over before I give my answer! Gilliam... Good luck.
Neimi: Oh...I'm sorry. I just wanted to tell you there's a scratch on the left side of your armor.
Gilliam: Oh, that's nothing. My armor's covered in scratches. This one, I got defending Border Mulan in a siege years back. And this one goes back to my very first fight as a knighted soldier. Each of these is a story. Each one is a mark of pride.
Neimi: Yes, but I'm worried about this one near the glide clip. I can repair it. Just...don't go anywhere!
Gilliam: Neimi, don't go off by yourself! We're in the middle of battle! One false step, and our strategy could be ruined—you might create an opening! You put not only yourself but all of us in peril when you do that!
Neimi: Oh! I didn't mean to-- ...Sniff...
Gilliam: Don't cry, Neimi. Save your energy for fighting.
Neimi: Y-yes, sir! I'm... I'm sorry.
Gilliam: Listen. This is my armor. I take good care of it myself. Don't worry about other people's armor. Worry about yourself. Understood?
Gilliam: Neimi. You seem to be adjusting to the rigors of combat well. You're a skilled archer after all.
Neimi: Oh...I'm so glad to hear you say that! I was so sad after we talked last. I didn't know what to do, but then, I decided to focus on my archery.
Gilliam: That's the spirit, Neimi. So, have you been training by yourself? I never mastered archery. I'm sorry I can't help you train.
Neimi: No, no... Thank you, but I've been thinking about this a lot. First, I need to sharpen my vision so I can target more easily.
Gilliam: Sharpen your vision? Good eyesight seems essential in a good archer, but... How can you improve your vision? I don't understand.
Neimi: My grandfather taught me to stare into the distance and concentrate. My grandfather taught me everything I know about the bow. My grandfather was—He was a great archer. One time, a snake was attacking a bird nest on a tree in a mountain far away. He aimed at the snake and shot it down.
Gilliam: Incredible. He was able to pick out and hit a snake from that distance? Your grandfather must have been a great archer.
Neimi: Yes, he was. And that's why I've been staring into the distance. I've been training constantly on the field, and my vision has improved. See that tree in the distance? I can spot the bugs crawling on its leaves.
Gilliam: I'll be impressed when you can hit each of those bugs from here.
Neimi: But...that would be cruel!
Gilliam: There's no need to shoot bugs. You only need to shoot our enemies... ...using your keen eyes and the skills your grandfather gave you.
Gilliam: Neimi, I wanted to ask about your vision-training regimen.
Neimi: Ah, where I stare into the distance and concentrate?
Gilliam: Yes. I've been trying it out myself, but... I've had some problems.
Neimi: Problems? What do you mean?
Gilliam: Whenever I'm training, people start to avoid me. It's not just that. Even animals run away from me when I'm at it.
Neimi: And you're just... You're just staring into the distance?
Gilliam: Yes. Standing perfectly still, staring into the distance.
Neimi: Maybe it's...because you look scary... I used to get that a lot. Colm said I was frightening him. He thought I was angry at him.
Gilliam: I look...scary? Hm... I have refined my stare to intimidate my foes in battle. You may have a point. No wonder people get scared when they see me glowering into the distance. You know, I might almost consider it a compliment of my knightly prowess!
Neimi: I have an idea... Perhaps if you smile, it might not be so scary.
Gilliam: ...Like this?
Gilliam: It's still scary, isn't it?
Neimi: Uh... Maybe it's because you're crossing your arms. How about...holding some flowers instead? That might help.
Gilliam: You want me to stare into the distance... smiling...and holding flowers?
Neimi: I think that would look good...
Gilliam: You're just being nice, Neimi. Your keen vision is a gift, and your training may improve it... But I know I can never imitate it. It's yours and yours alone. I place much faith in your sharp eyes and your steady hand.
Neimi: Th-thank you, Gilliam! I won't let you down!