Hector: Ah, Eliwood! It’s good to see you’re still well!
Eliwood: Hm. You expected otherwise?
Hector: No, of course not. I knew you’d be fine.
Eliwood: Hector, wait for a moment. What did you want?
Hector: Nothing. It’s enough to see that you live and are still fighting. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t overdoing it with me not around.
Eliwood: I should say the same to you.
Hector: Me? Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. I’m built tough, you know. A little too much is just enough for me. But you, you’ve never been a hardy one, Eliwood. Nor are you used to travel. Go on too long and you’ll collapse.
Eliwood: We’re all weaklings compared to you, Hector. ...Thankfully, wars are not won by strength alone, eh? We’ve been sparring once every two months since we were twelve, and of 30 matches, 14 I won, 12 I lost, and 4 were draws.
Hector: Erh? I think not! I recall 31 matches—an even 13-13 split, with 5 draws!
Eliwood: Yes, well, you recall wrong. I’m in the right.
Hector: Hmph. And what makes you so certain?
Eliwood: Whose snoring was it that shook the rafters in number class?
Hector: Ah, good point.
Eliwood: ...Still, I’m touched you were worried about me. Now, back to the fray!
Eliwood: Something wrong, Hector? Was that a yawn I saw? Not the best battlefield manners.
Hector: Ah... It’s nothing. Just, my dreams lately...
Eliwood: Dreams? What kind of dreams?
Hector: Laugh, and I’ll kill you.
Eliwood: ...All right.
Hector: There was this man—a giant with a great beard—carrying a girl on his shoulders. The girl called to him “Father”, and she was smiling, happy. Then the father said to her, “Yes, my beloved daughter?” That’s all, really. But it felt as though... It felt like a long-past memory. The man looked a bit like my own father, I suppose. But who is the little girl? Aye, she was a cute one.
Eliwood: What color was her hair?
Hector: Huh. Blue.
Eliwood: And the man’s hair? His moustache?
Hector: His were bluish, too.
Eliwood: Then it is a vision of your own future! A great moustache, eh? Ah hah hah!
Hector: Grr... You laughed! Hm. If that is my future I’m not sure I like it.
Eliwood: Why not?
Hector: The girl that would be my daughter... She gets taken away by this boy that appears later. ...A boy with red hair! Yes, it was red, I’m sure of it.
Eliwood: Don’t get ahead of yourself! There are plenty of people with red hair...
Hector: Quiet! Now I’m sure—the boy was a Pheraen. No matter how close we may be, I’ll not—I’ll not give up my daughter!
Eliwood: Hector! Let’s hope your dream doesn’t come true, eh? For my sake.
Eliwood: You know, what was it—ten years ago? When the lords of Lycia held the oath rites, back in Ostia? “Should one land of Lycia be attacked, all will fight as one...” Remember? While our parents were off pledging their oaths, we kids were in that one room.
Hector: Yeah, I remember. We had to act in a manner befitting the children of nobility, or some such nonsense. I just remember being stuck in there, having to sit in that chair talking to whoever was next to me. Course, wouldn’t you know that Erik of Laus was on my right? Man, I heard more than enough sweet talk from that one!
Eliwood: Right, right. That was the first time any of us met, after all. He had no idea who you were—he just wanted to get in favor with a lordling of Lycia.
Hector: Aye, he was all mouth anyway. Saying things like “let us join forces for the good of Lycia”, and such... then running when things turned sour.
Eliwood: Aw, don’t be too hard on him. When he jumped up, yelling about us swearing our own oaths, then cut his hand like that... No one else knew what to do, either.
Hector: Well, everyone’s heard the stories. They all know it’s the warriors’ custom. Each cuts his own hands, then shakes hands with his brothers... What man wouldn’t want to do that? Only one had the guts to meet him, tough.
Eliwood: ...You know, back then, I’m proud I took your hand. We are friends, sharing a life-dream now, an ambition. When one is in danger, the other risks his life to protect him... That’s why you came, isn’t it? Because you remembered?
Hector: Heh, I’ve got no plans to break my oath. Not now, not ever.
Hector: Well, then let’s live long and in health! I don’t want to hear any excuses about not being able to come help when we’re old men.
Eliwood: It’s a deal. ...Stay alive, Hector.
Hector: Deal. And don’t you go dying before me, either. I’d never forgive you.
Hector: Say, Lyn... You remember when we first met?
Lyn: I do, I remember it well. It was when Caelin Castle was taken by Lord Laus. My grandfather had been taken prisoner. And you and Eliwood came to the rescue. Then, together, we fought the armies of Laus.
Hector: Lyn. Why are we together now?
Hector: Because we’re friends, right? Say if you were much stronger than I was... Would that make me useless to you?
Lyn: No... Of course not.
Hector: Fighting isn’t everything on this journey, you know. If fighting was everything, what use would we have of Merlinus?
Lyn: Well, I suppose...
Hector: You are strong. I can vouch for that. Just, I was stronger.
Lyn: You’re too much—Saying that kind of thing with a straight face.
Hector: You gotta problem with my face? I’ve just gotta be me, you know...
Lyn: Yes, I know. ...Thanks. I didn’t think you cared so much about how I felt. Or is Hector gentler at heart than Hector looks? You’ve certainly done much for my courage today.
Hector: Hmph... I’m not this way to just anyone, you know...
Hector: A-Ah! The enemy! Let’s go, Lyn! Don’t lag behind!
Hector: Aaah... Is it me, or are our enemies getting stronger?
Oswin: Yes. I’m afraid my armor saved my skin more than once today. Take care, Lord Hector.
Hector: Say, Oswin. Sorry to be such a burden, you know?
Hector: I know it’s my brother’s orders, but here you’re stuck with me. I mean, it must be a drag for you, right? You let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.
Oswin: Well, to tell the truth... When I was assigned to watch over you, Lord Hector, I feared that I might not be worthy of the job. But I realized something over the course of this journey. While your words and manners may be coarse at times, you are straight and true in character—like a good arrow. I thank Lord Uther for giving me the opportunity to serve you. So, believe me that it hasn’t been a burden at all.
Hector: Oswin... You... You sure? I mean, that’s good, I’m glad.
Oswin: Excellent! Then I shall be honored to serve you further.
Hector: I was afraid it might have been me makin’ you look like an old man!
Oswin: Eh? What was that?
Hector: Ah, er, nothing! Never mind! Um, right! Come along, then! Let’s go!
Hector: Ah, if it isn’t Matthew. You’ve got more pep in you than I’d’ve thought.
Matthew: Nothing compared to milord.
Hector: Yeah, but you sure have changed. And I told Leila that spies shouldn’t be out fighting...
Matthew: Well, yes. I used to think that very proper myself. Instead of sweating, why not leave fighting to others, while I fulfill my duties behind the scenes. But since leaving on this journey... I’ve had what you might call a “change of heart.”
Hector: Huh. You don’t say... Great! Well, what say we spar a little, eh?
Matthew: My lord! P-Please, have mercy! A mere nudge from your axe would send me into flight!
Hector: Never know ‘til you try, eh? I got a grudge to... Rather, I’ve got to pay back what I owe!
Matthew: Call it what you will, I’m having none of it! Oh... It’s not like you bear a grudge so long, milord.
Florina: Um... Th-Thank you for saving me! Do... Do you remember me? I am Florina... servant of House Caelin... ...I said it! I... I did say it, didn’t I! Huey, I said it! Now, if I can just... ...I can say it to Lord Hector’s face now, right? C’mon, Florina! Chin up! Take a deep breath... You have to speak loudly, remember! ... ... J-Just once more... For practice... Breathe deep... Lord Hector!
Hector: Say, aren’t you one of Lyn’s...
Florina: Aaah! S-Sorry!! I beg your p-pardon!
Hector: What was that all about? Am I some kind of monster? Huh.
Unknown: Argh! Hey! Lemme go, you darn flapping horse!
Hector: Yeah, you! You want to play rough? Fine! I’ll show you rough!
Florina: Um, ahh... Did this, um... Did my Pegasus... do something wrong?
Hector: This Pegasus is yours? Do wrong? He just grabbed my arm in his teeth and dragged me off! Wouldn’t let go, either! I couldn’t do anything in front of Eliwood and the others... But now he’s mine! I’ll show him who’s boss!
Florina: No--! Don’t hurt Huey! Please... If you must punish someone, punish me!
Hector: Heh, so you can talk. And loud at that.
Hector: You were always hanging around like you were going to say something... But whenever I went to ask you what it was, you’d run off! When I asked Lyn what to do... She said a big lunk like me should stay away from her friend! Can you believe it? What’s a guy supposed to do? So, tell me what you wanted to say. I’m all ears!
Florina: Yes... yes... I, well... When I first...first met you... Y-You saved me, and... Um... Thank you, very much. ... ...I-I said it! I finally said it! Huey!
Hector: I...saved you? Me, saving you?
Florina: Ye... Um, yes. Um... In Laus...my Pegasus... He fell, and...Um... ...
Hector: Hey, Serra. Can anyone use a staff of St. Elimine, even if they lack the faith?
Serra: What? Wait! You’re making fun of me in a roundabout way! I never! Only someone like you could do such a thing! Can you even imagine the many nights I’ve wet my pillow in tears...
Hector: ...Nope, I can’t.
Serra: I have been sensitive and delicate since I was born, you know! Not that I’d expect you to know that, or care. It might surprise you to know this, but I am of high noble birth!
Hector: Huh? You’re right, I didn’t know... You some distant relation of one of the nobles of Lycia?
Serra: No, I am a full-blooded member of an Etrurian count’s family.
Hector: What, are you serious!?
Serra: Very serious. You should be calling me “Lady Serra,” you know, really. But since it’s you, Lord Hector, I’ve been tolerating plain “Serra.”
Hector: Hmph, hard to picture...but I guess I’ll take your word for it. Where’s that count’s family from?
Serra: They are, well, that’s what I’m not sure of.
Serra: There was all this talk about family status and succession of titles and such... My parents decided to put me in an abbey when I was still a child. That’s why I don’t know the count’s name...or what my parents were like... But I’m sure they were gentle and beautiful people, both of them!
Hector: But you’ve never met them?
Serra: Yes, but look at me, their child! I’m sure you can imagine how striking my father must... Lord Hector? Was that a yawn!?
Hector: Hey, Serra. That abbey you lived in was in Ostia, right?
Serra: W-Why do... What of it?
Hector: I was thinking, the only abbey left in the land of Ostia right now is the one that was rebuilt when my brother was made marquess.
Hector: So...that was the place?
Serra: Y-Yes...that was where I grew up. With children who had lost their parents in the war, children from poor villages.
Hector: You know, I visited there once. Dismal place, it was. After my brother donated money it got a little better, true...
Serra: Y-Yes, I suppose... We were always short on food. The winters were cold, with no wood for the fire, and no warm blankets... But I was fine, really! I knew it was only temporary! I knew things would get better!
Hector: Hey, calm down! No need to shout!
Serra: I really am of the bloodline of an Etrurian count’s family, I am! I just can’t meet them right now because of family... family issues! But, someday... Someday. My true parents will come to welcome me back.
Hector: ... ...
Serra: My mother and father are truly kind people, who thought often of me, alone in the abbey... I... I’m sure of it! It has to be true.
Serra: W-What! Don’t look at me like that! It is really true! Really, I-I am...
Hector: It’s fine... I believe you. C’mon, don’t cry. No one doubts you are who you say you are.
Serra: I know that. I know.
Hector: Oh, all right. Good.
Serra: Well...I should be going. I have to see if anyone’s been injured!
Hector: Serra! If you ever need anything, you talk to me or Oswin. We’re your family, or at least, we are until your parents come for you.
Hector: Right? So, let’s go.
Serra: You are a bit...untidy to be a member of my family... But I suppose I can tolerate that...if I must, yes. ... ...