Libra: Er, Avatar? You have paint on your cheek. ...And your chin. ...AND behind your ear.
Avatar: Oh, er, so I do. Whoops!
Libra: Are you trying your hand at painting?
Avatar: Yes! Seeing your drawing has inspired me to take up the palette myself... But, I fear I'm wasting my time. Just look at this muddy slop! Clearly when the gods distributed artistic talent, I was in the outhouse.
Libra: The gods would have waited for you, I'm sure. But let's take a look... Oh...dear. Er, it's a portrait of Lissa, is that right? You picked an odd color for her face... And the left eye is rather...oblong. Still, a fine first effort! We can't expect to be perfect straightaway.
Avatar: ...It's a pegasus. And it's NOT my first try. It's my 100th.
Libra: Oh. ...Oh, dear.
Avatar: You don't have to say anything. I can see it in your face—I should just give up.
Libra: N-no, I wouldn't go that far!
Avatar: I would. Still, this little experiment helps me realize just how talented YOU are. I look at that picture you gave me every day, you know?
Libra: Not EVERY day, surely?
Avatar: Each night before I sleep! It fills me with a wonderful sense of peace. I'm always worried it'll get damaged when we march,so I pack it very carefully.
Libra: You're the first person who's ever valued one of my works so highly. And though pride be a sin, I'm...pleased that you treasure it so.
Libra: Er, Avatar? You have paint on your cheek. ...And your chin. ...AND behind your ear.
Avatar: Oh, er, so I do. Whoops!
Libra: Are you trying your hand at painting?
Avatar: Yes! Seeing your drawing has inspired me to take up the palette myself. But I fear I'm wasting my time. Just look at this muddy slop! Clearly when the gods distributed artistic talent, I was in the outhouse.
Libra: The gods would have waited for you, I'm sure. But let's take a look. Oh...dear. Er, it's a portrait of Lissa, is that right? You picked an odd color for her face... And the left eye is rather...oblong. Still, it's a fine effort! We can't expect to be perfect straightaway.
Avatar: ...It's a pegasus. And it's NOT my first try. It's my 100th.
Libra: Oh. ...Oh, dear.
Avatar: You don't have to say anything, I can see it on your face. I should just give up.
Libra: N-no, I wouldn't go that far!
Avatar: I would. Still, this little experiment helps me realize just how talented YOU are. I gaze on that picture you gave me every day, you know?
Libra: Not EVERY day, surely?
Avatar: Every night before I sleep! It fills me with a wonderful sense of peace. I'm always worried it'll get damaged when we march, so I pack it very carefully.
Libra: You're the first person who's ever valued one of my works so highly. And though pride be a sin, I'm...pleased that you treasure it so.
Libra: Ah, Avatar. I have completed the portrait you requested.
Avatar: You have? Let me see it!
Libra: Here you are...
Avatar: Oh! Gracious! Its that...ME?! You... You flatter me, Libra. It's too much... This person is so ravishing and glamorous, no one will imagine it's meant to be me.
Libra: Well, I was not after an exact likeness. I only hoped to capture a small fraction of the radiant beauty that suffuses you. Sadly, my humble skills were not up to the task of capturing perfection on the canvas. Perhaps such things are best left to the gods themselves.
Avatar: Heh, now it's REALLY too much... Still, what a wonderful picture. I must give you something in return. What would you have, Libra?
Libra: I am a man of the gods; I desire no worldly goods. But, if you were to accept one more gift, I would consider the debt settled.
Avatar: Er, I don't think I follow your math there.
Libra: This should make the equation clear.
Avatar: A ring?! B-but... Are you... Are you proposing to me?
Libra: For some time now, I have found myself falling more and more in love with you...
Avatar: Oh... I... I had no idea.
Libra: I apologize if I've put you in an awkward position. Of course, if you are not—
Avatar: No, not at all! I'm thrilled, Libra! Because...I'm in love with you, too. That's why I was so upset when I lost the picture you gave me.
Libra: If you accept my proposal, I would paint you pictures for the rest of our days.
Avatar: Well how could I turn down an offer like that? I'll be surrounded by beautiful art, and looked after by a beautiful partner.
Libra: Er, don't you mean "handsome" partner...? B-but don't mind me! I just feel so manly whenever I'm around you.
Libra: I am yours forever, my love. May the gods smile upon our union, and bring us joy in the years to come.
Lissa: Hey, so I only noticed during that training exercise, but you're REALLY pretty! Your skin is perfect! Your hair is perfect! It's soooo not fair!
Lissa: AND you're tall and sweet and you even SMELL nice! You're a one-man show of everything I wish I had, but don't.
Libra: You have a host of traits I lack as well, Lissa.
Lissa: Name one! ...Or more, if you want.
Libra: You're extremely expressive. You treat every person you meet fairly and equally. Your cheery disposition spreads to all those around you. You are ever true to yourself. I would gladly trade any element of my appearance for that beauty in your heart.
Lissa: Oh, I...
Libra: Something the matter, milady?
Lissa: It's EMBARRASSING! I expected a little buttering up, not the whole crock!
Libra: Heh, my apologies. I just find it so easy to talk with you. Another of your finer traits, now that I think about it.
Lissa: Hey, you smiled! That's a rare treat.
Libra: Is it?
Libra: And you noticed? Have you been...watching me?
Lissa: ...I guess I have, now that you mention it. I wonder why?
Libra: Heh, well, if you find an answer, I would be eager to hear it.
Lissa: I figured it out! I know why I've been watching you all the time!
Lissa: It's because you're like a ghost!
Lissa: Is that weird? I thought it was weird. But I think lots of stuff is weird, so—
Libra: What do you mean?
Lissa: I first noticed it when we were together for that training exercise. There are times when you seem kinda like a vision...or a mirage... I mean, someone so tall and beautiful would normally be the center of all attention! But with you I almost feel like you might up and vanish if I even take my eyes off you. Anyway, so, um, yeah. That's it. ...Sorry. I know it probably sounds pretty crazy.
Libra: Perhaps, but somehow... I'm actually quite flattered.
Lissa: So how do you see me, huh? Come on, fair's fair and all!
Libra: You? You are positively bursting with life! The very opposite of myself.
Lissa: Oh, that's not true at all! You may give off a ghostly feel, but you're the liveliest alive persona I know!
Libra: Well, I'm quite certain that's the first time that's ever been said about me...
Libra: Virion? What happened to you? Your left cheek is red and swollen. Did someone strike you?
Virion: What, this? It's nothing! Just a memento from the trenches of love's battlefield. You see, I spied a pretty lass walking down the road, and asked her if she was a woman. Ha ha! Oh, you should have the heard the sound of her palm upon my cheek! Yes, well, one can't be too sure about these things, can one? Ah ha! Ha. ...Yes.
Virion: Damnation, Libra! I've been like this ever since I mistook you! When I approach a woman, I'm frozen by the fear of committing another blunder! You have thrown gallant Virion off his game, and the world suffers as a result!
Libra: Er, I'm sorry?
Virion: When I look at your soft, milky skin and glowing, lustrous locks of hair... Well, it occurs to me that you must come from a very coddled background! Perhaps one of the finer noble houses? Royalty, even? Pray, tell me, good la—sir! Ha ha! Most good and noble sir! What is your lineage?
Libra: Sorry, Virion. I'm not from a noble house. In fact, I was born to poor, humble parents who neglected me as a child. I only escaped their cruelty when I found the faith.
Virion: Extraordinary! You're no tame rose gently cultivated in a well-tended garden... But a wild bloom that struggled out of barren soil with petals reaching for the sky! As well as being profoundly beautiful, you're also tough and tenacious!
Libra: Please, sir. Such praise makes me uncomfortable. I am but a humble servant of the gods.
Virion: Oh my! Look how your milky cheeks blush when I compliment you! It's so... Er... Yes! Right then! Good to see you again, old chum!
Libra: Virion? You are a very strange man.
Virion: (That I could possess only a tenth of his beauty... It's enchanting!)
Libra: What are you talking about? We're barely halfway done.
Virion: H-halfway?! I've been...swinging that...that infernal axe...for hours... Or has it been days? I know not... M-my mind is...confused... Visions of logs...piled before me... A mighty tower...reaching to the sky... Which, when I look around me, isn't very far from the truth! What army of madmen collected this uncountable mass of dead trees?
Libra: I did.
Virion: Y-you gathered ALL these by yourself? B-but how?
Libra: I picked them up and I carried them. It's simple, really. Here, are you done resting? This bundle needs to go over there.
Virion: Er, very well, if you insis—OOF! I-it's heavier...*grunt*...than it l-looks... J-just...got...to...h-hang on...a little...bit...longer... OH, BLAST!
Libra: Virion, look out!
Virion: Hm? I...I'm still alive...? I remember toppling backward with that massive weight in my arms...
Libra: It's all right. I caught hold of you just in time.
Virion: Libra! You saved me!
Libra: It would appear so. Are you unharmed?
Virion: Er, yes, I think so.
Libra: Good. Now perhaps we should take that rest after all. Forgive me. I shouldn't have pushed you to work so hard.
Virion: Hmm... From this angle, Libra looks quite different. Very manly, in fact. That big brow... Those massive knuckles...
Libra: Sorry? Did you say something?
Virion: Who, me? Oh, er, no. Nothing of import, my good man! Er, friend. Man...friend. *Ahem* Anyway, you are a stout comrade, Libra, and I thank you for saving me.
Libra: Hah! Think nothing of it, Virion. I consider you a trusted friend as well.
Libra: Is this about the other day? Please, Sully. You already—
Sully: Er, no. I'm actually apologizing in advance for what I'm about to ask.
Sully: I really hope you won't take this the wrong way, but I wanted to know... How do you feel about looking so...pretty? I mean...lady pretty?
Libra: Oh. That is...not what I was expecting you to ask. But, well... I don't know that I feel much about it one way or the other. There isn't much I can do about the way I look, after all. Yes, being mistaken for a woman can pose some minor difficulties. Especially in bath houses. Or taverns. Or, um, anywhere, actually. But why do you ask?
Sully: Well, see, I'm not exactly the girly type, you know? I ask people to treat me the same as a man, and I don't let anything limit me as a knight. But talking to you the other day got me thinking that... I don't know. Maybe it's just time I accepted myself more for who and what I am.
Libra: I fear I make a poor model for this question, Sully. You'd be better served by any number of others in our camp.
Sully: What makes you say that?
Libra: A man of the cloth should be a beacon of hope. A light in the darkness. He ought never let his smile falter, nor forget to treat all with warmth and respect. At the very least, that is the sort of man I aspire to be.
Sully: That's exactly the sort of man you ARE, Libra.
Libra: So you say. And yet, I cannot help but feel I'm merely skilled at playing such a figure. I worry that my entire person is an act. A hollow shell.
Libra: I apologize. It was not my intent to burden you with my idle ramblings. Pray, forget it.
Old Villager: Thank you, Libra. I feel your words have parted the dark clouds about my heart.
Libra: It gladdens me to hear that, my child.
Old Villager: The parables you've shared have lent my life a sense of direction. I feel hope rekindled in my breast. I cannot begin to thank you.
Libra: Your path will hold its share of hardship, but I pray you keep that hope alive.
Libra: Hmm? Oh, Miriel. What are you doing here?
Libra: That conversation just now? I fear it's hardly anything so grand as to merit study. I merely shared the teachings of Ylisse with those villagers eager to listen.
Miriel: And were they receptive?
Libra: I believe that faith will find a home in them. Such teachings offer a guide to life and are a steadfast beacon in these dark times. I pray it will also sustain them in the lean days ahead.
Miriel: If the teachings bear such a salubrious effect, why not share them with greater numbers?
Libra: Naturally, were it possible, I would share them with everyone! Er, but why do you bring this up?
Miriel: By my observations, your methodology is highly inefficient. It vexes me.
Miriel: Indeed. Assembling an audience, selecting the venue, promulgating the message... A scientific approach to these factors would yield a far more efficient modus.
Libra: Perhaps, but that isn't—
Miriel: Possible? Poppycock. Anything is possible. Given a thorough analysis of the germane phenomena, a sound theory will emerge. However, in the absence of empirical data, you might dismiss it as idle speculation. Therefore I must prove it through a physical implementation.
Libra: You will do what now?
Miriel: I will show that it can be done. However, I fear I am unfit to preach the teachings of Ylisse. In this capacity, I would enlist your aid. I will furnish the mechanism, you the words. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must begin the planning post-haste.
Miriel: I have the results from our previous discussion.
Libra: Ah, yes. Your method to spread my teachings to a broader audience.
Miriel: Precisely. A unified fundamental theory has emerged from my investigation. First, the venue must be of sufficient capacity and easily accessed. Before speaking, the event must be made public knowledge among nearby villages. During the gathering itself, wind magic is to be employed to amplify your voice. Now then. For the next—
Libra: H-hold on just a moment, Miriel.
Miriel: Is something amiss?
Libra: Your plan is to gather a large crowd and speak to all of them at once?
Miriel: Quite. In doing so, you mitigate effort and time requirements by the greatest margin.
Libra: Yes, but I can't address individual people in such a system.
Miriel: Nor ought you. Speaking the same words to followers one by one is hideously inefficient. Gathering them and addressing the lot in one fell stroke is a far superior plan.
Libra: Superior in time and effort spent, perhaps, but—
Miriel: The plan will succeed. Further peer review is wholly unnecessary.
Libra: ...Very well. If you're that certain, we should try it.
Miriel: I will make manifest the eminence of my methodology!
Miriel: My data shows attendance is waning at your religious gatherings. The logs clearly indicate more people came to the initial meetings than come now.
Libra: Yes, I'd noticed as well.
Miriel: But my modus is theoretically sound. I've just revisited all my assumptions, and they withstand the strictest scrutiny. Yet data cannot lie.
Libra: Well, perhaps your ideas failed to account for a critical element.
Miriel: Such as?
Libra: The human heart. Oh, don't get me wrong—your method gets my words to more ears than ever. But the message stops at the ears, I fear, and does not travel to the heart.
Miriel: A defect in amplification, then?
Libra: Um... Not exactly, no. Every individual listens to the teachings of Ylisse for different reasons. If I limit my sermons to truths that apply equally to all, they fall short. Only by showing the relevance to each person's life can I truly reach them.
Miriel: A logical postulation. perhaps I was indeed myopic in my designs. Were you certain from the start the my method would fail.
Libra: I thought offering salvation to a mob would be...difficult, yes.
Miriel: Then why did you consent to the mass gatherings? Or was I simply too heedless and stubborn to hear your objections?
Libra: A bit, perhaps. But mostly, I thought your plan might yield a different sort of benefit.
Miriel: And did it?
Libra: Indeed it did! You've given me the opportunity to meet more people than I ever could have alone!
Libra: I had grown rigid in my methods, Miriel—a lesson I hope you will take to heart. Your work was a success in meeting converts, but it was only a step. And so I must continue the work that we started on a more personal level.
Miriel: There is merit in what you say.
Libra: I'm thrilled to hear it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd best head off to have some of those conversations.
Miriel: I hope you will permit me to offer my continued assistance as well.
Maribelle: Good day, sir. Here to offer up a prayer?
Libra: Indeed. And yourself?
Maribelle: I make it a part of each morning.
Libra: A commendable endeavor. Might I join you?
Maribelle: But of course.
Libra: Come to think of it, I fear I haven't yet properly thanked you.
Maribelle: Oh? Whatever for?
Libra: Forgotten, have you? It was an all-too-common happening for me, I'm afraid. I was approached by a pack of drunkards who had taken me for a woman. I suspect they still feel the sting of the tongue-lashing you gave them now. Not to further endanger my masculinity, but you were my knight in shining armor.
Maribelle: Ahh, yes. I recall it now. I was given quite the dressing-down myself back at camp! A number of others thought it rash of me.
Libra: Well I, for one, am a grateful recipient of your just and decisive valor. You have my thanks.
Maribelle: I acted mostly to quell my own indignation at those boors, I assure you. But if I was of some small service to you as well, so much the better. Your words help bolster the strength of my convictions.
Maribelle: I've made up my mind, Libra. When this war is won, I shall start another.
Libra: A war, Maribelle?
Maribelle: Indeed. I aim to fight for the rights of all citizens as a minister of the law!
Libra: Someone of your elevated station would fight on behalf of the meager masses?
Maribelle: Of course. I'll start in Ylisse, then take the fight to Ferox, Plegia, and everywhere else. I'll fight each battle until none suffer under the burden of an unequal body of law.
Libra: Bending other kingdoms to your will is no mean task, even with an army at your back. To do so with diplomacy alone is a monumental undertaking, Maribelle.
Maribelle: I'm well aware of the madness of it, but my mind is set firm.
Libra: Why would you take up such a colossal burden of your own free will?
Maribelle: Because of your words, Libra. The joy and the pride they stirred in me. You thanked me for something that ought to be a given, and yet you said you felt redeemed. If my efforts could bring redemption to more people, no burden is too great.
Libra: I merely spoke my mind. I never thought to impart such grand or weighty meaning.
Maribelle: Yet your words changed my life just the same. And for that, you have my thanks.
Libra: I apologize for disturbing you, but there's something I need to ask. Why did you come to the exalt's aid?
Panne: Can you not believe a taguel would help a human?
Libra: Apologies. That isn't what I meant. Had you even met her before?
Panne: No. The night of the assassination attempt was the first I saw her. I knew neither her face nor her name. All I knew is she was descended of the first exalt.
Libra: Your debt was to a man who died over a thousand years ago?
Panne: It is the debt of all the taguel. We are told the story as kits. In his time, the taguel were slaves to humans. Kept as labor—or even pets—we were treated worse than livestock. The slightest resistance would earn a swift execution, to serve as an example.
Libra: I've never heard of such cruelty.
Panne: Humans are quick to forget history. ...Or rewrite it. But the first exalt had the strength and courage to end the horror. He stood up for the taguel, though it earned him the ire of his fellow humans. "We are all the same," he said. "Equal beings. No differences separates human and taguel."
Panne: It was a platitude then, as now. But in that platitude, my kind found salvation. Liberation and equality took time, but in those words we found dignity. And so we teach our young of the debt we owe him. Should and exalt ever need our aid, we will give it regardless of cost.
Libra: I see.
Panne: Despite our history, I never hated mankind. The exalt proved your race's worth. Until man-spawn slaughtered my peoople and put my warren to ruin, that is.
Libra: Panne, I haven't the words to tell you—
Panne: I've spoken all of mine as well, and wasted both of our time.
Libra: Not at all! You've allowed me to better understand who you are, Panne. And convinced me you are someone I would dearly love to know still better. I thank you for sharing your story with me.
Libra: Panne, I just had a word with Chrom. I hear you were involved in an altercation with some of the other soldiers?
Panne: I don't see how that's your concern.
Libra: Isn't it, though? The next time you find yourself in a situation like this, please, let me know. You needn't sully your hands for my sake. I can express my own displeasure.
Panne: ...You heard, then?
Libra: Indeed. A little bird told me the cause of your scuffle. Apparently you intervened when someone began telling off-color jokes about me?
Panne: Hmph. Perhaps I was just in the mood to hit someone that day.
Libra: You always insist on hiding your kindness and denying your compassion. I would dearly love to see you embrace these traits more openly.
Panne: I didn't ask your opinion. ...... Speaking with you made me feel better. And hearing those soldiers angered me. That is all. Now we're even.
Libra: You amaze me, Panne. The light within you shines so brilliantly. Never losing its purity of character or allowing the world to dim its luster... I thank the gods and the exalt for granting me the chance to bask within its glow.
Gaius: Hmm? What's this fancy little doll doing here?
Libra: Excuse me, sir. I believe that is mine. I must have dropped it earlier.
Gaius: Righto, then. Here you go! So what is that little doodad, anyway? A graven image of one of your gods?
Libra: Oh, no. It's just a toy doll, really. The children at the orphanage have been asking me for toys. They wanted something they could find at night—to help them sleep, you see.
Gaius: You sewed a doll for a pack of whelps you barely know? I think there's a special place for you in heaven, Padre!
Libra: Oh, it's not so bad. It only takes me a few hours to construct each one. And to be frank, such honest labor scarcely feels like work at all.
Gaius: Some days, just getting out of bed is labor enough for me... Say, though. You even considered giving the little moppets sweets as well?
Gaius: You know, sugary stuff. Pastries and whatnot? Kids love 'em.
Libra: Oh, I see. No, I had no such plans. The thought never occurred to me. But perhaps it is something to keep in mind for the next visit. Thank you, Gaius. I'm glad this chat wasn't a complete waste of time.
Gaius: Er... Me, too? Although... Hmm...
Libra: Yes? Something on your mind?
Gaius: Well, I'm just thinking... I mean, let's say you make enough sweets for an entire orphanage. That's going to be a LOT of sweets, right? Massive piles of 'em. So maybe you might put aside a couple for, say, the man who gave you the idea? I mean, it's only fair, right?
Libra: ...You're asking me to steal sweets from orphans?
Gaius: Hey there, Padre. Having a little chat with the management, are we?
Libra: I was praying, if that's what you mean. Perhaps you would care to join me? A good soul cleansing can do wonders for one's mood.
Gaius: I've never been much for talking to the blokes upstairs, you know? Still, what can it hurt just this once? So, uh, how's this work? I can ask for anything I want, or what?
Libra: Well, it is true that many people pray to receive things for themselves. But originally, prayers were not used to beseech the gods for favors. Rather, they were used to give thanks for blessings already received.
Gaius: Blessings, eh? So I could say thanks for candied figs and honey cakes? Oh, and fruit pies, too?
Libra: Er, yes. I suppose so. If they are something you feel profoundly grateful for.
Gaius: Profoundly doesn't begin to cover it. ...So, er, do I kneel or what? Is there a bench involved somehow?
Libra: It is customary to bend the knee in supplication, yes. Now then...
Gaius: O ye gods, thanks a billion for all thine abundantly sweet and tasty goodness...
Libra: Dear gods, thank you for watching over us, and protecting our friends and comrades.
Gaius: What? Thou art jealous, O mighty gods? Jealous and angry, you say? Then send thou's terrible fruit pies to me, that I might use them to smite thine foes!
Gaius: I also love jellied pears, O vengeful ones! And those biscuits with goo in the middle!
Libra: Gaius, your demands for sweets hover ever closer to blasphemy...
Gaius: O furious and insane gods! Send me ten—nay, TWENTY of your finest cakes!
Libra: He's not listening to a word I say. Gaius? GAIUS!
Gaius: ...Huh? Hey there, Padre. What's with the shouting?
Libra: I was shouting because you were completely ignoring me! That wasn't a prayer—it was a market list! The gods are not scullery maids who deliver treacle tarts on demand!
Gaius: Oh. Right, yeah...sure. Sorry. Got carried away. I'll start over, then. *Ahem* O most horrifying and fattened gods, thou art most tricksy in thine ways...
Libra: D-dear gods, please send not lightning to strike down this heretic... He knows not what he does!
Gaius: I will deliver unto thee my first-born son, if only you make donuts rain down upon—
Libra: O gods, I thank you for this most blessed of days.
Libra: You're desperately trying not to think of sweets, aren't you?
Libra: Your trembling lip, your sweaty brow, your uncontrollable drooling... These are all the signs of a man fighting great temptation.
Gaius: Not so, Padre. Ha ha! Who's religious now? I was just praying that I'd be unharmed in the next battle.
Libra: Oh? That's actually quite sensible. Perhaps I was being unfair. I thought for sure you were dreaming about swimming in syrup or some nonsense. But why now, if I may? You usually have such a cavalier attitude toward battle.
Gaius: Well, in that last battle we fought, I had me a pretty close shave. If I'd been a split-second slower, my head would have been bouncing across the field. It made me think. You never know when your number's going to be up, you know? Anyway, I figured maybe I should take these prayers a bit more seriously.
Libra: Coming face-to-face with one's own mortality can have that effect.
Gaius: But why should the gods pay an old sinner like me any mind? It's not like I've ever done anything to earn their appreciation.
Libra: In the eyes of the gods, we are all innocent, if only we open our hearts to them.
Gaius: Yeah, that's easy for you to say, Padre. I bet you've never once strayed from the straight and narrow.
Libra: Oh, if it were only so... I am as much a sinner as anyone.
Gaius: You? Lord Squeaky Clean? I find that hard to believe.
Libra: Think about how many people have died because of me.
Libra: Every time I survive a battle, it means others have died in my place. And when I pray for safety in a fight, it is the same as praying for my foe's death.
Gaius: Wow. Never thought of that. ...Wait, so I've been praying for other people to die, too?! Crivens! I'm a terrible person!
Libra: Not terrible. Just human. Every soldier who prays for deliverance has done the same.
Gaius: This religion stuff is complicated.
Libra: Yet, we should still pray. We shall pray for ourselves, and each other, and for our allies and comrades. Even though in doing so, we are praying for the death of strangers.
Cordelia: ...Blast! He found me. Er, hello, Libra!
Libra: Are you all right? I heard from Lissa that you had a fainting fit.
Cordelia: Just a little one. And I didn't say anything because I didn't want you to worry.
Libra: This is not the time to be fretting about MY feelings. How are you feeling now?
Cordelia: Oh, I'm fine. I even saw a physician, if that makes you feel better. She said I just need to get more rest and drink lots of tea.
Libra: Well, that's good to hear.
Cordelia: ...And I AM very sorry.
Libra: What about?
Cordelia: For not listening to you. For not taking it easy like you told me to.
Libra: It is not me who you should be apologizing to.
Cordelia: Who, then?
Libra: Why, to yourself, of course! You're the one who has to suffer all the exhaustion and pain!
Cordelia: Uh, sorry, self!
Libra: You want to help people and be there for them when they need you, right? But you can't do that if you're working yourself into the ground.
Cordelia: I just can't help it! I see a job, and then another, and then another... Libra, would you maybe stay with me and scold me if I try to do too much?
Libra: I'm afraid scolding isn't in my nature. I'm more of the forgiveness type. What I can do, however, is offer my support and words of wisdom. Some gentle reminders to let you know you're trying to do the impossible.
Cordelia: *Grunt* Oomph! This...is...a heavy one...
Libra: Cordelia! What are you doing? You're supposed to be recovering!
Cordelia: Oh, hello, Libra. Yes, I'm feeling much better now!
Libra: Your problem is that you're incapable of not doing anything for five minutes...
Cordelia: You might be right, at that.
Libra: Oh, Cordelia. I can't take my eyes off you for more than a minute, can I? Is there any way to get you to relax?
Cordelia: Well, I suppose you could just follow me around nonstop!
Libra: ...Yes. That is indeed the only solution. You're going to have to let me be with you day and night.
Cordelia: What?! That's absurd!
Cordelia: Er, what I mean is...that would be sort of...odd... Unless we were married, of course. But you don't mean that! ...Or do you?
Libra: Perhaps this ring will make my intentions clear.
Libra: There are whispers in camp that Chrom rules supreme in your heart. But even so, I could never forgive myself if I did not tell you how I truly felt. So as doomed and foolish as my entreaty may be, I must ask—will you marry me?
Cordelia: It isn't foolish, Libra. Or doomed, either.
Libra: It isn't?
Cordelia: Libra, no one has ever worried as much about my welfare as you have. You try to stop me working too hard... You rush to my aid when I collapse... I've been thinking how nice it would be if you were always there for me. So nice, in fact, that I will gladly accept your ring!
Libra: Oh, Cordelia! You have made me so very happy!
Cordelia: Do you swear to look after me, make me tea, and lug crates until death do us part?
Libra: Ah! Careful there, Nowi! I didn't see you coming.
Nowi: Hey, what's this scar, Libra? Here on the back of your neck?
Libra: Don't touch it!
Nowi: Eep! S-sorry! Does it hurt?
Libra: N-no, it doesn't hurt. Not there, anyway. The wound has long since healed.
Nowi: So why aren't I allowed to touch it?
Libra: Because it might reopen a deeper wound that yet causes me pain.
Nowi: Like...inside your neck?
Libra: I'm speaking of a wound of the heart.
Nowi: Ooooooooh! I get it! ...Wait, so your heart hurts? Why?
Libra: When I was a child, I was raised far from the home of my parents. ...In truth, I was abandoned by them.
Nowi: Oh no, that's terrible! Why would your mother and father do that?
Libra: Perhaps they hated me. Perhaps they had a better reason. I do not know. When they left me at that place, I began to howl most piteously. I clung to my mother so desperately I had to be forced off... Which is when I sustained the scar you see now.
Nowi: *Sniff* That is so sad!
Libra: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. And it's long in the past now.
Nowi: Well, I don't care! I'm going to make you feel better!
Libra: How will you do that?
Nowi: Just like a cramp—I'm going to rub your heart until the pain goes away! So, er... Where do you humans keep your hearts, anyway?
Libra: I've spent years avoiding what lies within mine... I'm not entirely sure if I could find it again if I tried.
Nowi: Okay, fine. Then I'll help. We'll find out where your heart is hiding and get rid of the pain together!
Tharja: ...... I...I saw it. I saw everything. I know what lies in the dark depths of your heart.
Libra: Then you know my most secret of secrets... That my parents believed I was possessed by demons and abandoned me. And you know the terrible price this inflicted on my soul.
Tharja: You were alone and loved by no one. An urchin, wretched and friendless. Until you found the faith and became a priest, your only memories are pain. ...I don't know how you manage to survive with such a burden.
Libra: Nor do I. But, strangely, now that you know of it, the burden has grown lighter. It's as if the very act of your witnessing my sorrows has blunted their power.
Tharja: When hearts and minds come together, they sometimes change each other. It's like a spell of sorts—if one side is transformed, the other is, too.
Libra: Perhaps your magical hex has somehow dispelled my darkness.
Tharja: Doubtful. I didn't cast anything of the sort. In any case, I can no longer use you as a test subject.
Libra: Why not?
Tharja: Because I have nothing further to learn from you. Once you know someone's secret pain curses become a bit too easy.
Libra: That is unfortunate. I'd hoped I could help you more. Well, if you ever think of something else I might do, will you tell me?
Tharja: Maybe you should just focus in being happy for a bit, you know? Now you can face life without all that pain dragging you down. *(Tharja leaves.)
Libra: Yes... Hmm. Thank you, Tharja. I shall do just that!
Libra: I say... Was that the lonesome cry of a wyvern? ...... Heavens, I do believe it's getting closer. ...Yes, there it is. My, look at all those razor-sharp teeth.
Cherche: Minerva, stop that howling! We've heard quite enough already. I'm sorry if she startled you, Libra. ...Although, you don't seem very startled, actually.
Libra: Oh, it hardly bothers me. I've had plenty of past opportunities to grow used to it.
Cherche: You must be a seasoned adventurer, to be so complacent about wyverns!
Libra: Well, not wyverns specifically. But I have tangled with the occasional fell beast. Tell me, though. Is it not difficult to teach a wyvern to obey you?
Cherche: Well, Minerva is not my servant, Libra. She's family. If she obeys me, it's because she chooses to do so.
Libra: A wyvern treated as family?
Cherche: Is that so strange?
Libra: Well, I don't mean to judge you, milady, but frankly, yes. It does seem a bit strange. I didn't even think it possible to forge bonds between such disparate races. But I am glad to see it. Such open thinking embodies the word of the Ylissean faith.
Cherche: Oh, now you're just flattering me.
Libra: Flattery is a sin, milady. I would not dream of using it. But you have inspired me to follow your wonderful example. I, too, shall seek out a member of another species and attempt to befriend it!
Libra: Hmm... That's Minerva. But something sounds wrong. ...Minerva, what is it? What happened?
(Minerva cries out)
Libra: ...What? It's Cherche?! She's not feeling well? Understood. I'll come right away!
Cherche: Hello, Libra. What are you doing here?
Libra: Minerva came to me in a panic. She said you were ill.
Cherche: Really? She said that?
Libra: Please, Cherche, what is the matter? Should I summon a doctor?
Cherche: A doctor will not help, I'm afraid. I suffer from an ailment of the heart.
Libra: Ah, I see. I believe I understand, then. ...You are in love with me.
Cherche: That's... Um... I had actually expected this to be somewhat more couched in metaphor... But yes, Libra. I am.
Libra: I see.
Cherche: I'm sorry. didn't mean to spring it on you so suddenly, but I couldn't—
Libra: Do not apologize. Your words bring joy to my heart.
Cherche: They do?
Libra: Absolutely! I would not lie to you about such a thing. I confess, in bouts of wild optimism, I prayed this day might come. And yet, I am a man poor in worldly goods, and do not have a ring to offer you.
Cherche: I don't need a ring, Libra. You just have to promise to love me forever!
Libra: Then I pledge, on bended knee, my eternal love! ...And promise to buy a ring later.
Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-what is this? Blood...raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!
Libra: Owain? Is everything all right?
Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!
Libra: Why? Did you catch something? Do you think you're contagious?
Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee safety! I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father!
Libra: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did someone curse you?
Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay, raging blood!
Libra: All right, Son, just stay where you are—I'll get your mother!
Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh...That's not...strictly necessary. This pain is nothing to a man like me!
Owain: Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go get Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...
Libra: Of course I'm upset! You started moaning and shouting out of the blue! Your mother and I were terrified! *Sigh* Look, I AM relieved you're all right. But what was all that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage acting?
Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv— Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide and time!
Libra: And you are not ashamed to spout those lines? ...That makes one of us.
Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of an earlier, simpler time...
Libra: Well, a future where everyone speaks like you sounds rather— ...OWAIN, LOOK OUT!
Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!
Libra: Nngh... Archers...in the trees... They fired on you... Thank the gods they missed you... We're outnumbered... We have to get out of here! Now GO!
Libra: We lost them... We should be safe here.
Owain: Gods, not again...
Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...
Libra: This is how what happens?
Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*
Libra: Owain? Owain, are you crying? What's wrong?
Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was...just more improv, all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.
Libra: Fine, thank you. It wasn't much of a wound to begin with, thank the gods.
Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if...if you got killed again.
Libra: Ah, so that's what this was about... I die protecting you in the future?
Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!
Libra: At least it sounds like I died without regrets.
Owain: So yes, that's why when I say you took a hit for me, I... I lost control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.
Libra: I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future...
Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone—not once! You and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.
Libra: Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you... You were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so— ...Wait a second. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...
Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...dramatic effect.
Libra: ...Pray come again?
Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!
Libra: ...Thank you, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are so proud of everything you've become...
Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood...boiling once again... The fiery pride in your bosom sparked the tinder of my soul and set me ablaze!
Libra: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at least...
Inigo: Ugh, Father! That gorgeous girl was just about to say yes to a date! JUST about to! Did you really have to drag me off like that?!
Libra: We have a battle to prepare for, Inigo. Everyone else is ready to march. If you're mad, be mad at yourself for losing track of time.
Inigo: Oh, heh heh heh... Whoops... All right, time to go trounce some enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!
Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?
Libra: No. I just... I was wondering if you were like this in the future as well.
Inigo: Depends on what you mean by "like this", I suppose.
Libra: For someone who came from an apocalyptic hellscape, you're awfully carefree. It seems like you haven't a care in the world past whose bed you'll be sharing tonight. Lucina's so driven and serious... It's strange you don't have any of that purpose.
Inigo: No purpose?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!
Libra: Oh, is that so?
Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just hearing my name!
Libra: ...Your purpose in life is to be popular with girls? You literally traveled across time...to be popular with girls?!
Inigo: To be popular with ALL girls. Genius, I know. But stop, Father. You're making me blush.
Libra: I... I don't even know what to say.
Inigo: What? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!
Libra: No, that's not what... Where do I even begin? Suddenly I'm feeling very tired... I'm going on ahead.
Inigo: ...... ...Not a care in the world, huh? Not a thought in my head, he means! For being such a softy with everyone else, he sure doesn't pull any punches with me...
Libra: This is a serious injury, Inigo! Why didn't you say something?
Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.
Libra: Oh, Inigo! ENOUGH!
Libra: You can barely walk, and your still thinking about girls?! Be serious for once! Really, why did you travel back from the future? Lucina fights so hard, but you... Honestly, I'm disappointed. You have no idea what it means to be at war.
Inigo: ...... You don't know a damned thing! You're the one who's clueless, Father!
Inigo: Do you think I'd be out here if I were ONLY after girls? Out here fighting every day, wondering if this is the time I don't make it home?!
Libra: Inigo, I didn't—
Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depended on me in the future. Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my life. With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice, I HAD to be invincible. I couldn't complain or show any weakness. Not with everyone else struggling in that damn war-torn wasteland... Even with you and Mother gone, I had to pretend I was fine. That I wasn't hurting. I had to fight every day of my sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!
Inigo: ...You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the world? Well, I'm sorry to tell you, but that's not the case at all. I smile and joke around because I don't want to show the world any weakness... If that disappoints you...then I guess you'll just have to be disappointed.
Libra: Inigo, listen...
Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.
Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?
Libra: That's good, Son.
Inigo: Thanks for having me get it looked at. ...And...I'm sorry to have worried you.
Libra: No, I'M sorry. For what I said. It was...insensitive... You've been fighting with all you've got. I had no right to criticize you.
Inigo: Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history. Plus...it was my fault, too.
Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!
Inigo: You always seem so gloomy lately. Let's see a smile for once!
Libra: Ah ha ha! Stop that! S-stop! It really tickles! Ha ha ha!
Inigo: Ha ha, there it is! That's better! I didn't come all this way to see you mope around, you know?
Libra: ...That was why you came back? To make me happy?
Inigo: Well...yeah. you, and me, and everybody. The whole world, I guess. Anyway, I suppose I'm okay telling you this now.
Libra: You can tell me anything.
Inigo: You say that now, but I don't want to hear any complaints once I get going! I may be all smiles on the outside, but I'm actually pretty sensitive. And pessimistic. ...Oh, and I cry at the drop of a hat. Whenever a girl turns me down, I'm a complete mess for days.
Libra: Ha! You can stop kidding now, Inigo. I'm already smiling.
Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All that stuff about the girls—it was never part of the act.
Libra: Well, that's fine...in moderation, of course. You're a strong man, Inigo, and I couldn't be prouder of you. But no one is invincible, and you shouldn't pretend to be. If something's wrong, come to me. We'll figure it out together.
Inigo: Father... I knew you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!
Libra: Waugh! N-neck! Inigo, my neck! Too tight! C-can't breathe!
Inigo: I-it's your own fault! I don't think you've ever said anything like that to me before! And listen—the same goes for you. Whatever the problem, I'll help. I'm not about to lose you again.
Libra: Thank you, Inigo. May Naga watch over us both.
Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You know, the expensive junk.
Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and ready to go—just the way ya like it.
Libra: Uh, Brady?
Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!
Libra: Oh, right. S-sorry... *sip* ...But, Brady?
Libra: What did you mean, "just the way I like it"? I'm not much of a tea drinker...
Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.
Libra: I've had the odd cup here or there, but I've never had a "teatime" in my life.
Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?
Libra: Considering I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I suppose she did.
Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right about now!
Libra: Er, what exactly did she tell you?
Brady: Oh, don't you worry, I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol' Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh, and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.
Libra: What, the tea? Hardly something to apologize for. I was happy for the chance to chat.
Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway, I brought my violin by way of apologizin'.
Libra: ...I'm sorry?
Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a violin performance.
Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what Ma said.
Libra: Brady, listen to me. No one has ever apologized to me that way before. ...EVER. Your mother's having fun with you again.
Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna—
Libra: Brady, wait.
Libra: As long as you're here, let's enjoy a nice chat and forget about Maribelle. I'm almost thankful, really. If not for her japes, you'd probably never have come by.
Brady: Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy! Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.
Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says—
Libra: Heh heh...
Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.
Libra: I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady. I'll admit, I was a little shocked when I first saw you. You seemed a bit...scary.
Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a better job raising the real deal.
Libra: What, you mean the Brady from this era?
Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.
Libra: ...... Brady, I...
Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.
Libra: Brady, how can you say that after we've gotten so close? You think I'd just cast you aside once my son is born? I would never do that. You're my friend, Brady. ...And my son.
Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I'd decided not to cry, and then ya go and say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just...remember that we were good pals once, yeah? Real chums.
Libra: I could never forget you, Son. I'll remember you until the gods call me home and love you as my future self would.
Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!
Libra: Ha! Then I suppose it's settled. I can't very well die now, can I?
Libra: Kjelle, you seem to be training especially hard today.
Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share of the fighting.
Libra: Oh, so...you're not cooking again?
Kjelle: Would you want me to, after last time?! You saw how that day's battle played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like newborn deer... And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't been so horrified, we might all be dead!
Libra: It was certainly a...challenging day. But nobody's perfect—I'm sure it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.
Libra: ...I'm sorry?
Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees! Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.
Libra: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
Libra: All right! Fair enough. ...Look, what if I gave you a few pointers? If we manage to come up with something tasty, we can share it with everyone!
Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.
Severa: Apply the whetstone to the blade at an angle, and then... Gah, not again! That's the fifth one that broke! Nothing EVER goes right for me!
Libra: Severa? What are you doing?
Severa: I'm sharpening these stupid weapons that won't stay sharp! Gawds! You told me to help out, right? So I'm helping.
Libra: ...And that pile of broken swords behind you?
Severa: It's not my fault they're defective! They all, like fell apart and stuff! Sorry I'm not PERFECT at everything like Mother! Sorry I'm SO STUPID! I get it—I'm useless! You should just drown me in a sack...
Libra: Severa, I think you're overreact—
Severa: I burn everything I try to cook... I just about beheaded a horse while chopping wood... I'm no help to anyone! I'm just a bunch of lame deadweight. You must've had high hopes, too, given Mother's history. I'm such a disappointment.
Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it!
Libra: I'm not disappointed, Severa. I couldn't be happier that you came back to us.
Severa: Oh, please. Are you mocking me? Do you really think I'm that stupid? All my life, every time I mess something up, people compare me to Mother! And you're closer to her than anyone! I KNOW you think I don't measure up.
Libra: You're your own woman, Severa. I wouldn't compare you to anyone. You're my daughter and my treasure, and I know your mother feels the same.
Libra: I love you, honey, and I'm behind you no matter what happens. So no more talk of being a disappointment! It makes me feel like I failed you as a father.
Severa: What? No! Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I... I didn't... WAAAAAAAAAH!
Libra: Don't cry. You've been through a lot, I know, but it's all right now. I'm sorry for saying you needed more hardship before. I know it's been hard... But I'll do all I can to keep you from ever suffering again. And hey—you HAVE been doing your chores. So how about that reward now?
Severa: No. I don't need it. I don't need anything but you, Daddy! But if you die on me again, I'll never forgive you!
Libra: I'm not going anywhere this time, dear. I swear it on Naga's name.
Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.
Libra: Apparently not. But what of your family?
Libra: I was thinking: we're father and son... Perhaps it's time we started acting like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father," you know? We could start there.
Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.
Libra: I suppose what you say is true, but you could stand to open your heart a bit more... I know your true father is gone, and I know you must miss him greatly. ...But I thought perhaps our relationship could help heal that wound.
Gerome: Then you are a fool.
Libra: Oh, gods, labeled a fool by my own child... You should know, Gerome, that I'm only offering this out of a sense of—
Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and clean Minervykins before bedtime.
Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is contagious!
Libra: Hello, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of little Minervykins?
Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have misheard.
Libra: Peace, Gerome. It was an innocent remark and nothing more. Cherche sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the habit as well.
Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.
Libra: Heh heh. You know, you're adorable when you're flustered.
Libra: All right, all right. No need to glare now. I meant no offense...
Gerome: ...Apology accepted.
Libra: That's very kind of you. Though I must say, seeing you so angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.
Gerome: What do you mean?
Libra: Mmm? O-oh, nothing... Hey, is that your Minerva over there?
Gerome: It is.
Libra: Hmm, she seems more intimidating than Cherche's. Scarier, more ferocious...
Gerome: Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smoky eyes... She's such a cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!
Libra: Oh? I didn't trick you into anything... You said it all by yourself.
Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!
Libra: Heh, he is indeed adorable when he's flustered.
Libra: Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, I see?
Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?
Libra: It's nothing so sinister as your tone implies, I assure you... I just wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son... Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might—
Gerome: I have no sensitive side.
Libra: Er, right. But remember when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo? The look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I—
Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ...... ...Er, Minerva?
Libra: Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family. There, there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you?
Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family? ...... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...
Libra: What did Minerva say?
Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand her?
Libra: Well... It's an acquired skill.
Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father.
Libra: ...Did you just call me Father?
Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!
Libra: W-wait, Gerome! Son! Let's hear it just one more time!
Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my father... All my memories of Mother are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician she was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my father. It's one big blank.
Libra: What's going on, Morgan?
Morgan: Father! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Mother put it? "We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!
Libra: I see. That sounds wonderful.
Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
Libra: I'd be happy to try. After all—
Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one—figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Father? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
Libra: Let's just...hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? Perhaps you could just try staring at me for a bit? Right into my eyes.
Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here goes... ...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Father looked like?"
Libra: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?
Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Father!
Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you! I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
Libra: Come now, Morgan. No tears.
Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
Libra: What's wrong?!
Morgan: I...I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but...I remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Father. I never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.
Libra: Take all the time you need. I'll be here for you always.
Libra: Um, Yarne? Is there a reason you're staring at me like that?
Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on Mother.
Libra: By the gods, Yarne! Cheating? I'd never do such a thing! I've been faithful to Panne since the day I proposed!
Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth...
Libra: Why would you think I was cheating?! ...Is someone spreading rumors?
Yarne: Nope. The idea just popped into my head the other day. You see, I got to thinking... What would happen to me if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't good enough?
Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both stayed alive. Eventually you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be guaranteed. But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman before I was born. The very instant you made the decision, I would just wink out of existence! The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrrrr...
Libra: ...Hmm. I guess I see your point.
Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you toe the line!
Libra: Now hold on just one minute!
Yarne: Don't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during battle. ...Just so long as the fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway, I've got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you!
Libra: What's wrong, Yarne? You look as if your world is about to end.
Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking about?
Libra: Hmm... The number of times I knelt down in prayer?
Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating! You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to vanish as a result! I just know it!
Libra: Yarne, Calm down. I was just being polite. Pleasantries and tactics and such.
Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent hearing.
Libra: Believe me, I know all about that... But you have to understand, I must talk to my fellow soldiers—men and women both. When you're in the thick of battle, it's vital you know who you're fighting with. I mean, what if someone said you couldn't talk to Lucina ever again?
Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem.
Libra: I'm glad you understand. But I wish you would just trust me. I swear in Naga's good name I would never cheat!
Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what about the future? How do I know you'll never change your mind? I mean, you once promised me that you'd return home...but you never did...
Yarne: ...Er, forget I said that. It doesn't matter. I won't spy on you anymore. But if you break another promise and cheat on Mother, I won't ever forgive you!
Libra: ...Hmm, I think I understand now. In Yarne's future, I die and become the memory of a broken promise.
Libra: There you are, Yarne. I was looking for you.
Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you, I won't spy on you anymore.
Libra: That's not why I wanted to see you. I...want to apologize. In the future, I promised to come back to you and...I didn't. I'm sorry.
Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me! It was a different you from a different time!
Libra: Yes, I understand that. And I also know you're not my son. ...Not exactly, anyway.
Libra: We're not just from different times, but from different versions of time. And yet I think of you as my family all the same. I hope to give you the things that the father in your future couldn't. ...That is what you want, isn't it?
Yarne: I...I guess it is, yes. I know it's not right, but I can't help but think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other women. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving Mother and being someone else's father. It would be like losing him all over again.
Libra: Yarne, what if I made another promise? I swear by all that's holy that I will survive and that I will never abandon your mother. I love you both more than anything in this world. I would do anything for you.
Yarne: I...I don't know what to say. Except...thank you. Because this time, I believe you'll keep your promise.
Yarne: Phew! Now maybe I can relax and stop worrying about vanishing from history... You're such a great father! Who's a good father? Yes, whooo's a good father?!
Libra: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but must you pet me like a dog while you say it?
Libra: I was thinking about how you said you were older than Lucina... Can you explain that? I'm a little lost.
Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among era is imprecise. There are...variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two years ago. I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years.
Libra: There's that much of a spread between where you landed? Er, when you landed?
Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in terms of physical age.
Libra: So you've been in this era for five years all by yourself?
Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish behaviors. I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if you'll excuse me...
Libra: Laurent, wait! Why have you ever mentioned any of this before? You were cut off from everyone else for five whole years. You must have been so...lonely.
Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on my own.
Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before.
Libra: Yes, you were. But today is different. Because today... Coochy coochy coo!
Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?!
Libra: Ah-hah! So you CAN smile!
Laurent: I beg your pardon?!
Libra: You're always so bent on being such a serious, proper adult. I worry that you put too much pressure on yourself.
Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child!
Libra: Age has nothing to do with it. It doesn't matter if you're older than Lucina. Or even older than me! You're still a child. You're MY child. ...You're my son.
Laurent: Er, I...
Libra: And you're not alone anymore, so stop isolating yourself. You've got friends, and you've got me.
Laurent: ...... You're right. All that time, it was... I was so lonely. Year after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet up with the others but knowing how minuscule my chances were... I had no one to help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was...awful. Many nights, I thought I'd die alone. That the pain would kill me, or...
Libra: I'm so sorry I didn't find you earlier, Laurent. Gods forgive me. But know that I will never leave your side again.
Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
Libra: By the gods, why would she do something like that?
Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
Libra: Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.
Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK*
Libra: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
Libra: Oh dear. That's...rather pathetic.
Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
Libra: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me!
Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
Libra: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
Libra: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
Noire: Just like before...
Libra: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well look at the bright side—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
Libra: I guess some things were simply meant to be...
Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
Libra: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, love.
Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
Libra: Noire?! What are you...
Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
Libra: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
Noire: ...Eeeek! M-mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
Libra: Hee hee, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
Libra: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
Libra: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
Libra: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
Libra: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
Libra: Oh, dear. I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Good-bye, Noire! Love you!
Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!
Libra: What's wrong, Nah? You seem like you're in quite a mood.
Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends almost all of her time running around camp playing games.
Libra: How odd. I was just thinking how the two of you are so alike in many ways... But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is—I wouldn't want her to change.
Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant, she'll never learn to act her age!
Libra: Well, I...
Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible, and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in her... Unless...you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her—
Libra: What?! D-don't be ridiculous! I knew exactly what I was getting into.
Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?
Libra: No, no... I was well aware of her...frivolous side. I find it charming. Yes, indeed. Charming.
Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it out. Why DID you marry her?
Libra: Enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like this!
Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!
Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation.
Libra: Nah, you're incredibly persistent, but that discussion is over. I'm not getting into any more detail about why I chose your mother, and that's final!
Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL!
Libra: Heh, you're a little young to understand about a "woman's heart," yourself.
Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder any woman deigned to choose YOU...
Libra: Nah, I know what you're trying to do here. But don't forget, I AM your father. If you keep this up, I WILL get upset, and I WILL punish you...
Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry... I swear.
Libra: All right... I appreciate the apology.
Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in your heart to forgive me.
Libra: Yes, of course. But—
Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be...going now.
Libra: No, wait, Nah.
Libra: You seem so crestfallen... Are you all right?
Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry over a simple, innocent question...
Libra: Um, yes, well... See, it's just—
Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship. Being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment. Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.
Libra: B-b-but... ...Is this really what I have to look forward to for the next decade?
Libra: About the other day, when you said you were used to disappointment... What exactly did you mean by that?
Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.
Libra: What, you mean Nowi wasn't around to raise you?
Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child.
Libra: Don't say that.
Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would stop...hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was utterly alone. And I never once mentioned how much I missed my father and mother. *Sniff* I... I didn't even ask...when...when would they come back for me...
Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking so many questions and making you angry...
Libra: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you anything you want know—even the embarrassing story of our courtship... And if you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for you. As long as I'm around, you won't ever be lonely again.
Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!
Libra: Not at all, Nah. Now, tell me, what do you want to know?
Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!
Libra: Oh dear. All right, well...as you know, your mother has always looked young, and...