Ekhidna:: Don't you die. I'm counting on you to survive.
Lot: I don't plan on dying. I have a sister back home. And also...
Ekhidna:: Also what?
Lot: No, nothing.
Ekhidna:: Oh, I get it. You've got a speical somebody waiting for you, eh? Well, well, aren't you the lucky man.
Lot: ...... Anyway, I'm planning on going home soon, granted I stay alive...
Ekhidna:: Are you worrying about that again?
Lot: The enemy is getting stronger all the time. I don't know how much longer I can hold out...
Lot: I know that we'll win in the end... But I don't know whether I'll be able to go home.
Ekhidna:: Come on, don't be so stupid.
Lot: ...I'm stupid?
Ekhidna:: Someone of your age should be enjoying life! I know you're probably worrying about your sister and all sorts of things. But you have to go running around more freely. You'll probably run into walls and hit your head from time to time, but that's life.
Lot: ...I don't think I want to be hitting my head.
Ekhidna:: Don't worry, even if you die, I'll take care of things for you. So you can go out and get killed without any worries! ...You know?
Lot: ...... She seemed to be saying something different than what she was originally talking about... But...was she trying to cheer me up?
Lance: You are Lot, the mercenary. An axe-fighter, with much endurance.
Lot: You... You're Lance.
Lance: You seemed to have a troubled look on your face.
Lot: Oh... I was just thinking some things over. Actually, this is a perfect chance. Let me ask you something.
Lance: If it is something within my meager knowledge.
Lot: All right, axes are weak against swords. This is just common sense. What I'm wondering about is why it became like that. I just don't get the evidence or physics behind it. That's what I was thinking about.
Lance: I see. Some time earlier, I asked the exact same question as you. I think I've found the answer after I looked through several books on war strategy.
Lot: So is it...the weapon's weight?
Lance: Exactly. Because all weapons are designed bearing in mind that humans will be wielding them, it is almost inevitable that minor flaws and weaknesses would appear.
Lot: So... It's impossible for a weapon to just make you really strong.
Lance: Right. In the past, many kinds of weapons were made, and disappeared. Among them, the sword, axe and spear remained, thus creating what is commonly known as the weapon triangle.
Lot: I see. But wait, what about weapons like the Swordreaver?
Lance: Well, that brings us to a whole different dimension. So...
Lot: ...Do you think the mistake was when I moved that ballista six turns ago?
Lance: Yes, I think so. Where did you learn how to play? I learned it as one of the requirements of a knight.
Lot: There was an old war veteran living where I come from. He taught me. I couldn't find anyone to play with in the mercenary groups. But up against those who can play, it looks like I don't stand a chance.
Lance: Well, if you can point out your mistakes, that shows you have skill. I played with Alen the other day, but it was over in two turns.
Lance: ...... I honestly don't know. Well, we are outnumbered severely. The enemy can afford send out new troops all the time, while we have to be careful about losing even one troop.
Lot: Yeah... Our starting conditions are just so different.
Lance: But Master Roy sometimes thinks of plans that are beyond my petty thoughts. He has done miraculously well in the battles so far. Under his direction, I feel like we could never lose. Master Roy will surely lead us to victory.
Lot: I see... ...You're not the one to favor somebody just because he's your master. So if you say so, it must be true. Then I better start believing, too...in our victory, and our leader.
Lot: I like him. He's pretty impressive for someone so young.
Dieck: Yeah, he is. But... He's young. Too young.
Lot: Well, I guess you're right, but...
Dieck: I understand why you support him. He's a nice guy, and he's got the brains and guts. But... The battles now are still easy. When he gets to a real battle, in a life or death situation... That's when we'll see how he really is.
Dieck: Years ago...when I just became a mercenary... I was only concerned about spreading my fame.
Lot: Really... You had such times, too?
Dieck: Our squad was sent right in the middle of the enemy lines. We were supposed to go deep into Bern and kill the enemy leader. We waited underground for days...and then the time came. When we went out... dozens of arrows rained down on us.
Lot: ! Why...?
Dieck: Our employer... He purposely put us there so he could buy time for himself to escape. Our squad was decimated. They killed us all, except for me. They left me alive for torturing purposes.
Dieck: We mercenaries are simply disposables in their eyes. That's the norm. If you don't think like that, you won't be able to take it...
Lot: But...that kid, Roy...
Dieck: Yeah...he's different. If only I'd known him before...
Dieck: We're mercenaries. We don't give a damn about who wins, all we care about are our money and our lives. We're best to just walk off rather than stay and get killed. But...it's weird. We're going through all these incredibly tough battles, and I still don't feel like running off. Roy...he makes me feel like I can die for his purpose and not have any regrets.