Lyn: Eliwood, you’re well informed about the other lords of Lycia, are you not? Are there any lordlings close to my age, besides you and Hector?
Eliwood: Of course. There’s quite a few.
Lyn: Then, some are women, I take it? If they enjoyed swordplay as much as I do, we’d become fast friends. What do you think? Know anyone?
Eliwood: Hmm... Let me see...
Lyn: Someone skilled in the spear, or axe, or bow would be fine, too, of course.
Eliwood: I don’t know any ladies skilled in the martial arts. Most of them never leave the castle, for that matter. The only time I see them are at the banquets and such.
Lyn: Banquets... I see. Those are no place for someone from the plains, like me. Oh well... Chancellor Reissmann tells me I need to learn manners. I have to attend all these affairs in place of my ill grandfather, you see. The chancellor doesn’t think I act enough like a lady of Caelin. That’s why I was hoping to find a lady that could teach me.
Eliwood: You’ve got your work cut out for you.
Lyn: Say, could you teach me, Eliwood? Teach me how to act like a lady!
Eliwood: You think I know!?
Lyn: ...No, I guess you wouldn’t. Ahhh... My grandfather must be vexed to have me as a grandchild. My late mother was gentle, well mannered, and beautiful...
Eliwood: Well, you’re beautiful, Lyndis.
Lyn: Wha--? E-Eliwood! What did you--?
Eliwood: Yeah, when we were sparring this last time, I was thinking... The way you move, so like the wind. It was like watching a beautiful dance.
Lyn: Oh! My swordplay is beautiful... Right, you have leave to say that.
Eliwood: Ah, Lyndis! You’ve gotten much better since our last match. I’ll have to do my best not to fall behind!
Lyn: Yes, well... about sparring... I was wondering if you might not teach me something else?
Eliwood: Something else?
Lyn: Yes, well, you know! Even if you can’t teach me about being a lady, there is much to learn...
Eliwood: Manners and such? That is fine by me, but I think you’re worrying too much. You should relax, take it in stride.
Lyn: Yes, but I have so far to go! I’m not like a lady at all. My grandfather took me in, a mixed-blood child, but I fear the other nobles of Lycia will not be so accepting. I do not want the Sacae blood in my veins to bring my grandfather shame.
Eliwood: Hmph. You sound shy—Nothing like the Lyndis I know!
Eliwood: When I first saw you in Khathelet, I thought, what strength she has in her eyes, that woman. I seem to remember, Lyndis, back then, you didn’t know what to think about your noble Lycian blood, but the Sacae blood in you... for that you had nothing but the purest pride. Remember how you felt. You don’t have to be like anyone else, Lyndis.
Lyn: ... ... Yes...you’re right. I guess... I guess I lost myself. Thank you, Eliwood. I feel better, somewhat.
Eliwood: No need to thank me.
Lyn: When I was on the plains, I used to despise the nobility. But I’ve changed. I think it happened a year ago, when I met you. You... you believed in me. You helped me.
Eliwood: Hey, I wouldn’t have made it this far without your help, too. You are my good friend. This is what friends do! Now, shall we?
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 things 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!
Florina: Is something the matter? Might...I be of some help?
Lyn: ... ...Thanks. But it's really nothing. It can't be fixed, anyway.
Florina: ...Is it the plains?
Florina: Please, don't hide it even from me! You want to return to the plains, don't you, Lyn? I know how you used to leave the castle and gaze out from the hill at Caelin.
Lyn: It's just... It doesn't seem fair. I know... With my grandfather in his condition, I'm the only one to watch over the castle...
Florina: You shouldn't force yourself, though. I'm sure that Lord Hausen would understand... Living on the plains just seems right for you, Lyn.
Lyn: Florina... Hmm, guess what? You stopped calling me "Lyndis"... And you're speaking much more frankly now.
Florina: Ah! I-I apologize! I'm such a scatterbrain, I...
Lyn: Please, Florina—Don't... I, too, thought it was the way we had to be with each other. But I was wrong—I can't take it anymore. I've been so lonely all this time. Leaving the plains... And you, my best friend treating me like a noble stranger. What does rank and birth have to do with anything? I'm still myself, and you're still you! Please, talk to me normally, like you always used to.
Florina: Lyndis...Lyn... I...I'm sorry. I had no idea you felt that way...
Lyn: I do, and someday when I return to the plains... Come with me, won't you? I may not be able to pay you like I do now... But I would like you with me, Florina, as a friend.
Florina: Yes. That would be nice. Let's stick together, no matter what happens. Now...and always.
Rath: The battlefield is no place for daydreaming. ... ...You'll get killed.
Lyn: I, um, yes. I'm sorry.
Rath: ... ...
Lyn: I was thinking of my grandfather... He was still...asleep... when I left Caelin. Just when it seemed he was getting better... Why... Why must these things happen to me? ...I don't want to lose him. Not...another one.
Rath: ... ...
Lyn: Well. Enough of dark thoughts! Why...Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself, Rath? The Kutolah tribe is quite large, is it not? Is it true that you have no enemies, for all fear your leader, the Silver Wolf?
Rath: Can't say.
Rath: I left Kutolah before I was old enough to understand such things. For fifteen years now, I've traveled by myself.
Lyn: It's OK. Really, you don't have to write one.
Wil: I-I must apologize! I didn't know about your parents... I'm afraid I have been most unforgivably rude!
Lyn: ... ...
Wil: Actually...I ran away from home. Together, with a friend... Five years ago. We had a plan, the two of us. We'd get lucky, make a fortune. Both our families'd live in happiness. That was our dream... But things didn't work out that way, of course. My friend went back home after only a month.
Lyn: ... ...
Wil: I thought I'd never forgive him, you know? How could he do that? He quit halfway... How could he respect himself after that? Of course...I was no better. I wandered for a few years. Finally, I came as far as Bern... But nothing ever changed. I was afraid to tell my parents, afraid they'd find out... After all, I was the one deserving no respect.
Lyn: ...Nothing ever changed? I would think that you realizing your own mistake was a big change.
Wil: Lady Lyndis...
Lyn: It's true, Wil. Sain often told me: "That Wil is such a miser, he'll not loan me one gold." "What's the point in saving all the time? Gold's to be spent!"
Wil: ... ...
Lyn: And Kent, too, he said: "Wil is my best student-- the most attentive by far." "He's driven, that one..." "There's someone he wants to please by becoming a knight, I can tell."
Wil: ... ...
Lyn: Stay in the Knights of Caelin until you've reached your goal. But I think your parents would like to hear that you are safe and well... More than seeing you as a knight years from now... or having you bring them mountains of gold...
Wil: Lady Lyndis... I'll do it. I'll write them a letter tonight.
Lyn: Yes. And Wil... I'm sorry for pushing you.
Wil: Not at all! I feel like I will owe you until my dying day, Lady Lyndis.
Lyn: Remember, a letter isn't enough. You need to go home.
Wallace: It is nothing! I have sworn my body and blade to Caelin! It is my duty to aid the lady Lyndis. Ah, I was going to ask you how the knights of Caelin have been doing? Have they been following the training courses in my “Manual of Knightly Prowess”?
Lyn: Y-Yes... They’re all giving in their best. All except that one crazy course in which they’re supposed to circle the domain at top speed...
Wallace: What!? Those weak-bellied wimps! How many times did I explain: Leave out one of the drills in the manual, and the good it has done will be for naught!
Lyn: But they’re only human! Running full speed around the domain is impossible!
Wallace: With an iron will, nothing is impossible, my Lady. At my best, I circled the domain thrice, in armor!
Lyn: You can’t set one person as a standard for all, especially one as exceptional as yourself!
Wallace: Nonsense! Lord Hassar dismounted and ran the three laps with me, he did!
Lyn: Wallace! You... You knew my father?
Wallace: I knew him well. I knew Lord Hassar well, for he was my rival in all things.
Wallace: I had not thought to ever tell this to anyone... But I shall tell you, and only you.
Lyn: What is it?
Wallace: I haven’t told you how I came to Bern...
Lyn: You mean you didn’t wander here by chance?
Wallace: No, not by chance. I came to Bern for a reason. I had a purpose...
Lyn: A purpose?
Wallace: The bandits that used to live in the Taliver Mountains... They are no more. I destroyed the bandits of Taliver.
Lyn: ...Why!? Why did you do such a thing!? The bandits of Taliver were my enemies! They were mine to...
Wallace: ...Lady Lyndis. I killed them—but not for revenge. I want you to be happy... I wanted the single daughter of Lord Hassar and Lady Madelyn... ...to be happy.
Lyn: ... ...
Wallace: Lady Lyndis. If you truly wished revenge upon them, you should be happy. Hatred can be strength. On the plains, you needed that strength to survive. But left too long, hatred can twist and consume you.
Lyn: ... ...
Wallace: The blood of your parents flows in your veins. That you live must bring them no end of joy. But for you to be filled with such hate... Is this what your parents would have wished for?
Lyn: But...But I... ... ...
Wallace: My words now might not reach you, I know that. Still, Lady Lyndis, listen: I pray that your heart will not be clouded. For you have the clear eyes of your mother, and in clarity lies beauty.