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.
Matthew: You’re Jaffar, right? You, uh... You’re a Black Fang, aren’t you? Did you know a girl named Leila?
Matthew: She was a spy in the service of House Ostia. She infiltrated Black Fang to get information on the enemy and...died. So, did you know her?
Matthew: Leila was the best spy we had working for us. The person who killed her... Even in the Black Fang, had to have been very skilled. One of the four assassins they call the Four Fangs... It was you, wasn’t it.
Jaffar: ...... ...Yes.
Matthew: The guy who killed Leila. I know it won’t be so easy to take you down. This is the only greeting I have for you, Jaffar. I don’t know what Lord Hector or Lord Eliwood thinks, but you’re going to pay. When you’re dying at my hands... You remember Leila’s name.
Guy: Y-You’re a coward, attacking me in my sleep like that! Your sword is without honor! You hear me!?
Matthew: What do I care? I’m no knight. Speaking of knights... How do you expect to succeed getting taken in by a simple night attack?
Guy: Yes, b-but...!
Matthew: Listen, Guy. There’s a story of a famous knight you should know. One day, this knight received a challenge. His opponent named a time and a place, and he agreed. Then, when his opponent turned to walk off, he cut him down right then and there.
Guy: T-That’s cowardice!
Matthew: No, his opponent was weak to turn his back on an enemy. That is the true nature of combat. Would you stand on the battlefield, calling your enemy a coward?
Guy: Y-Yes, but... F-Fine, I get it! I lost! Fine!
Serra: Ahhh-ahh. All this time in the sun is doing terrible things to my skin! Lord Hector needs to take better care of his vassals!
Matthew: Come on. We should keep moving.
Serra: Hey, hey, Matthew! Wouldn’t it be great if we had our own vassals?
Matthew: Hm? Who needs ‘em. You don’t need partners to swipe treasure and unlock doors. And too many people means too many footfalls.
Serra: But I want my own vassals!
Matthew: ...Oh, please, not again. And what exactly would you have your vassals do?
Serra: Well, first of all, they would have to call me Lady Serra... And bring me cold, refreshing drinks... And massage my feet and shoulders every day... I would also require their absolute submission to my every whim, of course... I don’t need much, just a faithful servant who would slave away for me until death!
Matthew: ...Oh, is that all? Well, then...
Serra: I wonder if someone has misplaced his vassals recently. Maybe there’s one just lying around here somewhere...
Serra: Hey, Matthew! Listen to this! You’ll never believe how mean Lord Hector was to me!
Matthew: ...Blimey. What now?
Serra: I said to him, “Give me some vassals,” and do you know what he said back to me? Can you guess? Can you? NOTHING! He ignored me! Can you believe it?
Matthew: ...And you are so very, very difficult to ignore...
Serra: Right! You are seriously the only person who could understand how much hurt I am feeling right now!!
Matthew: I’m not sure anyone could understand...
Serra: Why is Lord Hector always so mean to us? I mean, we are always putting our life on the line for him!
Matthew: ...I hate to admit it, but you may have a point there... I have approached him many times with my own request, only to be turned away...
Serra: Yeah, see!? So, what did you ask for, Matthew? Vassals? Rank? Promotion? Jewels?
Matthew: Ehh... I told him there was... an unwanted distraction... that it was making it difficult for me to work... that he should let me do things my own way, that I should be...free from this distraction...
Serra: Yeah! Yeah! I totally know what you mean, Matthew! Lord Hector just doesn’t understand our needs! We should go complain to him together!
Matthew: ...Man, are you ever thick...
Serra: Come along, Matthew! You’ll be left behind if you dawdle so!
Matthew: She’s not bad looking... If only she would just...shut...up...
Matthew: Yeah, yeah. Come along, I know. ...Save...me...
Matthew: You know, Oswin, I just don’t get it. How long do we need to be on this quest?
Oswin: What do you mean. Matthew?
Matthew: We are men of Ostia, aren’t we? Our young master is risking his life for the sake of his friends, but if you think about what is best for Ostia...
Oswin: ...Hmm. I agree. But Hector’s not one to change his mind once it’s made. So I am here just to keep him out of trouble. I’ve sworn to serve him truly, and so I shall. It is a most trying situation.
Oswin: What is it, Matthew?
Oswin: So why did you come on this journey? Didn’t you say that spies do not join the fray?
Matthew: Yes, that’s true... But if we leave him alone, who knows what might happen? He is faithful and brave at his best, and a spoiled child at his worst. We must keep an eye on him. And if we must watch him, we might as well fight along his side.
Oswin: ...You seem pleased by that, Matthew...
Matthew: Well, I have long been accustomed to his presence, his behavior. But...I rather thought your appraisal of him to be a big generous of late...
Oswin: That is...most certainly not true. ...No, certainly not.
Matthew: It seems our young master intends to see this thing with Eliwood through to the end.
Oswin: And so we shall follow him and remain loyal to the end as well. We must protect him at all cost.
Matthew: But...what do you think about those two?
Oswin: What do you mean?
Matthew: Eliwood, son of Marquess Pherae. Hector, brother of Marquess Ostia. Each one bears the weight of a nation... How will they govern Lycia? Aren’t you curious?
Oswin: Well... I believe Eliwood will make an ideal leader... He may have faults, but he has the heart of the people.
Matthew: And what of our master, Hector?
Oswin: Of him...I am not so sure. He would surely be unique in our history of leaders. Oh, who am I trying to be so diplomatic for?
Matthew: Anyway, he is what he is... At least he has no skill for treachery, unlike Lord Uther... But he will certainly face challenges...
Oswin: Perhaps...that is best.
Matthew: I’m sorry?
Oswin: Hector may not walk the right path. The path of Eliwood may be the right one, but maybe our Hector can win people with his inventiveness. By not walking the clear path, he always forges new ones... In that, he has great skill.
Matthew: You would say so much, Oswin? What has come over you?
Oswin: ...I would not trust him to act without us, but...I would not want to see his good qualities hindered.
Matthew: Hmm, I see.
Oswin: But...you will never tell Hector what I have just said. It is...not becoming of a knight.
Legault: Hold on, relax. Former Black Fang. I’ve nothing to do with them anymore.
Matthew: I wonder. Disguise yourself, get close to the enemy... I am familiar with these duties, as are you.
Legault: I understand your point. It is difficult to take a traitor on his honor, I’ll wager. So what are you going to do? Are you going to kill me? And then tell your friends that I turned my coat on them as well?
Matthew: I’d love to, but I’ve no proof that you’re an enemy, and so I can’t. But don’t forget. As long as you’re here, I’ll be watching you!
Legault: My oh my! I’m not a popular fellow at all.
Matthew: Legault. What was your nickname in the Fang? What kind of work did you do?
Legault: So now I’m your new hobby, is that it? You falling for me?
Matthew: I’m not in the mood for your jokes. Tell me.
Legault: All right, no need to get testy. I was a member of the Black Fang when you could count us all on two hands. They took me in because of my nimble agility. In the organization, I was known as the Hurricane. My job, like everyone else’s, was assassination. The only difference were my targets. I was the one charged with...cleaning house.
Matthew: Cleaning house?
Legault: Yep. As the cleaner, I was responsible for executing anyone who betrayed the Fang. Black Fang members never beg for mercy. They’d rather die than be captured. It’s ‘cause they know... What happens to traitors. You can never run from the cleaner. That’s Fang law. I worked to protect that law.
Matthew: Really? The Black Fang seems filled with some powerful fellows. And you? You don’t look like much.
Legault: Yeah, but you know... People have to sleep sometime. But then you know all about work like that, don’t you?
Legault: Killing the people you’ve lived and worked with for years. You’ll find yourself hated pretty quickly. That’s one thing that makes this place comfortable. I can just be a simple hanger-on. Are you satisfied?
Legault: Well, that’s all right. I’m not asking that you believe me right away.
Legault: Hm? What, you again? More questions for me? No one trusts me. Even after all that rambling I did earlier.
Matthew: There’s one other important thing I haven’t asked you. Why did you betray the Black Fang?
Legault: ...... Do I really have to go into all of this?
Legault: ...OK, I see. I like the Black Fang the way it used to be. The commander was a father figure, Lloyd, Linus, Jan and Uhai... There was nothing to be suspicious of then. We believed in our own righteousness. We can’t go back... Back to the good old days. You understand, right? Right?
Legault: Sonia’s arrival was the beginning of the end. The change came slowly... The Fang rotted away bit by bit. And it was all the doing of one creepy villain, Nergal... The Fang changed. And as it changed, so did our work.
Legault: Those who had no taste for killing, the wounded who couldn’t work... We started receiving orders to kill these innocents, too. So... I was ordered by some stranger to kill a wounded companion of mine. Her name was Aesha. A woman I’d worked with for years.
Legault: She’d made a mistake, and her wound cost her her skill at killing. Her career as an assassin was over. But she shouldn’t have to die for that. She could have lived in some village somewhere... She should have had many days of happiness ahead of her... But......
Legault: I, with this hand, I...took her life. That’s when it started. That’s when I started thinking about getting out.
Legault: That’s it. You satisfied?
Matthew: ...Uhm... Legault?
Matthew: I’m sorry.
Legault: What’s this? Hearing you say that just made my day.
Matthew: Don’t get the wrong idea. I don’t trust you any more than before. But... Everyone’s got a place in their hearts that they don’t want to be touch. ...That’s it.
Legault: Eh... Matthew, you’re a good kid. It’s a shame to waste you as a spy.