Panne: That suits me fine. I get your food all to myself. More warmth for me.
Avatar: Well, I suppose it is warm. Not a very high bar is it?
Panne: No. Not that warmth. I mean it warms my heart. I had forgotten what it felt like...I was alone for so long...
Panne: ...Heh, I'm being gloomy again. Forget I said anything.
Avatar: Panne, I...here.
Panne: What...is this?
Avatar: It's a ring, Panne. I want you to marry me.
Avatar: Oh, well... Marriage is when two people promise to stay with each other for life. You mean so much to me it tears me up to think of you being alone... You've had too much of that already. ...Let me be your family.
Panne: You would do that?
Avatar: If you'll let me, yes.
Panne: And I would never be alone again?
Avatar: Not for as long as I lived.
Panne: And you would cook for me everyday?
Avatar: If you want, sure.
Panne: ...I knew your were kind, Avatar. But this...I'm happier than I believed possible! This is better than the first time I tried your carrot stew.
Avatar: Well I should HOPE I'm better than that!
Panne: To think that I might love a human... What a strange world this is.
Frederick: Great paladin's helm! What manner of beast is that? Ah, hold. It's only Panne. ...But why is she prowling about in beast form? And why is she charging me?! BACK, FOUL BEAST! BACK, LEST MY SWORD TASTE YOUR—
Panne: *Pant, pant* F-finally! You are a hard one to catch, man-spawn.
Frederick: Why did you chase me down in beast form? I feared you were planning to eat me whole!
Panne: Running on four legs is much faster. ...Did I scare you?
Frederick: A knight does not know fear. ...This was more like a surprise. Or perhaps alarm.
Panne: Lies! I hear your heart race even now! You were scared as a new born pup. It is all right. You do not need to pretend for my sake. I have grown used to fear and ignorance from your kind.
Frederick: You mistake me, good lady. I hold no fear of the taguel. Behold what is in front of your eyes: are we not conversing as equals?
Panne: If this is true, then why were you scared?
Frederick: When I was but a young boy, I lived in a small village in the hills. One day I wandered into the forest, where I was set upon by a mountain wolf. My wounds were most grievous...many in the village doubted I would survive. When you came running, you reminded me of the beast that attacked me and... I apologize, good lady. I did not mean to offend with my actions.
Panne: I'm sorry, Frederick. I had no intention to remind you of such things. Would you prefer if I avoided you on the field of battle?
Frederick: That is unnecessary. When in combat—
Panne: The enemy is before you and you lose all fear, yes? Spoken like a warrior.
Frederick: Yes. Although if you could avoid moving, that might help.
Frederick: I no longer fear your animal form, and for this I owe you a great debt.
Panne: Is this the part where you no longer need my services? Where you return me back to my rabbit hutch with an affectionate pat on the head?
Frederick: My good lady! You mustn't say such a thing, even in jest. I am deeply, deeply indebted to you. And what's more I...brought you this.
Panne: Is this... Oh ho, it IS! It's a ring! Is this the man-spawn ritual where you ask me to be your mate and spit on all others?
Frederick: Er, we usually speak of it in more poetic terms, but...yes. It is. I am so very deeply in love with you, Panne! Would you honor me by becoming my wife?
Panne: Your wife? Ha! I remember when you cowered at the sight of me! Perhaps I am moving up in the world. Oh, enough, Frederick. Do not make that sad face at me. I have grown fond of you for...some reason. And I would be proud to be your mate.
Frederick: Together we have conquered fear! What could possibly stop us?!
Panne: Heh, indeed. First, a bunny. Next, the world!
Panne: There is rain, but the sun shines still. ...Strange.
Virion: It's called a sun shower, my dear lady. Quite beautiful, in its own way.
Panne: That was not a question, man-spawn. And do not speak to me without cause.
Virion: And here I thought that was a natural entrée into civilized conversation. Ah, well. I've met many a lovely lady who built up high walls around her. ...And I've surmounted them all.
Panne: Perhaps I will stuff and mount you in my warren! If it is your aim to provoke me, I accept. Let us fight and be done with it. Choose your weapon!
Virion: A duel? How romantic! Then my weapon, sweet lady, shall be my words. I am a far better poet than I am a warrior anyway.
Panne: As you wish.
Virion: Your graciousness, my dear, is without peer. Now by all means, after you.
Panne: I know of you, you lecherous worm. Your transgressions are legend. You turned tail and left vassals to die so that you might pursue mates! The very sight of you causes bile to rise in my throat. I curse your name!
Virion: ...Perhaps I ought to have picked daggers after all.
Panne: I have spoken. Take your turn, poet.
Virion: Alas, I fear I know no words with which to injure a lady. And so, I admit defeat and bid you farewell.
Virion: Mmm? My, my. I hadn't thought to see YOU start a conversation with ME. Perhaps this time we'll have a hailstorm.
Panne: You said you were no warrior. But in the last battle, you matched me trophy for trophy. You speak lies.
Virion: I said only that words were my forte, sweet lady. I never said I couldn't fight. Though I would never claim to be any sort of true warrior. Not after failing to protect the ones I cared for.
Panne: Why did you run, man-spawn? Why did you abandon your warren? You had a duty to your fellows.
Virion: I planned to offer myself up in exchange for the safety of my people. ...My men balked. They chose to fight and die rather than hand me over. Not only did I fail to ransom their safety, I was also the reason they kept on fighting.
Panne: So you showed your belly and ran to remove any reason for resistance?
Virion: That was my thinking, yes. I don't expect my people share that view. To them, I am as you say—a craven. All the sweet words in all the worlds can offer no defense to that claim.
Panne: ...I withdraw my words from earlier. You are no craven. You know how it feels to lose kin and kind. In that, we are the same.
Virion: We are most certainly not!
Panne: I do not understand.
Virion: My people yet live and wait for me. It is my duty—and my dream—to save them. But you had even that stolen from you. I would not think to claim our losses equal.
Panne: Hmph. Is that pity, man-spawn?
Virion: Mere pity would be an insult to a wound so deep as yours, milady. I can but pray that your heart does not succumb to the scars that cover it.
Panne: Your prayers mean nothing, but I accept your words.
Virion: And what do you see in the moon's reflection this evening, dear lady?
Panne: What do you want, poet?
Virion: I hear taguel hold that souls of the departed return to the moon.
Panne: You hear true. That is why taguel do not look directly upon her holy face.
Virion: Fascinating. But to your question, I was wondering if you might assist me with...this.
Panne: That smell... Blackberry wine?
Virion: Indeed! And now, I propose a toast to the moon. What do you say?
Panne: I am surprised to find a human who understands such tastes.
Virion: Oh, we man-spawn are full of surprises. So you'll join me, then?
Panne: All right. ...So. What will you do when the fighting has ended?
Virion: Return to my own war, naturally. My people are still suffering.
Panne: Ah, yes. Your...dream, was it? Perhaps I will help you make this dream into reality.
Virion: Th-that's very... Thank you, my lady. ...Heh.
Panne: Why do you giggle? It is revolting!
Virion: Revolting? I've been accused of many things, milady, but never that! I am simply happy at the prospect of sparing my people further suffering. And, I must say, pleasantly surprised to hear an offer of assistance from you. Perhaps our bond is stronger than I know, mmm?
Panne: Or the wine is.
Virion: Then let us drink another toast to the peace yet to come.
Virion: I have something for you, if you would be so good as to accept it.
Panne: A bit early for wine, no? Perhaps we should... This is a ring. Explain yourself!
Virion: I would swear an oath of eternal love to you, milady.
Panne: You are drunk.
Virion: Aye, lady! Drunk on your beauteous... No. This is no time for idle flattery. Your offer to help me see my dream realized was generous beyond measure. But my dreams aren't yours. I want you to have a dream of your own. A gleam of hope that guides you.
Panne: And you think you can offer me that?
Virion: I will do so or die trying.
Panne: Your death cannot possibly help me to... Huh? What's this? Another sun shower?
Virion: Amazing! The very skies above us urge us on!
Panne: Only you could see rain as a good omen.
Virion: But it is, my sweet! 'Twas this very rain which presided over our first meeting. Our love has moved the heavens. The moon herself weeps for joy!
Panne: You are mad. ...But it is amusing. Very well, poet. I accept your ring.
Virion: I shall never fail you, my love. I swear it by the moon and rain.
Stahl: Er, Panne? Sorry to intrude, but it's time for supper.
Panne: I will eat on my own terms. Now leave me.
Stahl: But I prepared your very own dish! I think you'll love it. It's got—
Panne: Did I ask for special treatment, man-spawn?
Stahl: Er, no. But I know that you taguel don't eat the same kinds of food we humans do. And since Lissa's making some kind of weird stew tonight, I thought... Um... Well, you know. Just trying to help.
Panne: How very like a human.
Stahl: I don't understand.
Panne: You offer lies as reasons and refuse to reveal your true motivations.
Stahl: Look, I don't think you underst—
Panne: Get out of my sight.
Stahl: Okay, okay. You're right. There's more to it than just that. Look. The truth is... I just... I want to be your friend. I mean, you're the first taguel I've ever met, and I know nothing at all about you. So I thought we could...you know? Spend some time together?
Stahl: ...Right then. Okay. I'll just set these potatoes right here and go back—
Panne: Taguel cannot eat potatoes. They make us sick to our stomachs.
Stahl: Oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea.
Panne: That is because I never told you. There are more important things to worry about in war than the state of my insides.
Stahl: If you say so...
Panne: ...Man-spawn, wait. It took courage to speak the truth to me. I will not forget it.
Stahl: Oh, not at all. I should be thanking you!
Panne: Why would you thank me? Are all humans this odd? Or are you special?
Panne: What now? Are you here to give me more unwanted battle orders? Don't worry, man-spawn. I'm staying as close to you as a mother to it's kit.
Vaike: Yeah, I know. And I appreciate it. Buuut... Maybe it'd be better if ya moved a little closer to the front lines. Fightin' at the rear ain't your style.
Panne: First you tell me to stay behind, and now you order me to advance? It's obvious now what your real desire is: you want us fighting shoulder to shoulder. I refuse. I don't trust you man-spawn one bit. This taguel fights alone.
Vaike: All right, I admit it. Ya got me. But I think we make a good team, and I wanted to keep ya close.
Panne: You humans are beyond trust.
Vaike: Look, I ain't the smartest guy in the room, and I don't know much about taguel folk. But I know about YOU. You're brave and straightforward and honest, and I like that. I reckon ya got more honor than most humans I've known put together. Back in the slum where I grew up, trust earned ya a blade in the back. So you're smart not to trust our lot. ...Leastwise that's how I see it.
Panne: Then why would I trust YOU?
Vaike: 'Cause there's a difference between trustin' a human and trustin' a friend. We shepherds all look after each other. ...Or ain't ya noticed?
Panne: I had sensed a...fellowship. Almost like a pack.
Vaike: Anyway, think it over, Panne. I've done enough preachin' for one day.
Vaike: Is it my imagination, or have we been seein' a lot of each other recently?
Panne: It is not your imagination. Whenever I have the opportunity, I try to be by your side. I am...comfortable with you somehow. It is a most extraordinary feeling.
Vaike: Ya actually like bein' with me? 'Cause I like havin' you around, too.
Panne: You remember our last talk? How you made me...laugh?
Vaike: Yeah, sure.
Panne: That was the first time I'd laughed since the massacre when I lost my friends. Sometimes I wondered if I would ever laugh again.
Vaike: Har har! You just stick with me! Ol' Teach is always good for a laugh. ...Aw, heck. I was meanin' to save this, but I suppose now's as good a time as any.
Panne: A...ring? This is for me?
Vaike: Yeah, well, I was thinkin' that you and me might kinda sorta...you know, get married? I know it's forward as all heck, but I think you and me make a really good team. You can keep me outta trouble, and I can help ya be happy again! ...Maybe?
Panne: You realize what you are saying, yes? A life with me will not be easy.
Vaike: You're talkin' to Crazy Vaike, remember? There ain't nothin' I can't handle!
Panne: Well, then... This Crazy Vaike sounds like a human I can trust. So yes. I accept your ring with all my heart. Thank you!
Kellam: Panne, aren't you going to join us for some sparring?
Kellam: Can you not find a partner? Because I'm free if you'd like to—
Panne: When I fight, it is to the death. I am not interested in playing at war.
Kellam: Yes, but we—
Panne: Have you forgotten who I am, man-spawn? I am a taguel! In beast form, I cannot hold back until my thirst for blood is slaked. If you don't mind having your throat torn out, then let us spar by all means.
Kellam: Oh, I don't know. I think I'd be all right.
Panne: Hah. And why is that?
Kellam: Well, this massive suit of armor I trundle around in is pretty much impregnable.
Panne: Do not be so confident, iron man. If you fight me, I will grant no quarter. Do not expect me to stop until your guts are on the ground. I cannot be held responsible for the consequences.
Kellam: Oh, erm... Well, all right. That's fair, I suppose. But maybe you could stop before the guts part?
Panne: Just stay still. And don't get up. I put a salve on the deepest cuts. Hopefully it works on humans, too.
Kellam: Ungh... I guess you...won again... C-congratulations...
Panne: Tsk... I know that you weren't interested in winning our mock battle. As we fought, a crowd of man-spawn gathered to watch and study my techniques. And later, many of them shared their skills and secrets with me. That was your true purpose, wasn't it? To trick me into fraternizing with others.
Kellam: When I first joined the Shepherds, I was all alone, too— ...Oh, dear, that claw mark looks infected. OW! ...Yep, that's infected. Anyway, then Chrom invited me to spar and started introducing me to people.
Panne: And you thought to do the same fore me at the risk of your own life and limb? You're a bigger fool than I thought.
Panne: He's fallen asleep... Just as well. It will help him to heal faster. You are a fool, man-spawn. But you have courage.
Donnel: Hey there, Panne. Whatcha doin' way out here? You be careful now. I got traps set up all 'round these parts.
Donnel: Oh. Looks like ya...already found that out...
Panne: What was your first clue?
Donnel: Oh gosh, I'm so sorry! I'll have ya outta there in two shakes! ...... There, all free. ...Oh, pig slop! Yer ankle's all swollen up! Gah, I feel just awful... Ya need any help?
Panne: My wound is inconsequential. I care more about this trap... After the last time, I was extremely careful. Yet here I am, snared like a common beast. Why am I the only one to fall for this? I cannot accept this.
Donnel: Well, every animal's got its own unique way of goin' about its business. Some of it's instinct, some's reflex. So if ya use that knowledge to design a trap...
Panne: This is the result.
Donnel: Yup. Take this one here. There's a dozen other traps you passed before it. Bet you noticed all'a them, right? Well, yer s'posed to. They're decoys. I set them boys up to guide the animal into this here real trap.
Panne: So I was led here by instinct? That is your claim?
Donnel: A'yup. Somethin' like that.
Panne: I never thought to find an apex predator among the humans of the camp. You've left my pride in tatters, man-spawn.
Donnel: Gosh, I'm real sorry 'bout that.
Panne: Your apology serves no purpose. Only a duel can restore my honor. Set another trap, human. This time I will see through it.
Donnel: Are ya sure 'bout that? I don't know if I—
Panne: If you decline, I will challenge you to hand-to-hand combat! And if I sense you have not set the trap with all your skill, I will challenge you again. If you wish to go unscathed, you had best set your trap very carefully indeed.
Panne: How did I walk into ANOTHER trap? And a pitfall, no less! Is there any greater cliche?
Donnel: Well, this time I was designin' the trap to catch YOU! ...On purpose, I mean. I been watchin' ya pretty close, so that determined the trap I set.
Panne: I'm well aware you were watching me. That is why I intentionally took unnatural and misleading actions.
Donnel: None of that really matters, though. Instincts're what I'm after. If ya know what a critter does when they ain't thinkin', they're good as caught.
Panne: You claim to know my actions better than I do?
Donnel: Er, I guess so. ...Sorry 'bout that.
Panne: I suppose I must accept it. I was bested by a human. I have failed.
Donnel: Now that ain't hardly fair to say! I just know more about trappin' is all. I can think of a dozen things yer better at than me, easy!
Panne: Is that your idea of pity?
Donnel: Ain't no one needs to pity you, Panne. Just speakin' the plain truth.
Panne: ...I allowed pride to blind me. This was a valuable lesson, Donny. You have my thanks. I'm certain this war will provide ample opportunity to see who is more shrewd. Our rivalry will ensure we never grow bored.
Donnel: Gosh, I'm honored ya see me that way.
Panne: Just don't expect things to continue to be so one-sided. I will win the next round!
Donnel: Well, I ain't goin' easy on ya! You'll have to earn it!
Panne: Explain why I'm standing at the bottom of a pitfall trap!
Donnel: Well, 'cause I set it and you fell in.
Panne: Yes, but why did you set it? Our next challenge isn't till next week! And was there a necessity to make it deeper than I can climb out of?
Donnel: Hey, I'm lowerin' you a rope, ain't I?
Panne: ...Next question. What is this tied to the end of the rope?
Donnel: It's a ring. Carved it m'self, out of wood. ...I thought ya might like that.
Panne: And WHY is there a ring tied to the end of this rope?
Donnel: 'Cause I want ya to marry me!
Panne: And you thought to ask me while I was in a pit?!
Donnel: I reckoned this was the only way I could get ya to sit still and lemme ask!
Panne: ...Most women would not respond well to being dropped into a hole.
Donnel: Well, I'm real sorry 'bout that, but we both know you ain't "most women." Now maybe it warn't the smartest thing to do, but I had to tell ya. Yer the first person I met where I saw to their core and still found 'em beautiful. 'Cept for my ma, of course, but she don't count.
Panne: My heart burns for revenge against the humans who slaughtered my kin. There is no beauty in such anger.
Donnel: Your anger ain't the real heart of you Panne. Not by a country mile! 'Sides, it's them rotten humans' own dang fault you hate 'em! I want 'em to face justice just as much as you do.
Donnel: Cross my heart and hope to spit! ...But honestly, I don't expect ya to say yes to me. I truly don't. I just wanted a chance to say my piece.
Panne: It is an...interesting offer. We can continue discussing it once I'm out of this pit.
Donnel: Yeah, all rig—Ah! Waaaugh!
Panne: Some hunter you are! You've fallen into your own trap!
Donnel: You yanked on the rope harder'n I was expectin'!
Panne: *Sigh* ...Pick that up.
Panne: The ring. As long as you're here, you might as well put it on me.
Panne: Do you wish to be my mate or not?
Donnel: Yer darn shootin' I do! ...Aw, look at that. Perfect fit.
Panne: I suppose finger size was something you took note of while you were watching me?
Donnel: Maybe I just got lucky. But, uh, if ya don't mind me askin', why'd ya say yes?
Panne: Do I need a reason?
Donnel: You don't need a darn thing, Panne! I'd be happy to be here with ya forever!
Panne: If we stay here just the two of us, we will starve to death.
Donnel: Long as it's with you, I don't know as I'd really mind.
Panne: You are sweet. ...Which may come in handy in a week or two.
Panne: You look cheerful. I assume this to mean the potion did its deed. This is good. I was unsure it would work on humans.
Lon'qu: Your brew did more than cure me of my nightmares... Since I drank that draught, I've been having the most wonderful dreams.
Panne: The effect will wear off soon. Wait while I brew another mug.
Lon'qu: Thank you.
Panne: ...Done. I'll just leave it here and back away.
Lon'qu: Right. Down the hatch... ...Urgh. The taste does not improve with exposure. But if it means no more nightmares, I'll drink a barrel and ask for more.
Lon'qu: Tell me Panne, why do you help me? I know you've little love for humans.
Panne: Well, I'd already given you the herbs. I didn't want them to go to waste.
Lon'qu: And why did you collect them in the first place? Were they for you? Are you also haunted by nightmares?
Panne: I often dream of the night man-spawn razed my village and murdered my kin. Just before she dies, my mother told me that I mustn't hate all humans. She said there were good men as well as wicked, and I was never to forget it.
Lon'qu: But why did you make the potion for me?
Panne: I told you. I didn't want the herbs to go to waste.
Panne: Here for another dose of Panne's potion? Sit there while I make it.
Lon'qu: Actually, I thought I'd offer my own brew—elderberry and tea leaves from Ferox. There's no better tea in all the lands.
Panne: If you are so confident I suppose I must have some... *Slurp* Why, this IS good!
Lon'qu: You know, it's funny...
Panne: What is?
Lon'qu: Whenever I talk to you, a warm and...fuzzy feeling comes over me. I'd assumed it was because of your potion. But I have the same feeling right now, and I haven't touched a drop.
Panne: Now that you mention it, I feel the same way.
Lon'qu: There's no medicine in that brew. Just Ferox's finest tea leaves.
Panne: And It certainly is delicious, I could drink it everyday.
Lon'qu: If we were to spend more time together, I would make you a cup every morning...
Panne: Are you implying what I think you are, human?
Lon'qu: Taguel or human—it matters not to me. You are just the woman I love.
Panne: Things have changed since we first met. Remember how afraid you were?
Lon'qu: I do. But I'm not anymore. Panne, will you accept this ring?
Panne: Ah, a bribe to spice the proposal. Such a typical human custom. But I know you speak from the heart, so I accept. You're the first human I've known who makes me forget about the past... And for that, I shall be eternally yours.
Ricken: Phew, that's a relief. I looked for ages, but I couldn't find you anywhere.
Panne: I was hiding. From you.
Ricken: Sheesh. Why are you so mean to me? What did I ever do to you?
Panne: Nothing yet. But you will. In time, you'll learn hate and scorn just like all the others of your kind.
Ricken: No I won't. I'll always be your friend.
Panne: You say that now, but humans change.
Ricken: Listen. I used to be bullied, too. I know what it feels like. In my hometown, the local noblefolk always picked on my family. We were nobles, too, but we'd fallen on hard times. The other families really hated us for that.
Ricken: Panne, I know you and the taguel had it way worse then I ever did. But my father said we had to keep our pride or else the bullies would win. And if there's one thing I hate, it's bullies!
Panne: Your family problems have nothing to do with me.
Ricken: Er, yeah. I suppose not.
Panne: And frankly, I'm tired of you following me around like a lovesick puppy. But if that's what you really want to do, then fine. I give you permission.
Panne: Don't think this makes us friends. Follow me at a distance. ...And quietly.
Ricken: Brilliant! Thanks, Panne! Okay, I've got a few questions...
Panne: *Sigh* This whelp only hears what he wants to hear...
Ricken: Say, Panne. I heard taguel can turn into all kinds of animals. So what else can you become besides a big bunny?
Ricken: Hey, Panne? Did you hear me? I asked what other animal—
Panne: You just won't take a stony silence for an answer, will you? I've met other taguel who become lions, and others who turned into wolves.
Ricken: No way! That's great! I bet they were really strong!
Panne: A long time ago, my mother used to tell me the tale of a certain tribal leader... This was back when taguel ruled the world and lived in an earthly paradise. Before everything changed and our way of life was wiped out forever.
Ricken: *Sniff, sniff* Waaaaaah!
Panne: Why are you crying?
Ricken: I'm sorry. It's just... I feel so bad for you... You and the taguel lost so much! You'd have been so much better off if it wasn't for us humans.
Panne: I... I have never seen a man-spawn cry for our sake... Tsk. Here, here. Wipe away the tears and cheer up.
Ricken: Oh, wow! You actually said my name! Thanks, Panne! This is such an honor!
Panne: Are you being sarcastic? I can't tell. And are you sure I've never said your name?
Ricken: Yep, this is the first time! So what can I do for you?
Panne: I was thinking about the other day, when you cried over my story. I am very worried.
Ricken: Worried? About what?
Panne: You are a young man in possession of a naive innocence that will one day vanish. And when that happens, I fear that one of us is going to get hurt. I think we need to stop spending so much time together.
Ricken: No don't say that! Not when I just bought you this...
Panne: Is that a ring?
Ricken: I really like you, Panne. I want us to be each other's friend, forever and ever.
Panne: The crest on the ring—does it symbolize the pact?
Ricken: It's my family crest. My father said I'm supposed to... Well, I'm supposed to give the ring to the person I want to marry.
Panne: Marriage? I have heard of this human custom. Are you sure about this? I am a taguel, after all.
Ricken: Of course I'm sure!
Panne: All right, Ricken, you've convinced me. We shall be friends for life.
Ricken: Yes! This is the best day ever! You won't regret this, Panne!
Gaius: Heya, Whiskers. Thanks for getting me out of that tight spot the other day.
Panne: I never imagined I would one day be forced to carry a human down a cliff. I hope the experience will not be repeated. I found it disagreeable and humiliating.
Gaius: I thought we looked pretty dashing with me on your back. Like a Panne knight! ...You get it? See, instead of "pegasus," I said "Panne," so—
Panne: I am not a beast of burden, idiot!
Gaius: Crivens, you're a snippy one, aren't you? Maybe you need some sugar. Here, have one of my candied figs. It'll settle that temper of yours.
Panne: I do not usually eat sweets.
Gaius: No wonder you're always mopin' around. A berry tart keeps me whistling no matter how hard the going.
Panne: Do these sweets of yours serve as emergency rations?
Gaius: Any moment I'm not eating sugar is an emergency, Whiskers.
Panne: *Nibble* ...Ah, yes, very sweet. In emergencies, we taguel sometimes eat a similar-tasting fruit. But it is even sweeter than this candied confection.
Gaius: Sweeter than candy? Wh-what's it called? Where can I get it?! Ya gotta tell me, Whiskers!
Panne: Are you that interested in our culture?
Gaius: Oh, er...yeah! Of course. Absolutely obsessed, in fact! ...So this fruit of yours. Where can I find it?
Panne: You're standing below a tree right now.
Gaius: Wh-what?! A candy tree?! Mmmmuuurrrgghhh... Now I just gotta climb my way... Wait, up THERE?!
Panne: If you refer to the single, solitary tree at the very top of this cliff, then yes.
Gaius: Well, crap.
Panne: ...... What are you doing, man-spawn? You know you can't get down again! ...... I won't help if you get stuck. You'll have to stay there for the rest of your days! ...... Gods take this half-wit. He's stuck again...
Gaius: Here, I've finished the ring. What do you think?
Panne: Very good. You have captured the style of taguel ornamentation perfectly. You're quite skilled with your hands. Did you ever think of being a jeweler?
Gaius: Hah! With your endorsement, I reckon I could make a go of it! Now tell me again about your high holy feast. How did that go again?
Panne: Aren't you bored of discussing the taguel, Gaius? We've done little else for weeks.
Gaius: Panne, you never bore me.
Panne: Oh? Well, I am glad.
Gaius: When you talk about your people, your whole face lights up. It's the exact opposite of that time you had to carry me down the cliff.
Panne: I considered leaving you there. ...Or killing you.
Gaius: Listen, Panne. I've been thinking that maybe we could spend more time together. See, among us man-spawn, a ring like this usually symbolizes a promise. And, if the lady does a man the honor of wearing it, then—
Panne: Then I would be your property? Is that it? Do you wish to employ me as a pack mule to haul you to and fro your candy tree?
Gaius: What? No, no. That's not why. The honest truth is... Well, it's... You see, the thing is...
Panne: ...... Gaius, I understand. And my answer is yes. I will wear your ring.
Gaius: You will? Truly?! Oh, Panne, this is the sweetest day of my life!
Panne: Coming from you, Gaius, that is high praise indeed.
Panne: You are lucky. She is a wise and faithful creature.
Cordelia: Thank you. But how do you know she's wise?
Panne: We talked.
Cordelia: Oh, yes. Of course. You talked to her and... Wait, you can TALK to my pegasus? Like, with words?
Panne: Is that strange?
Cordelia: Er, no, I suppose not. Just a bit surprising is all. We knights can communicate with our steeds, but it's not so...direct.
Panne: I am not a knight. I am a taguel. But enough talk. Take good care of this animal, understood?
Cordelia: See you...later? Er, maybe? Right then, back to business. We had a wound that needed bandaging, yes? ...Hmm? What's this green stuff smeared around the cut? A healing salve... So that's what she was doing! Well, we must remember to thank Panne the next time she drops by!
Cordelia: Panne, I wanted to thank you for the other day.
Panne: I did nothing.
Cordelia: You treated my wounded pegasus, right? You gave her a healing salve?
Cordelia: Oh, I see. Well, whoever put it on, the medicine was very effective.
Panne: It is a secret taguel recipe far stronger than your man-spawn cures. ...Er, not that I would know.
Cordelia: Ah ha! So it WAS you!
Panne: ...... I had hoped to treat the wound surreptitiously.
Cordelia: Well, we're both very grateful. Thank you, Panne.
Panne: I do not deserve your gratitude. After I treated your creature, I... I made her an offer.
Cordelia: What kind of offer?
Panne: I offered to free her so she would not be subjected to the dangers of war. This fighting has nothing to do with her or her kind. It seems cruel to make her struggle alongside us. But she told me she wanted to help, and could never desert you.
Cordelia: My pegasus said that?
Panne: The creature is very faithful. That is why you must take care of her.
Cordelia: Y-yes, of course! I'll do everything I can to make sure she isn't hurt again.
Panne: Do all in your power and more. I would not like to see such a magnificent beast come to harm.
Cordelia: Well, what did you think? How was your first ride on the back of a pegasus?
Panne: Interesting. And frightening. The ground was very far away. But it was also...thrilling.
Cordelia: I'm glad you enjoyed it! We had to do something to thank you for the salve.
Panne: Still you talk of the salve... I told you, you owe me nothing.
Cordelia: All right. But if you do want to go on another ride, just let us know. My pegasus has grown ever so fond of you, and she loves to frolic in the sky!
Panne: Thank you. Both of you.
Cordelia: Not at all!
Panne: When you two fly, you move as if you were a single creature. How can you humans forge such strong bonds, yet still fight such terrible wars?
Cordelia: That's a good question. And I don't know the answer. But I do know that we're fighting this war to build a better, peaceful future. If I didn't believe that, I'd drop my weapons and walk away right now.
Panne: I believe that you would. And in truth, the same hope drives me to fight. The hope for a world where taguel and human can at last live in harmony.
Cordelia: Oh, Panne...
Panne: Did I say something strange?
Cordelia: No, of course not! It's just that... To hear you say that makes me happier than you could know. But haven't you noticed? Humans and taguel ARE living in peace together! Two of them are right here, giggling like schoolgirls on the back of a pegasus.
Panne: ...... It seems we have made a friendship, just as you did with your pegasus. Perhaps I am at the point where I can name you my true friend.
Cordelia: I couldn't have put it better myself. We ARE true friends! And that means I'll always be here to watch your back.
Panne: Yes? What is it, then? Have your say and leave.
Gregor: Why so cold to good friend Gregor?
Panne: None of your business.
Gregor: Aaah, Gregor is knowing why! Panne is ashamed, yes?
Panne: Wh-why would I be ashamed? I simply do not wish to see you.
Gregor: So now you hate Gregor with passion of maniac? All right. Gregor knows when he is being unwanted like trash.
Panne: No! ...Er, don't go.
Panne: I don't hate you. And I want to... To thank you for helping me.
Gregor: Ah, you see! Now we are having conversation like grown adult. Maybe you will let Gregor pet fuzzy ears then, yes?
Panne: Are you making fun of me?
Gregor: Ho ho! Gregor is thinking you have many commitment issues. Is lucky thing he is expert in such matters.
Panne: I have no idea what you're blathering about.
Gregor: Gregor saw you trembling like little bunny when eclipse came, yes? So Gregor thinks, "Little bunny is needing much care and protection!" Panne spent much time hiding from man, yes? She knows little of us. So then, she must open heart to Gregor! Let him be guide to world of mankind.
Panne: Hah. I think I would be more comfortable back in hiding...
Panne: Gregor, just what were you doing in that last battle?
Gregor: Is Gregor's sworn duty to protect you. What else can Gregor be doing? You are Gregor's devoted pupil. Gregor is masterful and wise teacher. Gregor cannot stand in idleness while noble pupil is skewered into rabbit meats.
Panne: So you thought to throw yourself in front of an onrushing cavalry? You're lucky you're still alive.
Gregor: You have worry for master Gregor, yes? You are noticing his wound of gapingness?
Panne: Master Gregor can stick his head in a dragon's maw for all I care.
Gregor: Argh! Gregor's wound! The stitches, they tear open!
Panne: What? Where? Are you bleeding? Quickly, let me see! ...Hm? No, everything looks fine. Bandages in place and—
Gregor: Oh ho ho ho! Gregor makes jape!
Panne: Do that again and I'll give you more real wounds to worry about!
Gregor: Yes, yes! Is perfect! Now do again with more anger.
Gregor: Panne must learn to express feeling more. Is first step to intimacy. Holding anger inside and never learning to forgive? Very bad. Is reason why Panne has few friends.
Panne: ...I have no idea what you are talking about.
Gregor: Is, how to say, baby steps, yes? You will learn like good bunny. Until then, Gregor protect you.
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.
Panne: I'd like to thank you, man-spa— Er, Olivia. Your dancing was of great assistance.
Olivia: Oh, truly? I'm so glad I could be of assistance!
Panne: I hope you will continue to do so in the future.
Olivia: Well, I'll try, but I'm just so usl— Argh, I almost did it again!
Panne: Did what again?
Olivia: Make excuses for myself in case I mess up...
Panne: Ah. You're referring to my accusation from the last time we spoke. Pay it no mind. It was unfair of me.
Olivia: No, wait. See the thing is, you were right. I do try to make excuses for myself. I wish I knew how to be strong and confident like you... Um, can you tell me your secret? Can you make me more like you?
Panne: Is that what you wanted to ask the last time you approached me?
Olivia: Yes, actually.
Panne: You make a difficult request. I know not from whence my strength springs. I am a taguel and you are not. It may be that I cannot teach you anything.
Olivia: Maybe so, but I still want to try!
Panne: Very well. Give me some time to think upon the problem.
Panne: Olivia. Do you remember our talk about learning how to be strong?
Olivia: Of course! Actually, I've been wondering when we could start my lessons.
Panne: I have thought deeply on the problem, and I may have an answer. But it is the answer of a taguel. It may not suit you.
Olivia: I'm willing to try anything!
Panne: I began thinking about what sets humans and taguel apart. The difference is that humans are fundamentally irrational creatures.
Panne: Yes. You humans always attempt the impossible while ignoring the possible. This is, as I said, irrational. It is not, however, a failing. Chrom, for example, chases an impossible task, and yet it is a noble cause. I think this is one of the greatest strengths of your species.
Olivia: Um, wait. So I should be...more irrational?
Panne: It's actually quite rational. For you to be irrational, I mean.
Olivia: Okay, stop it.
Panne: Listen, Olivia. Can you tell me what is possible or impossible? I speak here of the future.
Olivia: Er, well...
Panne: You see? You do not know. None of us, human or taguel, know this. But you decide that nothing is possible and give up trying to achieve anything.
Panne: This is your first assignment: you must learn your own limits. You need to discover what it is you're capable of.
Olivia: Okay, got it. Learn my limits... Discover my capabilities...
Panne: The only way to know your limits is to push yourself to them. At least, that is what a taguel would do. It won't be easy, but if you apply yourself...
Olivia: Oh, I will! I'm going to apply myself like treacle on bread! Just you wait! Thanks so much for the advice, Panne. Maybe we could talk again sometime?
Panne: I would be glad to. We're in this together, now
Olivia: Yay! Just knowing you're a part of this makes me feel like I can do anything!
Henry: Aww, did you forget my name again? It's Henry! Hey, so are you bad with names because you're a half-beast?
Panne: Are you eager for me to kill you, boy?
Henry: Aw, that's sweet of you to offer, but no thanks! And I meant it as a compliment!
Panne: What part of "half-beast" is a compliment?!
Henry: Er, the beast half, I guess. I love animals! I wish I could be one. Even a half one would be okay with me.
Panne: For what possible reason?
Henry: My parents abandoned me in the woods when I was little. So it was mostly the nice animals there who raised me. I still love their smell. It relaxes me in a totally nostalgic sort of way.
Panne: I suppose that explains the odd feral air about you. ...As much as it pains me to say so, I find your scent acceptable.
Henry: Nya ha! Yay!
Panne: But understand this—I have no intention of forgiving what you Grimleal have done.
Henry: So if I went out and killed them all, could we be friends?
Panne: Are you mad? Have you no sense of your fealty to your warren?
Henry: Eh, not really. I'd kill pretty much whoever you want me to, Panne.
Panne: You are a child tearing wings from flies, and nothing more. You have no idea what the taguel have gone through. What horrors Plegia has wrought. ...Still, perhaps you are simply too young or stupid to know better.
Henry: I'm not that young, and I don't think I'm stupid. But hey, who knows, right? Still, I'd like to know more about you, Panne! Can I stick with you?
Panne: When I said you could follow me, I didn't mean indefinitely. Just how long do you intend to keep this up?
Henry: I was thinking indefinitely, actually. Why, do you not want me around?
Panne: Of course not. I hate humans. I've always hated humans.
Henry: Oh, riiight. That. Hey, tell ya what. In that case, howzabout I curse Chrom to death?
Panne: Are you mad?!
Henry: Everyone would panic, and the war would escalate more and more. Humans all over would suffer like never before, and blammo! Panne's happy!
Panne: I do not wish for any of that! It would dishonor the memory of Emmeryn. No future can be built upon hate, and random human suffering buys me no joy.
Henry: Geez, Panne. What WILL convince you to let me stick around? You remind me of the fuzzy animals that raised me, and they all died, and now I... Come on, Panne. Please don't abandon me like my parents did. I'll do anything you want. A-n-y-t-h-i-n-g! Enemies? Gone! Rivals? Kaput!
Panne: I don't doubt that. The lives of others mean nothing to you. You have so much to learn, Henry. And if I am the only one capable of teaching it, then so be it. I won't abandon you.
Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. It's all just one big blank.
Panne: What are you mumbling about?
Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? "We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties that we forge that bind us." So yeah, it's not fate, it's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!
Panne: If you say so...
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, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
Panne: I suppose I could make time. After all—
Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! Oh, I can't wait to get started!
Panne: For only half a taguel, she sure was born with energy to spare...
Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom 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, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
Panne: ...Or perhaps you could stop smashing your head and try staring at me instead.
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 Mother looked like?"
Panne: 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, Mother!
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*
Panne: Please, stop. Do not cry.
Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. 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—?!
Panne: What's wrong?
Morgan: I...I remember 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, Mother. 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.
Panne: Sleep tonight and good night. ♪ You are thy mother's delight. ♪
Yarne: Erm, Mother? I know you're just trying to imitate human mothers, but...I don't think it's working.
Panne: Well, that's a relief. I was feeling very foolish. I thought perhaps human customs might be similar enough to work for taguel. But it seems perhaps I was mistaken..
Yarne: (...Which is why I was saying we should find our own way...)
Panne: Did you say something?
Yarne: N-no! Nothing at all. Er, you don't have to glare at me like that. It's not my fault the lullaby didn't work.
Panne: Was I glaring? I didn't mean to. I must try to remember that you're more timid than you look.
Yarne: I'm not timid! ...Well, perhaps I am. Just a little bit. But who wouldn't be in my situation? I'm one of the last surviving taguel! If I die, it could mean the end of our race!
Panne: So it's not battle that you fear, but rather the role you've taken on...
Yarne: Yes. I'm proud of my ancestry—of the taguel blood you passed on to me. I don't want to be known as the fool who allowed his race to die.
Yarne: But after meeting you here in this world, I want to do more than just survive... There's something else about being taguel. Something I feel in every hair of my being... It's something I can't quite put into words, but maybe when I can, it will help guide us. Until then, I think we should stop trying to imitate humans. Let's try things our own way and see what comes natural. What feels right. It may take a while, but I think we'll find the answers we want eventually.
Panne: Well said. ...Very well, then. We shall try it your way.
Yarne: The secret pride of the taguel, of course! I know what it is!
Panne: Oh? Then let's have it.
Yarne: The pride of a taguel is being true to yourself! To not live for temptation or fear, but for what your own heart tells you is right. That's how you survived, Mother. You have such a strong heart, and you listen to it.
Panne: Well, I don't know if all our people would agree with your idea... But as far as I'm concerned, your words ring true.
Yarne: You're the only full-blooded taguel still alive. Don't you see what that means? Whatever you agree with is what all taguel agree with! However you choose to live is how all taguel choose to live!
Panne: Heh, your logic is sound enough.
Yarne: I'm going to grow strong, too! I'll be so powerful and mighty, I'll bring honor to you and the taguel name!
Panne: You've learned this own your own—and perhaps that, too, is the taguel way. A mother does not lecture, but teaches by example.
Yarne: Yes, exactly! We taguel don't need to talk all the time to learn new things.
Panne: Perhaps we should put this insight into practice. No more talking from now on.
Yarne: What? No, wait! That would be awful!
Panne: ...Heh heh, it was only a jape. Surely our people can appreciate the value of humor as well?
Yarne: No, of course, it's just... I wasn't sure you knew what a joke was. Most of the time you talk as if you just ate a sour turnip...or 20!
Panne: *Ahem* I've just remembered something about taguel parenting practices. Corporal punishment is common and often administered with a large, wooden paddle.
Yarne: WHAAAT?! You just made that up!
Yarne: Y-you're doing that staring thing again! S-stop it! What happened to the "value of humor"? You don't really have a paddle... Do you?
Panne: Heh. Got you again.
Yarne: Pheeeeew... Er, yeah. Ha...ha? Maybe joking around is one area in which we taguel could use a bit more practice...