"Prince Alfonse and Princess Sharena seem to be quite close. That brings back memories..."
"It was my duty for many years to protect Queen Ishtar of my world. I took my duty very seriously."
"Please take care of yourself. This group would be doomed if it lost your keen sense of tactics."
"My sister, Olwen, more than grew up when I wasn't looking—she became formidable in her own right."
"There was a tactician so brilliant in my world that he was thought of as a god that presided over war. I must say, your command is perhaps as impeccable."
"Excuse my sudden appearance. My name is Reinhardt. I bring greetings as a sign of friendship." (Greeting from friend)
"When I was young, my young sister, Olwen, followed me everywhere. As her elder brother, I felt it my duty to guide her path in life, helping her at every turn. But I now realize I wasn't doing it just for Olwen, nor was I even leading as much as I thought. It was more like she and I each had our own path, though equally high standards. You have helped me understand that at last. You and I—different, yet fully committed. What an ideal way to grow—neither leading nor following, but walking together. I thank you." (Upon reaching level 40)
"I have seen others burn with passion that utterly consumes them... I do not believe I have this capacity. And I have come to see that as a weakness."
"It is with good reason that Lady Ishtar is called the Goddess of Thunder. The amount of magical power she commands is far beyond my grasp."
"Guard your health, and guard it well. As long as we have you, there's little chance this army will be defeated."
"Leif is the enemy. However, being here—another place, another time—may allow me to tread another path."
"When the subject turns to tactical geniuses, only two names ought to be spoken: Saias's... and yours."
"You may think it rude that I don't dismount. You would be correct. Still and all, I bid you greetings on behalf of Friend. Now, if you'll excuse me, an urgent mission requires my attention." (Greeting from friend)
"Long ago, I fought Prince Leif and his army at the River Thracia. We had the advantage. My forces outnumbered his, and my position was more favorable. And yet I was defeated. But how? To what do I ascribe my failure? Thinking about it now, I believe the question is one of spirit. Whatever the odds against them, Prince Leif's forces possessed a will strong enough to grasp victory. Their determination shone, and it was something I lacked. That, I suppose, is my weakness. However, fighting by your side has helped me conquer this failing in myself. My will is strong. As long as it lasts, I will bring you victory." (Upon reaching level 40)