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.
Wil: Rath! Hey! It's been a while! You disappeared the second we all got to Castle Caelin! We worried about you!
Wil: I ended up enlisting with Caelin. I'm still just a squire, but... still, I've come a long way! Oh, now that I think of it, did you hear that the soldiers of Laus attacked the castle? It was rough! They even took Lord Hausen!
Rath: ...I know. I heard...from Lyn.
Wil: So you met Lady Lyndis? Of course! That's why you're here! Hahaha... I'm such an idiot... So...what have you been up to since then?
Rath: ......Same as before. Fighting as a mercenary, biding my time...
Wil: Huh? Biding your time? What is that supposed to mean?
Wil: I-I'm sorry! I just asked without thinking!
Rath: It's all right...
Wil: Say... Since we found each other and all... How about fighting together? Come on! We make a good team! What do you say?
Wil: All right! This is going to be great! Hey, I'll go see Merlinus and stock up on arrows! I'll bring some for you, too! Just wait right here!
Wil: So, the archers of Sacae, they're all mounted, aren't they? I'd have trouble just staying on... If I had to shoot, too, I'd be in trouble!
Rath: ...The beasts of Sacae are swift... If we could not shoot from the saddle, we would starve...
Wil: Hmm... I guess so. I just grew up in such a quiet little town... Our traps were always full, and we never wanted for rabbit.
Wil: That's why I'm not so swift on the field. I can shoot pretty well, of course, but before I know it, the enemy's behind me... I hate to think on it! That's why it's so good to have a partner! I mean, you're amazing! You can shoot from far away, and you always know the enemy's numbers and positions...
Wil: I tell you, I may not be the best archer... But I want to get better... so I can help Lady Lyndis... If I could just be half as good as you...
Rath: You are... strange.
Rath: You are so quick to doubt yourself... You show others your weakness... Are you not afraid?
Wil: Afraid...? No, of course not! I mean, we're not strangers! We're friends, right? Allies?
Rath: ...... ...Yes, we are. But... Wil... You are still... strange.
Wil: Huh? W-Why? Nonsense. I'm normal! I might as well be Normal Archer number three!
Rath: ...Number three? Why three?
Wil: Well... No reason, I guess. It just seemed...pretty normal.
Rath: ...Don't hold your reins... Loosen your knees...
Wil: Whoa! Like...this?
Rath: Yes. Now slide forward, just like that.
Wil: Huh? Forward? How do I go...forward? Whaa!
Wil: I-I'm fine. Owww...
Rath: You might be injured... Do you want to stop?
Wil: Hm? Why? No, no, I'm fine.
Rath: But...perhaps training on the battlefield is not a good idea...
Wil: But what choice have I got? We fight every day! Where else can I train but the battlefield? Oh! Wait... Are you trying to back out of this training exercise? Not a chance. You owe me for laughing at me before!
Dart: ...Now I've found you,you stinking bow-plucker!
Wil: Whoa! Look! Behind you!
Wil: Are you OK?
Dart: You idiot! On your right!
Wil: Whoa! ...Phew. That was close! Thanks. You're Dart, right?
Dart: Snrk! I wasn't trying to help you, squid-bait! Just forget about it... But wait...you did save me first... So think of it as payback!
Wil: You know, Dart, you really do look like Dan. It's just so hard to imagine you're not him...
Dart: Not that again! Who is this guy!? Who is Dan!?
Wil: Dan was my childhood fr... He was my best friend... We left home together five years ago, but it didn't go too well. Last time I saw him was back in Badon...
Dart: Five years ago? In Badon, you say...
Wil: That's right.
Dart: ... Naw...couldn't be...
Wil: What? Do you know something?
Dart: ...Well, about five years ago, Fargus pulled into port at Badon, and a young man had collapsed on the pier... He was bleeding pretty badly... They say it was a miracle he lived at all.
Dart: Everyone in town just pretended not to notice... And no wonder... That day was a holy day for Elimine's flock. They were forbidden any contact with blood... And the sailors... Well, you know how superstitious they are... That man lay there, half alive, for six hours...
Wil: That's terrible...
Dart: Then the taboo lifted, and someone picked him up, just in time... ...It was the leader of the pirates that work out of Badon. Well, that young man recovered, but as if in exchange for his life, he had lost all of his memories...
Wil: Dart, you don't think...
Dart: I don't know, I don't know... ...It's just a story I've heard around...
Wallace: Ho! You there! You are Wil, correct? Yes, I remember you! Have you become a fine warrior?
Wil: Oh, great... If it isn’t Mr. “Manual of Knightly Prowess”! I mean...General Wallace!
Wallace: Young Wil! You were in the Caelin army, yes? So then, you must have benefited from my Manual of Knightly Prowess! You must be a strapping lad now, not like the puny boy I knew... ...But...you...aren’t.
Wil: Yeah, I, umm...
Wallace: Have you not been training like the manual suggested? What a weak little husk you are! How can you serve Lady Lyndis like that?
Wil: I, ahh... I’m sorry?
Wallace: Bah! So be it! I will train you myself!
Wil: Huh?! No, that’s OK! Really, it’s fine!
Wallace: Pfaw! Worry not, I need no special thanks! Training new recruits is my hobby, as a matter of fact! I trained Sain and Kent, and look at them now!
Wallace: If you follow my fast and effective secret training regimen for just ten short days, I promise you big beautiful muscles that will be such to turn a few heads! Wahahahahahaha!
Wil: Umm, excuse me!
Wallace: Huh? Hey! Get back here! You think I’ll let you escape?
Wil: 98... ...99... ...and... ...100! Phew... If Wallace finds me, he’s going to make me do that training... So I have to keep training just to avoid his training! ...Wahh!
Wallace: Wil! Tsk! You were...hiding! You go through so much just to avoid my training... But I won’t give up!
Wil: Ahh, it’s no good... He’s just going to catch me eventually... Normally, I would be ecstatic to train to become a knight... But that guy’s just too much! ...How long can I keep running? Hanhh...Hanhh...
Wil: Hey, don’t go giving me weird names like that! ...Ah...sorry, in a bad mood, sir?
Raven: ... ... What do you think?
Wil: How the heck should I-- Look, with you, Raven, it’s either “scowling” or “terrifying.”
Raven: Ah... Yet the scowl does not stop your prattle, does it?
Wil: Yeah, I mean, what if that’s just your normal face, like you say? How am I to know—you might really NOT be mad?
Raven: And if I was... really...mad?
Wil: Erm, well, yeah, that’d be frightening. But, when you’re really, really, mad, Raven... I bet you’re the type to say nothing and just cut away with your sword! So, you’re not really mad now, right?
Raven: ... ... ... Tell me... Your cluelessness... is that just an act?
Wil: ...Eh? You say something?
Wil: You know, I just had a thought. How about “Rave”?