A Shot from the Dark/Script

Opening Dialoge

 * Ezra: All alone are you lamb? Off searching for dear old mum? How very sweet. But the world's a dangerous place my dear, full of wolves waiting to snatch you up.
 * Noire: Um... th-thank you for the warning, sir, b-but...
 * Ezra: That's no warning, lamb. I'm a wolf, and you've been snatched! Now come quietly. Scars tend to lower the sale price.
 * Frederick: Slavers, milord. Such damnable scum...
 * Chrom: We'll have to hurry if we hope to catch them.
 * Tharja: Or we could stay here and just let me go to work on them. A curse to wither them away, perhaps? A slow death over a year? Oh, fie. Let's make it two.
 * Chrom: I think their captive would likely appreciate something a bit more immediate. Shepherds! Saving the girl is our top priority! Now move out!

Pre-Battle Dialoge

 * Noire: It's over... My life is over... Mother, I'll be by your side soon...

Battle Dialoge

 * Noire: (At the start of turn 2) So this is how it ends... Killed... or worse. A clean death would be a mercy compared to what awaits... Huh? What's this? An old bow? Hmm, the string's still taut. I suppose I could use this to try and fight my way out. B-but those bandits are so strong and scary and... W-wait! My tailsman! Let me just grab my tailsman and then...
 * ...I AM THE FIRE AND FURY! ALL WHO DEFY ME WILL PERISH! REPENT, SCUM! REPENT THOUGH IT WILL SAVE YOU NOT! REPENT AND DESPAIR! BWAAA HA HA HA HA!
 * Ezra: (Upon being challenged) More meat for the wolf, is it?
 * Ezra: (Upon being defeated) I've... had my fill...
 * Ezra: (Upon being defeated) I've... had my fill...

Post-Battle Dialoge

 * Noire: Oh, thank you! Thank you so much! Had you not saved me, I... I fear to even think what would have happened...
 * Chrom: It's all right, take it easy. No one's going to hurt you now.
 * Noire: *Sniff* P-please, sir... Let me come with you. There's someone I need to talk to, but I'm s-scared to be alone...

Scene transitions to Tharja and Norie
 * Tharja: What do you want?
 * Noire: I, um... I mean... Er... H-here, please look at this.
 * Tharja: Nice ring. Looks just like mine. You messing around with alchemy? Or is this something... darker?
 * Noire: Wha--? N-no! It's nothing of the sort! It's just...
 * Tharja: Tell me the truth, girl. You don't want to see what happens if you lie to me.
 * Noire: P-please, just give me... I n-need a moment... M-my tailsman... Wh-where is my tailsman... ......
 * Tharja: ......
 * Noire: I AM BLOOD AND THUNDER! I AM A RIGHTEOUS FURY! ...I AM YOUR FUTURE DAUGHTER!
 * Tharja: You are trying my patience.
 * Noire: INSOLENCE! I speak the truth! The ring I bear also hails from the future. A memento of you, my departed mother!
 * Tharja: And that bizarre tailsman?
 * Noire: Your own handiwork! Wrought to steel the mewling heart of your coward daughter! In its strength did I find blessed escape from grief and solitude! Fear of death and killing, too, it drove from me, until I became an avatar of retribution! Only by clinging to it have I survived the crushing desolation of a ruinated future! BWAA HA HA HA HA!
 * Tharja: Oh, give me that.
 * Noire: Um, w-wait! I need that! Without it, I can't--
 * Tharja: Survive? You can and will. And not by becoming some avatar of retribution. Just be my daughter. Leave the retribution to me.
 * Noire: M-Mother...
 * Tharja: My, this is a nasty little number. The future me is good. ...And very, very bad. Hee hee. I can't wait.
 * Noire: M-Mother, you're f-frightening me! ...A-again!
 * Tharja: This little trinket will advance my research in the dark arts nicely... Hmm... You have my blood, right? I'm going to need a bit of it back.
 * Noire: Aaaaiiieee! I... I mean... BLEED ME DRY AND I SHALL BE AS THUNDER STILL!
 * Tharja: See. No daughter of mine needs some mummer's prop to be strong. Hee... Hee hee...
 * Noire: BWAAA HA HA HA HA!
 * Tharja: Eee hee hee hee hee!
 * Chrom: Oh, this is just wonderful...