Gwendolyn: For an Armor Knight, it's tough to get back up if you fall to the ground. You have to build strong legs to make sure that you will never fall.
Ogier: I see.
Gwendolyn: The basics are everything, Ogier.
B Support[]
Ogier: Ha! Ha!
Gwendolyn: Ogier, are you doing practice swings with your sword?
Ogier: Yes. I can't be losing to you, so I thought I'd retrain myself from the basics as well.
Gwendolyn: I see. But, I won't lose to you, either.
Ogier: I suppose we've got a little competition going, then.
A Support[]
Ogier: How are you doing, Gwendolyn?
Gwendolyn: I'm doing well, of course. I can't be complaining if I want to be a strong Armor Knight.
Ogier: Yes, me too. If I want to be a powerful mercenary...
Gwendolyn: ...Ogier, thank you.
Ogier: Wh-What?
Gwendolyn: I've been able to keep trying because I'm competing with you. If I didn't have you with me, I probably would have given up, saying, 'It wouldn't have been possible for a girl like me, anyway.'
Ogier: ...I feel the same way. I've been able to come this far thanks to you. We're even.
Gwendolyn: Yes. But I still won't allow myself to lose to you.
Ogier: I'll throw those words right back at you, Gwendolyn.
Bors: O-Oh! Hello, Gwendolyn. What a, uh, coincidence!
Gwendolyn: It is good to see that you are well. Did you need something, brother?
Bors: No... I didn't. I was just walking around, and I ran into you, yes.
Gwendolyn: I...see.
Bors: Are you hurt? Is your armor too heavy?
Gwendolyn: No, I am fine, brother. Well, I must be off...
Bors: You're going already? You could rest a while longer...
Gwendolyn: Thank you for your consideration, but I really must be off. The battle is starting.
Bors: Y-Yes, of course... Of course you should.
B Support[]
Gwendolyn: ...Bors?
Bors: Oh, Gwendolyn... Just running in to you like this... Pure coincidence, yes...
Gwendolyn: Is something...wrong?
Bors: Ah, no no, nothing. Well, since we've met again like this, why don't we stop and talk a little? Well, are you hurt? Is your armor not too heavy?
Gwendolyn: No, I'm fine. Thanks for your consideration.
Bors: Are you taking care of your spear and your helmet well?
Gwendolyn: Yes.
Bors: Are you eating properly? Do you have any worries that you want to talk about?
Gwendolyn: I'm fine.
Bors: Have you made a lot of friends? Any boyfriends...
A Support[]
Gwendolyn: Bors...
Bors: Whoa, G-Gwendolyn! We certainly meet a lot...
Gwendolyn: Yes, brother. Did you need something?
Bors: No, nothing. Just...
Gwendolyn: Bors...
Bors: Hm?
Gwendolyn: I am really grateful for your consideration all the time. But I am a knight of Ostia. I'm training myself so I can once become like you.
Bors: ......
Gwendolyn: If I want to become strong, I can't be depending on you all the time. I'm going to be fine, really, so please don't worry... I must be off. ...I'm really grateful for you, brother.
Gwendolyn leaves*
Bors: ...... ...I see... She's grown so much. I suppose I was the one being childish... Gwendolyn, I wish you luck.
Gwendolyn: What are you doing back here? With your light gear, you should be far ahead of us.
Astolfo: Uh... Sorry. Your legs and back don't really work the way you want them to when you're my age...
Gwendolyn: ...Sir Astolfo, just how old are you?
Astolfo: Whoo, scary... You're even more serious than your brother. And you're even built like him. What a shame for a girl of your age to be so f-
Gwendolyn: I'm not fat! This is my armor!
Astolfo: O-Okay, okay. Just calm down...
Gwendolyn: A-Anyway... Try to learn from my brother a little more!
B Support[]
Gwendolyn: Sir Astolfo!
Astolfo: Hey, Gwendolyn. How are you doing?
Gwendolyn: ...Sir Astolfo... What are you doing relaxing here like this... This is a battlefield! Please be more serious!
Astolfo: Well, there's no point in getting too fired up for nothing. Come on, let's take it easy.
Gwendolyn: ...... You won't get away today. I'll drag you along if I have to!
Astolfo: Whoa... Hey, wait a minute...
Astolfo loses his balance*
Gwendolyn: S-Sir Astolfo... That wound...
Astolfo: Oh... Don't worry about it. It's just an old scar. I can't do much with this leg because of it.
Gwendolyn: ...... When...did you get that wound?
Astolfo: Uh... A long time ago. I kinda messed up when I snuck into Bern's castle on a mission. I managed to get away, so I guess it's a scar of honor, so to speak.
Gwendolyn: I... I'm sorry! I didn't know...
Astolfo: Yeah, so I told you not to worry about it...
A Support[]
Gwendolyn: Sir Astolfo!
Astolfo: Ah, Gwendolyn. Beautiful as always.
Gwendolyn: You can't flatter me with that. I understand about your leg. But! I still have a lot to tell you! First, about your drinking habits...
Astolfo: ...Oh, damn...
Gwendolyn: No, you're not getting away. You shall behave like a proper Ostian knight from now on!
Gwendolyn: Lady Lilina... Please stay close to me. I shall protect you with my life.
Lilina: Th-Thank you... That armor... It's quite an accomplishment. Isn't it heavy for a girl?
Gwendolyn: No, my lady. The weight of an knight's armor is a symbol of his loyalty.
Lilina: All right... But just don't strain yourself.
Gwendolyn: Thank you very much, my lady.
Lilina: Why did you become an Armor Knight? Did you want to become like Bors?
Gwendolyn: Yes... My brother is the goal that I pursue. I wish to protect you like my brother does, Lady Lilina.
B Support[]
Lilina: Gwendolyn.
Gwendolyn: Yes, Lady Lilina?
Lilina: Let's chat a little. Tell me about yourself.
Gwendolyn: Yes. I am an Armor Knight of Ostia...
Lilina: No, not things like that... For example, do you have a man whom you fancy?
Gwendolyn: A...man?
Lilina: Yes.
Gwendolyn: I...don't really know.
Lilina: What?
Gwendolyn: I always just focused on become strong like my brother, so... I never really thought about things like that...
Lilina: I see... Let's talk about something else, then. We're both girls in the same army that grew up in the same place. I want to know more about you.
A Support[]
Gwendolyn: Lady Lilina, you are an odd individual.
Lilina: Odd? Why?
Gwendolyn: You are in a much higher position than we are... But you still come right down to talk to us with a smile on your face. It seems...odd.
Lilina: Do you think so? I just want to be friends with you.
Gwendolyn: F-Friends? I don't think that would be possible, my lady... You are my master!
Lilina: That doesn't make a difference. You're the only girl around my age that grew up in the same area. Let's not worry about who's the master or the servant...
Gwendolyn: Lady Lilina! You are carrying Ostia's future on your shoulders. You are different from us. You do understand that, do you not?
Lilina: ...So we can't be friends?
Gwendolyn: I'm sorry. But I am very grateful for your consideration. Perhaps we cannot be friends, but would you allow me to go over and chat with you once in a while?
