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With Byleth (Male) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Well, hello, Professor. You came all the way to my room to— Oh. You've brought the materials from your lecture I slept through. I appreciate it. Thank you.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: I won't do this again.
    • Choice 2: Don't miss the lectures.
  • Linhardt:
    • Choice 1 response: It's rare for a nice professor like you to be so strict. Please, Professor. You must understand how difficult it is for me to fight the demon of drowsiness.
    • Choice 2 response: It's not that I want to miss lectures...exactly. Drowsiness is my archnemesis. For some reason I just can't seem to win against it.
  • Linhardt: Just talking about it makes me sleepy...
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Let's wake you up with a bit of training, then.
    • Choice 2: A trip to town might help your mood.
    • Choice 3: You're not motivated enough.
  • Linhardt:
    • Choice 1 response: Oh no, I couldn't possibly. I would certainly injure myself if I tried to train while drowsy.
    • Choice 2 response: That sounds more than a little exhausting. I think I'll stay in.
    • Choice 3 response: It's not that I don't have enough motivation. The problem is that I don't have any at all. Not for useless things.
  • Linhardt: I must compliment you though. By this point in most conversations, I'm bored senseless. But I'm enjoying this. I wonder why... What is it about you that fascinates me so? You're definitely a strange one.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: I'm not strange.
    • Choice 2: Maybe so.
  • Linhardt: In truth, your very nature is odd. You're definitely not a commoner, but you don't seem like a noble, either. You're...something else. Or you could be a villain who came here to enact some evil plot. That wouldn't surprise me either.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: I'm not a villain.
    • Choice 2: Is that what you think?
  • Linhardt: Hey, Professor... Will you ever allow me to investigate that Crest of yours? It won't hurt a bit, I swear. I'm sure I could find out all sorts of things about your Crest...and you. Of course, I'm not as experienced with such research as Professor Hanneman, but I do what I can. Someday, I think I might like to become a Crest scholar. You never know.
  • Byleth: Hm...
  • Linhardt: Oh, don't trouble yourself. I didn't mean now. I've got a lot of other research I'm working on at the moment. I tend to start a project, get bored, and then leave it be. I might be ready to investigate your Crest soon. I'd have to tidy up a bit first. On that note... Goodnight, Professor.

B Support Edit

  • Linhardt: ...
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: What are you doing?
    • Choice 2: Are you thinking about the battle?
  • Linhardt: It's just... I was wondering why it seems as if no one values their own lives. Why do we fight until we die? Why do we kill without hesitation? I hate it. I don't like taking lives or even the sight of blood. In the last battle, some of the soldiers under my command died for foolish reasons. Those soldiers could have pulled back... Instead, they kept fighting...and were overrun. Am I supposed to be satisfied with the victory alone? Even at the cost of such life?
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: No, I couldn't be satisfied with that.
    • Choice 2: Yes, I could be satisfied with that.
  • Linhardt:
    • Choice 1 response: Exactly. I don't see the point. Honor? That's a foolish reason to give your life. Glory? Even worse.
    • Choice 2 response: Really? I— Trading someone's life for a bit of honor and glory... You'll pardon me if I say I find that repulsive.
  • Linhardt: Just the thought frightens me. I'm not suited for battle, Professor.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: That's not something you can control.
    • Choice 2: There are some fights you can't run from.
  • Linhardt:
    • Choice 1: I'm happy you feel that way, but... It seems like so much in our world is decided by who wins or loses a fight. Very little is accomplished via diplomacy or even simple decency.
    • Choice 2: I suppose that's the nature of the world, isn't it?
  • Linhardt: Professor, you take the time to lead me and teach me like this every day... Could the reason be that you don't want me to die on the battlefield?
  • Byleth: As long as I'm here, I won't let you die.
  • Linhardt: That's a bold statement, Professor. But for whatever reason, I want to believe you... You really are a strange person, you know. Professor, I wish to ask something of you. I...I don't want to kill. I don't want blood on my hands. I just want to lie on my back and soak up the sun filtering down through the trees... And I want you to help me make that reality.

A Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Hmm... Ah, yes...
  • Linhardt: Professor. What brings you out so late?
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: I heard a strange voice.
    • Choice 2: I could ask you the same.
  • Linhardt:
    • Choice 1 response: Oh, um... That was likely my voice.
    • Choice 2 response: n/a
  • Linhardt: I've been worrying about something... I once asked you tot help me make this the sort of world where I can simply nap my days away. Then I thought, if the world becomes a peaceful place, all my Crest research might be for naught...
  • Byleth: Why's that?
  • Linhardt: Well, I don't see how Crests have much use in times of peace. Certainly there are Crests that make you stronger and could be used in engineering. And I suppose Crests that increase magical abilities might help doctors heal injuries... Still, the possibilities seem limited. It's as if Crests were designed to be used only in times of war. Their power meant to bring about death and destruction.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Maybe you're right.
    • Choice 2: I don't really understand.
  • Linhardt: I cannot prove what I say is true, but suppose for a moment that it is... The longer this war goes on, the more useful my Crest research becomes. But if the war were to end today, we would go on living, perhaps not using the power of our Crests at all. It is truly my dream to be a Crest scholar, but I also dream of all the wonderful naps peace would bring. Saying it all out loud, it feels a rather stupid thing to worry over. Knowledge or peace? Sleep or war?
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: It's not stupid.
    • Choice 2: You shouldn't worry about it if it's stupid.
  • Linhardt:
    • Choice 1 response: Thank you, Professor. I appreciate the sentiment.
    • Choice 2 response: You know, you're right. In the end, maybe it's not that stupid after all. It certainly isn't to me...
  • Linhardt: Although, if I stop researching Crests, I'll have one less excuse to spend time with you. Professor. Don't make faces like that. People like you who listen to my blathering and then nod and smile as though I say matters? People like you are very precious to me.

S Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Professor, I've been waiting for you.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: How did you know I was coming here?
    • Choice 2: You've livelier than normal.
  • Linhardt:
    • Choice 1 response: How much time do you suppose we have spent together? Enough that I believe I can predict how you'll feel about something.
    • Choice 2 response: Oh, is it noticeable?
  • Linhardt: The truth is... I want to ask you a once-in-a-lifetime question.
  • Byleth: Once in a lifetime?
  • Linhardt: Um... Yes.
  • Linhardt: I know that the end of the war hasn't granted you limitless free time.
  • Linhardt: But you must have more time on your hands than you did during the war, yes?
  • Linhardt: Would you spend that time with me?
  • Linhardt: I want to know more about you. I want to solve the mysteries that surround you.
  • Linhardt: I don't think I'll ever meet anyone more intoxicating than yourself.
  • Linhardt: I want you to be mine and I want to be yours.
  • Linhardt: Here is proof of my desire. Will you accept it?

(Linhardt presents ring)

  • Byleth: Of course. I love you, Linhardt.
  • Linhardt: Oh, thank goodness! I don't know what I would have done with myself had you turned me down.
  • Linhardt: Though, I feel like I've come to understand rather a lot about you.
  • Linhardt: So I didn't honestly think you'd reject me.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Wow, you're very confident.
    • Choice 2: Hmm...
  • Linhardt:
    • Choice 1 response: Oh, just wait. I will understand you even more.
    • Choice 2 response: You doubt me? But I was proven correct the very moment you took the ring.
  • Linhardt: Our future together has only just begun.
  • Linhardt: Before I become bored of this business, I wish to learn all there is about your Crest and your strength.
  • Linhardt: And perhaps we'll even come up with ways I could help you guide Fódlan.
  • Linhardt: I as a Crest scholar and you as a leader of Fódlan...
  • Linhardt: We will take our first steps together into this new world, the two of us working as one.
  • Linhardt: Once things settle down, we can retire to the countryside.
  • Linhardt: A place where the air is fresh, the lakes are full of fish, the sun is warm, and where we may nap deeply.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: I should've known this was about naps.
    • Choice 2: I'm not into napping...
  • Linhardt: Without naps, life is nothing but work!
  • Linhardt: I value you too much to let you spend your whole life laboring for others. You're the hero of Fódlan after all.
  • Linhardt: Besides, naps are the entire point of retirement!
  • LinhardtIt may be some time until we can nap under a tree, peaceful sunlight filtering through the branches...
  • Linhardt: But when that day comes? To have you there lying by my side...
  • Linhardt: Paradise. And we will have made it so.

With Byleth (Female) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Well, hello, Professor. You came all the way to my room to— Oh. You've brought the materials from your lecture I slept through. I appreciate it. Thank you.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: I won't do this again.
    • Choice 2: Don't miss the lectures.
  • Linhardt:
    • Choice 1 response: It's rare for a nice professor like you to be so strict. Please, Professor. You must understand how difficult it is for me to fight the demon of drowsiness.
    • Choice 2 response: It's not that I want to miss lectures...exactly. Drowsiness is my archnemesis. For some reason I just can't seem to win against it.
  • Linhardt: Just talking about it makes me sleepy...
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Let's wake you up with a bit of training, then.
    • Choice 2: A trip to town might help your mood.
    • Choice 3: You're not motivated enough.
  • Linhardt:
    • Choice 1 response: Oh no, I couldn't possibly. I would certainly injure myself if I tried to train while drowsy.
    • Choice 2 response: That sounds more than a little exhausting. I think I'll stay in.
    • Choice 3 response: It's not that I don't have enough motivation. The problem is that I don't have any at all. Not for useless things.
  • Linhardt: I must compliment you though. By this point in most conversations, I'm bored senseless. But I'm enjoying this. I wonder why... What is it about you that fascinates me so? You're definitely a strange one.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: I'm not strange.
    • Choice 2: Maybe so.
  • Linhardt: In truth, your very nature is odd. You're definitely not a commoner, but you don't seem like a noble, either. You're...something else. Or you could be a villain who came here to enact some evil plot. That wouldn't surprise me either.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: I'm not a villain.
    • Choice 2: Is that what you think?
  • Linhardt: Hey, Professor... Will you ever allow me to investigate that Crest of yours? It won't hurt a bit, I swear. I'm sure I could find out all sorts of things about your Crest...and you. Of course, I'm not as experienced with such research as Professor Hanneman, but I do what I can. Someday, I think I might like to become a Crest scholar. You never know.
  • Byleth: Hm...
  • Linhardt: Oh, don't trouble yourself. I didn't mean now. I've got a lot of other research I'm working on at the moment. I tend to start a project, get bored, and then leave it be. I might be ready to investigate your Crest soon. I'd have to tidy up a bit first. On that note... Goodnight, Professor.

B Support Edit

  • Linhardt: ...
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: What are you doing?
    • Choice 2: Are you thinking about the battle?
  • Linhardt: It's just... I was wondering why it seems as if no one values their own lives. Why do we fight until we die? Why do we kill without hesitation? I hate it. I don't like taking lives or even the sight of blood. In the last battle, some of the soldiers under my command died for foolish reasons. Those soldiers could have pulled back... Instead, they kept fighting...and were overrun. Am I supposed to be satisfied with the victory alone? Even at the cost of such life?
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: No, I couldn't be satisfied with that.
    • Choice 2: Yes, I could be satisfied with that.
  • Linhardt:
    • Choice 1 response: Exactly. I don't see the point. Honor? That's a foolish reason to give your life. Glory? Even worse.
    • Choice 2 response: Really? I— Trading someone's life for a bit of honor and glory... You'll pardon me if I say I find that repulsive.
  • Linhardt: Just the thought frightens me. I'm not suited for battle, Professor.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: That's not something you can control.
    • Choice 2: There are some fights you can't run from.
  • Linhardt:
    • Choice 1 response: I'm happy you feel that way, but... It seems like so much in our world is decided by who wins or loses a fight. Very little is accomplished via diplomacy or even simple decency.
    • Choice 2 response: I suppose that's the nature of the world, isn't it?
  • Linhardt: Professor, you take the time to lead me and teach me like this every day... Could the reason be that you don't want me to die on the battlefield?
  • Byleth: As long as I'm here, I won't let you die.
  • Linhardt: That's a bold statement, Professor. But for whatever reason, I want to believe you... You really are a strange person, you know. Professor, I wish to ask something of you. I...I don't want to kill. I don't want blood on my hands. I just want to lie on my back and soak up the sun filtering down through the trees... And I want you to help me make that reality.

A Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Hmm... Ah, yes...
  • Linhardt: Professor. What brings you out so late?
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: I heard a strange voice.
    • Choice 2: I could ask you the same.
  • Linhardt:
    • Choice 1 response: Oh, um... That was likely my voice.
    • Choice 2 response: n/a
  • Linhardt: I've been worrying about something...
  • Linhardt: I once asked you tot help me make this the sort of world where I can simply nap my days away.
  • Linhardt: Then I thought, if the world becomes a peaceful place, all my Crest research might be for naught...
  • Byleth: Why's that?
  • Linhardt: Well, I don't see how Crests have much use in times of peace.
  • Linhardt: Certainly there are Crests that make you stronger and could be used in engineering.
  • Linhardt: And I suppose Crests that increase magical abilities might help doctors heal injuries...
  • Linhardt: Still, the possibilities seem limited.
  • Linhardt: It's as if Crests were designed to be used only in times of war.
  • Linhardt: Their power meant to bring about death and destruction.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Maybe you're right.
    • Choice 2: I don't really understand.
  • Linhardt: I cannot prove what I say is true, but suppose for a moment that it is...
  • Linhardt: The longer this war goes on, the more useful my Crest research becomes.
  • Linhardt: But if the war were to end today, we would go on living, perhaps not using the power of our Crests at all.
  • Linhardt: It is truly my dream to be a Crest scholar, but I also dream of all the wonderful naps peace would bring.
  • Linhardt: Saying it all out loud, it feels a rather stupid thing to worry over. Knowledge or peace? Sleep or war?
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: It's not stupid.
    • Choice 2: You shouldn't worry about it if it's stupid.
  • Linhardt:
    • Choice 1 response: Thank you, Professor. I appreciate the sentiment.
    • Choice 2 response: You know, you're right. In the end, maybe it's not that stupid after all. It certainly isn't to me...
  • Linhardt: Although, if I stop researching Crests, I'll have one less excuse to spend time with you.
  • Linhardt: Professor. Don't make faces like that.
  • Linhardt: People like you who listen to my blathering and then nod and smile as though I say matters?
  • Linhardt: People like you are very precious to me.

S Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Professor, I've been waiting for you.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: How did you know I was coming here?
    • Choice 2: You've livelier than normal.
  • Linhardt:
    • Choice 1 response: How much time do you suppose we have spent together? Enough that I believe I can predict how you'll feel about something.
    • Choice 2 response: Oh, is it noticeable?
  • Linhardt: The truth is... I want to ask you a once-in-a-lifetime question.
  • Byleth: Once in a lifetime?
  • Linhardt: Um... Yes.
  • Linhardt: I know that the end of the war hasn't granted you limitless free time.
  • Linhardt: But you must have more time on your hands than you did during the war, yes?
  • Linhardt: Would you spend that time with me?
  • Linhardt: I want to know more about you. I want to solve the mysteries that surround you.
  • Linhardt: I don't think I'll ever meet anyone more intoxicating than yourself.
  • Linhardt: I want you to be mine and I want to be yours.
  • Linhardt: Here is proof of my desire. Will you accept it?

(Linhardt presents ring)

  • Byleth: Of course. I love you, Linhardt.
  • Linhardt: Oh, thank goodness! I don't know what I would have done with myself had you turned me down.
  • Linhardt: Though, I feel like I've come to understand rather a lot about you.
  • Linhardt: So I didn't honestly think you'd reject me.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Wow, you're very confident.
    • Choice 2: Hmm...
  • Linhardt:
    • Choice 1 response: Oh, just wait. I will understand you even more.
    • Choice 2 response: You doubt me? But I was proven correct the very moment you took the ring.
  • Linhardt: Our future together has only just begun.
  • Linhardt: Before I become bored of this business, I wish to learn all there is about your Crest and your strength.
  • Linhardt: And perhaps we'll even come up with ways I could help you guide Fódlan.
  • Linhardt: I as a Crest scholar and you as a leader of Fódlan...
  • Linhardt: We will take our first steps together into this new world, the two of us working as one.
  • Linhardt: Once things settle down, we can retire to the countryside.
  • Linhardt: A place where the air is fresh, the lakes are full of fish, the sun is warm, and where we may nap deeply.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: I should've known this was about naps.
    • Choice 2: I'm not into napping...
  • Linhardt: Without naps, life is nothing but work!
  • Linhardt: I value you too much to let you spend your whole life laboring for others. You're the hero of Fódlan after all.
  • Linhardt: Besides, naps are the entire point of retirement!
  • LinhardtIt may be some time until we can nap under a tree, peaceful sunlight filtering through the branches...
  • Linhardt: But when that day comes? To have you there lying by my side...
  • Linhardt: Paradise. And we will have made it so.

With Edelgard Edit

C Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Hello there, Edelgard. Are you looking for something?
  • Edelgard: You could say that. I'm looking for someone named Linhardt who's been skipping lectures again.
  • Linhardt: I see. Well, congratulations, you've found him. Did you want him for something in particular?
  • Edelgard: What else could bring me here other than your complete negligence?
  • Linhardt: Well, perhaps you're interested in hearing my latest theories on the nature of Crests. I suspect the formation of Crests may be quite different than that recorded in church tradition.
  • Edelgard: Before you go on, is there any discernible benefit to me allowing this babble to continue?
  • Linhardt: Well, of course.
  • Edelgard: And that would be?
  • Linhardt: I suspect you'll find the topic rather entertaining.
  • Edelgard: That's it?
  • Linhardt: What more do you need? Crest research is its own reward.
  • Edelgard: You know, if you ever truly applied yourself, you could become a distinguished scholar. You could use your Crest knowledge to benefit the world or uncover new discoveries in magic theory.
  • Linhardt: Why would I busy myself with such tedious work? I perform this research for my own knowledge. I'm not interested in the world at large.
  • Edelgard: There's nothing wrong with a selfish drive for knowledge but only if you put it to good use.
  • Linhardt: I'm sure there must be some use...
  • Edelgard: Oh? Then please, tell me what potential uses you have in mind.
  • Linhardt: Well, there are people out there who spend good money on bizarre artistic creations... So I'm sure my not-at-all useful research could be used as a fine lullaby for the children of the world.
  • Edelgard: A lullaby? Ugh, I have things to do. Just know that this was my last warning.
  • Linhardt: Sure, of course. Good-bye.

B Support Edit

  • Edelgard: Linhardt, at least try to do some training. Use a staff or a rod or a broom, for all I care.
  • Linhardt: My apologies, but I cannot train right now. I have plans for later and don't wish to tire myself. Caspar invited me to train with him, you see...

(scene transition)

  • Edelgard: You slept through the whole debate, didn't you? Fine. I'll summarize it for you.
  • Linhardt: Not the whole debate. I closed my eyes only after I knew what reading would cover the topic.

(scene transition)

  • Edelgard: There you are. Don't tell me you were sneaking out to do some training...
  • Linhardt: Of course not. I was sneaking out to avoid you! Ugh, how did you find me this time?
  • Edelgard: A mere coincidence. Why would you wish to hide from me?
  • Linhardt: Because you're an awful nuisance. Why do you pester me so?
  • Edelgard: To ensure that your talent is not wasted due to your lack of—
  • Linhardt: It's none of your business how I spend my time or how I use my "talent." Have you assumed the role of my mother? You overplay the part! She was only half as overbearing.
  • Edelgard: Wh...what is the matter with you? As house leader, I'm trying to prevent you from causing trouble for yourself and our classmates.
  • Linhardt: Fine. I'll try harder...really. I'm sure you see all this as my interfering with your duty as a leader... Have you considered how it feels for those of us who serve below you? You are a serious pain, you know.
  • Edelgard: How so?
  • Linhardt: You're like a mother who insists on accompanying her son to his own knighting ceremony!
  • Edelgard: That's taking it a bit far, don't you think?
  • Linhardt: No, I'd say that it's putting it lightly. All your interfering is greatly hindering my research.
  • Edelgard: I see. Very well. You've made your perspective perfectly clear.

A Support Edit

  • Edelgard: Linhardt! I've finally found you.
  • Linhardt: These structures were built more than a thousand years ago and still remain. Amazing. Most interesting, there's a pattern to the saints' emblems carved into each of the sarcophagi... Here. You'll see if you come take a look.
  • Edelgard: Perhaps another time. Right now, I have something to discuss with you. You've said before that you don't care about the usefulness of your research. After giving it some thought, I decided that I'd like to create an institution for Crest and Relic research, and I'd like for you to lead it. All you would need to do is carry out whatever research you like. Somebody else will decide how to make use of your findings. What do you think? I imagine such an environment would suit you quite well.
  • Linhardt: Ugh... Let's be clear that I have my reservations, but I suppose I'll take you up on your offer...if you insist. Although, I'm unsure if it's a good idea. If my research dries up, you'll be stuck with a worthless institute. I do hope you understand that, Your Majesty.
  • Edelgard: Why are you skeptical about my proposal?
  • Linhardt: It's because all I've ever cared about is following my own curiosity...wherever it takes me. Being head of some "institution" and researching as part of an organized team? Sounds like no fun at all. At that point, it's not research—it's just a job, and one I've been practically forced into at that. However, since I know you've put a lot of effort into preparing this opportunity for me... And since I like you well enough, I will, begrudgingly, take you up on the offer.
  • Edelgard: Well then, I suppose I should be grateful. But I'll be honest. I see little point in bringing you on board if you're so troubled by the idea. Let's put this idea on hold for the moment. I'll figure something out for you by the war's end. I have great respect for your talent, Linhardt. I'm certain I can find a way to make use of it that's to your liking.

A+ Support Edit

  • Edelgard: Here again, I see.
  • Linhardt: Of course, Your Majesty. I couldn't investigate this place freely when those of the church were around.
  • Edelgard: Understandably. Now, about my proposal to create an institution for Crest and Relic research... I've decided to move forward with it. As for who will lead the charge...
  • Linhardt: You want me to be in charge of the thing after all, don't you?
  • Edelgard: Actually, no. I was just considering some conditions for whoever applies for the job.
  • Linhardt: Conditions? What kind of conditions?
  • Edelgard: To start, I won't allow the position to be a secondary one. That excludes lords who are busy looking after their own territories.
  • Linhardt: Are you suggesting land-holding lords would have no means of applying?
  • Edelgard: Quite the opposite. I'm looking for applicants with enough passion for the job that they're willing to relinquish any land-holding rights they possess. They will be provided with necessities like food, clothing, and housing but will receive no further compensation. That said, they will be free to take as much time off as they desire.
  • Linhardt: Do you expect anyone to be interested in such an odd position?
  • Edelgard: That's my hope.
  • Linhardt: Have you gone mad? Demanding someone rescind their land rights and then provide no compensation? Even the unlimited time off is a rather discourteous perk to offer. No one would accept room, board, and endless time to research... No one but me. Why must you...
  • Edelgard: Why must I what?
  • Linhardt: Why must you understand me so well? I asked you to consider the feelings of those below you... I never expected you to consider mine to this extent.
  • Edelgard: I told you I'd figure out a way to make use of your talents that you'd find acceptable.
  • Linhardt: Honestly... No woman has ever gone through this much trouble for me before.
  • Edelgard: Then have you decided?
  • Linhardt: Yes, I have. I would be most pleased to accept your offer, Your Majesty.

With Hubert Edit

C Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Well, this is fascinating... Following this equation...
  • Hubert: Linhardt. Here again, I see.
  • Linhardt: Go away, Hubert. Now is not a good time. Ah, yes. The double line becomes a helix, and its arc... No, that cannot be correct...
  • Hubert: Now is exactly the time. Lady Edelgard requests your presence. Come. The lecture is about to start.
  • Linhardt: Politely inform her that my research is vastly more important than...whatever it is she has to say.
  • Hubert: While your passion may be admirable, it is sadly misdirected. This matter takes priority. Return to your hobby when your duty is done.
  • Linhardt: Hobby? But this research will most certainly prove useful in the future!
  • Hubert: The Empire requires you to be useful now. I should think you would want the same. You have an almost unparalleled intellect. A singular focus. An unfettered imagination. In truth, you have talents that many, including myself, will never have the privilege of possessing.
  • Linhardt: Are you complimenting me, Hubert? That alone deserves to be studied.
  • Hubert: Let me finish. I haven't an ounce of respect for the cause you have chosen to waste your talents on. Which changes frequently, I might add, with no rhyme, reason, or results. Learn to apply yourself to something constructive. You may still have a bright future.
  • Linhardt: That sounds suspiciously as if you're not going to leave me alone. I just want to live a life doing things that interest me. Is that so wrong?
  • Hubert: That is unacceptable. Even for a nobleman. Her Highness will soon ascend the throne. She is attempting to deal with such noble privilege head on.
  • Linhardt: You have a point, and I understand where you're coming from. But I can't do it. I can't bring myself to work for someone else.
  • Hubert: Pathetic. Keep to your books, then. Good-bye, Linhardt.

B Support Edit

  • Hubert: I can't believe it. How can I show my face to Lady Edelgard after this?
  • Linhardt: That's what you get, Hubert. If you rested like me, you wouldn't collapse from exhaustion.
  • Hubert: As much as it pains me to say it, you're right. But to be looked after—ugh. By you, of all people. That might be the worst part of this. I don't know how to feel, to be honest. So for now, let's pretend I thanked you.
  • Linhardt: Oh, come now. Even I wouldn't abandon someone who'd collapsed.
  • Hubert: You would have in a heartbeat if anyone else had been around.
  • Linhardt: Ah, yes. Quite accurate, Hubert. Why would I ever bother to be a decent person if there were anyone else I could foist the duty upon? If your situation turned bad, it would have been an absolute hassle. I could never just leave you there.
  • Hubert: If that were the sort of man you truly were, we could never be friends.
  • Linhardt: Heh, but if we weren't friends, I probably would have just left you.
  • Hubert: Shame you're so reluctant to do any real work. You're actually pretty good at this. Made sure I was comfortable. Checked carefully for injuries. Even carried me here yourself. If only you'd apply that knowledge of yours so proactively and thoroughly all the time... You'd be a tremendous asset to the Empire.
  • Linhardt: There you go again. I see no problem with staying just the way I am. Think of it this way... In an anthill, 20 percent of the ants are asleep at any given time... And it's not because they're lazy—far from it. When the working ants become tired, they go to sleep, and the others wake up. That's me. I'm the ant who rests so I can work later when other people are tired.
  • Hubert: Maybe that's true. But even if it is, it's still just a fancy way to say you let others do all the work. Consider me unconvinced.
  • Linhardt: I'll consider you a bother and leave it at that. You and Edelgard work far too hard. I mean it. Take a break now and then. If you both collapsed, I think it'd be too much effort for me to bother with. Get some rest, Hubert. Not as much as me, of course.
  • Hubert: Fine.

With Ferdinand Edit

C Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Just look at this place... It's so beautiful. I believe I should take a nap and enjoy it properly.
  • Ferdinand: Linhardt. Lost in thought, I see. Unacceptable! Are you not aware that a noble's duty is to be ever vigilant?
  • Linhardt: Rest increases alertness. Is there something I can do for you, Ferdinand?
  • Ferdinand: Well, I was just passing by, and I thought I could give you a little advice. You always seem to be napping. Why not spend your free time doing something productive?
  • Linhardt: Easier said than done, Ferdinand. I'm afraid I suffer from a constitution that tires easily.
  • Ferdinand: Hmph. Some training will remedy that. Let us work on that today. I will train you myself! Arise, Linhardt! The righteous path of the noble lies before you!
  • Linhardt: You're always giving it your all, aren't you?
  • Ferdinand: Yes, I am. is there something wrong with that?
  • Linhardt: Of course not. In fact, I rather enjoy your demeanor. You go all out even when others wish you wouldn't. You work hard, inspire the admiration of others, and your dignity as a noble is beyond reproach.
  • Ferdinand: I consider it my mission to serve as a guide and a model for other members of the nobility.
  • Linhardt: As capable as you are striking. Next to you, I am a mere infant.
  • Ferdinand: Oh, you are far too kind... Although I do work hard each day to achieve all of which you speak.
  • Linhardt: You've mastered all the important noble skills. You drink tea, talk about how great you are, ride horses...
  • Ferdinand: Indeed! I went for a ride earlier today.
  • Linhardt: Is that so? You'll have to tell me about it sometime when I'm not walking away...
  • Linhardt walks away.
  • Ferdinand: Hm? Where are you going?
  • Linhardt: I must get some sleep, being the infant that I am. Farewell for now, Ferdinand, oh noble among nobles.
  • Ferdinand: "Noble among nobles"? Seems a bit much. Did he say "get some sleep"? Hey, wait!

(Ferdinand runs after Linhardt)

B Support Edit

  •  Ferdinand: Linhardt. There you are.
  • Linhardt: Observant as ever, Ferdinand. What can I help you with?
  • Ferdinand: You have been utilizing clever tricks to give me the slip. But not today. Prepare yourself! "A noble cannot escape from his duty." Hold these words in your heart.
  • Linhardt: It seems you really mean it this time. I suppose I have no choice but to outmatch you.
  • Ferdinand: Finally, a little enthusiasm. You are bravely stepping upon the path of nobility. Let us begin!
  • Linhardt: Come now, Ferdinand, Don't be foolish. I can't possibly train with you... I have places to be.

(Linhardt runs away)

  • Ferdinand: Wait! I will not allow you to get away!

(Ferdinand runs after Linhardt)

  • Linhardt: I... I can't... I can't run anymore.
  • Ferdinand: Just admit defeat...
  • Linhardt: Can't we... just a minute... Ferdinand... let me... let me catch my breath.
  • Ferdinand: Well, maybe just for a moment... I could use a rest myself. I am surprised you could run that far. I had assumed that all that lounging around would have dulled your constitution. But I had a difficult time keeping up.
  • Linhardt: The fear... of having to exert myself really helped. You're none too slow yourself. It's been a while since I ran like that. It actually feels pretty good.
  • Ferdinand: It does, does it not? Well, how about we say that thrilling chase was your training for the day? If you will excuse me, I am going to run even more, so I can catch you next time!
  • Linhardt: After all the running you already did? That's our Ferdinand. You always give everything your all, don't you?
  • Ferdinand: Haha, and what is wrong with that?
  • Linhardt: Nothing whatsoever, Ferdinand. I mean that.

With Caspar Edit

C Support Edit

  • Caspar: You're looking pretty tired, Linhardt. I think you could use a little more of the fighting spirit!
  • Linhardt: I believe you have enough fighting spirit for the both of us.
  • Caspar: Enough? There's no such thing! You need as much as you can get it if you're going to train.
  • Linhardt: I'd rather pace myself. You're becoming too much like your father. I still recall with startling clarity the time he forced me to do some training.
  • Caspar: Ha! I remember your father wasn't too happy about that. Our fathers actually got into a fight over it.
  • Linhardt: They hate one another so much. I simply cannot fathom what's wrong with the two of them.
  • Caspar: I wish they'd just have it out already. One big fight to settle things. My father would win, obviously, but it would still be fun to watch.
  • Linhardt: That would be rather cruel. I don't think anyone in Fódlan could beat up your father. My father does have the height advantage though...
  • Caspar: Pfft! Height advantage? What does that even mean?
  • Linhardt: When two opponents are of similar strength, the one with the height advantage wins. It's pure math.
  • Caspar: Whoever forces the other to submit wins. That's how fighting works. It has nothing to do with height!
  • Linhardt: Brute strength alone doesn't decide a fight, and taller people have longer limbs too. Longer limbs equates to a longer reach. Taller people can hit you from farther away. Oh, and they have more leg strength. There's also th- Well, I'm bored explaining this. I think you get my point.
  • Caspar: No, I don't get it. Now you're talking about limb length and reach? None of that matters when you're up close and brawling!
  • Linhardt: You know, I'm going to agree with you just so I don't have to keep talking.
  • Caspar: If you've got something else to say, then come out and say it! Actually, forget this! I'll prove it to you myself. Some of those new knights look pretty tall. I'll fight one just for you!
  • Linhardt: And off he goes...
  • Caspar: Ugh, they're all so strong... I couldn't land a single blow.
  • Linhardt: So it's as I said, then, isn't it? The tallest fighter has the advantage...and my father could beat yours in a fight.

B Support Edit

  • Caspar: Why am I having so much trouble fighting these tall guys? They're not even stronger than me? You've got to help me come up with a strategy, Linhardt.
  • Linhardt: Is that not a waste of time? Even if I handed you a perfect strategy- something I've done in the past - you'd never follow it through.
  • Caspar: That's because your plans are always so complicated! But come on, I need your help.
  • Linhardt: All right. I will share with you my tactical genius. I call this...my "secret plan."
  • Caspar: You already have a plan? You really are ready for anything. So, what is it?
  • Linhardt: Land the first hit. Then keep hitting them - hard and fast as you can - until they stop hitting you back.
  • Caspar: So, you're basically telling me to just...fight?
  • Linhardt: Dodge their attacks. Keep up the assault. Then go for the knees. Done.
  • Caspar: The secret is the knees?
  • Linhardt: Being tall means short people are closer to your knees. Exploit the enemy's weakness, Caspar!
  • Caspar: Makes sense! That doesn't sound like my style though. I don't really wanna exploit a weakness.
  • Linhardt: Then go ahead and continue losing. Or...you can listen to the rest of my plan.
  • Caspar: There's more? Fine. Tell me the rest.
  • Linhardt: Your defense is careless. The last bit of my secret is that you need to train in that area.
  • Caspar: I won't argue with training. Let's go!
  • Linhardt: No, I don't think we should -
  • Caspar: C'mon! You've even got that height advantage you're always going on about. You're the perfect training partner for me. Quit stalling and let's go!
  • Linhardt: Ugh, fine. I'll train with you, but only for a bit.
  • Caspar: All right, Linhardt! Come at me again!
  • Linhardt: Uh... Ah... Caspar, please... I need... I need... Water... I need water... I'm going to... Gonna go get some. Bye.
  • Caspar: Huh? Hey! Get back here! Hmph! He got away...

A Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Huh? Caspar? Whatever is he doing here? Oh no... Is he looking for a fight with someone taller than him? The poor boy won't give up.
  • Caspar: This is it. Today's my day. Caspar's day! Come get some!
  • Linhardt: Yes, Caspar, just like that! Just like we practiced! Yes! Dodge! Yes! Perfect! Right there! He's open! Punch him right in the - Yes, Caspar! You did it!
  • Caspar: Hahaha! And that's how it's done!
  • Caspar: And then I got him - BAM! Right in the solar plexus! I really wish you coulda- Hey! Are you even listening? This is when it starts getting real good!
  • Linhardt: I'm listening. I am sad to say, however, that the tale is slightly less thrilling the fourth time through.
  • Caspar: You should be more excited! We finally won!
  • Linhardt: "We"?
  • Caspar: Yeah! I couldn't have done it without your advice! You're a strategic genius, Linhardt!
  • Linhardt: Nonsense. Your strength carried the day. I just rambled on. You're the one who did the actual work. What's really amazing is how you wouldn't give up.
  • Caspar: Whoa. I've never heard you compliment me before. I don't think I like it... Seriously though, I couldn't have done it without you! Like you said, I wouldn't give up on fighting, and I'm not gonna give up on this either!
  • Linhardt: I should have expected that, I suppose. That's just the kind of guy you are after all. I guess this friendship is something that we can never escape from...ever.
  • Caspar: Are you saying you wanna escape from our friendship?
  • Linhardt: Not at all. Even if I did, our fates would not be so easily untangled.
  • Caspar: Hah! You got that right! No one can break this bond! Even if we argue and but heads sometimes... We'll never have to fight it out, and that's a promise!
  • Linhardt: Understood. I don't desire to fight anyone anyway. This war is the last time I'll set foot on a battlefield.
  • Caspar: Well, that makes sense.
  • Linhardt: Let's you and I come out the other side of this war alive and well, OK? That is a promise worth making.
  • Caspar: Definitely! And let's win this thing while we're at it!

With Bernadetta Edit

C Support Edit

  • Bernadetta: La la-la la-la laa... Such lovely weather for painting!
  • Linhardt: Bernadetta?
  • Bernadetta: AH! Who are you?! Where did you come from?!
  • Linhardt: It's just me, Linhardt. What are you doing?
  • Bernadetta: Painting! Just painting! Not important. Am I in your way? I'm in your way. I'll just go. I'm going.
  • Linhardt: No need for all that. I just came out here to read. I'll stay quiet and still so as not to bother you. How's that? If you want to go, that's fine too.
  • Bernadetta: Um... No, I'll...stay.
  • Linhardt: ...
  • Bernadetta: Ugh...
  • Linhardt: Say, aren't you usually holed up inside?
  • Bernadetta: Ah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for coming here! I'm sorry for bothering you! You're mad, aren't you? You look really mad! I'll just pack up! I'll be gone before you know it!
  • Linhardt: Mad? At you? Never. I rather admire you in fact. I fantasize about shutting myself in my room and never going outside again. it sounds like paradise. However, I wouldn't be able to perform my research. That, Bernadetta, is a problem.
  • Bernadetta: Wh-what? You admire me? Nu-uh. No way. I know a trick when I see one! What are you plotting? So you want to copy me, is that it? And what's a copy do with the original? Replace it! Well, I've got you figured out. I won't just sit back and take it... I'll fight you!
  • Linhardt: What? That's n- Ugh, this is too much hassle, I'm leaving.
  • Bernadetta: Ah! I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!

(Bernadetta runs off)

B Support Edit

  • Bernadetta: ...
  • Linhardt: ...
  • Bernadetta: Hmm... A little more crimson, maybe?
  • Linhardt: May I suggest vermilion instead?
  • Bernadetta: Vermilio - ah! I know. I see it. You don't have to say it. I've got no talent at all...
  • Linhardt: I said nothing about your talent. I simply suggested vermilion over crimson. Do you know vermilion? It's just a softer shade of crimson. I believe it would... Oh, forget it. This is your artistic vision, and I am but a meddler. I am going to read my book and leave you to your art.
  • Bernadetta: Um... N-no, it's fine. Say what you want to say. It's...good advice. I'll use vermilion. Thank you.
  • Linhardt: Well, I'd best be heading back.
  • Bernadetta: Phew. Finally done! I think.
  • Linhardt: All finished?
  • Bernadetta: Uh, please, don't look at it!
  • Linhardt: Everything looks a bit faded, doesn't it? Ironically, crimson may have been a better choice after all. The sense of distance on the petals is a little strange. Perhaps you should pay closer attention to such details as you paint. A preliminary sketch would do wonders. Still... Ah, forget my pedantic comments. You really do have potential.
  • Bernadetta: ...
  • Linhardt: Bernadetta?
  • Bernadetta: Ugh! Idiot! Hopeless! Waste of time! Just burn the whole thing, Bernie! Break your stupid brushes and never paint again!
  • Linhardt: Huh. Perhaps I should have kept my thoughts to myself.

A Support Edit

  • Linhardt: I was under the impression you were going to break all of your paintbrushes.
  • Bernadetta: Cut it out, Linhardt!
  • Linhardt: I'm just glad you're back to painting. I felt terrible about what happened last time, you know. I guess I should have kept my opinions about your painting to myself.
  • Bernadetta: Hm. Maybe you should have.
  • Linhardt: ...
  • Bernadetta: ...
  • Linhardt: So what do you suppose is the name for this kind of situation?
  • Bernadetta: Um, what situation? Am I in your way again? I must be. OK, let me pack my things and I'll be off.
  • Linhardt: Ugh... No. that's not what I meant. I'm talking about when two people are together but not together. When they're basically by themselves.
  • Bernadetta: Um, I'm not sure what you mean. I'm always alone.
  • Linhardt: Oh? Alone? Well, there it is then. I suppose you could say we're alone together. We're each here alone, yet together. So we're alone... together. What do you think?
  • Bernadetta: Alone...together? Oh... Wait. I get it. That's just a nice way of saying you want to be alone, right? Alone-alone. If that's what you mean, I'll go.
  • Linhardt: Please, Bernadetta. You shouldn't go. Being alone together means accomplishing more. We each have the concentration one gets from time alone but also the thrill of being with someone else. I find it to be an exhilarating environment. Have you felt that as well?
  • Bernadetta: Huh? Me? Um, I'd rather be alone, but... When I'm painting and I know you can see, I worry about what you might point out about it. Is that the thrill you mean? Because I feel that.
  • Linhardt: Here's what I wish to point out about your painting... You've really improved. Your lines are bolder, your color choices more informed, and your composition as a whole...
  • Bernadetta: Did you actually just praise me, Linhardt?~ Whats next, a rain of flying pigs?
  • Linhardt: I was just... saying what I think. Look, you probably have talent, and you work hard too...
  • Bernadetta: Oh no. I'm on to you now. You're scheming, but you won't get anywhere by flattering me! Try all you want to get your hooks into my heart - you won't fool me!
  • Linhardt: I'm not sure how praising you means I'm trying to get my hooks into your heart...
  • Bernadetta: I have a heart of stone! No one will ever get to it!
  • Linhardt: What a shame. I suppose I'll stop praising you, then.
  • Bernadetta: Y-you will? No, I...I didn't mean it that way! You can, um... you can praise me as much as you want!
  • Linhardt: I don't understand you one whit. However, if you want praise, then praise you will get. You're cute.
  • Bernadetta: Ah! Don't say stuff like that!

With Dorothea Edit

C Support Edit

  • Linhardt: I do believe a nap is in order...
  • Dorothea: Oh, this is lovely... Just feel that breeze.
  • Linhardt: Dorothea? Whatever are you doing here?
  • Dorothea: I was thinking of relaxing here, but it looks as if someone else is lounging in my spot already. taking a nap in public like this? Really, Lin. The nobles look down on such behavior.
  • Linhardt: You do know I am of noble birth.
  • Dorothea: Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just teasing. You never do act very noble though. Why is that?
  • Linhardt: Each person must follow their own way. This is how I prefer to live. Even if some of the more pretentious nobles like to poke fun at my ways.
  • Dorothea: Doesn't that bother you? I mean, really? It doesn't hurt your pride or anything?
  • Linhardt: What use is pride? It doesn't feed nor clothe you. It offers no warmth on a cold night.
  • Dorothea: First time I've heard a noble say something like that.
  • Linhardt: Well, most nobles are... Oh, what is the polite way to say it? Fools. yes. They are fools. As for myself... My father is the Minister of Domestic Affairs, and he has pride enough for the both of us. For example, did you know he and the Minster of Military Affairs cannot get along, although they value each other greatly? His pride gets in the way, so he can't make amends. That is why there was discord between civil ministers and military officers in the Empire. And so pride serves no good purpose in politics either. So tell me, what use is it?
  • Dorothea: I wonder if bad blood between civil and military leaders is somewhat unavoidable. The Minister of Domestic Affairs is in charge of all civil officials, so if they just give in easily, their subordinates would lose respect, right? I get the feeling that if your pride isn't equal to the responsibility you bear, then you aren't fit to lead. Also, I happen to think pride can be quite charming.
  • Linhardt: And how interesting is charm? It just gets in the way of living your life.
  • Dorothea: If you lack charm, nobody will give you a second glance.
  • Linhardt: Right, which means more time for napping.
  • Dorothea: Lin... You can't really believe what you're saying, can you?

B Support Edit

  • Soldier: How did you know Dorothea was an orphan?
  • Soldier: I hear she buttered up some noble and he enrolled her in the academy..
  • Soldier: She's higher ranking than us lot. How disappointing.
  • Dorothea: ...
  • Linhardt: I suggest ignoring them.
  • Dorothea: Ah! Lin, don't scare me like that!
  • Linhardt: You seem less scared than surprised, but that's quibbling, I suppose. As for those two gossips? Unimportant. I suggest forgetting all about them and their petty words. Join me for a meal. I've been the target of a lot of gossip, and eating generally makes me feel better.
  • Dorothea: Don't pretend we're the same. If I could brush it off so easily, I would.
  • Linhardt: It doesn't seem particularly difficult. Where's the problem? Is this about your pride?
  • Dorothea: No. Not even a little bit.
  • Linhardt: What then?
  • Dorothea: Lin. please just...go away. i want to be alone right now.
  • Linhardt: That's fine. But your life is your own business. It's not something that can be affected by the petty words of a stranger. Ah, sorry. I kept talking, didn't I? I'll stop now.
  • Dorothea: Please do.

B+ Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Hmm... Where has it gone?
  • Dorothea: Lin, you got a moment?
  • Linhardt: Oh, Dorothea. Are you done being alone?
  • Dorothea: Please don't say it like that... I let the gossipers get to me...and I snapped at you. Can you forgive me?
  • Linhardt: You have my forgiveness, although I remember no wrong doing on your part.
  • Dorothea: Oh, well... Thank you, I guess.
  • Linhardt: So do you feel better?
  • Dorothea: About the gossip? Not even a little bit. I... I need someone to talk to, and I figure it should be you.
  • Linhardt: Oh? OK. What is it?
  • Dorothea: About the things that those soldiers were saying... The truth is, I agree with them. Selfish as I am, I curried favor with a noble so I could enroll here. An orphan like me, here. Crazy, right? And now, to be leading troops as one of the professor's generals... I'm way out of my league. I'm doing the best I can, of course, but sometimes I wonder if it's enough...
  • Linhardt: Dorothea, if I may offer a bit of advice. you have no reason to fave anything you do not wish to. If the past distresses you, then just let it go. It's as simple as that.
  • Dorothea: But it's my past. You can't escape your past...
  • Linhardt: You've probably overcome a lot of tough times, haven't you? I think that's incredible, really, but why not just let go of the suffering and run away from the memories that cause you pain? I suspect you'll find it a better way of living. I know I do.
  • Dorothea: That's not living, Lin. It's running away. if I leave my hardships behind, then all of that means nothing.
  • Linhardt: Good point. Well said. Yet I propose ignoring your past changes nothing of who you are today. I see before me a great woman who should not be bothered by idle gossip. Even if you dropped everything and took a nap for thousand years, you would still be you.
  • Dorothea: What an example... I don't quite get it, but I am a bit envious of you. Still, I can't live the way you do.
  • Linhardt: At least try it. Go take a nap where a noble will see you. Give them something to talk about.
  • Dorothea: Heh. Maybe I will.

A Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Ah... Here you are.
  • Dorothea: What's up, Lin? Come to invite me to dinner?
  • Linhardt: Well, that too, but first there is something I wish to say. I believe I previously implied that it's OK to live out your days by running away from what troubles you. And I think that I was unkind to you.
  • Dorothea: What are you talking about?
  • Linhardt: To be honest, while I try to be easygoing, I currently feel a bit uneasy about something. One of the effects of running away constantly is that eventually one runs out of places to, well, run. Because I avoid memories I find unpleasant, the number of things I avoid is forever increasing. I've never learned to deal with the pain of my past, so I can never increase my tolerance toward new pains.
  • Dorothea: And?
  • Linhardt: That's all. But there are some nights where it really worries me.
  • Dorothea: That's what you wanted to say? It'd be the same if you weren't avoiding things. You'd just be up at night wondering what was coming next.Thank you, Lin. I appreciate you showing me a glimpse of your real self for the first time.
  • Linhardt: For the first time? Each time I speak I show my real self.
  • Dorothea: So, what about that conversation we had?
  • Linhardt: Which conversation?
  • Dorothea: When you said I was a great woman. Was that true?
  • Linhardt: Of course. You have too low an opinion of yourself.
  • Dorothea: I thought you were just trying to make me feel better. I didn't really think you looked at me that way, Lin.
  • Linhardt: Why? Is it so strange? You seemed rather happy about it at the time.
  • Dorothea: Haha, it's not weird... OK, it's kind of weird. Haha... You're weird, Lin. You know, I'm hungry all of the sudden. Maybe I laughed too much.
  • Linhardt: Good. I was going to invite you to dinner.
  • Dorothea: You were?
  • Linhardt: When I walked in, you asked if I'd come to invite you to dinner. I said yes. But I can't be bothered walking to town. Shall we visit the dining hall?
  • Dorothea: What? Oh, fine. Show me this easygoing way of yours.

With Petra Edit

C Support Edit

  • Linhardt: ...
  • Linhardt: Petra, would you pause a moment?
  • Petra: Yes? Are you wanting something?
  • Linhardt: I was observing your spearwork, and I wonder if you don't think your transitions are sloppy.
  • Linhardt: The way you move your arm before a strong thrust hinders your movement and slows your spear on its way back. It leaves a rather large opening.
  • Petra: Which arm? My left or right?
  • Linhardt: I think the right... No, actually it's both. It's something about the way you move your elbows.
  • Petra: I am not understanding. Can you show me please?
  • Linhardt: Demonstrate? No. I'd hate to get sweat all over my book.
  • Petra: But I must correct this. Please.
  • Petra: Or are you unable to do, and you can only teach?
  • Linhardt: I am more of a theorist than a practitioner. I advise, and you implement. Very simple.
  • Petra: Then...please advise again.
  • Linhardt: It's all quite simple.
  • Linhardt: Sometimes you make a big stab downwards, right? Before that, you lift up.
  • Linhardt: At that point, you sort of let the tension go and stop. It ruins the momentum of the stab.
  • Petra: How can I be lifting up with no... no unnecessary moving?
  • Linhardt: It's the arm movement that's extraneous. Calculate the locus of the spear and the elasticity of the muscles.
  • Petra: Locus...elasticity... Can you not just be showing me?
  • Petra: Please. If you are showing me, I will learn it with quickness.
  • Linhardt: I won't waste your time with such demonstrations. You're a smart one, Petra. You'll sort it out.
  • Linhardt: Besides, I need to go now. I have...a prior appointment to keep.
  • Petra: Linhardt only likes talking. It is on myself to prevail...

 B Support Edit

  • Petra: Linhardt. I have been waiting for much time. Please, watch me.
  • Linhardt: Watch what, Petra? Whoa! Hey, careful with that spear!

(screen fades to black with slash animations)

  • Petra: How did you find that? I did more training.
  • Linhardt: Ah, you took my advice, then.
  • Linhardt: I will say, the problematic maneuver seems improved at least.
  • Petra: At least? It is still no good?
  • Linhardt: The spear isn't really my area of expertise, but I've seen enough training to understand the mechanics.
  • Linhardt: I believe I can use that understanding to further help you improve your spearwork.
  • Petra: My spearwork?
  • Linhardt: Right. As I said, when you lift up and stab down, the momentum is ruined.
  • Linhardt: You're trying to swing like a giant. You're not a giant, so that's a problem.
  • Linhardt: So allow the spear's own momentum to do more of the hard work for you.
  • Petra: Spear momentum…
  • Linhardt: The spear is heavy. When you lift it up high, loosen your grip a little.
  • Petra: At the top of my swing...loosen my grip. And then the weight will...carry it down?
  • Linhardt: Precisely. When you put too much power into it, not only do you exhaust your grip, you tire yourself out.
  • Linhardt: Got it? Ugh, all that effort is taking its toll on me.
  • Petra: You are very clever. I wonder why you have hatred for training.
  • Linhardt: Because training is too much like fighting, and I'd really rather not fight.
  • Linhardt: Also, I find training terribly dull. Anyway. Good night.

(Linhardt leaves)

  • Petra: He does not use his cleverness. It is a very big waste.
  • Petra: I want you to use your power, Linhardt...

A Support Edit

  • Petra: Linhardt, I need to be asking for your wisdom. Will you consent?
  • Linhardt: My wisdom? About?
  • Petra: I was hunting earlier and the land gifted me with lots of game.
  • Petra: It was all brought by me to the kitchen, and then—
  • Linhardt: You're not asking me for help with the butchery, are you? If so, stop right there. I despise the sight of blood.
  • Petra: No, I am not asking that. All of that work and care is given right after the hunting.
  • Petra: Giving gratitude, bleeding, skinning, all has been done to be making very nice, fresh meat.
  • Petra: That meat is sitting in the kitchen already.
  • Linhardt: Oh, thank goodness. Then whatever do you need from me? I'm not much of a cook.
  • Petra: I want to be smoking the meat, so we can be preserving it. There is a big quantity of it.
  • Petra: But I am without enough firewood for the smoking… I am needing more than I was thinking I would.
  • Petra: The darkness has fallen outside, so it will be difficult to be collecting it right now.
  • Linhardt: Why not gather wood in the morning? Get some sleep now.
  • Petra: This meat will not be waiting that long. It will be going to waste. Please… Do you have any suggesting for what I can do?
  • Petra: You have much wisdom for giving, so I am hoping you will be helping me.
  • Linhardt: OK, let me see… Easy-to-forage wood at this time of night…
  • Linhardt: You know, there were a good number of desks and chairs in the ruined corner of the monastery.
  • Linhardt: Some of the stuff there is salvageable, so none of it has been thrown away.
  • Linhardt: There's definitely high-quality oak and beech out there. Both would be excellent for smoking meat.
  • Petra: Is that factual? I was not knowing that! The wisdom you give is exceptional!
  • Linhardt: Well, I wouldn't say that...
  • Linhardt: As long as it's anything that looks broken beyond repair, no one should complain.
  • Petra: I am giving you my gratitude, Linhardt. Now, let's be going.
  • Linhardt: Pardon?
  • Petra: You have all the wisdom about choosing wood for smoking. I am wanting your assistance.
  • Linhardt: But it's bedtime… OK, fine. I can point out the choice smoking wood.
  • Linhardt: Ugh… Then I'll have to help haul it all back, won't I?
  • Petra: It would give me great happiness… There is no one better than you for this task!
  • Linhardt: Please stop with the praising.
  • Linhardt: All right, fine. I'll help.
  • Linhardt: (yawning) I'm just...that nice a guy...

A+ Support Edit

(the stables)

  • Petra: Linhardt, please accept my apology. You are not deserving of this punishment…
  • Linhardt: I am the one who suggested it would be great firewood. I suppose it's only fair I get punished too.
  • Linhardt: No one ever bothered to inform me that pile of trash was the property of the Imperial army.
  • Linhardt: My apologies, Petra. My idea turned out to be worthless.
  • Petra: It was not worthless. It had great worth.
  • Petra: You gave me great help so I could be smoking all of that meat. I give you my gratitude for that.
  • Linhardt: Well, at least you'll have no worries about provisions.
  • Linhardt: I just realized… They didn't actually tell us when the punishment will be over.
  • Petra: You can be leaving if you are wanting to. I will not be telling anyone. This is my responsibility to take.
  • Linhardt: How are you so obedient and yet so passionate at the— Oh! Look, Petra! The book you were searching for.

(Linhardt gives Petra a book)

  • Petra: The Complete Guide to Fódlan's Wildlife!
  • Petra: I have so much happiness! You are full of amazement.
  • Linhardt: Heh, well, books are my field of expertise. Still, what a stroke of luck.
  • Petra: Linhardt… Can I be asking you something?
  • Linhardt: What's that?
  • Petra: You are no longer saying I am bothering you. Instead you are helping me with my requests.
  • Petra: What is the reasoning? Why am I not bothering you now?
  • Linhardt: Hmm, interesting observation. I wonder why that is?
  • Linhardt: You always ask me so earnestly. You seem to throw your entire being into all that you do.
  • Linhardt: I guess I rather like it...working as hard as you do. On occasion, that is.
  • Petra: You are liking the hard work?
  • Linhardt: Yes. You inspire me to be, well, something that is not normally me.
  • Petra: If you are liking it, then I will keep working hard.
  • Petra: With your wisdom, I can be working even harder than before.
  • Petra: That means I will be needing your wisdom from now onward.
  • Petra: With my strength and your wisdom, there is nothing we can't be doing.
  • Linhardt: I think you may be right. Your strength and my wisdom…
  • Linhardt: That sounds like a wonderful combination.

With Annette Edit

C Support Edit

  • Annette: Phew... I guess taking them all up in one go was a bad idea...
  • Linhardt: Annette? Are you OK with all those boxes?
  • Annette: Linhardt! Hi! I'm so glad you're here!
  • Annette: I don't know if I'll be able to handle all these...
  • Annette: I thought i may as well get it over with, so I decided to carry them all at once. Big mistake.
  • Linhardt: Smart thinking. "Do it all at once!" That's what they say, right? Work smart, not hard.
  • Linhardt: I think you've got it from here, so I'm off to take a nap. Good luck.

(Linhardt walks off screen)

  • Annette: But maybe you could help! Nope. Gone. Gah. It is fine. Just a little further to my quarters. I've got this. I'll just... Just... Gaah! Huh? They didn't fall...
  • Linhardt:That was almost pretty bad.
  • Annette: Linhardt! I thought you had an important nap to get to.
  • Linhardt: I'd call it insomnia, but I suppose it was really just a guilty conscience. I came to see if you needed help. And sure enough, here you are, about to tip all the boxes on the floor.
  • Annette: Thanks. Though it may have been best if you had just chipped in from the start...
  • Linhardt: Huh? But it was your job. Why would I step in? You clearly had things handled.
  • Annette: Then why help me at all?
  • Linhardt: If the boxes had fallen just now, everyone would have had to help tidy them up anyway. If anything broke, more boxes would need to be carried... And if all of that came to pass, then there'd be noise and more noise and no chance of my taking a nap.
  • Annette: Huh. But if you had helped me from the start, there would have been no danger of anything being dropped at all.
  • Linhardt: Correct. But there was no danger yet, and so there was no need for my help. So I left you to it. Try carrying one box at a time instead of straining to do it all at once. Work smart, not hard, as they say. All right, well, I think you've got it from here, so I'm off. Good luck.

(Linhardt walks off screen)

  • Annette: After all that, he's still not going to help me.

B Support Edit

  • Annette: Linhardt, wake up!
    • (White Clouds) The lecture's over.
    • (Post Time Skip) The war meeting's over.
  • Linhardt: Mm? Mmm, huh? What, is it morning already?
  • Annette: Morning is long gone.
    • (White Clouds) I said the lecture's finished.
    • (Post Time Skip) I said the war meeting's finished.
  • Linhardt: If that's the case, I suppose I can sleep a little longer...
  • Annette: No. You. Can. Not. Get up this instant!
  • Linhardt: Calm down... Calm down. I was having a wonderful dream...
  • Annette: Oh? What were you dreaming about?
  • Linhardt: I was dreaming about the best afternoon nap of my life, and the dream I was having in the dream was amazing...
  • Annette: I thought as much. I have to ask. I'm pretty sure you could do anything you put your mind to, so why do you spend so much of your life sleeping?
  • Linhardt: I sleep because I'm tired. What other reason would I have?
  • Annette: No one can be that tired all the time.
  • Linhardt: Well, not all the time, no. Most nights, I'm quite wide awake. Sometimes I get distracted and forget to sleep. Usually, I sleep for two days for every three I'm awake.
  • Annette: Are you kidding me? No one sleeps for two days. That's beyond lazy. That's... There's not even a word for that!
  • Linhardt: I can't help it that my sleep schedule fails to line up with everyone else's.
  • Annette: After I did you the favor of waking you up, you could at least take this seriously. Look, putting in effort is how you grow. You know, as a person and stuff.
    • (White Clouds) If you keep this up, you're going to end up just another hopeless dropout.
    • (Post Time Skip) Everyone else is working really hard to end the war. Are you really OK with coasting like this?
  • Linhardt: I'll be fine, Annette. I'll be just...fine... Anyway, I'm pretty beat. Talk again soon.

(Linhardt walks off screen)

  • Annette: Linhardt! I wasn't finished talking!

A Support Edit

  • Annette: Ahh, there's nothing like a morning stroll to take in some fresh air! Hm? In the thicket there. Is that...a human foot? Eeek! It moved! Someone, help!

(Linhardt gets up from the ground)

  • Linhardt: Sorry, Annette...I was really out.
  • Annette: Hey! You shouldn't surprise people like that! I thought you were an undead corpse... Why are you sleeping out here anyway? We're in the middle of a war! Doesn't that seem dangerous?
  • Linhardt: Middle of a war or no, you'll not defeat the master of dreams. He's a fiercely strong enemy.
  • Annette: Stop joking around! What are you even talking about?
  • Linhardt: No joking, I assure you. He is quite unstoppable. Or perhaps you know his weakness?
  • Annette: You really never change, do you? You sleep as much as ever... Do you even remember what I told you?
  • Linhardt: You told me something? When?
  • Annette: Of course you don't. I told you that putting in effort...
  • Linhardt: "is how you grow." Is that the one?
  • Annette: So...you do remember?
  • Linhardt: Should I not have remembered?
  • Annette: No! Ugh. It's just...you should put your talents to use elsewhere, that's all.
  • Linhardt:
    • (If Linhardt and Hubert's B support is achieved) Hmm... Have you been speaking to Hubert?
  • Linhardt: The truth is I place effort in what brings me joy. I'm happiest that way.
  • Annette: No, that's not... OK, let me put it this way instead. Working hard for other people helps you grow as a person. Do you not get the urge to work hard for other people, like when you helped me before?
  • Linhardt: Not as such. Why would I go through that effort? For what gain?
  • Annette: Um, for the gain I mentioned...that it helps you grow as a person.
  • Linhardt: Oh, I see. Well then, continue working hard for my sake. For example, waking me up today. And I suppose I will try to do a little bit more for you too... I find working for others to be annoying, yet I wish to make an exception for you. I hope that's all right...
  • Annette: Just for me?
  • Linhardt: Indeed. You're the only person I'd bother helping. I could wear myself out helping you. Forever, maybe. What about it? I'll be there for you, and you can be there for me.
  • Annette: Oh! What do you mean by that?!
  • Linhardt: What?
  • Annette: If we're doing our best for each other and all, then that's a bit like...just kind of like...like a marriage!
  • Linhardt: Huh. You know, I feel as if you might be able to wake me up every morning. No small feat, that.
  • Annette: Hmph! As though I would marry a man who can't even get up in the morning!

With Lysithea Edit

C Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Aha, Lysithea. It's wrong to tease, yet I can hardly help myself... I know a secret. Your secret, in fact.
  • Lysithea: I think you mean a baseless rumor. Why are you wasting your time? And mine, for that matter.
  • Linhardt: Well... It's a secret that could completely overturn what is considered common knowledge in Crest research...
  • Lysithea: Shut your mouth! Just...ugh. Let's go talk somewhere other than here.

(screen briefly fades to black)

  • Lysithea: OK. Where did you hear about it?
  • Linhardt: There was a sort of accident in Professor Hanneman's room...
  • Lysithea: I should've figured. You haven't told anyone, have you?
  • Linhardt: Of course not. If someone else were to learn you have two Crests, I might lose you as a test subject.
  • Lysithea: Ah! Please stop talking so loudly! So what if I have two Crests? If you insist on speaking of it, please do so quietly.
  • Linhardt: My intuition was correct! You do have two Crests.
  • Lysithea: Wait - What?! Did you just trick me?
  • Linhardt: "Trick" is such a strong word. I think of it as testing a hypothesis. The truth is I simply made an educated guess.
  • Lysithea: Ugh. Well, now that I've confirmed it for you, there's not much I can do.
  • Linhardt: I disagree. For example, you could tell me if you were born with them. Or is the source magical? What does it feel like to use both Crests at the same time? Is it pleasant? Painful? Euphoric?
  • Lysithea: Enough is enough! I am done talking about this! As though I'd speak of this to the likes of you.
  • She walks off.
  • Linhardt: I understand her desire for privacy, but to refuse my request for knowledge? Well...it's rude.

B Support Edit

  • Linhardt: There you are, Lysithea. I've been looking for you. So I have a hypothesis about your Crests...
  • Lysithea: I know you're the one who sent me that "anonymous" letter. "There are things we must discuss..." Ugh, it sounded like some bizarre love letter.
  • Linhardt: What? No. Of course not. However, I wonder what you would have done if it was...
  • Lysithea: Now I'm just confused...and grossed out.
  • Linhardt: I'm sorry, but that is not the overall topic of discussion. Do pay attention.
  • Lysithea: Pay attention to you? As though anything you say is worth listening to. It's not like you can tell me anything I don't already know.
  • Linhardt: You don't have a very positive opinion of your Crests, do you? That's why you should listen to me.
  • Lysithea: Um...
  • Linhardt: I've dug through all my books, and there's no record of anyone being born with two Crests. You are, to be blunt, an impossible occurrence. For you to have a second Crest, it must have been forcibly implanted after birth.
  • Lysithea: Is that your theory, then?
  • Linhardt: Yes. It is. To further the theory, if the power exists to implant a Crest, then it must be possible to remove one too. And that is the real issue at hand.
  • Lysithea: I... I could have one removed?
  • Linhardt: That's what Hanneman is working on understanding. I'm helping him with it.
  • Lysithea: Professor Hanneman...
  • Linhardt: Based on your reaction, it seems you want one of your Crests removed... I don't think I'd give up having two Crests if I were you.

(Lysithea turns away from Linhardt)

  • Lysithea: Is that so? Even if you'd gone through horrifying experiments, endless trauma, and if you knew that all this pain meant you'd die very, very young... That's what you'd think? You're completely lacking in empathy, so of course you would make such a crass and foolish assumption.

(Lysithea leaves)

A Support Edit

  • Lysithea: Uh...you seem to have lined up your desserts very meticulously.
  • Linhardt: What you see before you, Lysithea, is a life choice.
  • Lysithea: Oh, really?
  • Linhardt: The most skilled pastry chef in the army has been asked to do the impossible in the heart of wartime... Source high-quality ingredients, employ advanced baking methods, and create...these two pastries.
  • Lysithea: Wow, you've put a lot of thought into this. May I?
  • Linhardt: Of course. You can have but one though, and it should be noted that they taste completely different. I thought I'd split them between us, seeing as they were made so carefully and are so very, very special.
  • Lysithea: Ah. Thanks. So, what exactly is the life choice you mentioned? Also, if you are not partaking, I'll just go ahead and eat them both.
  • Linhardt: Oh, no. For you see, if you eat one, you simply cannot - must not - eat the other. Should you eat both, a pair of ingredients - one in each pastry - will combine to poison you.
  • Lysithea: That seems unnecessarily intense. Just one won't kill me, then?
  • Linhardt: Of course not. But making this choice means you will not be able to taste the second dessert...ever. No matter what I tell you, you'll never know which one tasted best. And if you were underwhelmed by your choice, you'll regret your decision forever.
  • Lysithea: So...I should just pick one and be done with it.
  • Linhardt: But you've already chosen, haven't you? Not between the pastries but your life paths. You would gamble on the chance of living a long life, even if it meant losing your two Crests. Correct? Hence my current choice.
  • Lysithea: Wait - whose choice are we talking about now?
  • Linhardt: A shortened lifespan doesn't necessarily mean a short life. Even with two Crests, you might live a long time. And with you around, the study of Crests will undoubtedly reach previously unimagined levels. On the other hand... Getting rid of them could help someone that I care about. Maybe. Or maybe it won't help at all. Unfortunately, one never knows until they eat the pastry. Even then, you can never taste them both.
  • Lysithea: Hang on, Linhardt. Do you mean to tell me you care about me? Since when?
  • Linhardt: When indeed. You are someone I care about though. So much so, I wish we could be family, you and I.
  • Lysithea: Family?! That escalated rather quickly. Although...having more family does sound nice.
  • Linhardt: Anyway, I need to be going. Oh, and feel free to eat the pastries. I made up the poison bit because I didn't know how else to say what I wished to say. And because...well, because I believe there are choices we can make where you can have both. I'll show you somehow...before the war is over.

(Linhardt leaves)

  • Lysithea: Are you sure these aren't poisoned? Linhardt, wait! Wait!

With Marianne Edit

C Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Ah, there it is. Just as I thought. But what is she hiding?
  • Marianne: Oh, Linhardt. My apologies. I didn't mean to bother you.
  • Linhardt: Ah, Marianne. You're no bother at all. In fact, you've arrived at precisely the right time.
  • Marianne: Huh? The right time... for what?
  • Linhardt: You have a Crest, don't you?
  • Marianne: I-I don't— what are you saying?
  • Linhardt: If you hide it, that just makes it more interesting. You do have one.
  • Marianne: I, um... please don't tell anyone. You can't tell anyone I have a Crest. If people find out, then...
  • Linhardt: What?
  • Marianne: Please! My adoptive father told me to keep it a secret! And I personally don't want it known!
  • Linhardt: Who said I intended to tell anyone? Your secret is safe with me. I find it fascinating that you carry the Crest of the Erased Hero—
  • Marianne: Please! Stop! Don't say another word! No one should know about or even speak of my crest. Nothing good comes of it. It's even the reason my parents disappeared. This crest only brings bad luck to anyone who comes near me. Even you, Linhardt. You have to stay away.
  • Linhardt: Bad luck generated by the Crest? Now that would be a discovery well worth making. What manner of bad luck do you suppose might beset me?
  • Marianne: No! You shouldn't be so cavalier about something you couldn't possibly understand! I - I have to go.
  • Linhardt: It's true, I don't understand ... but I very much want to.

B Support Edit

  • Marianne: These ones look good. I probably shouldn't pick them though...
  • Linhardt: Ah, Marianne. Harvesting the crops?
  • Marianne: Oh! Y-yes, Linhardt. Um... I've found which vegetables are ripe and ready, but would you mind picking them for me?
  • Linhardt: Ah, see, you've mistaken me for someone who sticks his hands in the dirt.
  • Marianne: I'm just afraid that if I touch them, well...
  • Linhardt: Oh, I see. You're afraid that everyone who eats them will suffer bad luck?
  • Marianne: Yes. It's true. I wouldn't want anybody to suffer because of me.
  • Linhardt: Marianne, that's simply not the way the world works. You see - Uh... forget about it. Tell me which ones to pick.
  • Marianne: Thank you so much, Linhardt.
  • Linhardt: Happy to help... but I'm beat. You'll have to carry them yourself, so take them straight in, OK?
  • Marianne: Um, OK.
  • Linhardt: Oh, actually, before I go, do you mind if I ask you a question? I've been thinking... Isn't it more the case that your Crest brings happiness rather than bad luck?
  • Marianne: Happiness? I don't understand.
  • Linhardt: Yes, happiness. Because your Crest is so rare. It excites my mind, and, well... If not for your Crest, we might have never met, and I feel that would be a tremendous loss. Backbreaking as it was, I enjoyed today. I'm quite happy right now, and it's due entirely to your Crest.
  • Marianne: I-I suppose so, when you put it that way. But I-
  • Linhardt: It's a huge breakthrough to know that your Crest causes happiness instead of bad luck. I'd love to study it thoroughly, but only if you'd agree. Really, I just want to find a way for your crest to bring you happiness too.
  • Marianne: I'm sorry, but I can't. I have to decline.
  • Linhardt: I understand. May I ask one more thing though? Could you please hand me one of those vegetables?
  • Marianne: I don't think that's a good idea, but if you insist.
  • Linhardt: Thank you, Marianne. I think this looks like a very lucky vegetable.

A Support Edit

  • Linhardt: There you are, Marianne. I'd like a moment to talk.
  • Marianne: Oh! Linhardt! Um, I was just on my way to pray.
  • Linhardt: Hm, all right. Afterwards.
  • Marianne: It's already getting late though. If you'll excuse me. Hmm.
  • Linhardt: So then, you're done?
  • Marianne: Linhardt?! Were you here this entire time?
  • Linhardt: I was sleeping. Are you ready to talk now?
  • Marianne: I suppose. My apologies for keeping you waiting.
  • Linhardt: I wasn't waiting. As I said, I was sleeping. I didn't want to disrupt your prayers.
  • Marianne: I see. So... what did you want to talk about?
  • Linhardt: The results of my research.
  • Marianne: Your... research?
  • Linhardt: I intended to look into the power of your Crest from the first moment I met you. I've been feeling quite happy as of late, and I can conclude that it is due to your Crest.
  • Marianne: Are you sure? That's...
  • Linhardt: Or, more likely, I feel good because I've recently taken a bit of exercise.
  • Marianne: Oh...
  • Linhardt: Although, keeping you from finding out I was researching you was plenty of exercise on its own. Listen, Marianne. I'll tell you one thing for certain... Your Crest is not the source of anyone's bad luck.
  • Marianne: ...
  • Linhardt: The research on your Crest is lacking, but other Crests have been studied quite a bit. I can find no proof that a Crest can influence the lives of those who come in contact with its bearer. And frankly, transmitting bad luck via touch sounds like a crazy superstition. Don't you agree?
  • Marianne: That may be true...
  • Linhardt: By the way, eating the vegetables you gave me caused me no ill effects. They were delicious as ever. It may have been another story if I drank your blood... Ugh, now I'm nauseous.
  • Marianne: Ugh. You're going to make us both sick!
  • Linhardt: All right, all right, sorry. As I said, it is my scholarly opinion that your Crest does not cause bad luck.
  • Marianne: Thank you for your reassurance. It does make me feel a little better.
  • Linhardt: It's probably just that you and the people around you have had some bad days. It happens. I'm going to watch over you from now on, and if either of us has bad luck... Well, I'll look into whether it's just chance or if it's your Crest. In fact, I'll dedicate my life to it.
  • Marianne: Your life? For me?
  • Linhardt: Especially for you, Marianne. Don't make me spell it out...

With Flayn Edit

C Support Edit

  • Flayn: Now then, where is that book on dance...
  • Linhardt: Hello, Flayn. I'm curious if you could confirm some suspicions I have.
  • Flayn: Hello, Linhardt. What is it?
  • Linhardt: I've recently been lost in study on the topic of Saint Cethleann. You're familiar with her life, yes?
  • Flayn: I know a little of her, as do many. But what does this have to do with me?
  • Linhardt: Interesting that you would ask that. Your question betrays your understanding of my inquiry.
  • Flayn: I am quite certain that it does not, as a matter of fact.
  • Linhardt: I have interviewed several members of the academy and the monastery. All agree that you have trouble focusing on detail-oriented work. As I mentioned, I have been carefully researching Saint Cethleann's history, and I found several intriguing anecdotes concerning her life. Granted, it is not stated explicitly in the texts, but it is easy enough to read between the lines and get to the underlying truth. The authors of several tomes, all written within 50 years of Saint Cethleann's passing, imply she found it difficult to maintain focus on detail-oriented tasks. Then, just this morning, as I was studying statues of Saint Cethleann, I came to realize how similar her visage is to your own. Interesting, no?
  • Flayn: I do not appreciate your disrespectful approach to this topic.
  • Linhardt: No disrespect intended, I assure you. Saint Cethleann is a major saint. I only mean to say that looking like her is an honor.
  • Flayn: I actually meant that you are being disrespectful to Saint Cethleann.
  • Linhardt: There was one other item...
  • Flayn: If you must...
  • Linhardt: You are quite skilled in white magic, yes? My understanding is that you have a very high affinity for the art.
  • Flayn: Yes, I do. I am confident in my abilities. I am glad of my abilities, for it is a way in which I am able to help others.
  • Linhardt: Indeed! Once more, an echo of Saint Cethleann. I'm so curious as to why such similarities exist. Her Crest... Perhaps hereditary traits, then? Or is it possible I am allowing myself to see patterns where there are none? Hmmm...
  • Flayn: I am very busy searching for a book. I will be going now.

B Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Flayn! I have another question for you if you please.
  • Flayn: Another one, Linhardt? When will you leave me in peace?
  • Linhardt: A breakthrough has been made concerning your Crest.
  • Flayn: A major crest of Saint Cethleann, correct?
  • Linhardt: Well, yes. I've been trying to keep that quiet. Part of my interest on this topic is that I possess a minor Crest of Cethleann myself.
  • Flayn: I am aware.
  • Linhardt: Possessing a minor Crest is uncommon but not rare among the noble families. However, a major Crest of Cethleann—that is beyond rare.
  • Flayn: Oh, is it?
  • Linhardt: I am quite curious as to why you were born with such a rare major Crest. Given that mine is a minor Crest of the same type, it's possible that you and I are distant relations.
  • Flayn: You and I, related? I am quite certain that is not the case.
  • Linhardt: Oh? Do you have access to a detailed ancestry? That could be a most useful tome.
  • Flayn: No, I do not, however-
  • Linhardt: A shame. Oh, to explore one's lineage and investigate such possibilities. Alas, the odds of your being a direct descendant of Saint Cethleann are quite low. The prevailing theory among respectable scholars is that Saint Cethleann died having never married.
  • Flayn: It's true she's unmarried. Er, was unmarried, that is. I hate to disappoint you, but I'm not a descendant of Saint Cethleann. Of this I can assure you.
  • Linhardt: While I do not subscribe to your absolute certainty, I do agree your relation to her is highly unlikely. Yet there is some connection between yourself and Saint Cethleann...
  • Flayn: What was that you were mumbling to yourself?
  • Linhardt: Nothing. My apologies. Simply thinking aloud. I do hope we can continue this discussion sometime.
  • Flayn: He always acts so oddly... It makes me ill at ease.

A Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Reading anything interesting?
  • Flayn: Ah! Good day, Linhardt. At the moment, I'm simply browsing history books.
  • Linhardt: Reading these, it's easy to imagine what it would feel like to exist long ago. Fódlan's history spans thousands of years. We're lucky to have so many detailed records of our past.
  • Flayn: I have knowledge of how people lived, who they loved, what wars they fought and why... But I'd never describe it as feeling like I was living in the past.
  • Linhardt: And why not?
  • Flayn: It's only a figure of speech.
  • Linhardt: About our shared Crests...
  • Flayn: Goodness, this again?
  • Linhardt: There's an experiment I wish to attempt, although it might prove to be a bit troublesome.
  • Flayn: A troublesome experiment? You know I do not like pain.
  • Linhardt: Pain? No. There won't... Well...I'm unsure of the results, but that's why they call it an experiment. It would, of course, require that you and I get married.
  • Flayn: I beg your pardon?!
  • Linhardt: Yes. If bearers of major and minor Cethleann Crests reproduce... What Crest would the offspring possess, if any? I must know and thought the question might pique your interest as well.
  • Flayn: Are you actually speaking about a hypothetical future with me? Involving...children?!
  • Linhardt: Yes. Such parentage has never been documented. A whole new field of research awaits. It would be a worthy experiment, and we'd need only five or so children for a good sample size.
  • Flayn: Do you mind going back to what you mentioned earlier?
  • Linhardt: Pardon? Which part?
  • Flayn: The part about marrying and having children! I've always believed, rather firmly, that marriage is something between two people who love one another.
  • Linhardt: I like you well enough to advance a field of study to previously unknown heights. How do you feel?
  • Flayn: This is the first I've heard of such a thing from you!
  • Linhardt: Do you imagine I've spent all this time talking to you because I was bored? Anyway, I'm pretty worn out now, so let's continue this conversation another time, yes?
  • Flayn: Does conversing with me tire you out so much?
  • Linhardt: Talking to anybody tires me out. Thinking, putting thoughts into words, opening my mouth-all tiring. Do give some thought to my proposal. Think of how far we could advance Crest research, you and I.
  • Flayn: Experimental marriage and children? He likes me? I don't understand. I don't understand at all.

With Hanneman Edit

C Support Edit

  • Linhardt: ...
  • Hanneman: Ah, Linhardt. Reading as studiously as ever, I see. Anything to do with Crests?
  • Linhardt: Hello, Professor Hanneman. Actually, this book's about fishing.
  • Hanneman: I didn't realize you were interested in fishing. What an unexpected discovery. I had heard that you were only interested in Crests, to the exclusion of all else. As it were, I had rather thought I could train you as my successor, should we get to know one another better.
  • Linhardt: I'm sorry to betray your expectations. Truth be told, I've been thinking of giving up on my Crest research.
  • Hanneman: What?! Whatever for? don't tell me you believe fishing to be a more worthwhile pursuit!
  • Linhardt: No, it's nothing to do with fishing. I adore the subject of Crests. But to study them, you have to consult the people who bear them, right? I just don't have the energy for that.
  • Hanneman: It is an unavoidable hardship, I admit. But the satisfaction of making a real breakthrough is second to none!
  • Linhardt: I'm sure the satisfaction of catching a fish is pretty great too.
  • Hanneman: Consider this, child. Luring fish from the depths pales in comparison to untangling the mysteries of a Crest. Why? It all comes down to purpose. Purpose, I say!
  • Linhardt: Calm down. I get it. Really.
  • Hanneman: Evidently, you do not. You must have something to work toward in life. The ultimate goal of fishing is to eat the fish. The goal of solving the mysteries of Crests is... Well, you must find that for yourself. What do you hope to uncover once everything is finally explained? What motivates you to keep digging deeper?
  • Linhardt: I... had never thought about it like that. Perhaps if I did have a goal, I might share your enthusiasm on the subject.

B Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Professor Hanneman, do you have a moment?
  • Hanneman: Linhardt! Of course.
  • Linhardt: Last time we talked, you mentioned the importance of having goals. I gave it some thought, and in the end, I couldn’t find one.
  • Hanneman: Hmm… Well, no need to panic. Sometimes, a goal can reveal itself to you without warning.
  • Linhardt: What’s your goal, if you don’t mind me asking?
  • Hanneman: Oh, mine? I want to create a world where everyone can access the power of Crests. Where no one has to suffer from having or not having that power.
  • Linhardt: Huh. That’s a pretty big dream… But then wouldn’t you end up studying everyone? In that world, you’d be killing yourself trying to do research on every person alive.
  • Hanneman: Ah, you may be right. But at least then, we wouldn’t be the only ones taking such pains. The more people who have Crests, the more people who will do research. And with more students, the research will progress far faster than it is today. That also means there would be less of the back-and-forth you don’t have the energy for, which should make you happy.
  • Linhardt: Hmm, maybe so.
  • Hanneman: Does that still do nothing to pique your interest?
  • Linhardt: To be brutally honest… It would be way less exhausting but less satisfying as well. That’s like fishing at a market.
  • Hanneman: Hmm, so you at least understand that much. That is why I do research. If someone’s going to see results someday, then I want it to be me. That’s a thought that keeps me moving forward, even when it is difficult to do so.
  • Linhardt: That sounds like enthusiasm. That’s not something I have. But if we worked together… I wonder if it would spark that enthusiasm.
  • Hanneman: Are you saying you would agree to study Crests with your old professor?
  • Linhardt: In the end, I think it would probably be more interesting than fishing alone. I don’t even have anyone to show any big fish I catch.
  • Hanneman: As it were, I feel very much like someone who’s made a catch! But the future shall hold even greater things than that. That’s a promise.

With Catherine Edit

C Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Catherine. Thunderbrand. I'm here to see it.
  • Catherine: Well, that came out of the blue.
  • Linhardt: I wish for you to show me Thunderbrand so I may better understand the Relic before I attempt to use it.
  • Catherine: You want to use Thunderbrand? Is this a joke?
  • Linhardt: By no means. My research demands this next step.
  • Catherine: Have you paid any attention to your training? If you use a Hero's Relic that doesn't match your Crest, you'll become a Demonic Beast.
  • Linhardt: I am well aware of what became of Miklan Gautier ... It is true that those lacking a Crest are easily turned into Demonic Beasts when attempting to use any Relic ... However, research indicates that if you have a Crest, even if the Relic is not compatible, it's less likely that you will be transformed against your will.
  • Catherine: "Less likely" doesn't mean "impossible". I won't let you take such a dangerous gamble.
  • Linhardt: There's no recorded example of a transformation occurring after a single use of a Relic. One attempt is barely a gamble. So as a man of science ... let me use it. Just once?
  • Catherine: No. Never.
  • Linhardt: Let's say you're right and I do become a Demonic Beast. What of it? I'm the only one who will be inconvenienced. And I've already made preparations to be subdued should that occur. I fail to see your problem.
  • Catherine: You're a fool. Don't talk about the Heroes' Relics like they're toys to play with!
  • Linhardt: Fine then. Forget I asked. There is no persuading you when you're angry. Let us resume this conversation another time.
  • Catherine: If you come back "another time", you'll find my position hasn't changed!

B Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Catherine...about Thunderbrand...
  • Catherine: I said my position would not change. Go home. You're not getting your hands on Thunderbrand.
  • Linhardt: I was not asking to, so stop being so overprotective. I have a different request today.
  • Catherine: Oh, so you're nagging about something else. Just so you know, constant badgering isn't a very attractive quality.
  • Linhardt: I would appreciate it if you would use Thunderbrand somewhere that I might observe it in action. Since you have denied me the simplest path to my enlightenment, I decided instead that I should closely observe the Relic in use.
  • Catherine: The Heroes' Relics aren't showpieces. I only use Thunderbrand when I need its power. I won't waggle it around for your entertainment. You know, even though it's compatible with my Crest, it still takes its toll on me. Every time I use it, it wears away at my soul. Not that you'd understand.
  • Linhardt: Of course I don't understand. I've never used it.
  • Catherine: Watch your tone. Remember who you're talking to.
  • Linhardt: Why are you so unwilling to let me study Thunderbrand in any manner? I wish to be a true Crest scholar. Learning all there is to know about the Heroes' Relics is my duty. I could learn a great deal by using a Relic myself, even if that did mean endangering my life. Yet you deny me the opportunity!
  • Catherine: Scholars who will not endanger their lives in pursuit of knowledge are worthless. Scholars should be willing to lose their lives?
  • Linhardt: In a word? Yes. Which makes it all the more frustrating that you refuse my attempts at study. But I can't seem to convince you, so just forget all about it. Your bullheadedness wins the day, Catherine. I'll go ask someone else. I'm sure I can keep myself busy until we find another Relic. If only I could use the Sword of the Creator, but without a Crest Stone it won't respond... I wonder how it is that the professor can use it... The only explanation that makes any sense is— Could...could it be?
  • Catherine: Hmm... He wants so badly to study Crests, he'd risk his own life. That's impressive. I underestimated your tenacity, Linhardt. But I have to protect you from yourself.

A Support Edit

  • Catherine: Linhardt, I understand you'd endanger yourself to realize your dreams. But why go this far? You never seemed like the type to put this much effort into anything.
  • Linhardt: Honestly, I find most everything annoying, which is most likely why you have such an opinion of me. But to continue my research without taking this chance to know the truth—what would be the point? Besides ignorance can breed even greater dangers. For example, do you know for whom Thunderbrand was originally crafted?
  • Catherine: The goddess.
  • Linhardt: Correct. And because of that, everyone just stops thinking about it. No one really knows what the Relic is made of, how it was crafted, or what its very structure may be. Until we know those things and truly understand the power and the danger Relics hold... We won't be able to...gain any new knowledge. I'm tired of talking.
  • Catherine: You tire too easily, but I think I understand your logic. If you really want to risk your life, I won't stop you. Just remember, Linhardt. Curiosity killed the—
  • Linhardt: I am not a cat. It will require more than my own curiosity to finish me off.
  • Catherine: You've got guts. I'll give you that. But don't blame me if something bad happens.
  • Linhardt: If something happens, it happens. Finding out the truth means accepting the risks. Those who've identified plants, both poisonous and medicinal, took the same risk in eating each. I'm just like those people.
  • Catherine: OK, fine. I give up. You win. I'll let you hold Thunderbrand just this once. Go on, give it a try. And...don't worry about something bad happening. I'll be right here.

A+ Support Edit

  • Catherine: So now you've held Thunderbrand. Learn anything?
  • Linhardt: Hmm...
  • Catherine: What's going on? You look like you're going to faint. Is that Thunderbrand's doing?
  • Linhardt: No, not at all. My body is operating at its normal, healthy level of sleepiness. I felt no effect at all, honestly. Perhaps one exposure to the Relic wasn't enough.
  • Catherine: Hah! Don't tell me you want to get ahold of it again.
  • Linhardt: Of course not. There is a difference between taking a risk and being a fool. Interesting experiment though. I used all my might, yet absolutely nothing happened. It seems if one's Crest is not compatible, a Relic simply will not work. To feel that response, to better understand the bond, that is more than enough for me.
  • Catherine: I see. What will you do now? I assume your Relic research is complete.
  • Linhardt: Not at all. I have other clues to follow—experiments to perform. That said... I would be pleased if someone who could use their Relic with all their might would join in my research.
  • Catherine: What? You don't mean me, do you?
  • Linhardt: Now that you mention it, I suppose you would fit the bill.
  • Catherine: Sure seems that's what you were getting at... Fine. When the war's over, I'll help with your research.
  • Linhardt: Oh, you will?
  • Catherine: I figure if I don't do it, you'll find some other poor soul to bother. It's like I'm keeping a high-maintenance cat. You're endlessly curious.
  • Linhardt: I am not being kept. The sentiment is welcome, but I am still not a cat.

With Hapi Edit

C Support Edit

  • Hapi: Stupid rain! Go back to the stupid cloud you came from. I'm soaked... Achoo! What a pain.
  • Linhardt: Hapi? Yikes, you look like you just crawled out of a lake. Here, dry yourself off. And don't just stand there, you'll catch a cold. Come on, I'll make you some tea.
  • Hapi: Oh. Um, OK.
  • Linhardt: Huh. It's been ages since I had a nice cup of tea during a rainstorm. Pretty nice, eh?
  • Hapi: I don't drink tea very often. It is nice. But what does the rain have to do with anything?
  • Linhardt: Doesn't rain make you want to read a book? Or rather, nap with a book on your lap. Though... I guess I'd like that no matter the weather. But then, if the book is too good, not only will I be unable to sleep, my tea would get cold... That makes brewing it a wasted effort. Ah... And that's why I don't drink tea while it rains.
  • Hapi: Right. Thanks for clearing that up. And thanks for the cup of tea. Well, I'm pretty much dry now. Gotta say though, I'm kinda confused.
  • Linhardt: Huh? About what?
  • Hapi: This just seems way out of character for you. You're so focused on yourself, you've barely ever spoken to me before now.
  • Linhardt: Oh, good point. Thing is, I'm not cut out for battle. If a fight breaks out, I'm only a liability. It's better for everyone if I keep my distance.
  • Hapi: What does fighting have to do with... Oh, I get it. You think I'm gonna sigh. You're just like the others... But if that's true, why are you acting so different?
  • Linhardt: What do you mean? Use your words to make the things in your head make sense to the rest of us.
  • Hapi: Fine! Here's what's in my head. I don't understand why you're being nice to me. Look around us. Nobody else will risk coming near me.
  • Linhardt: They're probably afraid you'll sigh, since you looked pretty rough when we came in. Makes sense. Your sighs are disastrous. If I can prevent one with a nice, lazy cup of tea, it's the least I can do.
  • Hapi: I see. You did it for your own sake. Well, whatever your reasons, I'm surprised that you'd even consider doing this... for me.
  • Linhardt: Surprised or not, it's no skin off my back. I'll keep doing what I do regardless of anyone's expectations. Think on that. I expected you to be a hazard, but you weren't. No harm, no foul. No need to sigh.
  • Hapi: If only it were that simple.

B Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Ahhhh...
  • Hapi: ...Mm, that was some good sleep. How nice it is to enjoy the sunrise all by my–
  • Linhardt: Good, you're finally awake.
  • Hapi: AH! Who's that?! Oh no, I'm falling! Oh no, I'm emoting! Calm...
  • Linhardt: Wait! No! (Hapi falls onto Linhardt) That... hurt.
  • Hapi: You're telling me. Do you normally start your day by startling people out of trees?
  • Linhardt: Not normally, no. Sorry, but I couldn't wait.
  • Hapi: Couldn't wait? It's so early. You must have stayed up all night.
  • Linhardt: Huh, I suppose I did. How unusual. That's what happens when you get carried away with research. Then I remembered what we talked about, so I've been waiting here for you to wake up.
  • Hapi: Well, here I am, wide awake. How can I help you?
  • Linhardt: I found an interesting document about Saint Timotheos. There are fascinating things in that place you and your buddies call home.
  • Hapi: Timotheos? That's–
  • Linhardt: The saint whose Major Crest you bear. His bloodline was believed to have died out a thousand years ago. It's theorized that your Crest and the Crest of Lamine have similar powers. Oh, Lamine was one of the 10 Elites. Here's the best part. Turns out this Timotheos guy had the power to summon beasts.
  • Hapi: I'm listening.
  • Linhardt: Take a look at this passage. The writing's kind of antiquated, but at least it's legible...
  • Hapi: "Saint Timotheos could converse fluently with birds and land-borne beasts, and he considered these creatures his friends. He sometimes rode over hills atop an obliging deer or called wolves to encircle him in battle. His sigh, inflected with the power of the night-bringer's star, was immensely sonorous."
  • Linhardt: Nice recitation. So there you go.
  • Hapi: That's just how people from my village write.
  • Linhardt: Is that... so. Huh. Anyway, this obviously reminded me of you and your situation. You clearly have this same astral power, but to an excessive degree. And for some reason, it only manifests for you when you sigh.
  • Hapi: Does that mean you can fix it?
  • Linhardt: Oh goodness, no. Or, should I say, it's unlikely. There's next to no documentation about this stuff. And I don't know nearly enough about the other Crests either. And Timotheos. Again, nothing to go on. It's near impossible to unravel, so don't get your hopes up.
  • Hapi: Heh, you know me... I'm good at keeping my expectations nice and low.

A Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Ugh, this path isn't the right way either. Why do epic quests always involve a lot of legwork?
  • Hapi: Well, Abyss is a big place. Maybe it's time to start on your next epic quest—giving up and going home. People are dying up there, after all. We don't have time for this sort of thing.
  • Linhardt: What sort of thing? You? I'd say you're way more important than the pursuit of war. More interesting too.
  • Hapi: Yeah, I'm the next big thing in Crestology. How flattering. You gotta stop saying things like that or someone might get the wrong idea. Lucky for you, I'm used to your weirdness by now.
  • Linhardt: I'm sorry my sincerity rubbed you the wrong way. I meant what I said, but that's fine. Now back to your ability... I've discovered that this power can be attributed to your blood. The magic originates from your Crest. There have been leaps and bounds in research on summoning magic focused on an arbitrary target. The only remaining problems are perception and distance. Though it could be argued—
  • Hapi: Blah, blah, big words, blah. I don't even get what you're saying.
  • Linhardt: You don't have to understand it to appreciate its implications. Here's the connection—once we understand your power, it's essential that we have a theoretical grasp on how to control it.
  • Hapi: All right, all right. I'll do my best.
  • Linhardt: That...isn't as scientific as what I had in mind.
  • Hapi: I'll probably need your help wrapping my head around the theoretical stuff. You up for that? No pressure. Well, people might die if you say no, so some pressure, I guess?
  • Linhardt: Huh? Why me?! Ugh... I guess it can't be helped. I suppose foisting this task on Professor Hanneman would be a waste of my precious efforts... This isn't what I had in mind, but I guess I'm the only man for the job, come to think of it.
  • Hapi: Sounds great... Hey, if you're tired, there's no shame in calling it a day and heading back to the surface.
  • Linhardt: It's more walking than I expected. I've lost sleep over this. But you're way more important than a... Oh, right. You don't like me when I'm sincere. Welp, let's get on with the adventure, then. We'll check out that hidden passage next. We've got to find that book that Timotheos is said to have left behind. Come along.
  • Hapi: Fine. But what if we don't find the book and you can't figure out a way to solve this?
  • Linhardt: I've come this far. Now I've got to see it through to the end. How will I ever nap in peace otherwise?
  • Hapi: Sounds like we might be stuck together for a while.
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