Lon'qu: You've been mocking both me and your training. Don't deny it.
Robin: How so?
Lon'qu: When we spar, you adopt a curious expression and poke me in the ribs.
Robin: And haven't you noticed how much more relaxed you've been?
Lon'qu: What are you talking about?
Robin: I'm talking about how I stand close, and you don't even break a sweat.
Lon'qu: ...Gods above... It's true... How could I not notice? What witchcraft is this?!
Robin: No magic, I swear. Just two comrades-in-arms who've grown accustomed to fighting side by side. I'm sorry if my behavior seemed strange, but I was only trying to help. I know all about your phobia of women, so I came up with a plan. I thought if I acted strangely enough, you'd be so distracted, you'd forget all about it!
Lon'qu: Heh. You are a con artist of the highest order...
Lissa: There you are, Lon'qu! I take it my brother talked to you?
Lissa: Oh, stop it! Yes, I'm a girl, but it's your job to guard me! So no running away and being all weird. All right?
Lon'qu: Chrom said there was a plot on your life. Is this accurate?
Lissa: Yeah, I guess somebody wants my sweet little head on a platter. Don't ask me why!
Lon'qu: You're of royal blood. That's enough to make you a target. And any shadow could hide a knife, so we must ensure you are never alone.
Lissa: My hero! I don't have to worry about a thing with you around! La la laaaa...
Lon'qu: Don't be careless! Keep your eyes open! Death could lurk in any nook or... *Sigh* Surely there is someone else better suited to this task.
Lissa: Yeah, but you were just lazing around catching butterflies all day, so Chrom—
Lon'qu: I certainly was not!
Lissa: J-just kidding, Lon'qu! K-kidding! I'm sure Chrom was impressed by your skill and charm and good looks! I mean, out of everyone here, he's trusting you to keep his little sis safe. That's a pretty huge honor, right? ...Riiiiight?
Lon'qu: ...I suppose.
Lissa: Right! So come on, no more grumbling! Let's shake hands and make nice!
Lissa: Oh, fine. No handshaking. We can just...nod at each other. Sheesh! Do you really have such a problem with women?
Lon'qu: I find them...disconcerting. But it will not interfere with my duty.
Lissa: Hmm... Maybe as thanks for guarding me I'll go ahead and fix your little problem...
Lon'qu: ...Or maybe not?
Lissa: Fiiiiiine! I'm going to train, then. You can...just stand there and look dour.
Lissa: It's about time the rain stopped. I thought it'd never—ooooooh! Look! A rainbow!
Lon'qu: Keep your distance. I can see it from here.
Lissa: Um, can you even GUARD me from that far away?!
Lon'qu: I can close the distance in the blink of an eye.
Lissa: Seriously? I'm nowhere near that fast! Here, lemme see how long it takes me to—
Lon'qu: Enough! Stop trying to get closer!
Lissa: Hee hee! You're pretty sharp! ...But I'm just trying to be friendly. How are we supposed to be best buds if you're way over there?
Lon'qu: I'm close enough to protect you. ...And we are NOT "best buds."
Lissa: Geez, what a grump! Why even bother guarding me if that's how you feel?
Lon'qu: Because those are my orders...and morale would fall if anything happened to you.
Lissa: Oh, puh-leeeeeese! No one would care if something happened to me. Someone stronger would just roll my corpse out of the way and take up the fight...
Lon'qu: ...Do you truly not see how your presence energizes the others? How your smile and demeanor put everyone at ease?
Lissa: R-really? Hee... Sooo, what about you, Lon'qu? ...Does my smile put you at ease?
Lon'qu: Perhaps. ...From a certain distance.
Lissa: Ugh, why do I even BOTHER?! I'll see you later, grump.
Lon'qu: Wait. I'll go with you.
Lissa: No you won't! I'm going to take a bath!
Lon'qu: But my orders... You'll be... Argh! Hmm, now that I think about it, there's been no sign of any attempts on her life... Either her would-be assailants are being extremely cautious... Or perhaps this is some sort of ruse? Are she and Chrom toying with me?
Lissa: Yeesh, try to contain your excitement there. Oh, and be sure not to smile. Most boys would cut off a leg to have a cute girl drop by to talk.
Lon'qu: Would you have me paste on a fake grin whenever you grace me with your presence?
Lissa: Well, no... Actually, that would be really creepy, coming from you.
Lon'qu: Then this is what you get.
Lissa: All right, all right. You don't have to be so cold to me. I just miss you, you know! You were guarding me around the clock for so long, and now I barely see you. But I suppose you wouldn't understand how I feel, huh? I mean, you can't stand girls. All right, listen. If you don't want me here, just say so and I'll leave you in peace.
Lon'qu: I...like when you come to see me.
Lissa: Great, fine. Don't worry, I know where the door is. You don't have to... Wait, what'd you say? I must not have heard you right... Because it almost sounded like you said you liked having a girl come bother you.
Lon'qu: You heard me fine... And you are no bother. I...also miss the time we spent together.
Lissa: ...I must be losing my mind.
Lon'qu: This may come as a surprise...but I have something for you.
Lissa: A ring? ...Is this a WEDDING ring? But wait, you hate women!
Lon'qu: I don't hate anyone. And as far as my issue with women, you...are the exception. I find myself thinking of nothing but you. My every moment is consumed with you. If you will allow it, I swear to be with you and protect you for the rest of your days.
Lissa: Oh, Lon'qu... Of COURSE I'll allow it! And I'll watch your back, too! But you have to be beside me always. No more distance!
Sully: Pfft. That? I've seen you fight, and that wasn't half what you're capable of. It doesn't count if you win when the other guy wasn't even trying.
Lon'qu: Half is all I can offer someone like you.
Sully: Oh, what? Can't fight a woman? Afraid I'll break a nail? I expect this crap from a lot of people, Lon'qu, but not you!
Lon'qu: I mean no insult. The fault is mine alone. I have an...aversion to women. A crippling, involuntary reflex. You're a true warrior, and skilled. But I cannot fight you.
Sully: Is this some childhood-trauma thing? Did a girl take your lunch money?
Lon'qu: Something like that.
Sully: Well, I won't pry. Everybody's got their secrets. ...Wait. Does this happen to you on the battlefield, too?
Lon'qu: I manage to suppress it in instinctual, life-and-death situations.
Sully: So if your neck were on the line, you'd be able to fight. That makes sense... HAAAAAA!
Lon'qu: Are you mad, woman?!
Sully: Going for the kill would be the easy fix, but that isn't really an option here. But I figured if I turned up the intensity, I might be able to trigger a survival reflex. Now pretend I'm about to kill you!
Sully: Damn my hide! You're like fighting with a hurricane! I almost miss the days when you were still hung up on women.
Lon'qu: My aversion isn't gone, but you've proven that it can be quelled. You have made me stronger. I'd accepted my weakness, but you carved it from me by force. And through our matches, you pared me down to expose a better man.
Sully: Fighting you has made me a better warrior as well. And a better woman.
Lon'qu: This is forward of me, but I have very little experience with such things, so... This ring is for you, if you're of a mind to wear it.
Sully: I'd be honored Lon'qu.
Lon'qu: With your help, I know I can grow stronger still. That I can become a worthy partner.
Sully: Har! This coming from the guy who just wiped the floor with me! Well then? What are you waiting for?
Lon'qu: I don't understand.
Sully: With all that emotional stuff sorted, I feel like a fight!
Lon'qu: So why is this your seventh brush with death in a week? The falling rocks and being swept off by the river I can perhaps understand... But you just stepped in front of a cart! A cart full of...of very loud minstrels!
Miriel: Yes. But I saw you coming as well.
Lon'qu: And you just assumed I'd save you?
Miriel: That was my hypothesis, yes. The first few instances were accidents, but they raised a curious question. Was my attendant increase in heart rate purely the result of proximal danger?
Lon'qu: Say that in words a human can understand.
Miriel: A second situational cause could be postulated: proximity to you. Perhaps contact with someone unfamiliar was the cause of my momentary excitation. The only way to be sure was to collect data, which entailed replicating the experiment.
Lon'qu: So you had to keep trying to die so I could keep saving you? What if I'd been too slow?
Miriel: An incisive criticism. My methodology failed to prepare for that contingency.
Lon'qu: For a smart woman, you sure are dumb. So understand this—that was the last time I'm pulling you out of the fire! I'm uncomfortable enough around women as it is. I don't need you making it worse.
Miriel: A categorical aversion to women? Curious. Does this extend to, say, a female cat?
Lon'qu: What? No. Cats all look the same to me.
Miriel: What about primates? Statues of women? Perhaps a female cadaver?
Lon'qu: I'm pretending you stopped at statues.
Miriel: Is your reflex physical, or psychological? This merits a most rigorous investigation!
Lon'qu: I'm starting to wish I'd let those minstrels run you down...
Lon'qu: You filled my tent with statues of women! And most of them had no arms!
Miriel: Ah, yes. That. Your question was ambiguous, Lon'qu. Specificity is paramount in any inquiry. Regardless, the statues were an experiment to learn the extent of your aversion reflex. And now I may collect the results! So then, how did you react to the statues?
Lon'qu: By smashing them.
Miriel: I see. So an inanimate likeness DOES trigger your reflex.
Lon'qu: No, that's not the—
Miriel: Thank you for your cooperation. We can proceed to the next test once I've procured sufficient female monkeys to—
Lon'qu: For the love of all the gods, no! You don't get it.
Miriel: I have made an error in my calculations?
Lon'qu: I didn't get rid of the statues because they looked like women. There was barely enough room in my tent to stand! Plus I didn't want people to think I had...issues.
Miriel: Ah! I see your point. A man who claims to be constitutionally averse to women with a tent full of statues? You might indeed be the subject of scrutiny, to say nothing of scurrilous rumor.
Lon'qu: Assuming those words mean what I think they mean, yes. That's it exactly.
Miriel: This was an oversight in my methodology. I apologize. We'll repeat the experiment in a secluded location.
Lon'qu: No, we won't.
Miriel: My heart is racing at the prospect of clean, reliable data!
Maribelle: You nearly lost your sword arm yesterday, Lon'qu! Are you aware of this? All your warrior's pride won't be worth a whit if you can't lift a blade!
Lon'qu: I've intensified my training so that such a thing won't happen again. Now stop following me.
Maribelle: Not so fast!
Lon'qu: That's my arm. You're touching my arm. ...Please stop touching my arm.
Maribelle: Not until you furnish me with a reason for this suicidal stubbornness!
Lon'qu: Enough! I yield! Just remove your paw from me.
Maribelle: PAW?! Why, you inbred, foul-tempered, low-born gutter rat! Are you so truly averse to women that you must insult them at every turn?
Lon'qu: I... do not function well around them. The closer they get, the worse it is. I beg of you, keep your distance.
Maribelle: So that's the reason you've been running off whenever I try to heal you!
Lon'qu: I mean no offense, though I know it is taken. It would be best if you simply accepted it.
Maribelle: Absolutely not.
Lon'qu: Why not?
Maribelle: Because it's unacceptable! You always speak of growing stronger, yet here's a glaring weakness to correct. At this rate, a little girl could simply walk up and kill you with a spoon. I won't have you risking your life over such a foolish thing.
Maribelle: I know it's not my place, but I think—
Lon'qu: No. You are not wrong. This is a weakness I must correct.
Maribelle: You put on quite an impressive show today, Lon'qu.
Maribelle: I would have been in a terrible bind had you not been close by to defend me. Though you would have been in a similar fix had I not healed you afterwards. Regardless, it was quite chivalrous of you. And proof you've overcome your problem! This is a celebratory day indeed. Perhaps you'll join me for a cup of—
Lon'qu: TOO CLOSE! Er, I mean... Please step back.
Maribelle: I'm sorry, did you just shriek at me like some kind of ill-mannered lout?
Lon'qu: My problem is not gone. It's better in combat, but... At times like this, I can't... I can't. I'm sorry.
Maribelle: I see.
Lon'qu: Go on. Laugh at the craven.
Maribelle: I'll do no such thing! I owe you all the more knowing you defended me despite the discomfort. I should dearly like to help you work through the issue.
Lon'qu: I don't see how.
Maribelle: Oh, there has to be SOME way. Hmm, perhaps it's best to have you jump in head first. I could bring you to an establishment where a pack of lovely ladies wait on you?
Lon'qu: Pass. ... Wait, how would you know about such a place?
Maribelle: Rude! A woman must have her secrets.
Lon'qu: Perhaps there is another way. A normal way.
Maribelle: Quite right! And I won't rest until I've come up with it, my dear. Anything for a friend, I always say.
Lon'qu: Are we friends?
Maribelle: Would you disagree?
Lon'qu: Most friends stand closer than twenty paces from one another. But yes, I would like to be friends.
Maribelle: Good, because it's a done deal regardless.
Maribelle: Excellent! You finally managed to touch me. And with almost no simpering to boot. Mmm, your hand runs cool.
Lon'qu: Your cheek is...warm.
Maribelle: Let's break here for today, yes? Steadily decreasing the distance day by day seems to be working.
Lon'qu: I expected you to fill a tiger pit with women and push me in.
Maribelle: Gentlemen have likened me to many things before, Lon'qu, but never a sharp spike. Besides, you asked for a "normal" method. I think this one is quite reasonable.
Lon'qu: It is. But we've been at it for so long, and I've only just managed to touch your cheek. I have taken so much of your time.
Maribelle: Oh, pish! It's no bother at all! ... Still, I suppose you have a point. Perhaps we ought to make arrangements for the long term, mmm?
Maribelle: Well, I could continue to train you indefinitely if we were married.
Lon'qu: You have no obligation to do that.
Maribelle: Gods, but you can be dreadfully dense at times. Do you think I would propose marriage out of a sense of obligation?
Lon'qu: Er, no.
Maribelle: So then! We've now established how I feel about you, albeit somewhat painfully... Perhaps you would return the favour.
Lon'qu: ... I... feel something for you as well, though I do not have the words for it. I yearn to keep you safe in my arms until the breath leaves my body. And yet, I can barely touch you. It is shameful. I have no right to ask your hand.
Maribelle: Oh, Lon'qu, there's no hurry. We have the rest of our lives! And YOU, my dear, are a catch worth waiting for.
Lon'qu: Perhaps we could practice one more time. I would very much like to hold your hand as we walk to town. We will need a ring, after all.
Maribelle: With you, my dear, I would walk anywhere. Now, get those cold hands over here!
Panne: You look cheerful. I assume this to mean the potion did its deed. This is good. I was unsure it would work on humans.
Lon'qu: Your brew did more than cure me of my nightmares... Since I drank that draught, I've been having the most wonderful dreams.
Panne: The effect will wear off soon. Wait while I brew another mug.
Lon'qu: Thank you.
Panne: ...Done. I'll just leave it here and back away.
Lon'qu: Right. Down the hatch... ...Urgh. The taste does not improve with exposure. But if it means no more nightmares, I'll drink a barrel and ask for more.
Lon'qu: Tell me Panne, why do you help me? I know you've little love for humans.
Panne: Well, I'd already given you the herbs. I didn't want them to go to waste.
Lon'qu: And why did you collect them in the first place? Were they for you? Are you also haunted by nightmares?
Panne: I often dream of the night man-spawn razed my village and murdered my kin. Just before she dies, my mother told me that I mustn't hate all humans. She said there were good men as well as wicked, and I was never to forget it.
Lon'qu: But why did you make the potion for me?
Panne: I told you. I didn't want the herbs to go to waste.
Panne: Here for another dose of Panne's potion? Sit there while I make it.
Lon'qu: Actually, I thought I'd offer my own brew—elderberry and tea leaves from Ferox. There's no better tea in all the lands.
Panne: If you are so confident, I suppose I must have some... *Slurp* Why, this IS good!
Lon'qu: You know, it's funny...
Panne: What is?
Lon'qu: Whenever I talk to you, a warm and...fuzzy feeling comes over me. I'd assumed it was because of your potion. But I have the same feeling right now, and I haven't touched a drop.
Panne: Now that you mention it, I feel the same way.
Lon'qu: There's no medicine in that brew. Just Ferox's finest tea leaves.
Panne: And It certainly is delicious, I could drink it everyday.
Lon'qu: If we were to spend more time together, I would make you a cup every morning...
Panne: Are you implying what I think you are, human?
Lon'qu: Taguel or human—it matters not to me. You are just the woman I love.
Panne: Things have changed since we first met. Remember how afraid you were?
Lon'qu: I do. But I'm not anymore. Panne, will you accept this ring?
Panne: Ah, a bribe to spice the proposal. Such a typical human custom. But I know you speak from the heart, so I accept. You're the first human I've known who makes me forget about the past... And for that, I shall be eternally yours.
Cordelia: Lon'qu, we're about to hold the war council. It's time to return to camp.
Lon'qu: Very well. ...Er, may I ask you something?
Cordelia: Of course.
Lon'qu: Why did you come to my assistance in our most recent battle?
Cordelia: Well, you were beset by foes and looked as if you needed the help.
Lon'qu: I see. You are not wrong in this. I would like to settle the debt quickly. Is there anything you need?
Cordelia: It's hardly a debt, Lon'qu. We're on the same side. But I can see you're serious, so let me see... I'd love to get some fencing lesson, but I suppose that's not possible. I mean, what with your crippling phobia of standing near women.
Cordelia: By the way, does this phobia mean you can't help me on the battlefield, either?
Lon'qu: No. In the heat of battle, I am able to overcome my...inclinations.
Cordelia: Well, that's a relief. I'd hate to think you'd stand there while some brigand ran me through.
Lon'qu: If you ever require assistance, you need only say the word.
Cordelia: Hmm? Someone tidied up all the practice equipment. Also, the laundry's been brought in and supper is on the boil. What manner of witchcraft is this?!
Lon'qu: I did these things.
Lon'qu: Yes. I discovered a problem during our fencing lesson. You are too worried about everything else going on in this camp. This means you are incapable of the proper focus required for fencing. I have removed the distractions so that you might concentrate properly.
Cordelia: Oh, er. Right. I see.
Cordelia: Lon'qu? What's happening? What are you doing? You just went pale!
Lon'qu: I am steeling myself for our next session. It is a complicated procedure that cannot be shouted from a distance. I must...approach you...and hold your arm...to show you how...to perform the action...
Cordelia: Gracious, Lon'qu! If it's so stressful, we can skip the lesson.
Lon'qu: N-no! I owe you...a debt... Just...watch well. I don't want...to do this again.
Gregor: Oh? Is little bag of coins. You give Gregor pocket money?
Lon'qu: You said a sellsword never fights unless it's for money, right? Well, there's your money. Now I order you to fight me for true.
Gregor: Oy, you know how to persuade Gregor. Jingly coins is like music in his ears. But please, tell Gregor why you are wanting to fight him so badly. You are thinking is first stage in defeating Basilio, yes?
Lon'qu: When I paid your fee, I don't remember asking you to prattle on like a hen.
Gregor: Oy, this one is being a strict paymaster. Okay, we fight. But first, conditions! We are being comrades in same army, so no fighting "until death." "Until death" makes many people very sad. Especially ladies.
Lon'qu: We will stop when one of us yields or overwhelming victory is assured.
Gregor: Agreed. Now, when we are beginning?
Lon'qu: No time like the present...
Gregor: Ho! ...Okay. Gregor win.
Gregor: Oh? You do not notice? Look at chest. See? Gregor's sword is already poised to thrust.
Lon'qu: H-how did you—
Gregor: Ah, yes. Gregor sees chink in armor. Here, at throat.
Gregor: Don't move. If sneezing even tiny bit, sword goes into neck. Very messy. This counts as "overwhelming victory assurance," yes?
Lon'qu: Damn you... You only won through trickery!
Gregor: Is no trick. Is speed! Is also why Basilio so much stronger than Lon'qu.
Lon'qu: Curse you...
Gregor: Lon'qu is young fool now, but Gregor sees much potential. You will learn.
Lon'qu: No. I came to apologize. I concede that you beat me fairly in our duel. You are right. I am both young and a fool. I need more battle experience. It's the only way I will gain the wisdom required to anticipate your sly moves.
Gregor: Ho ho! Of course, and knowing is half of battle! You are needing those things, yes? But you also are needing to learn how to handle sword.
Lon'qu: Are you implying—
Gregor: Do not make Gregor repeat self. You need spend time with Gregor so he can be teaching sword skills.
Lon'qu: I thought sellswords only fight for money.
Gregor: Gregor say that once. But in recent days, he is starting to change thinking. Gregor is feeling loyalty to Shepherds, and wants to helping in all ways.
Lon'qu: Then I demand you teach me everything you know!
Gregor: You have angry passion of young man. But Gregor is liking that! You remind him of young Gregor when he was being very hotheaded! Let us make with the training, then. Gregor whip you into shape!
Nowi: Here you are, dear husband! I've made your supper.
Lon'qu: Munch, munch, munch. Chew. Swallow. Blech! This food is terrible!
Nowi: Eek! Dad's angry!
Lon'qu: Of course I am! How do you expect me to eat this pig swill?!
Nowi: It's all we can afford on your pathetic salary! Maybe you should pull your thumb out and start providing for this family! That's it! You're sleeping in the stables tonight!
Lon'qu: Very well. I shall attempt to earn more. ......
Nowi: ...... Lon'qu! You're doing it wrong! You're supposed to argue back!
Lon'qu: Are you sure this is the correct way to play house? It seems to me we should be doing things other than arguing all the time.
Nowi: Nope! This is totally the right way to play. Remember when I told you I didn't know what families actually do at home? Well, I went into town and spied on one of the families who live there.
Lon'qu: And this is how they acted?
Nowi: Yep! All the time! This game is totally based on reality!
Lon'qu: Do you think it's possible that the family you observed was not...typical?
Nowi: I dunno. Maybe. So what should a typical family do then?
Lon'qu: How should I know?
Nowi: Well if you don't know, then why can't we just play it my way? I'm going back to the game now. So, er, where was I? Oh, right... You're a lousy provider, husband! Oh, why didn't I marry the blacksmith?!
Nowi: Come on, put some effort into it! It's a boring argument if you just sit and sigh.
Lon'qu: I don't like this family you invented! Here, I have an idea. Why don't you go to town and spy on a few more families? Then we can compare them all and choose our favorite family to copy.
Nowi: I guess I could do that... But only if you come with me!
Lon'qu: If it stops you from berating me, I shall do as you ask.
Nowi: Yay! I bet no one's better at sneaking around people's houses than you!
Tharja: I'm not going to move across the room, if that's what you want.
Tharja: Okay, I have better things to do than watch you stand there with your mouth agape. You want me to dispel your fear, right?
Lon'qu: Can you truly release me from this crippling aversion to your kind?
Tharja: Only if you promise to never refer to women as "your kind" again. Also, I need to know exactly where this fear comes from.
Lon'qu: ...All of it?
Tharja: Unless I know the true nature of what ails you, I cannot destroy it.
Lon'qu: Every night, I am plagued by a dream. A dream of true events. Of a young girl who lost her life because of me. She was an ordinary village girl who lived on the outskirts of town. We became friends despite the fact that I was an impoverished youth from the slums. In time, she began to steal away from her parents to see me. Love flowered between us. But then...
Tharja: Go on.
Lon'qu: I'm sorry. This is...difficult for me. One day we went to the fields to picnic and spend time by the river. ...The bandits were so fast. So many. I fought them with all that I had, but she still... They...
Tharja: I'm sorry, Lon'qu.
Lon'qu: From that day on, the presence of a woman has filled me with fear. A woman died because of my failings. I would not let it happen again. And though that day is long past, I relive it every night...
Tharja: It is not unusual for powerful incidents to grip our hearts for many years after. You aren't crushed by mortal means, Lon'qu—the memory IS the curse.
Lon'qu: Can you help me?
Tharja: Perhaps. But it will take time. I must learn about you, this girl, and your youth spent in the slums. If I am to break the curse, I must know everything there is to know about you.
Lon'qu: Do you avow this ritual will cleanse my soul and finally grant me peace?
Tharja: Yes. It will erase everything and give you a fresh start.
Tharja: However, the curse has been with you for years, and it's roots reach deep. The only way to eradicate it is to uproot it along with all of your childhood memories.
Lon'qu: You mean, I will forget everything? My life in the slums? The times I spent with...her?
Tharja: Every last bit. But those memories torment you, right? You should be pleased to lose them.
Lon'qu: No. I cannot go through with this.
Tharja: Hey, I spent hours collecting bat wings. You can't back out now!
Lon'qu: Even as I told you my story, I realized how important the memories are to me. My life on the streets? Her death? These experiences make me strong. If I lose the memories, what happens to the lessons I learned from them? I fear they too, will be lost.
Tharja: ...Seriously, do you have any idea how many bat wings I had to collect?
Lon'qu: I have confidence a woman of your ilk will have another use for them. Even so, I'm very grateful for your help.
Tharja: Okay, don't thank me. That just feels weird.
Lon'qu: Then I shall think of some other way to pay you back.
Tharja: Oh. Lon'qu. How are you planning to waste my time today?
Tharja: Are you...forcing yourself to stand closer to me? Don't tell me you let someone else erase your memories?
Lon'qu: This is...my own doing. I can overcome my fear...through tyranny...of will.
Tharja: Well, charmed, I'm sure. But at this rate, it's going to take years to cure yourself. Why don't you let me help?
Lon'qu: No. I don't want to rely on magic or tricks...
Tharja: Not with a curse, idiot. ...I mean you can practice on me. We could be friends. Companions, even. Be there for each other in times of trouble. If we were together day and night, you'd overcome your fear.
Lon'qu: What do you mean?
Tharja: Sometimes, I swear you're about three arrows short of a quiver. Here. I'll use small words, okay? Let's. Get. Married. Of course, if you're not up for it, that's okay, too. It'll give me one more time to follow Robin around.
Lon'qu: Your proposal might have worked better without that last bit. Even so... Marriage has long seemed like a distant dream to me. However, there is a strength and grace about you that I find appealing. You are the first to look so deep into my heart and accept what you saw there. With you at my side, I might finally free myself of this painful past.
Tharja: To be honest, I was expecting you to throw up or something.
Lon'qu: I fear making friends with any woman, lest ill fortune strike them down. But you are frighteningly fierce. I wager you can look after yourself.
Tharja: It's true. People who mess with me tend to get turned inside out.
Lon'qu: I find this thought oddly comforting.
Tharja: All right, then. We'll get married and see if we can't make you normal again.
Lon'qu: And as proof of my dedication, I offer you this ring.
Tharja: ...Wait. You had this ready the whole time? Oh, you are a sly dog, Lon'qu.
Lon'qu: Hiii-YA! *Crash* Damnation! Again I fail. The flask shatters under the blow every time...
Olivia: Hey, Lon'qu? Perhaps you should take a break? Dinner's almost over.
Lon'qu: Stay, woman! Not one step closer!
Olivia: Eeek! Sorry! I didn't mean to... Wait, do I make you nervous?
Lon'qu: Anyway, I am not hungry. You may give my portion to someone else.
Olivia: I don't know if that's a good idea. You need to keep your energy up. Although, I guess if anyone can skip meals, it's you. Basilio did say he never knew anyone with more self-discipline.
Lon'qu: ...Basilio said this to you directly?
Olivia: Well, yeah, He talks about you all the time, actually. Always saying you're a genius with the blade and his true rival and blah blah blah. He talks about you to anyone within earshot. We're all bored of it, honestly.
Lon'qu: I did not know Basilio felt thus.
Olivia: You look pleased.
Lon'qu: Wh-what? *cough* No, n-not at all. I care not what he thinks of me. ...Perhaps I will eat after all. Excuse me.
Olivia: Hee hee. He can't fool me! That stern facade of his COMPLETELY fell away. He was blushing like a tomato!
Cherche: This might be a strange question, but... Did you grow up in the slums? Living in the streets?
Lon'qu: I have no idea what you're talking about.
Cherche: Oh. Then it must have been a different Lon'qu.
Lon'qu: Must have been.
Cherche: But you did know a young girl called Ke'ri, didn't you?
Lon'qu: Where did you hear that name?!
Cherche: Ah ha! It was you that they told me about!
Lon'qu: Who is they? What is the meaning of all this?!
Cherche: I met Ke'ri's parents. A while back, when I was in Regna Ferox with Minerva. I saved them from a pack of bandits outside the town. They told me that their daughter had been killed by the very same outlaws. Later I heard a young boy named Lon'qu was with her at the time. ...And that he fought like a demon in a vain attempt to protect her. Naturally, when I was introduced to you, I started thinking—
Lon'qu: I fought, yes. But in the end, it was she who died protecting me. Her mother and father hated me. They blamed me for her death. I was a homeless boy from the slums, and I stole their only daughter.
Cherche: Actually, about that—
Lon'qu: Enough. I cannot bear to speak of it. I would like to be alone now.
Cherche: Wait, Lon'qu! There's more to the tale than you know...
Cherche: We have to talk. There's more to the story of Ke'ri and her parents.
Lon'qu: Even so, I have no wish to hear it. If there is any mercy in your heart, you will leave the matter be.
Cherche: You will want to hear this.
Lon'qu: I think not!
Cherche: Her parents did not hate you, Lon'qu. They were grateful to you. It's true that when Ke'ri was killed, they blamed you for her death. But then they learned how desperately you tried to save her. And when you vanished from the slum, they knew that it was their fault.
Cherche: Soon after Ke'ri died, they found her diary. They discovered what a good friend you had been to her.
Cherche: Your friendship made her happy, and that, in turn, made them happy. So they don't hate you. Not anymore. And I know they would want you to know that.
Lon'qu: ...... Thank you for delivering the message.
Cherche: It's my pleasure.
Lon'qu: It is...good to be forgiven. And yet, I doubt this wound can ever truly heal.
Cherche: You look to have the weight of the world on your shoulders, Lon'qu.
Lon'qu: I am the same as always.
Cherche: I know you better than that. You're distracted by something. I mean, Minerva is right behind you and you haven't even noticed!
(Minerva cries out)
Lon'qu: Agh! Wh-what fool's game are you playing?!
Cherche: Heh. Well, that woke you up a little. Listen, Lon'qu. I dredged up a past you wanted to forget, and I'm sorry.
Lon'qu: Do not apologize. You were right to talk to me, and I'm glad to know the truth. When you spoke of her parent's forgiveness, I thought it would only bring more pain. But, since then, the nightmares that plague me have become...fewer.
Lon'qu: Many a night have I been forced to relive the moment she died protecting me. Ke'ri died because she was my friend. Never again shall I repeat that mistake. I vowed that I would let no one get close enough to be hurt by me again.
Cherche: ...So this is why you fear to have contact with women.
Lon'qu: My nightmares will never fade completely, nor will my fear of friendship and love. But for the first time, I can imagine a future that might be different. Thank you, Cherche.
Cherche: I only told you what I knew. ...But perhaps, if you would allow, we can try to cure the remaining hurt together? For a start, we could go for a ride on Minerva. Perhaps even bring a picnic—
Lon'qu: I am...not ready.
Cherche: Oh. Yes, of course not.
Lon'qu: But, if you can think of something else that might help...
Cherche: All right, here we go. Let me know the moment you start to feel queasy.
Lon'qu: I am ready.
Cherche: Hmm... I'm not sure the best place to start. Where does one touch a deadly swordsman who does not want to be touched? What do you think, Minerva?
(Minerva cries out)
Lon'qu: Please just get on with it.
Cherche: Now, Lon'qu, don't be so impatient. Minerva and I are discussing the best place to begin your aversion therapy. I bet the head would be very scary for you. ...Huh? Lon'qu? What are you doing with my hand?
Lon'qu: We'll be standing here all day if I don't take the initiative. Does it displease you when I hold your hand like this?
Cherche: No, not at all. But you're the one we should be worried about. Are you feeling all right?
Lon'qu: At first it was difficult, but now it feels almost...peaceful. I don't think I could do this with any other woman but you.
Cherche: Well, this is progress!
Lon'qu: Tell me, Cherche. Why do you help me? What have I done to deserve it?
Cherche: Can't I do it out of the goodness of my own heart?
Lon'qu: Few in this world would ever be so decent. Cherche, I want you to have this.
Cherche: A ring? Does this mean...
Lon'qu: You have healed the wounds in my heart and replaced them with love. For the first time, I can see a future in which I am not alone. Will you join me in this adventure? Will you marry me?
Lon'qu: I was afraid you'd say no.
Cherche: And I was afraid you'd never ask! Right, Minerva?
(Minerva cries out)
Cherche: ...Oh, dear. She says that if you let me down, she'll bite your limbs off.
Lon'qu: Don't worry. I shall not give Minerva any reason to turn on me.
Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-what's this? Blood...raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!
Lon'qu: Owain. Is everything all right?
Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!
Lon'qu: Did you catch something? Do you think you're contagious?
Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee safety! I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father!
Lon'qu: ...I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did someone curse you?
Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay, raging blood!
Lon'qu: All right, just stay where you are. I'll go get your mother.
Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not...strictly necessary. This pain is nothing to a man like me!
Owain: Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go to get Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...
Lon'qu: Of course I'm upset. You started moaning and shouting out of the blue. Your mother and I were terrified. *Sigh* Look, I AM relieved you're all right. But what was all that about? Some kind of scripted stage acting?
Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv— Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide and time!
Lon'qu: And you're not ashamed to say these things out loud...? ......
Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of an earlier, simpler time...
Lon'qu: ...Hmph. Well, a future where everyone talks like you sounds— ...OWAIN, DOWN! NOW!
Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!
Lon'qu: Nngh... Archers...in the trees... We're outnumbered... We have to get out of here! Now GO!
Lon'qu: We lost them... We should be safe here.
Owain: Gods, not again...
Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...
Lon'qu: This is how what happens?
Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*
Lon'qu: Owain...are you crying? What's wrong?
Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was...just more improv, all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.
Lon'qu: Fine, thanks. Nearly healed. Wasn't much of a wound to begin with.
Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if...if I got you killed again.
Lon'qu: Is that what this was about? I die protecting you in the future?
Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!
Lon'qu: At least it sounds like I died with no regrets.
Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I...I lost control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.
Lon'qu: I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future.
Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone—not once! You and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.
Lon'qu: Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you... You were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so— ...Wait a second. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...
Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...dramatic effect.
Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!
Lon'qu: ...Thanks, Owain. You're more than just my legacy, you know. You've done plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are proud of everything you've become...
Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood...boiling once again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my soul and set me ablaze!
Lon'qu: Heh. It's good to see you're back to your old self, at least...
Inigo: Ugh, Father! That gorgeous girl was just about to say yes to a date! JUST about to! Did you really have to drag me off like that?!
Lon'qu: We have a battle to prepare for, Inigo. Everyone else is ready to march. If you're mad, be mad at yourself for losing track of time.
Inigo: Oh, heh heh heh... Whoops... All right, time to go trounce some enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!
Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?
Lon'qu: No. I was just wondering if you were like this in the future as well.
Inigo: Depends on what you mean by "like this," I suppose.
Lon'qu: For someone who came from an apocalyptic hellscape, you're awfully carefree. Seems like you haven't a care in the world past whose bed you'll be sharing tonight. Lucina's so driven and serious... It's strange you don't have any of that purpose.
Inigo: No purpose?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!
Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just hearing my name!
Lon'qu: ...Your purpose in life is to be popular with girls? You literally traveled across time...to be popular with girls?!
Inigo: To be popular with ALL girls. Genius, I know. But stop, Father. You're making me blush.
Lon'qu: I... I don't even know what to say.
Inigo: Why? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!
Lon'qu: No, that's not what... Where do I even begin? Suddenly I'm feeling exhausted... I'm going on ahead.
Inigo: ...... ...Not a care in the world, eh? Yeash... He's just as hard on his own blood as he is on everyone else.
Lon'qu: This is a serious injury, Inigo! Why didn't you say something?
Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.
Lon'qu: Gods, ENOUGH, Inigo!
Lon'qu: You can barely walk, and you're still thinking about girls?! Be serious for once! Really, why did you travel back from the future? Lucina fights so hard, but you... Honestly, I'm disappointed. You have no idea what it means to be at war.
Inigo: ...... You don't know a damned thing! You're the one who's clueless, Father!
Inigo: Do you think I'd be out here if I were ONLY after girls? Out here fighting every day, wondering if this is the time I don't make it home?!
Lon'qu: Inigo, I didn't—
Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depended on me in the future. Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my life. With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice. I HAD to be invincible. I couldn't complain or show any weakness. Not with everyone else struggling in that damned war-torn wasteland... Even with you and Mother gone, I had to pretend I was fine. That I wasn't hurting. I had to fight every day of my sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!
Inigo: ...You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the world? Well, I'm sorry to tell you, but that's not the case at all. I smile and joke around because I don't want to show the world any weakness... If that disappoints you...then I guess you'll just have to be disappointed.
Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.
Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?
Lon'qu: That's good, Son.
Inigo: Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And...I'm sorry to have worried you.
Lon'qu: No, I'M sorry. For what I said. It was insensitive. You've been fighting with all you've got. I had no right to criticize you.
Inigo: Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history. Plus...it was my fault, too.
Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!
Inigo: You always seem so gloomy lately. Let's see a smile for once!
Lon'qu: Ah ha ha! Stop that! S-stop! It...tickles...! Ha ha ha!
Inigo: Ha ha, there it is! That's better! I didn't come all this way to see you mope around, you know?
Lon'qu: ...That was why you came back? To make me happy?
Inigo: Well...yeah. You, and me, and everybody. The whole world, I guess. Anyway, I suppose I'm okay telling you that now.
Lon'qu: You can tell me anything.
Inigo: You say that now, but I don't want to hear any complaints once I get going! I may be all smiles on the outside, but I'm actually pretty sensitive. And pessimistic. ...Oh, and I cry at the drop of a hat. Whenever a girl turns me down, I'm a complete mess for days.
Lon'qu: Heh. You can stop kidding now, Inigo. I'm already smiling.
Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All the stuff about the girls—it was never part of the act.
Lon'qu: Well, that's fine...in moderation, of course. You're a strong man, Inigo, and I couldn't be prouder of you. But no one is invincible, and you shouldn't pretend to be. If something's wrong, come to me. We'll figure it out together.
Inigo: Father... I knew you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!
Lon'qu: Waugh! N-neck! Inigo, my neck! Too tight! C-can't breathe!
Inigo: I-it's your own fault! I don't think you've ever said anything like that to me before! And listen—the same goes for you. Whatever the problem, I'll help. I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you twice.
Lon'qu: And I'll be damned if I'm ever going to lose you, period.
Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You know, the expensive junk.
Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and ready to go—just the way ya like it.
Lon'qu: That's...not the problem.
Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!
Lon'qu: Fine... *sip* ...Now, Brady?
Lon'qu: What'd you mean, "just the way I like it"? I hardly ever drink tea.
Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.
Lon'qu: I've had the odd cup here or there, but I've never had a "teatime" in my life.
Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?
Lon'qu: Considering I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I suppose she did.
Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right about now!
Lon'qu: Er, what exactly did she tell you?
Brady: Oh, don't you worry, I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol' Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh, and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.
Lon'qu: What, the tea? Hardly something to apologize for. I was glad for the chance to chat.
Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway, I brought my violin by way of apologizin'.
Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a violin performance.
Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what Ma said.
Lon'qu: Brady, listen to me. No one has ever apologized to me that way before. ...EVER. Your mother's messing with you again.
Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna—
Lon'qu: Brady, wait.
Lon'qu: As long as you're here, let's chat a bit. Forget about Maribelle for a while. I'm grateful to her, though. If not for her japes, you probably wouldn't be here.
Brady: Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy! Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.
Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says—
Lon'qu: Heh heh...
Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.
Lon'qu: I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady. I must admit, I was unsure of you when first we met.
Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a better job raising the real deal.
Lon'qu: What, you mean the Brady from this era?
Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.
Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.
Lon'qu: How can you say that after we've gotten so close? You think I'd just cast you aside once my son is born? I would never do that. You're my friend, Brady. ...And my son.
Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I'd decided not to cry, and then ya go and say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just...remember that we were good pals once, yeah? Real chums.
Lon'qu: I could never forget you, Son. I'll remember you till the day I die and love you as my future self would.
Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!
Lon'qu: You seem to be training especially hard today.
Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share of the fighting.
Lon'qu: Ah, so...you're not cooking again?
Kjelle: Would you want me to, after last time?! You saw how that day's battle played out. All our soldiers, clutching their guts, legs quivering like newborn deer... And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't been so horrified, we might all be dead!
Lon'qu: It was certainly a...challenging day. But nobody's perfect—I'm sure it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.
Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees! Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.
Lon'qu: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
Lon'qu: Fair enough. ...Look, what if I gave you a few pointers? If we manage to come up with something tasty, we can share it with everyone.
Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.
Severa: Apply the whetstone to the blade at an angle, and then... Gah, not again! That's the fifth one that broke! Nothing EVER goes right for me!
Lon'qu: Severa? What are you doing?
Severa: I'm sharpening these stupid weapons that won't stay sharp! Gawds! You told me to help out, right? So I'm helping.
Lon'qu: ...And that pile of broken swords behind you?
Severa: It's not my fault they're defective! They all, like, fell apart and stuff! Sorry I'm not PERFECT at everything like Mother! Sorry I'm SO STUPID! I get it—I'm useless! You should just drown me in a sack...
Lon'qu: Severa, I think you're overreact—
Severa: I burn everything I try to cook... I just about beheaded a horse while chopping wood... I'm no help to anyone! I'm just a bunch of lame deadweight. You must've had high hopes, too, given Mother's history. I'm such a disappointment.
Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it!
Lon'qu: I'm not disappointed, Severa. I couldn't be happier that you came back to us.
Severa: Oh, please. Are you mocking me? Do you really think I'm that stupid? All my life, every time I mess something up, people compare me to Mother! And you're closer to her than anyone! I KNOW you think I don't measure up.
Lon'qu: You're your own woman, Severa. I wouldn't compare you to anyone. You're my daughter and my treasure, and I know your mother feels the same.
Lon'qu: I'm behind you no matter what happens. So no more talk of being a disappointment. It makes me feel as if I failed you as a father.
Severa: What? No! Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I... I didn't... WAAAAAAAAAH...
Lon'qu: Don't cry. You've been through a lot, I know, but it's all right now. I'm sorry for saying you needed more hardship before. I know it's been hard... But I'll do all I can to keep you from ever suffering again. Okay? And since you've been doing your chores, how about we claim that reward now?
Severa: No. I don't need it. I don't need anything but you, Daddy! But if you die on me again, I'll never forgive you!
Lon'qu: I'm not going anywhere this time. I promise.
Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.
Lon'qu: So I see. But what of your family?
Lon'qu: I was thinking we should start acting more like a family now that we're recruited. Lucina calls Chrom "Father," you know. We could start there.
Gerome: You may look like my father. but you are not the same man. My father is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.
Lon'qu: That may be true, but you're far too adept at pushing others away. I know your true father is gone, and I know you must miss him greatly. ...But I thought perhaps our relationship could help heal that wound.
Gerome: Then you are a fool.
Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and clean Minervykins before bedtime.
Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is contagious!
Lon'qu: Hello, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of...Minervykins?
Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have misheard.
Lon'qu: Don't get your smallclothes in a twist, Gerome. Cherche sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the habit.
Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.
Lon'qu: You know, you're kind of adorable when you're flustered.
Lon'qu: Are you glaring at me? Two can play at that game. ......
Gerome: ...Enough. This is foolish.
Lon'qu: I must say, seeing you so angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.
Gerome: What do you mean?
Lon'qu: Mmm? Oh, nothing. Hey, is that your Minerva over there?
Gerome: It is.
Lon'qu: Hmm...more intimidating than Cherche's... Scarier, more ferocious...
Gerome: Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smoky eyes...She's such a cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!
Lon'qu: I did no such thing. You said it all by yourself.
Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!
Lon'qu: Heh. He really is adorable when he's flustered...
Lon'qu: Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, are you?
Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?
Lon'qu: It's nothing so sinister as your tone implies, I assure you...I wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son...Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might—
Gerome: I have no sensitive side.
Lon'qu: Sure you don't. What about when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo? The look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I—
Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ...... ...Er, Minerva?
Lon'qu: Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family. There, there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you?
Gerome: M-Minerva?...Do you truly consider this buffoon a part of our family? ...... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...
Lon'qu: What did she say?
Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand her?
Lon'qu: ...It's an acquired skill.
Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound to accept you. I'm...I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father.
Lon'qu: ...Did you just call me Father?
Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!
Lon'qu: Wait, Gerome. I...couldn't hear you. Say it for me one more time.
Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my father... All my memories of Mother are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician she was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my father. It's one big blank.
Lon'qu: ...What's going on , Morgan?
Morgan: Father that's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate!... Wait, no. How did Mother put it? "We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It`s the invisible ties we forge that bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!
Lon'qu: Is that so?
Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
Lon'qu: I'd be honored. After all—
Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one-figure how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Father? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
Lon'qu: I think...you should shelve the head smashing for a bit, Morgan. Perhaps you could try staring at me for a while. It might trigger something
Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a millions times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here goes... ...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! it's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Father looked like?"
Lon'qu: ...Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day.
Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Father!
Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
Lon'qu: Do not cry, Morgan. It is...unpleasant to watch.
Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
Lon'qu: What's wrong?
Morgan: I...I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but...I remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Father. I never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.
Lon'qu: Take as much time as you need. I promise to aid you in any way I can.
Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on Mother.
Lon'qu: What?! Cheating? I'd never do such a thing! You know Panne is the only woman I can stand to be near.
Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth...
Lon'qu: Why would you think I was cheating? ...Is someone spreading rumors?
Yarne: Nope. The idea just popped into my head the other day. You see, I got to thinking... What would happen to me if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't good enough?
Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both stayed alive. Eventually you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be guaranteed. But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman before I was born. The very instant you made that decision, I would just wink out of existence! The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrr...
Lon'qu: This is ridiculous...
Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you toe the line!
Lon'qu: Now hold of just one minute!
Yarne: Don't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during battle. ...Just so long as the fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway, I've got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you!
Lon'qu: What's the matter? You look as if your world's about to end.
Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking about?
Lon'qu: The number of decisive blows I struck against our foes?
Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating! You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to vanish as a result! I just know it!
Lon'qu: Yarne, settle down. I was just being polite. They approached me and I responded.
Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent hearing.
Lon'qu: *Sigh* Believe me, I know all about that...but you need to understand, talking to my fellow soldiers—even women—is key. When you're in the thick of a battle, it's vital you know who you're fighting with. Think about it—what if someone said you couldn't talk to Lucina ever again?
Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem.
Lon'qu: I'm glad you get it. You should know be now that I'm not the cheating type.
Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what about the future? How do I know you'll never change your mind? I mean, you once promised me that you'd return home...but you never did...
Yarne: ...Er, forget I said that. It doesn't matter. I won't spy on you anymore. But if you break another promise and cheat on Mother, I won't ever forgive you!
Lon'qu: ...I think I understand now. In Yarne's future, I did and become the memory of a broken promise...
Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you, I won't spy on you anymore.
Lon'qu: That's not why I wanted to see you. I...want to apologize. In the future, I promised to come back to you and...I didn't. I'm sorry.
Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me! It was a different you from a different time!
Lon'qu: Yes, I know. And I also know that you're not my son. ...Not exactly, anyway.
Lon'qu: We're not just from different times. We're from different versions of time. And yet I think of you as my family all the same. I hope to give you the things that the father in your future couldn't. ...That is what you want, isn't it?
Yarne: I...I guess it is, yes. I know it's not right, but I can't help think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other women. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving Mother and becoming someone else's father. It would be like losing him all over again.
Lon'qu: Then I shall make you another promise. I swear by all I hold dear that I will survive and that I won't abandon your mother. I love you both more than anything in this world. I would do anything for you.
Yarne: I...I don't know what to say. Except...thank you. Because this time, I believe you'll keep your promise.
Yarne: Phew! Now maybe I can relax and stop worrying about vanishing from history... You're such a great father! Who's a good father? Yes, whooo's a good father?
Lon'qu: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but must you pet me like a dog while you say it...?
Lon'qu: I was thinking about how you said you were older than Lucina... Care to explain?
Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among eras is imprecise. There are...variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two years ago. I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years.
Lon'qu: There's that much of a difference?
Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in terms of physical age.
Lon'qu: So you've been in this era for five years all by yourself?
Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish behaviors. I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if you'll excuse me...
Lon'qu: Laurent, wait. Why have you never mentioned any of this before? You were cut off from everyone else for five whole years. You must have been...lonely.
Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on my own.
Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before.
Lon'qu: You were. But today is different. Because today... Come here!
Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?!
Lon'qu: ...So you CAN smile!
Laurent: I beg your pardon?!
Lon'qu: You're always so bent on being such a serious, proper grown-up. I worry that you put too much pressure on yourself.
Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child!
Lon'qu: Age has nothing to do with it. You're still a child. You're MY child. ...You're my son.
Laurent: Er, I...
Lon'qu: And you're not alone anymore, so stop isolating yourself. You've got friends, and you've got me.
Laurent: ...... You're right. All that time, it was... I was so lonely. Year after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet up with the others but knowing how miniscule my chances were... I had no one to help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was...awful. Many nights, I thought I'd die alone. That the pain would kill me, or...
Lon'qu: ...I'm sorry I didn't find you earlier, Laurent. Please forgive me. Rest assured, I will never leave your side again...
Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
Lon'qu: That's an...odd hex. Why would she do something like that?
Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
Lon'qu: Heh. Here, take my handkerchief.
Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
Lon'qu: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
Lon'qu: That's...kind of pathetic.
Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
Lon'qu: B-but that was a different me. Just wait—I shall prove my worth to you!
Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
Lon'qu: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... It seems I let you down... *sniff*
Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
Lon'qu: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
Noire: Just like before...
Lon'qu: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* But hey—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
Lon'qu: I guess some things were simply meant to be...
Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
Lon'qu: *Sniff* Don't cry, Noire.
Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
Lon'qu: Noire?! What are you...
Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
Lon'qu: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
Lon'qu: Heh, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more hexes on you.
Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
Lon'qu: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought I might lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
Lon'qu: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us. You, me, your mother...everyone.
Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
Lon'qu: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
Lon'qu: ...Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears, perhaps? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
Lon'qu: Gods. I'd better leave before I test that "not even death" promise... I'll see you later, Noire.
Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!
Lon'qu: What's wrong, Nah? You seem like you're in quite a mood.
Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends almost all of her time running around camp playing games.
Lon'qu: How odd. I was just thinking how the two of you are so similar... But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is—I wouldn't want her to change.
Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant, she'll never learn to act her age!
Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible, and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in her... Unless...you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her—
Lon'qu: D-don't be ridiculous! I knew exactly what I was getting into.
Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?
Lon'qu: No. I was well aware of her...frivolous side. I find it charming. Yes... Charming.
Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it out. Why DID you marry her?
Lon'qu: Enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like this.
Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!
Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation.
Lon'qu: Nah, I'm not getting into any more detail about why I chose your mother. That's final.
Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL!
Lon'qu: Aren't you a little young to be worrying about a "woman's heart"?
Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder any woman deigned to choose YOU...
Lon'qu: Nah, I know what you're trying to do here. But don't forget, I AM your father. If you keep this up, you're going to make me very upset.
Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry... I swear.
Lon'qu: All right. ...I appreciate the apology.
Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in yourself to forgive me.
Lon'qu: Yes, of course. But—
Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be...going now.
Lon'qu: You seem so...crestfallen. Are you all right?
Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry over a simple, innocent question...
Lon'qu: Um, yes, well... It's just—
Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship. Being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment. Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.
Lon'qu: Hold on! ...Ugh. Is this really what I have to look forward to for the next decade?
Lon'qu: About the other day, when you said you were used to disappointment... What exactly did you mean by that?
Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.
Lon'qu: Wasn't Nowi there to raise you?
Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child.
Lon'qu: Don't say that.
Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would stop...hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was utterly alone. And I never once mentioned how much I missed my father and mother. *Sniff* I...I didn't even ask...when...when would they come back for me...
Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking so many questions and making you angry...
Lon'qu: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you anything you want to know—even the embarrassing story of our courtship... And if you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be here for you. As long as I'm around, you won't ever be lonely again.
Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!
Lon'qu: Not at all, Nah. Now, tell me, what do you want to know?
Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!
Lon'qu: ...How did I know this was coming? *Sigh* Well...as you know, your mother has always looked young, and...