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With Byleth (Male)Edit

C Support Edit

  • Shamir: Hey, Professor. The students seem to like you.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Not that much.
    • Choice 2: It would seem that way.
  • Shamir:
    • Choice 1: It doesn't make sense. You don't come across as particularly friendly.
    • Choice 2: Hah! And you're not modest about it. I like that.
  • Shamir: Still, I can't deny that you've got skills. It's a little strange, to be completely honest. I had my doubts, but they were right to make you a professor.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: I was surprised too.
    • Choice 2: I knew I could do it.
    • Choice 3: I'm still not sure...
  • Shamir:
    • Choice 1: I'd be suspicious of their true intentions, if I were you... Seems like it turned out just fine for you.
    • Choice 2: Oh? You're an odd one. But what's it matter? Seems like it turned out just fine for you.
    • Choice 3: Regardless, seems like it turned out fine for you.
  • Shamir: I'll admit, it's unbelievable that you used to be a mercenary. I was a merc before coming here, but I can't imagine pulling off your fancy tactician act. I freeze up near royals and nobles.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: You were a mercenary?
    • Choice 2: You're not a fan of nobles?
  • Shamir:
    • Choice 1: I was. My family had nothing when I was growing up. There were too many mouths to feed, so I left. Joined up with some mercs for the pay. The work suited me, but I never liked having to bow and scrape to our noble employers.
    • Choice 2: You deal with a lot of nobles when you're a merc. I didn't mind putting my life on the line, but I never liked having to bow and scrape to our noble employers.
  • Shamir: That's what I like about being a Knight. I get to punch all the nobles I want. Hah! I'm joking. But the knights do make a good business partner.
  • Byleth: Business partner?
  • Shamir: I don't believe in the Church of Seiros. It makes me a bit of an anomaly among the knights. Rhea took me in, so I became a knight to repay my debt to her. I may be a knight, but it still feels like I'm doing the same things I did as a merc. Who knows though? Maybe you and I will end up working together. Us knights are a pretty tough crew... I'm guessing you'd run circles around us though. I'm interested to see where your path leads you.

B Support Edit

  • Shamir: Thanks for your help out there. Battles tend to go smoother with you around.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: The same to you.
    • Choice 2: Smoother?
  • Shamir:
    • Choice 1: Heh. I think you did most of the heavy lifting.
    • Choice 2: I can count on you doing most of the heavy lifting.
  • Shamir: It may be unwise to think this way on the battlefield... But I feel I can trust your commands without question.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Why's that?
    • Choice 2: I still make mistakes.
  • Shamir:
    • Choice 1: Not sure. I might have an idea, but... Never mind.
    • Choice 2: Don't we all? But, judging by the results of our recent battles, you're clearly good at this.
  • Shamir: I've also noticed that you've been putting me in more precarious situations lately. Almost like you know I won't question your orders.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: My apologies for that.
    • Choice 2: I know I can rely on you.
  • Shamir:
    • Choice 1: No need.
    • Choice 2: Hah!
  • Shamir: I'm glad you trust me to get the job done, but still... I knew you were doing it on purpose. You're in a very important position, now that you're leader of the Imperial army. Funny to think you used to just teach at the Officers Academy. Your old students still call you "Professor." That's no title for the commander of an army.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: There's no harm in it.
    • Choice 2: I actually like it.
  • Shamir:
    • Choice 1: Relax. I was just having fun.
    • Choice 2: You'll always be their professor, huh?
  • Shamir: You sure are an interesting one. My people lost the war and I was left to wander Fódlan alone, but I guess meeting you was my prize. You look confused. Did you not know any of this? I was living in my homeland of Dagda, up until the Imperial army destroyed it 10 years ago. But, being a mercenary, I have no real allegiance. That's why I'm working here now. Don't worry though. I don't plan to turn on you.

A Support Edit

  • Shamir: It's been 10 years... Can I move on yet? Never mind. I know what you'd say.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Were you talking to someone?
    • Choice 2: What are you doing here?
  • Shamir:
    • Choice 1: In a sense. Someone who's long since passed.
    • Choice 2: I was just thinking about someone I used to know.
  • Shamir: Another mercenary I fought alongside. They were killed ten years ago when Dagda was in conflict with the Empire. It's all I can focus on lately...
  • Byleth: Why do you think that is?
  • Shamir: To be honest, I blame you. Heh. I'm just teasing. I know it's not your fault. You just remind me of him. You give off a similar air... It's uncanny. You even have the same inflection, which makes no sense because we only ever spoke Dagdan. I don't know what it is, but you feel the same to me. I guess you just remind me of the past.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: I'm sorry.
    • Choice 2: I can't really help it...
  • Shamir:
    • Choice 1: Please.
    • Choice 2: That's fair.
  • Shamir: It's not your fault. It's my fault for getting caught up in memories. Still, you always remember your first love, right? That's enough of that. There are more relevant topics to discuss.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: I suppose.
    • Choice 2: What will you do after the war?
  • Shamir:
    • Choice 1: There's no point in dwelling on the past. Let's talk about the future.
    • Choice 2: Good question. The world is completely open to me.
  • Shamir: Your next move seems apparent... But...who knows where I'll end up. Though, I may have done enough traveling for one lifetime. I like the idea of having a permanent home. And after all my time here, I've grown quite fond of Fódlan.

S Support Edit

  • Shamir: Sorry for making you wait. Negotiations went long.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: That took forever.
    • Choice 2: Negotiations?
  • Shamir:
    • Choice 1: Hah. Not curious about the contract? They wanted me to stay on as a mercenary, but I said no.
    • Choice 2: Nothing to worry about. They tried convincing me to stay on as a mercenary, but I said no.
  • Shamir: I've been considering a different kind of commitment instead. Less of a contract, more of a promise.
  • Byleth: I'd like that.
  • Shamir: Good. I thought you might want to follow Fódlan tradition and exchange rings. Right. That's that. Shall we be off?
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: That was quick.
    • Choice 2: Is there anything else?
  • Shamir: What's wrong? Were you expecting more? We've been fighting together for so long. No need for words. I've said enough... Right?
  • Byleth: This is a special occasion!
  • Shamir: I can see this is important to you... Fine then. I vow to stay with you through all of life's many hardships. I will stay by your side, and you'll stay by mine. I left Dagda, crossed through Brigid, and came to Fódlan on my own. I chose the life of a mercenary, alone and free to live wherever and however I pleased... Now I'm choosing to remain here, to live the rest of my life...with you. Is that enough? Now I'm just embarrassed.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: That was...wonderful.
    • Choice 2: I'm embarrassed too...
  • Shamir: Look at us! We have no idea what to do with ourselves. But you're right. This is a special day. Now then. Are you ready to go?
  • Byleth: Let's stay a little longer.
  • Shamir: Fine. We can stay. I've already made a fool of myself. No point in trying to avoid it now. So, what else is there to talk about? Oh, right. Remember when I mentioned how much you have in common with my old partner? I don't think that's actually true. I didn't want to admit that I was attracted to you, so I convinced myself that I was just pining for the past. I was worried that revealing those feelings would ruin our friendship...
  • Shamir: Anyway. It's your turn to talk. Tell me about your past.
  • Byleth: There isn't much to tell...
  • Shamir: Hmph. You're lucky I love you, otherwise I wouldn't let you get away with an answer like that.

With Byleth (Female) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Shamir: Hey, Professor. The students seem to like you.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Not that much.
    • Choice 2: It would seem that way.
  • Shamir:
    • Choice 1: It doesn't make sense. You don't come across as particularly friendly.
    • Choice 2: Hah! And you're not modest about it. I like that.
  • Shamir: Still, I can't deny that you've got skills. It's a little strange, to be completely honest. I had my doubts, but they were right to make you a professor.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: I was surprised too.
    • Choice 2: I knew I could do it.
    • Choice 3: I'm still not sure...
  • Shamir:
    • Choice 1: I'd be suspicious of their true intentions, if I were you... Seems like it turned out just fine for you.
    • Choice 2: Oh? You're an odd one. But what's it matter? Seems like it turned out just fine for you.
    • Choice 3: Regardless, seems like it turned out fine for you.
  • Shamir: I'll admit, it's unbelievable that you used to be a mercenary. I was a merc before coming here, but I can't imagine pulling off your fancy tactician act. I freeze up near royals and nobles.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: You were a mercenary?
    • Choice 2: You're not a fan of nobles?
  • Shamir:
    • Choice 1: I was. My family had nothing when I was growing up. There were too many mouths to feed, so I left. Joined up with some mercs for the pay. The work suited me, but I never liked having to bow and scrape to our noble employers.
    • Choice 2: You deal with a lot of nobles when you're a merc. I didn't mind putting my life on the line, but I never liked having to bow and scrape to our noble employers.
  • Shamir: That's what I like about being a Knight. I get to punch all the nobles I want. Hah! I'm joking. But the knights do make a good business partner.
  • Byleth: Business partner?
  • Shamir: I don't believe in the Church of Seiros. It makes me a bit of an anomaly among the knights. Rhea took me in, so I became a knight to repay my debt to her. I may be a knight, but it still feels like I'm doing the same things I did as a merc. Who knows though? Maybe you and I will end up working together. Us knights are a pretty tough crew... I'm guessing you'd run circles around us though. I'm interested to see where your path leads you.

B Support Edit

  • Shamir: Thanks for your help out there. Battles tend to go smoother with you around.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: The same to you.
    • Choice 2: Smoother?
  • Shamir:
    • Choice 1: Heh. I think you did most of the heavy lifting.
    • Choice 2: I can count on you doing most of the heavy lifting.
  • Shamir: It may be unwise to think this way on the battlefield... But I feel I can trust your commands without question.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Why's that?
    • Choice 2: I still make mistakes.
  • Shamir:
    • Choice 1: Not sure. I might have an idea, but... Never mind.
    • Choice 2: Don't we all? But, judging by the results of our recent battles, you're clearly good at this.
  • Shamir: I've also noticed that you've been putting me in more precarious situations lately. Almost like you know I won't question your orders.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: My apologies for that.
    • Choice 2: I know I can rely on you.
  • Shamir:
    • Choice 1: No need.
    • Choice 2: Hah!
  • Shamir: I'm glad you trust me to get the job done, but still... I knew you were doing it on purpose. You're in a very important position, now that you're leader of the Imperial army. Funny to think you used to just teach at the Officers Academy. Your old students still call you "Professor." That's no title for the commander of an army.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: There's no harm in it.
    • Choice 2: I actually like it.
  • Shamir:
    • Choice 1: Relax. I was just having fun.
    • Choice 2: You'll always be their professor, huh?
  • Shamir: You sure are an interesting one. My people lost the war and I was left to wander Fódlan alone, but I guess meeting you was my prize. You look confused. Did you not know any of this? I was living in my homeland of Dagda, up until the Imperial army destroyed it 10 years ago. But, being a mercenary, I have no real allegiance. That's why I'm working here now. Don't worry though. I don't plan to turn on you.

A Support Edit

  • Shamir: It's been 10 years... Can I move on yet? Never mind. I know what you'd say.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Were you talking to someone?
    • Choice 2: What are you doing here?
  • Shamir:
    • Choice 1: In a sense. Someone who's long since passed.
    • Choice 2: I was just thinking about someone I used to know.
  • Shamir: Another mercenary I fought alongside. They were killed ten years ago when Dagda was in conflict with the Empire. It's all I can focus on lately...
  • Byleth: Why do you think that is?
  • Shamir: To be honest, I blame you. Heh. I'm just teasing. I know it's not your fault. You just remind me of him. You give off a similar air... It's uncanny. You even have the same inflection, which makes no sense because we only ever spoke Dagdan. I don't know what it is, but you feel the same to me. I guess you just remind me of the past.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: I'm sorry.
    • Choice 2: I can't really help it...
  • Shamir:
    • Choice 1: Please.
    • Choice 2: That's fair.
  • Shamir: It's not your fault. It's my fault for getting caught up in memories. Still, you always remember your first love, right? That's enough of that. There are more relevant topics to discuss.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: I suppose.
    • Choice 2: What will you do after the war?
  • Shamir:
    • Choice 1: There's no point in dwelling on the past. Let's talk about the future.
    • Choice 2: Good question. The world is completely open to me.
  • Shamir: Your next move seems apparent... But...who knows where I'll end up. Though, I may have done enough traveling for one lifetime. I like the idea of having a permanent home. And after all my time here, I've grown quite fond of Fódlan.

With Hubert Edit

C Support Edit

  • Shamir: What is it, Hubert?
  • Hubert: Nothing in particular. I was just recalling your impressive skill with a bow. I'm willing to bet you could put an arrow through the neck of an enemy general from quite a distance. In fact, to any leader's bodyguard, I would go so far as to say you pose the most dangerous kind of threat.
  • Shamir: Don't worry your fragile little self. Your lady princess is safe. I wouldn't shoot my employer.
  • Hubert: I would certainly hope not. But there are some mercenaries to whom a contract means little. And you would do well to remember that Lady Edelgard is no mere "princess." You should take care to learn the proper form of address for your employer.
  • Shamir: I said "lady." I already told you. I'm not going to break the princess's contract.
  • Hubert: What did I just say?
  • Shamir: Proper address. Right. Next time.
  • Hubert: My patience has limits, you know. For the moment, you may stand in Lady Edelgard's good graces. But if you become a problem, I will not hesitate to eliminate you.
  • Shamir: You're unstable, Hubert. Be careful who you threaten. I don't take kindly to those who get in the way of my contracts.
  • Hubert: Is that a threat?
  • Shamir: Just some advice.

B Support Edit

  • Hubert: That's the last of them.
  • ???: Argh!
  • Hubert: Another threat to Her Majesty? Who's there?
  • Shamir: It's me. You owe me for that one.
  • Hubert: Shamir. What are you doing here?
  • Shamir: Same thing you are. But I'm after a particular target. The dark side of the Knights of Seiros is proving troublesome. I should have known, having been one.
  • Hubert: I was...negligent. I had thought we'd sufficiently thinned the numbers of these scum. Seems I was mistaken. In any case, you have my thanks.
  • Shamir: Save it. Just doing my job.
  • Hubert: Even so-killing your former allies. Do you feel no remorse whatsoever?
  • Shamir: You wouldn't, so why ask?
  • Hubert: You are not me. Answer the question.
  • Shamir: What's it matter? I owed a debt to Rhea. I served in the Knights of Seiros to repay her. I repaid that debt. Now I'm here. I'm sure it was considered dishonorable of me to leave, but that's none of my concern. I have no connection to the Seiros faith, nor to the ways of Fódlan.
  • Hubert: That's right. You're from Dagda. Well, consider me glad you're on the right side. At least for the time being.
  • Shamir: You worry too much. Watch out, or it'll be the death of you.

A Support Edit

  • Shamir: All finished. Time to go.
  • Hubert: You really must stop sneaking up on me, Shamir.
  • Shamir: And what if I don't? I can take you.
  • Hubert: Maybe. Either way, it's a waste to fight an ally.
  • Shamir: We're allies now? I guess I should be more careful with you. Are you sure it was right to kill them? I believe your mistress told you to let them go.
  • Hubert: That is exactly what I will say I did. But leaving them alive would have been a mistake. I did what had to be done.
  • Shamir: Is that so? Maybe you're not just some sycophant. It takes guts to disobey a direct order.
  • Hubert: Lady Edelgard's time is rightfully occupied with a great deal of concern and contemplation. Her affairs are of far greater consequence than a trifle like this. Much rests on the decisions she makes. But little details of this kind happen to be my area of expertise. So I simply handle them. Better that than to burden her with needless debate.
  • Shamir: Logical through and through, aren't you?
  • Hubert: That is how I do things.
  • Shamir: I like people who are thorough.
  • Hubert: You seem quite thorough in your methods as well.
  • Shamir: As a rule, I am. Regarding decisions, I planned on leaving Fódlan after completing my contract... But now I'm starting to think I might stay here.
  • Hubert: Stay here? I'm forced to wonder what your intentions might be.
  • Shamir: I have no ulterior motives. I've just grown a little fond of you.
  • Hubert: Excuse me? You've what?
  • Shamir: For someone so intelligent, you're very dense. It's not just about you though. I've learned to like Lady Edelgard and most everyone else here as well. I wouldn't mind staying on to work as your specialist.
  • Hubert: It's a fine offer. But perhaps we should wait until after the war to discuss it thoroughly.
  • Shamir: Fair, but you owe me, remember?
  • Hubert: Not much I can say to that, is there?

With Caspar Edit

C Support Edit

  • Caspar: Hey, Shamir! Your archery skills were amazing the other day. I couldn't believe it when you hit all those bulls-eyes. Not a single miss!
  • Shamir: It was nothing.
  • Caspar: No way! It was incredible! You were incredible! You gotta teach me how to shoot.
  • Shamir: Maybe.
  • Caspar: That sounds like a "yes" to me! Are you free tomorrow?
  • Shamir: Maybe. No promises though.
  • Caspar: Come on, Shamir! Don't be like that! Wait. Is this because you don't think I'm good enough? That can't be it.
  • Shamir: It's nothing personal. As someone born in Dagda, I'm not very fond of the Empire.
  • Caspar: Dagda? Where is— Oh! You mean where they had that war with the Empire a few years back? The country west of Fódlan? Across the ocean. That Dagda?
  • Shamir: That Dagda. But that is behind us.
  • Caspar: I had no idea. I understand why you'd hate the Empire so much though. My father was a major general in that war. He led an entire army. If I were you, I definitely wouldn't want to train the son of someone who killed all those Dagdans...
  • Shamir: You misunderstand. I harbor no ill will toward your generation.
  • Caspar: Huh? Then what does this have to do with you teaching me how to shoot?
  • Shamir: I simply have other commitments. I don't have the time to teach everyone, so I can't make any promises.
  • Caspar: That's your reason? You're just too busy? I thought you hated me. I guess I had nothing to worry about. In that case, I'm excited to get to know you better. Let's leave all that Dagda and Empire stuff in the past.
  • [As Caspar says the last sentence, Shamir walks off-screen, only when he finishes does he notice her absence.]

B Support Edit

A Support Edit

With Petra Edit

C Support Edit

  • Petra: Shamir. You are training away from the ground of training.
  • Shamir: Ah. Petra. Well, it looks like it might rain.
  • Petra: I have understanding. Rain training can cause unhealthiness. Can I give you a question now?
  • Shamir: Sure.
  • Petra: You come from Dagda, I think. Why are you working at the monastery?
  • Shamir: You can tell I'm from Dagda? Ah, I suppose Brigid is our neighbor. As for why I work here, that's simple. I work to live. Rhea took me in when I had nowhere else to go. I'm here to repay my debt. I don't plan to return to Dadga any time soon.
  • Petra: But, Fódlan is an enemy for you, right? Are you feeling OK about that?
  • Shamir: The only ones I've fought in person are the Imperial army. I carry no ill will toward anyone else.
  • Petra: I have gratitude for your answering. You have given me understanding.
  • Shamir: How about you? Do you hate them? The Empire is your father's enemy, no? And it's Dagda's fault that Brigid got pulled into the war at all... So, do you hate Dagda? Or do you see that as none of your concern?
  • Petra: The fault is not of Dagda. My father made his own choice to be joining the war. I cannot say I have no hatred for the Empire, but I do not have any for Edelgard. When I came here, she was always helping me.
  • Shamir: Makes sense. You can hate a country without hating its people.
  • Petra: You speak with such honesty. It is very amazing.
  • Shamir: I'm not that special. I just don't let emotions get in my way.

B Support Edit

  • Petra: Shamir. Can I be having your time? There is a thought that is giving me great concern.
  • Shamir: Let's hear it, Petra.
  • Petra: If Dagda is ever invading Fódlan again, what will you be doing?
  • Shamir: Hah. I'd join the army of Dagda. I'd lay waste to Fódlan, and return to my homeland.
  • Petra: If that is the truth, then I am having one more question for you. If that was happening, and all of us were fighting for Fódlan...would you be fighting your allies in the Imperial army too?

(Alternative, if playing Azure Moon or Verdant Wind) would you be fighting us too?

  • Shamir: Of course. You expect me to die for you? You should be prepared to do the same. Your homeland would likely join Dagda.
  • Petra: So, that is your truth...
  • Shamir: Maybe...if you'd asked me five years ago.
  • Petra: Hm?
  • Shamir: I've been a mercenary since childhood. Always fighting for a bounty. If my allies didn't pay, I'd side with the enemy. It's why I became a sniper. Easier to dispose of anyone with a reward on their head. It's also why I joined the Knights of Seiros. I owned them a debt. But that's all changed.
  • Petra: You are not fighting for money now?
  • Shamir: That's right. When I see everyone fighting for Fódlan, I feel inclined to help. I won't die for the cause, but I will protect everyone. If the army of Dagda engaged you, I'd fight at your side.
  • Petra: Hearing that is giving...it gives me great joy. Until the war is finished, let us fight together.

With Dedue Edit

C Support Edit

  • Dedue: Shamir.
  • Shamir: Ah. It’s... you. What is it?
  • Dedue: I have a message from His Highness. He will meet you in front of the library tomorrow evening.
  • Shamir: Evening. Library. Front. Got it. Oh, one more thing...

(Shamir swipes at Dedue)

  • Dedue: ...
  • Shamir: A bug landed on your shoulder. Sorry if I startled you.
  • Dedue: Hm.
  • Shamir: Anything else?
  • Dedue: No.
  • Shamir: Good.
  • Dedue: You get to the point. It makes you easy to deal with.
  • Shamir: Likewise. No need to say what isn’t worth saying, right?
  • Dedue: Precisely. Few others seem to think so.
  • Shamir: Agreed.
  • Dedue: ...
  • Shamir: ...
  • Dedue: That is all. Farewell.
  • Shamir: Farewell.

B Support Edit

  • Shamir: Dutiful as ever, Dedue.
  • Dedue: What are you suggesting?
  • Shamir: You’re always busy delivering messages.
  • Dedue: You mean His Highness’s orders.
  • Shamir: Does he need you to run such trivial errands?
  • Dedue: He should not trouble himself over them. I am honored to attend His Highness, and to represent him in all matters. Ever since he saved my life, serving him has given me reason to live.
  • Shamir: Reason to live? Huh.
  • Dedue: Your relationship to the archbishop seems similar.
  • Shamir: Not quite. I joined the knights to repay a debt I owed Rhea. The debt’s been repaid, so she’s nothing more than a former employer.
  • Dedue: Then you are not motivated by loyalty.
  • Shamir: Not especially. I wouldn’t call Rhea my “reason to live.”
  • Dedue: And if a higher-paying employer comes along?
  • Shamir: I’d consider it. That’s what mercenaries do.
  • Dedue: Then yes. We are completely different.
  • Shamir: Everyone’s different. I’m not trying to criticize your loyalty. I’ve seen a lot of people like you all over the world. They don’t tend to last very long though. Try not to end up like them.
  • Dedue: Thank you for the warning.

A Support Edit

  • Dedue: Is this your dagger, Shamir?
  • Shamir: I thought I lost it in battle. Thank you. I wonder if this dagger will ever fulfill its purpose...
  • Dedue: Unexpectedly sentimental. I did not think you would be the type to let personal feelings affect you in battle.
  • Shamir: I try to think of it as just work, but I’m still human. Was there anything else?
  • Dedue: I was hoping we could chat.
  • Shamir: That’s not like you. Our only common ground is brevity. Now you want to chat? What’s gotten into you?
  • Dedue: Despite our superficial similarities, we are actually completely different. So I am interested in learning more about you.
  • Shamir: The feeling is mutual. Being born in Duscur, you’re an outsider here in Fódlan. I’ve devoted myself to Fódlan, but really I’m an outsider too. So there are some things that connect us.
  • Dedue: You are diligent. As am I.
  • Shamir: Even so, I am not like you and never could be.
  • Dedue: I could never be like you, either.
  • Shamir: That’s just how people are. Even people with deep romantic or familial connections will never be identical.
  • Dedue: That is why we should try to understand each other.
  • Shamir: Hmph. At least you’re easy to talk to. You could make a good partner for a mercenary like me.
  • Dedue: And you could make a good partner for one as devoted to the Kingdom as I.
  • Shamir: That depends on how much your master would pay.
  • Dedue: I would expect no less.
  • Shamir: Enough chatting. We should prepare for battle.
  • Dedue: Yes. We should talk again, when we have time.
  • Shamir: I’m always around.

With Claude Edit

C Support Edit

  • Claude: Ahhh, there's really no better place for my midday nap than under the shade of a nice, big tree...The twittering of the little birds...Hmm, it's like they're singing a lullaby just for me...BAH! Is that a dagger?! Am I being ambushed?!
  • Shamir: Claude. Why are you lazing about? You should be training.
  • Claude: Shamir! Was this your doing? Talk about unfriendly...Another inch and you would have sliced my handsome nose clean off my roguishly beautiful face!
  • Shamir: But I didn't. Fortunately for you.
  • Claude: You know...if you wanted to give me a talking to, you could have done so with your words instead. That's how most people do the talking thing.
  • Shamir: Conversation was not my intention.
  • Claude: Wh-what then—a prank? That's not better! I thought we were under attack. I could have died from the shock.
  • Shamir: Look closely at the dagger.
  • Claude: Is that... Riiight. There's a poor spider impaled on it.
  • Shamir: A poisonous spider. The tiniest bite from which can cause fever, headache, and relentless vomiting. Or worse.
  • Claude: Yikes. I guess this little guy is more vicious than he looks.
  • Shamir: I noticed it descending towards your face.
  • Claude: Ah. So you saved me from a certain doom. Well, in that case, I'm sorry for questioning your motives. I promise to repay the favor someday.
  • Shamir: I'll keep that in mind.
  • Claude: Wow. So that's what the greatest sniper of all the knights is capable of. Absolutely incredible...

C+ Support Edit

  • Shamir: Hah! Heh.
  • Claude: Impressive as ever! It's always satisfying to see such skill in motion.
  • Shamir: It's nothing to boast about. Just part of the job.
  • Claude: Sure, but I hear there isn't a knight out there who can match your skill at reconnaissance and infiltration missions.
  • Shamir: Don't forget assassination and coercion. Is there someone you need killed?
  • Claude: Ooh, so violent! Why would you jump to that conclusion?
  • Shamir: You went out of your way to find me. I thought you might need a favor.
  • Claude: Sorry to disappoint, but I didn't come to request an assassination. I just want to talk.
  • Shamir: With me?
  • Claude: Of course. You've piqued my interest for a while now. A little birdie told me you were born in Dagda. Is that true? That's pretty far away, beyond even Brigid in the west. So...what brought you to Fódlan?
  • Shamir: I worked as a mercenary in Dagda. That is, until I was defeated in battle against the Empire and left for dead.
  • Claude: I see. I'm surprised they didn't take you as their prisoner.
  • Shamir: I know how to conceal myself.
  • Claude: Yeah, of course you do. Still, with your particular skill set, couldn't you make your way back to Dagda whenever you please?
  • Shamir: That is true. I could return if I really wanted. But Rhea took me in and I owe her a debt. I also don't hate it here. For now, this is where I belong.
  • Claude: Where you belong, eh? That's heavy stuff. I wonder if this is where I really belong...
  • Shamir: I wouldn't know. You need to figure that out yourself.

B Support Edit

  • Claude: Ha! Hm. Not bad.
  • Shamir: You're quite skilled.
  • Claude: Shamir? What a rare treat for you to start a conversation for a change!
  • Shamir: Is it?
  • Claude: It's not possible you came to ask for my help with something. Could it be you want to become closer friends?
  • Shamir: Don't flatter yourself.
  • Claude: That's cruel... You could have at least hesitated a beat before answering.
  • Shamir: Last we spoke, you were questioning whether or not you belong here.
  • Claude: You remember that, do you? Well, yes, I do think this is where I belong. For now. I have things that I want to achieve, and I can only do that by staying right where I am. That said, once I've done what I'm here to do... It's hard to say whether I'll stay or leave. I might end up searching for another place to belong.
  • Shamir: That is true for most people. Life would be tedious if we knew what lies ahead. Whether or not you belong in a place can change at any time. As soon as you settle in somewhere new, you begin to question your decision.
  • Claude: That's true. I guess trying things out and searching for our own path is what life is about. And both of our paths led us here. This is where we belong right now. Even if it's just a temporary coincidence, we should cherish it while it lasts.
  • Shamir: What are you going on about now?
  • Claude: I'm just saying we should make the most of this time we have together, since we don't know how long it'll last. Once it's gone, it might never come back. Right?
  • Shamir: Is this your sad attempt at flirting? I will admit, you're an interesting one.

A Support Edit

  • Claude: Do you remember this place? This is where your dagger almost took my nose off.
  • Shamir: Ah yes. The poisonous spider.
  • Claude: You really scared me senseless back then. I thought I was about to die.
  • Shamir: I would not take a life without reason.
  • Claude: Ever since then I've been intrigued by you. Somehow I keep returning to this spot.
  • Shamir: For a nap, I'm sure.
  • Claude: Ha! You see right through me, don't you? But it's true that I think about you a lot. What are you going to do once the war is over? Have you decided on your next place to belong?
  • Shamir: I haven't given it much thought.
  • Claude: Will you go back to Dagda?
  • Shamir: There is no one waiting for me there, and no reason to hurry back. Besides, I've grown accustomed to the nomadic lifestyle. I can make do wherever I find myself. Though, I may be interested in visiting Almyra.
  • Claude: Almyra? That's a bit out of nowhere.
  • Shamir: It's as far from my homeland as possible. That's reason enough for me. And you? Where will you go?
  • Claude: Oh, I haven't decided anything just yet... But if you're heading to Almyra, maybe I should pay a visit to Dagda.
  • Shamir: Why would you do that?
  • Claude: Because it's where you grew up. That certainly warrants a look. And once we've both seen our fill, how about we plan to meet back up somewhere in Fódlan?
  • Shamir: And do what?
  • Claude: We can tell each other where we're headed next. Who knows? We might find ourselves belonging in the same place again. Though if we do, I hope it'll turn out to be more permanent than this temporary coincidence.
  • Shamir: Heh. We can decide where we belong when we get there.
  • Claude: True. The future's more fun when you don't know what it holds. I look forward to finding out, Shamir.

With Raphael Edit

C Support Edit

B Support Edit

A Support Edit

A+ Support Edit

With Ignatz Edit

C Support Edit

  • Ignatz: Phew, today's training was murder... Ah, Shamir! I have a question for you.
  • Shamir: ...
  • Ignatz: Um... Shamir?
  • Shamir: ...
  • Ignatz: Oh, I suppose she's meditating or something. Never mind then, I guess...
  • Shamir: Where are you going?
  • Ignatz: Agh! Shamir?
  • Shamir: Don't you have a question?
  • Ignatz: Uh, n-no! It's not important.
  • Shamir: I'm finished meditating. Speak.
  • Ignatz: Ah, no, it's not... You're probably tired anyway.
  • Shamir: Always be willing to speak and ask questions. Understood?
  • Ignatz: Y-yes, understood. I'll remember that for next time.
  • Shamir: Next time?
  • Ignatz: Um, yes, I'm OK for today. Sorry to disturb you. I'll be leaving now.
  • [Ignatz walks off-screen.]
  • Shamir: Why must he be so difficult?

B Support Edit

A Support Edit

With Leonie Edit

C Support Edit

  • Leonie: Why am I so off? Yesterday wasn't like this. Some days, I just can't seem to hit anything.
  • Shamir: Your mind, body, and technique are not synchronized. Find harmony between the three. You lack experience. You'll improve if you practice.
  • Leonie: Now that you mention it, Shamir, how come I've never seen you train? Do you keep odd hours? Or are you just so good that you don't even need it anymore?
  • Shamir: I am always training. Look here.
  • Leonie: A dagger?
  • Shamir: Watch.
  • Leonie: Wow, nice throw! That was a long one! But does throwing knives at pillars really count as shooting practice?
  • Shamir: Look closely.
  • Leonie: Is that—a centipede?! You pierced it clean in half! How did you even see that?!
  • Shamir: I train everything. Eyes. Speed. Accuracy. Watch as the bird flies. Feel the wind. Recognize the distance between objects. Not all training requires a weapon. Integrate training into your daily routine.
  • Leonie: My daily routine, huh? That's great advice! Thanks. I'll do my best.
  • Shamir: Very good. Just be cautious.

B Support Edit

  • Shamir: I heard what you did. I'm disappointed, Leonie.
  • Leonie: Um, hi, Shamir. What have you heard exactly?
  • Shamir: You aimed your bow at a group of students passing through the monastery. Was this your idiotic idea of training? I told you to be cautious.
  • Leonie: I'm sorry. Idiotic's a bit harsh though, isn't it?
  • Shamir: What were you planning on doing after you took aim? Shooting passersby? Of course not. If you want to train, choose a target you can actually shoot.
  • Leonie: I know. Everyone was pretty mad. I really am sorry.
  • Shamir: Nobody's happy to have a bow pointed at them.
  • Leonie: My mentor used to do that kind of thing a lot.
  • Shamir: Mentor? Was that Jeralt? I don't know much about him. Would he really do that?
  • Leonie: Would and did. Mostly when he was drunk though.
  • Shamir: Not a good habit to emulate. From now on, only aim at bugs. Like I showed you.
  • Leonie: But, um, I don't...really like bugs.
  • Shamir: You don't like bugs? That should make you want to aim at them even more.
  • Leonie: I just can't look at them. Seeing all the extra legs, and things. Ugh! Makes my skin crawl.
  • Shamir: Then just draw some spiders and hang them on the walls. Aim at the drawings whenever you pass one. Overcome your fear of bugs while you train.
  • Leonie: You want me to draw spiders?! Ew, no! Would that even help?
  • Shamir: Yes. I should know.
  • Leonie: Huh? You were scared of them too?
  • Shamir: I was, but they don't bother me anymore.
  • Leonie: OK, you've talked me into it. I'll give it a try.
  • Shamir: And don't hang them where other people might pass.
  • Leonie: Got it! Got it. Learned my lesson. Promise.
  • Shamir: I'm choosing to believe that.

A Support Edit

  • Leonie: Guess that's enough for now.
  • Shamir: You're improving, Leonie. No doubt a result of your new training routine.
  • Leonie: Right, about that. I've been doing everything you said, but...
  • Shamir: Something wrong?
  • Leonie: Not with my archery, but... I'm not getting any better at dealing with bugs. Even with all the practice, I just can't bring myself to look at a real live spider.
  • Shamir: You're still aiming at the spiders I instructed you to draw? Let me see one.
  • Leonie: Sure. Here.
  • Shamir: I— What is this?
  • Leonie: What do you mean, what is it?! It's a spider!
  • Shamir: Ah, yes. I-I see no. It's quite— Well, it's— Hahaha!
  • Leonie: What's so funny?!
  • Shamir: Haaah! Phew... I'm sorry. I lost my composure for a moment there. Your drawing is absolutely ridiculous.
  • Leonie: Ridiculous?! That's what they look like, isn't it?!
  • Shamir: Do you know how many legs a spider has? Or what its body looks like? Or ever seen one at all?
  • Leonie: I just told you I can't even look at the little monsters!
  • Shamir: A lack of subtlety no doubt learned from your former mentor. Regardless, aiming at this target won't help you overcome your fears. Here, use one of my drawings instead. Consider it an apology for my outburst.
  • Leonie: Ohh... Why'd you have to be so detailed?!
  • Shamir: This much detail is necessary if you wish to identify your enemy's weak points.
  • Leonie: Ew, it's too much! I can't stand the sight of it!
  • Shamir: This is guaranteed to help overcome your fears and improve your archery in the process.
  • Leonie: So, archery's secondary now, is it?
  • Shamir: You want to be a peerless mercenary, right? You'll never accomplish that if you're afraid of something innocuous as a bug.
  • Leonie: When you put it that way, I guess I'll have to. OK, Shamir, you've talked me into it. First I'll take out the drawings, and then I'll move on to the real thing!
  • Shamir: Excellent. I look forward to seeing fewer spiders around here.

With Alois Edit

C Support Edit

  • Shamir: Mission accomplished. Let's pack up and get out of here.
  • Alois: Uh, yes, let's.
  • Shamir: ...
  • Alois: ...
  • Shamir: What's wrong? You don't seem like your usual self.
  • Alois: Oh, I'm still the same old Alois! Come on, let's head back before nightfall.
  • Shamir: Don't try to hide it. You're making it obvious.
  • Alois: ...
  • Shamir: ...
  • Alois: Shamir, can I ask you a stupid question?
  • Shamir: That depends on how stupid it is.
  • Alois: You're a skilled sniper. You've completed countless missions. And in the process, you've taken countless lives.
  • Shamir: Correct. And your point?
  • Alois: After a mission, do you ever think about the people you killed?
  • Shamir: Never.
  • Alois: I see... I guess that's the best way, huh? There's no point dwelling on it.
  • Shamir: ...
  • Alois: ...
  • Shamir: After all the lives you've taken, why worry about it now?
  • Alois: I've got everything packed up. I'm going to head back now. You should head home as well, before it gets too dark.
  • [Alois leaves.]
  • Shamir: What a tiresome man.

B Support Edit

A Support Edit

With Catherine Edit

C Support Edit

  • Catherine: ...And he said, "I don't even have a horse!" Pretty funny story, huh?
  • Shamir: ...
  • Catherine: What is it, Shamir? You're not laughing! Didn't you think it was funny?
  • Shamir: Sure.
  • Catherine: So then, laugh! You could stand to be a little friendlier, you know.
  • Shamir: Do I need to be?
  • Catherine: What do you mean, "need to be"? Friendship isn't about obligation. You could try being a bit warmer. Like when I first met you, I took the time to introduce myself an make friendly conversation... And you just said, "Hi, I'm Shamir." I remember thinking that you wouldn't be easy to get along with.
  • Shamir: Now that's funny. I remember thinking you were just another knight who loved the sound of her own voice. You know, the type who's all talk, but useless in battle.
  • Catherine: Well, that's a bit harsh. Did you really think that?
  • Shamir: Yes.
  • Catherine: Hmph. But you changed your mind when you saw me in action?
  • Shamir: I did. You're surprisingly strong.
  • Catherine: Well, even though you had zero charm, you did a nice job of supporting me. Now I know that you'll always have my back. In fact, maybe I should take it easy and let you handle all the fighting.
  • Shamir: It sounds like I'm going to be doing a lot more work around here.
  • Catherine: We make a pretty good team. At any rate, we're bound together, so we better try to get along! Don't you think, partner?
  • Shamir: If that's how you see it, I can't disagree.

B Support Edit

  • Shamir: That battle was a decent challenge, but when push came to shove, they didn't have a chance.
  • Catherine: Before long, all of the church's enemies will have been destroyed.
  • Shamir: You must really love worshiping the church. Or is it just Rhea?
  • Catherine: Lady Rhea. You're the only one in the knights who doesn't address her with the proper respect. It's not just that I worship Lady Rhea. I respect her, admire her, revere her...
  • Shamir: I don't get the Seiros religion. Or Rhea.
  • Catherine: Shamir. If you were anyone else, I would cut you down for saying that. She saved your life.
  • Shamir: She did, and that's why I fight for her. Doesn't mean I worship her.
  • Catherine: You never change. You're so stubborn.
  • Shamir: You're the stubborn one. When we're on missions related to Rhea, it's like you're wearing blinders. Now that she's been rescued, your carelessness is probably just going to get you killed. Wanting to help her is admirable, but you'll be of no use if you get yourself killed.

(Alternative) Now that she's been rescued, your carelessness is probably just going to get you killed.

  • Catherine: I don't plan on getting killed. And it's not that I'm wearing blinders-I'm just focused. I've devoted my heart to Lady Rhea. She's the reason I wield my sword. As long as you don't get killed or cause me any trouble, I don't really care.
  • Catherine: So my death would "cause you trouble"?
  • Shamir: That's not what I meant.
  • Catherine: Let's give it a rest. There's no point in arguing.
  • Shamir: Fine. But I want you to know something... It's not easy to put your life in the hands of someone who doesn't share your beliefs.
  • Catherine: I understand. I think we can both agree on that.

A Support Edit

  • Catherine: Hey.
  • Shamir: We don't need to have this conversation.
  • Catherine:You don't know what I was going to say!
  • Shamir: Something about our vastly different approaches to life.
  • Catherine: Fine, then. We don't need to talk about it.
  • Shamir: ...
  • Catherine: ... Actually-
  • Shamir: Really I-
  • Catherine: Sorry, you go first.
  • Shamir: I was gonna say I'd hear you out.
  • Catherine: OK. Let's talk about it. I will be faithful to Lady Rhea until I die. If I had to choose between you and her, I would choose her every time. I assume that disqualifies me from being your partner.
  • Shamir: Between you and Rhea, I'd choose you. But between you and me, I'd choose me. That probably disqualifies me from being your partner too.
  • Catherine: Well, no. I'm quite fond of being alive. I don't intend to sacrifice my life, either. If it came down to you or me, I'd choose...
  • Shamir: Huh.
  • Catherine: What's wrong?
  • Shamir: Nothing. You're not like the rest of the knights.
  • Catherine: Maybe someday you'll have to take a path that diverges from ours. What if we went to war with your country?
  • Shamir: Heh. It is a possibility.
  • Catherine: Maybe I shouldn't be thinking like that. The future is one of the great mysteries of life.
  • Shamir: We can worry about it when the time comes... But until our paths diverge, you're my partner. And I couldn't ask for a better one.
  • Catherine: You got that right! I'm the best there is.

A+ Support Edit

  • Catherine: You're safe. I'm so relieved.
  • Shamir: I was just on a mission. What's gotten into you?
  • Catherine: I'm sorry. I've been thinking about the last time we talked.
  • Shamir: About our paths diverging.
  • Catherine: I've been a little afraid since then. Afraid that you might quit the knights.
  • Shamir: The terrible "Thunder Catherine," afraid? I thought you weren't afraid of anything.
  • Catherine: I kinda thought so too. I realized that I might actually lose you someday. And that's...scarier than I expected. I've never felt this way about anyone other than Lady Rhea.
  • Shamir: You seem very passionate about this.
  • Catherine: I guess so. I have many brothers and sisters in arms, but you're my only partner. I know you have my back, so I can focus on the battle in front of me.
  • Shamir: I see... Catherine, I have to tell you something. I...lost my first partner. Which is why I can make no guarantees that this will last forever. But I want you to know there's no one I would rather have at my side. I could never sever my bond with you. If there ever comes a day when our paths do diverge, know that I'll always be with you.
  • Catherine: Thank you. I lost someone too. I thought we'd be together forever, but our lives went in different directions. Relationships are so fragile.
  • Shamir: Of course... But that's enough of that. I can't stand any more of your vulnerable side.
  • Catherine: Ah! Sorry, partner. Hope I didn't worry you. I lost hold of myself there.
  • Shamir: No need to apologize. It's what partners are for. If you'd like, we can start planning our next move.
  • Catherine: Next move? What do you mean?
  • Shamir: We can wed if you're that worried about losing me. Though, I may tire of your company. You look a bit red. What's the matter, partner?
  • Catherine: That was just...unexpected! If you'll excuse me, I need some fresh air...

With Cyril Edit

C Support Edit

B Support Edit

A Support Edit

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