Guy & Louise

Level C:

GUY:	......
LOUISE:	I wonder if that's enough...
GUY:	Wha--!?
LOUISE:	Don't move.
GUY:	Huh?
LOUISE:	...... Hold for just a moment longer.
GUY:	What are you talking about?
LOUISE:	Yes. That will do it.
GUY:	Answer me! Who are you!?
LOUISE:	I am Countess Reglay, but you can call me Louise. I will be fighting by your side, so let's try to be more civil.
GUY:	......Hunh. All right then... I mean, hold on! What were you doing behind me just now?!
LOUISE:	I fixed your hair.
GUY:	My hair?
LOUISE:	Yes. You now have lovely braids. That's all I did.
GUY:	Oh. My hair, huh?
LOUISE:	Now, if you'll excuse me...
GUY:	She's gorgeous...but so strange...

Level B:

LOUISE:	I have traveled far and wide with Count Pent before, but I have never been to Sacae. Those vast plains and warm, dry winds... It sounds like a place of wonderful freedom. I understand people live like families in their tribes.
GUY:	...Yes. My tribe is my family.
LOUISE:	Guy, why did you leave your home?
GUY:	I wanted to master the art of the sword. The warriors of Kutolah only ride horses and shoot bows. That is fine for some, but I far prefer the feel of a hilt in my hand. So I just decided, "From this day forth, I'm a swordsman!" And I left my tribe and began my training. That was three years ago.
LOUISE:	Three years, you say? Don't you miss your family, traveling alone all this time?
GUY:	Surely you jest! I am a proud warrior of Sacae!
LOUISE:	Hmmf. That you are, most certainly.
GUY:	I will become a grand knight! But until that day comes, I will not return home!
LOUISE:	Then I wish you luck ...Indeed. What kind of person is your mother?
GUY:	You know... The usual. She is not beautiful and refined like you, though...
LOUISE:	But surely she is a fine woman.
GUY:	Why do you say that?
LOUISE:	Well, it's easy to see. She has raised such a fine son. If only Lord Pent and I could have children... We would love to see them grow strong and brave like you, Guy.
GUY:	Hey... Stop treating me like a child!
LOUISE:	Hahaha. Forgive me. ...But, Guy... You do think of your mother sometimes, don't you?
GUY:	Well, I...
LOUISE:	Don't you?
GUY:	Well, sometimes... But hardly ever, really!
LOUISE:	Hahaha.
GUY:	Don't laugh at me!