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Lowen & Rebecca
Level C:
| LOWEN: | Rebecca! |
| REBECCA: | Ah... Hello, sir. Are you well? |
| LOWEN: | No, Rebecca, ...I am not. I am a mere soldier, undecorated and unlauded. To be honest, I am no more than an attendant knight. |
| REBECCA: | Oh, but that's absurd! Sir Lowen, you are a fine knight! Why, I remember it so well... Countless hundreds of bandits had descended on our village... |
| LOWEN: | Please... There were ten at most... |
| REBECCA: | In the heat of the moment, it felt like many more! |
| LOWEN: | Hmm... |
| REBECCA: | Anyway, just as their fiendish grip on our village began to tighten, you appeared, Sir Lowen, on your white steed... |
| LOWEN: | But...my horse is sorrel. |
| REBECCA: | This is the way I prefer to remember it, milord. Please don't ruin it by correcting me! |
| LOWEN: | Hmm... |
| REBECCA: | So you appeared astride your mighty steed to save us from the bandits, and I was overcome with joy... |
Level B:
| REBECCA: | Sir Lowen! |
| LOWEN: | Rebecca? How did you find me here? |
| REBECCA: | Oh, that was easy! I asked Marcus, and he told me right away! How are you feeling today, Sir Lowen? |
| LOWEN: | I am full of vigor! If only my skill matched my enthusiasm today. Lord Marcus reprimanded me several times during our march. |
| REBECCA: | Yes, I saw that. Lord Marcus is a bit severe, isn't he? |
| LOWEN: | No, not at all! It is more than I deserve for my incompetence! My spear arm is still unsteady, and I must sadly wonder if I will ever be of use to this army. |
| REBECCA: | How can you say that? Sir Lowen, you are so commanding in the saddle! |
| LOWEN: | For now, I'm nothing but an inconvenience to Lord Eliwood! I must become stronger! Beginning today, I will triple the number of my practice spear thrusts! |
| REBECCA: | You... You're shouting. You know...I really think you try hard enough already. Here, take this... In grattitude for saving my village. |
| LOWEN: | What is this? |
| REBECCA: | I preserved some home-cooked meals for you to eat in the field. They should supplement your emergency rations nicely, Sir Lowen. |
| LOWEN: | How did you know about my emergency rations? Have you asked a fortune-teller about me, or... |
| REBECCA: | Lord Marcus told me. |
| LOWEN: | Ah, yes! Of course he did! Lord Marcus!! How is it that you know everything!? ...Regardless, thank you, Rebecca. |
| REBECCA: | Sure, and I'll bring plenty more! |
Level A:
| LOWEN: | Rebecca!! |
| REBECCA: | Sir Lowen? |
| LOWEN: | Are you all right? |
| REBECCA: | Why, yes... Wh-What is it, Sir Lowen? |
| LOWEN: | You seem...unhurt... Thank goodness...I'm so glad...you're safe... |
| REBECCA: | Yes, I am perfectly fine... Why did you think I was-- |
| LOWEN: | I had a foul premonition... I have a sense of these things. And, well, I just...do care about you...so much... |
| REBECCA: | Ah... |
| LOWEN: | It was three years ago, Rebecca, that I lost my grandfather. Six months ago, my father. So, Rebecca, I beg you, please be careful! |
| REBECCA: | Yes, of course... I just didn't know... Sir Lowen...that you cared... |
| LOWEN: | Oh...! |
| REBECCA: | Well, this is a little awkward. But...it makes me very happy. |
| LOWEN: | Yes, well... Err... I... |
| REBECCA: | ... |
| LOWEN: | ...... |
| REBECCA: | So, umm... |
| LOWEN: | Yes? |
| REBECCA: | That premonition you get...what's it like? It must be a truly terrible feeling... |
| LOWEN: | Well...it's actually just... It's a...a terrible rumbling in my stomach... |
| REBECCA: | ...Huh? |
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