Oswin & Serra

Level C:

SERRA:	OK, let's see... Saint Elmine, praise be your graces. Please ensure that no one dies in this battle. Please grant me speed to heal my allies' wounds. And, um, what else...
OSWIN:	......
SERRA:	I want Hector to give me a lot of gold, and I want to get all the good food and only ever have to do the fun jobs, and I want a servant who does whatever I say, and everyone should worship me and give me things, add...uhh...
OSWIN:	This is an unorthodox prayer. Does it go on much longer?
SERRA:	Lord Oswin!? Ohhh... Were you listening that whole time?
OSWIN:	I have orders for you from Lord Hector. You must join the healers on the front line...
SERRA:	What!? You're joking.
OSWIN:	Joking?
SERRA:	you want me to be right up in the front, where all the swords and axes and spears are? Why should I be up there?
OSWIN:	...In a normal fight, you wouldn't. But this time's different. Lord Hector and Lord Eliwood are on the front line. If we, their retainers, do not help them, then what are we? Perhaps you convinced Hector to go easy on you last time? Not this time. Go to the front lines and do as you are told.
SERRA:	...Yes, m'lord...

Level B:

OSWIN:	Serra.
SERRA:	Ah, Lord Oswin! What is it? Oh! I know! You came here to praise me!
OSWIN:	...Why would you say that?
SERRA:	For my efforts... Because I'm trying so hard, right? I was out healing on the front lines and everything earlier. You saw how good I was, healing all our troops! And, and, and...
OSWIN:	Quiet, child. What you did was no more then expected.
SERRA:	What?
OSWIN:	It is your duty to heal those who are hurt. And any evaluation of your own success is trivial.
SERRA:	What does that mean?
OSWIN:	Your words and actions are bad for morale. I ask you as a fellow Ostian, behave yourself.
SERRA:	Wh-What? Has someone been saying bad things about me? It's just jealousy, I tell you!
OSWIN:	I am the one saying these things.
SERRA:	Oh...
OSWIN:	Your lack of control is harming others. From now on, exercise some discipline.
SERRA:	......Yes...m'lord.

Level A:

OSWIN:	Serra.
SERRA:	......
OSWIN:	What? What's wrong? Why don't you answer?
SERRA:	......
OSWIN:	Serra!? Can't you speak!?
SERRA:	...... You...hate me...don't you?
OSWIN:	What are you talking about?
SERRA:	...I want to talk to you, but... all you ever do is tell me everything I'm doing wrong... You don't like anything I do, right? So... So... ... ... ... ... ......sniff...
OSWIN:	How has it come to this? Perhaps I have been stern in the past. But I always had your interests in mind.
SERRA:	...Sniff Sniff... ......It's fine... It's my own fault for being so foolish. It's no wonder you all hate me so.
OSWIN:	...Sigh... No ones hates you...
SERRA:	......Oh?
OSWIN:	Our soldiers are all quite taken with you, in fact.
SERRA:	......
OSWIN:	Why, even the enemy soldiers seem smitten by your charms. That's why I asked you to lay low.
SERRA:	...I thought... you hated me... But...maybe you really like me? Maybe that's why you're so mean?
OSWIN:	I did not intend to be mean.
SERRA:	So you do like me? Ahh, what should I do? I have taken the vows of chastity!
OSWIN:	You see...this is what I was talking about...
SERRA:	You look old, but you're still in your thirties, right? Fourteen years apart, huh? Hey, that's not so bad!!
OSWIN:	What? Woman, what in the name of all that--
SERRA:	Oh, Lord Oswin, I am so happy to know how you feel! And I will certainly give it great consideration. Just wait for my answer! Hee hee hee...
OSWIN:	...How I feel? Ooooh...