Welcome to fireemblemtournament! I'll be running specific Fire Emblem tournaments and polls here, with a focus on the newer games but open to all!
The first tournament to start off with will be for Best Three Houses character, with this mostly being based on personality/story etc rather than gameplay.
All characters with portraits will be included, but feel free to submit propaganda for your favorites!
I want to give people a chance to follow and submit things, so a deadline will be announced soon - we're probably looking at a week or a week and a half from now!
Some time after the war, Dedue and Annette exchanged wedding vows in a modest ceremony and then settled down to a life in Fhirdiad. For them, life after marriage stayed much the same as before. Dedue continued his duty to King Dimitri, and Annette took up a teaching position at Fhirdiad's school of sorcery. Though each gave the other space for the work that was important to them, they made sure to spend much of their free time together, and to bond over the cooking and housework.
Cyril/Lysithea
Lysithea returned home to help her parents restore their family land. Years later, when their work was at an end, she journeyed to Garreg Mach to inform the church of her decision to relinquish House Ordelia's claim to nobility. There she encountered Cyril, who had since graduated from the Officers Academy and joined the Knights of Seiros. During their reunion, Cyril confessed his love to Lysithea and asked her to marry him. She declined, at first, due to her shortened lifespan, but in the face of Cyril's insistence, she chose to spend what days she had remaining together with him. Where they went is unknown, but it is said that, for however long it lasted, they were happy.
Which paired ending is better?
Dedue/Annette
Cyril/Lysithea
Voting ended onJul 15
Support chain transcripts under the cut because I know those often colour people's feelings on the endings:
Dedue and Annette
C
Annette: Agh! No! Oh no - oh no - oh no! Please tell me that wasn't the pan…
Dedue: What was that noise?
Annette: Dedue! Well, as you can see…the pan kind of… exploded. Just a little.
Dedue: How did you manage that?
Annette: I looked away for a moment and the pan just went BOOM! Ugh, I'm grateful nothing caught fire, but now the kitchen is a mess.
Dedue: Are you hurt?
Annette: Oh, no. I just got a little spooked. Heh, I really lucked out, didn't I? That could have turned out much worse.
Dedue: Indeed. But do not turn your back next time. Your life could depend on it.
Annette: Right. Sorry. I'll be more careful from now on.
Dedue: Let me help you.
Annette: Huh?
Dedue: I will help you clean up.
Annette: No! I can't let you do that! This is all my fault. You shouldn't have to help me.
Dedue: I have time. Let's fix this quickly. We will need to prepare more food before the others arrive at the dining hall.
Annette: Oh, you're right. So, after we clean up, you're also gonna… help me cook?
Dedue: You object?
Annette: Of course not! I'm just so sorry to bother you with this.
B
Annette: Hi, Dedue! I wanted to thank you again for helping me out the other day. Everything was ready in time for dinner, and we all agreed the food was really tasty!
Dedue: I barely did anything.
Annette: That's silly talk! With just a few ingredients, you made an amazing meal! I could never have done it, no way. You deserve all the praise in the world!
Dedue: I still have much to learn. Truly delicious food brings a smile to people's faces. Until I see His Highness smile that way, I will spare no effort to improve.
Annette: Well, if that's your aim, you're in luck! I've seen him shovel in your food with gusto. You must be really ambitious if you're not satisfied with that meal. I'd love for you to teach me your ways. I want to be a great cook, too!
Dedue: Your skills are not the problem. You merely make errors of negligence.
Annette: Well, sure… I know that. But how can I stop making those errors? No matter how hard I try, I always seem to mess things up. The pan explodes when I cook. I forget my purse when I go shopping. That's just how life is for a scatterbrain like me. Just the other day I was nearly laughed off the training ground for wearing mismatched shoes! My uncle used to sigh in despair when he saw me messing something up.
Dedue: You simply fail to pay attention to your surroundings. Ensure the pan is on the flame, and that the knives are put away properly. Look at yourself in the mirror before you go out to make certain you have what you need. Everyone makes mistakes, but yours should be easy enough to correct.
Annette: That's all great advice. Thank you, Dedue! You really have a kind heart. At first I thought you were so stern all the time.
Dedue: Am I that imposing?
Annette: Uh. Well. A bit? Maybe if you smiled sometimes. All you have to do is lift up the corners of your mouth, like this. See?
Dedue: I see. I - will try it.
B+
Dedue: Forgive me.
Annette: Hehe, it's fine! Honestly, it's pretty funny when you think about it.
Dedue: I did not expect the horse to react so violently when I approached.
Annette: No kidding! And I didn't expect the two of us to get covered in hay!
Dedue: Animals have never taken to me. It must be as you said - my face is the problem. I have not honed my smile well enough. I deeply regret the trouble I've caused you.
Annette: Don't be ridiculous! And especially don't be sad. It's no trouble at all, I promise. Everyone makes mistakes. Isn't that what you've been trying to teach me?
Dedue: Yes, I suppose so.
Annette: It does look like this will take a while to clean up. But if we work together, it'll be done in no time!
Dedue: I am truly sorry.
Annette: Don't apologize. When it's your turn for stable duty, I'm happy to help.
Dedue: Really?
Annette: Sure! And in return, you can help me out when I'm on kitchen duty.
Dedue: Of course.
Annette: By the way, I tried out all that stuff you mentioned before. About how not to be a scatterbrain. I'm still pretty hopeless, but thanks to you, I'm making fewer mistakes. It's probably not a good idea for me to be left alone around knives and boiling water though. That's why it'll be nice knowing you have my back!
Dedue: You have changed.
Annette: Huh?
Dedue: You no longer fear asking me for help. You simply ask. And now, when the need arises, I will rely on you too.
A
Annette: Agh! I'm sorry! So sorry!
Dedue: What is it, Annette?
Annette: I completely forgot that it's my turn for kitchen duty today! Huh? Dedue… did you do all the kitchen prep already?
Dedue: Kitchen duty is mine today.
Annette: What? But… did I get the day wrong?
Dedue: Yes. Yours is tomorrow.
Annette: Oh! Haha, I'm so sorry! Wow, I really am something else…
Dedue: These things happen.
Annette: Hahaha!
Dedue: Is something funny?
Annette: Oh, no. I was just happy. You see… my uncle is really strict. He wanted me to be perfect at cooking, studying, cooking, washing…everything, really. He said if I wasn't perfect, as a knight's daughter, I'd be devaluing my Crest. Whenever I messed up he'd look so mad… and he'd sigh, like he'd just lost his faith in humanity.
Dedue: That is harsh.
Annette: Oh, I know he loved me and all… he was just kind of scary. But you've helped me out and been patient with me without getting mad. I'm just so happy! Thank you, Dedue.
Dedue: I have hardly done anything.
Annette: You know what? You remind me of my father. You look scary at first glance, but you're actually really kind!
Dedue: Is that so…
Annette: Oh, right! Let me help you with something, if that's okay with you! What are you cooking today? Hopefully, I can chip in…
Dedue: It is a meat dish from Faerghus.
Annette: Uh… I'm still a complete klutz, so I'm not going to be in the way, am I?
Dedue: Not at all. I was hoping that the food I made would bring a smile to your face.
Annette: Oh, wow. That's…
Dedue: …
Annette: Haha, well then! I can't wait for dinnertime!
Dedue: Good.
-
Cyril and Lysithea
C
Cyril: Hmm, this one oughta do.
Lysithea: Uh, what are you doing, Cyril?
Cyril: I'm picking out logs to carry back and chop into firewood.
Lysithea: You can't expect to carry all these by yourself. Let me help.
Cyril: Nah, I got it. I don't want ya getting hurt. Logs are heavy sometimes.
Lysithea: I'm well aware. You should accept the help being offered. I'm older and wiser - I know best.
Cyril: Um, Lysithea, ya seem a but shaky. You okay?
Lysithea: Yep, totally fine. I'm just kinda losing my grip on this log. Agh! Well, that wasn't much help, as it turned out. I didn't realize they'd be that heavy. Couldn't even walk in a straight line…
Cyril: I told ya, logs are heavy sometimes. It's hard work if you're not used to it.
Lysithea: I feel foolish.
Cyril: Well, if you've learned your lesson, I'm gonna go carry the older logs.
Lysithea: Hang on - shouldn't you rest for a bit?
Cyril: Wood still needs chopping. I got a buncha other stuff needs doing before sundown, too.
Lysithea: In that case, let me help you carry the chopped wood!
Cyril: You know how rough firewood is? You'll get splinters if ya carry it with your soft hands.
Lysithea: You can't be serious!
Cyril: You're just not cut out for this kinda work. Look at your hands, they're like a princess's. No point in you learning to chop wood, is there? You don't need to know how to do that stuff. You and me live in different worlds. There's no point lowering yourself down into mine.
Lysithea: Our worlds aren't so different. We're together right now, aren't we?
Cyril: Sure, we live in the same places now, but that's not gonna last forever. Don't see how it could, unless I actually turned into your little brother or something.
B
Lysithea: Hey, Cyril! Cyril? Hmm. What is he staring at? I see… hey, what are you looking at there? Anything interesting? Let me have a look. "3 apples, 2 bags of ointment, 1 piece of graphite." Intriguing… some sort of code, perhaps?
Cyril: Nah, I was just asked to go out and buy the stuff on this list.
Lysithea: Oh, that's all? Sorry for interrupting, in that case. This is kind of a one-person job, so I won't bother you by offering aid.
Cyril: You actually helped a lot just now, reading that list for me like you did. I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't tell anybody, 'cause I've been trying to keep it a secret, but… I don't know how to read, so I wasn't sure what to do with the list.
Lysithea: Is that so? But why do you keep it a secret?
Cyril: I'd hate it if people figured I wasn't up to a job just 'cause I couldn't read.
Lysithea: You're always welcome to call on me for help. I'd be happy to.
Cyril: Thanks, I will.
Lysithea: I really mean that. Anything you need.
Cyril: Okay.
Lysithea: Good! Now, you'd better go get those supplies before it gets dark. Do you remember everything on the list? Need me to read it one more time for you?
Cyril: That would be pretty helpful, actually.
Lysithea: Alright, listen up! I'm not gonna do this a third time!
[...]
Cyril: Lysithea's not a good liar, is she? She knew I was in trouble right away. Hang on. Did she just wanna act like a big sister again? But she looked real happy when she was helping me. And I think I'd like to see that smile again sometime.
A
Cyril: Hey, Lysithea. I'm glad I found ya.
Lysithea: What's up, Cyril?
Cyril: Could you read something for me again?
Lysithea: Looks like it's another shopping list. I'm happy to help you out. Did you try looking it over yourself yet?
Cyril: What's the use? I told ya I can't read.
Lysithea: Have a look here - any of these letters look familiar?
Cyril: Huh? This one? Was that… apples? So it says… three… apples?
Lysithea: Yes, you got it! See? You can do it!
Cyril: I wonder if there's anything else I can recognize! Let's see…
Lysithea: It's clear you've got a sharp memory. If you apply yourself, you'll be reading in no time. Reading is such an important skill. Once you learn, you won't forget! And I won't be around to read things for you forever.
Cyril: Lysithea?
Lysithea: Anyway, don't you enjoy learning? It seems like you haven't even thought of trying prior to this. Do you simply not have time for it?
Cyril: Until now, I never thought about how to learn, and since I was hiding it, I never asked anybody. But right now, I feel like I'd be happy to live like this for a little bit longer.
Lysithea: It seems like a hassle at this point not to learn, so you may as well start putting in the work!
Cyril: Well, I like having you read things to me.
Lysithea: You do?
Cyril: Yeah, you always seem happy when I ask you to read things, and when you're happy, you smile. I think you're pretty when you smile. I betcha everyone tells you that, though, huh?
Lysithea: As a matter of fact, they haven't! Stop messing with me!
Cyril: Hang on a second. Am I the only one who's seen you make that face? Is that why nobody's told you?
Lysithea: Excuse you! I mean, honestly!
Cyril: Okay, well, I'm gonna go take care of this errand for the professor. I'll see you later, Lysithea.
Lysithea: Don't expect me to read for you again! And, uh… just take care of yourself, will you?
A+
Cyril: I did it! I did it! Okay, so next up is…
[...]
Lysithea: What's this letter all about… doesn't appear to have a sender written anywhere… this handwriting is so sloppy. Wow. "Dear Lysithea, I read the book you gave me." This must be from Cyril! He's learning so quickly! "It was hard. And it got more easy more I tried it. And it was fun. And I learned new stuff." That's the spirit! "Thanks you for helping me to read and to write." You are so welcome. "Some things are hard to say and easy to write." I know just what you mean. "I want to read more and learn writing better." You're already doing so well with this. I can see how hard you're working! "I am glad you are my friend. It makes me bappy."
[...]
Cyril: Hey, Lysithea! Last night I finished reading the book you lent me. I wanted to tell you right away, but it was late, so I tried to write a letter… um, Lysithea?
Lysithea: Cyril! You sweet, little -
Cyril: Did I do something wrong? I don't know what you're trying to say.
Lysithea: Some feelings can't be verbalized or put into writing. Just… look, it's just that… I…
Cyril: I'm sorry. I really don't know what you're trying to say.
Lysithea: What I'm trying to say is, "I'm bappy too."
Cyril: B… bappy?
Lysithea: Let's keep studying and spending time together, okay?
Cyril: Oh! I get ya now. That sounds great, Lysithea.
Hi! I was wondering if you'd be willing to give a shoutout to @romance-tournament? It's a tournament blog for romance options from video games, with character submissions for all types of games accepted whether they're romance-focused dating sim visual novels or big open-world RPGs with optional romance routes! :D Thank you so much!
Absolutely, I hope you receive five million Fire Emblem characters now
I really want to use the full-body portraits you're using for references, but I can't find the original artworks ;; did the user delete them?
Just to clarify again I'm not using any full body portraits, but the person who made the paired ending edits credited a DeviantArt user called ChrisBryer for the full-body sprites he used to make the edits, if that makes sense. So I haven't personally seen most of the full-body edits, I just wanted to credit CB since I had the username and without them I wouldn't have the images in the first place!
As for your question, I don't think so? Their first Manuela edit is definitely still up, but they don't seem to have a folder dedicated to FE3H so you'd have to look through 150+ pages of art to find any others.
I'll shoot the Reddit user I got the edits from a message on there to see if he still has any links for you! Though I will warn you since the sprite edits were from 2019 and his paired edits were from 2020-2022 it's possible he no longer has anything saved, but you never know :)
big fan of this paired ending tournament, while im very much a multishipper theres a lot of paired endings ive overlooked for a personal preference for a different ending with a pair i love. so when theres two endings ive never really thought about much against each other, it really makes me reconsider them!
Doing this has been really interesting for me as well for the same reason! It's been fun reading through all the transcripts
Hey I was wondering why felix and lysithea’s paired ending is in two different polls? I wasn’t sure if it was just because of the bracket setup or if it was a mistake. If it was intentional, sorry for presuming!!
No worries at all! The paired ending can change depending on your route (Felix especially has some very different ones) so each version is included separately :) That's why his have "Azure Moon" and "Non-AM" next to them
After his coronation, Dimitri assumed the throne of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, and his loyal vassal, Dedue, remained ever at his side. Among Dimitri's achievements was the reconciliation with Duscur: an extraordinary effort that required extensive negotiations to get past a history of betrayal and oppression. It was a trying task, but Dimitri never once considered giving up. While they behaved as lord and vassal in public, it is said that Dimitri and Dedue were more like family in private. When Dimitri finally fell to illness, Dedue tended to his liege's deathbed, and then took up a post at his grave for the rest of his days. When the time came, they were buried beside each other.
Felix/Lysithea (Non-Azure Moon)
After the war, Felix abandoned his noble title and chose to make a living with his sword. He traveled the land, seeking battle as if he had a death wish, but his violent path came to an end when he happened upon Lysithea, who had been living in a small house in the middle of nowhere with her parents. Seeing her - condemned to live a shortened life, but smiling and making the most of every day with her family - convinced Felix that life was precious. He gave up his sword to join her, and the two spent their lives baking sweets. Lysithea's recipe became known far and wide, and the treat became a tradition for the people of that region.
Which paired ending is better?
Dimitri/Dedue
Felix/Lysithea
Voting ended onJul 2
Support chain transcripts under the cut because I know those often colour people's feelings on the endings:
Dimitri and Dedue
C
Dedue: Your Highness, the hour is late. May I ask where it is you're going?
Dimitri: I'm off to the library for a bit of research before I train. After that, a bath and bed.
Dedue: Very well. I shall accompany you.
Dimitri: Ah, no, there's no need for that. I am a grown man, after all.
Dedue: You sustained an injury during yesterday's training. My presence may be of use to you.
Dimitri: It was a mere bruise that will heal in no time. No need to fret over me, Dedue.
Dedue: Are you dissatisfied with me, Your Highness? Please do not hesitate to correct me.
Dimitri: And there it is again.
Dedue: Yes? What is it?
Dimitri: Well… you often choose to address me as "Your Highness." When we first met, you used to call me by my name.
Dedue: That was because I was unfamiliar with Fódlan speech. Thinking back, such rude manners were inexcusable.
Dimitri: To be honest, I much preferred it. I feel more comfortable being addressed by my name, rather than with the honorifics that go along with being a prince.
Dedue: But…
Dimitri: I did not teach you to read and write so that you'd know how to address me properly. And I brought you to the academy as my friend, not a vassal.
Dedue: But, Your Highness, a vassal is precisely what I am.
Dimitri: So much has happened since we met, yet we cannot seem to bridge this gap… so be it. I give you leave to return to your quarters. Take an early night and reflect on what I've said. Please.
Dedue: I couldn't possibly. I said I would accompany you, did I not?
Dimitri: True, but I would much prefer that we take steps to ease this mindset of yours…
B
Kingdom Soldier: He's always with that man from Duscur. How strange…
Kingdom Soldier: I'll bet he used some dirty tricks to gain his favor. That's how those scoundrels from Duscur operate.
Dimitri: What pleasant conversation you seem to be having. May I join? Please, continue.
Kingdom Soldier: Oh! Um! Your Highness… I was just…
Dimitri: I said continue.
Kingdom Soldier: I… I… I'm sorry, Your Highness!
[...]
Dimitri: Such foolishness runs rampant. I fear it is the reality of Faerghus for now.
Dedue: It must appear strange to them, to see me always in your company.
Dimitri: Does it bother you, Dedue?
Dedue: Of course not. However…
Dimitri: Let me guess. You take exception to the gossip that you used dirty tricks to obtain your position. Is that it?
Dedue: That does perturb me. But not for my own sake. I am concerned about Your Highness's reputation.
Dimitri: We're not talking about my feelings, but yours. As far as I'm concerned, those fools can talk nonsense until their tongues fall out.
Dedue: I am afraid I cannot agree. But if you were not concerned for your honor in this instance, then why did you intervene?
Dimitri: Because it is my duty to do so. The day my father was killed, I saw the swine who did it. They were not of Duscur. I saw that. Knew it, beyond a doubt. And yet I was unable to prevent the massacre that followed. Nor could I clear away the dishonor of regicide that has unjustly clung to you and your people! I will not rest until I make up for that. I owe you, just as I owe the spirits of those I let die.
Dedue: I do consider Faerghus to be abhorrent. But you are an exception. You offered me your hand, and pulled me out from an abyss of suffering and death. You risked your life to save a foreigner you had never met. The moment you extended your hand, I decided that only for your sake would I live the remainder of my life. And I would cast it aside in an instant if my death were to your benefit. For that reason, I cannot consider myself your friend. There are still many in the Kingdom who despise the people of Duscur. It would be selfish of me to stand by your side as an equal.
Dimitri: Dedue…
Dedue: Your Highness?
Dimitri: Do you really believe I care one bit about the chatter of the ignorant?
Dedue: Of course not. Please forgive my impudence.
Dimitri: I understand the intention of your words. Still, they grieve me. If you wish it so, you may continue to think of yourself as my vassal. I clearly cannot stop you. We need not be anything more, or anything less. If that is what you wish, Dedue, so be it.
Dedue: Your Highness…
A
Dedue: Your Highness, you still have scars on your back. It does you no good to languish in pain. I will procure some medicine.
Dimitri: No, it is fine. They are still deep… these are from nine years ago. They do not hurt any longer. Besides, it would be a shame if the scars I got from protecting you were to fade. I bear these scars proudly. It makes me think that it was worthwhile that someone like me survived.
Dedue: To hear you say such things…
Dimitri: Dedue, you say that I saved you, but do you know that you also saved me that day? If I had been unable to save anyone, I would have been the sole survivor. I would have had no reason to keep living. But I saved someone - saved you. That and that alone has always been my crutch.
Dedue: When I stood before those soldiers and their swords that day, I was prepared to die. But then you suddenly appeared, and you shielded me. I knew then that a savior's hand could reach into even the deepest darkness. I still have not been able to repay that debt.
Dimitri: Have you not heard a word I've said? You have saved me in countless ways. Five years ago, I did nothing but await my execution within my jail cell. Was it not you that saved me?
Dedue: That was nothing more than my duty as your vassal.
Dimitri: Listen, Dedue… perhaps you consider me to be someone special. But I think the same of you. You are irreplaceable. Cherished. So stop saying that we cannot be friends. Stop saying such awful things.
Dedue: Please…do not look at me that way. You promised me you would build a Kingdom that is proud to boast of Duscur blood. In this Kingdom, where there is no distinction between the people of Duscur and the people of Fódlan… will I finally, without reservation, be able to call you my friend? Will I… Dimitri?
Dimitri: Dedue… yes, you will call me your friend, again and again. No matter how many hardships I must endure…
Dedue: I will do all I can to bring about that world as well. To be your friend… is what I have always wanted.
Dimitri: Is that so? I… I am glad to hear it.
Dedue: But until that time, we must allow no harm to befall you. So please call upon me when you walk alone at night. And even when you go out in the day, please tell me where you are going, and whom you are meeting.
Dimitri: In the end, I suppose there is no fixing your overprotectiveness, is there… I suppose I can live with that.
-
Felix and Lysithea
C
Lysithea: Mmmm… yum. Mmmm… ahh, so delicious! I'm so content in this moment.
[...]
Felix: …
Lysithea: Felix!
Felix: Lysithea. You look mortified.
Lysithea: How long have you been there? Were you watching me? You were, weren't you?
Felix: I was, yes.
Lysithea: Ugh, for once I thought I had some privacy.
Felix: Did you say something?
Lysithea: Huh? Nope. Didn't say anything at all. Here.
Felix: What's this for?
Lysithea: I'm buying your silence… with cake. Take it.
Felix: I'm not sure what to be silent about.
Lysithea: If people knew I was shoveling cake into my face by the fistful, they'd think me nothing more than a child!
Felix: Adults eat cake.
Lysithea: You'll never understand. Just take this, will you?!
Felix: No. I don't like sweets.
Lysithea: Does your refusal mean you'll be telling everyone about my cake-shoveling ways?
Felix: I just don't like sweets, that's all.
Lysithea: Nonsense! Nobody can resist something so delicious. Look, I'm giving you this cake whether you like it or not. Eat it, toss it, throw it at an unsuspecting victim - the choice is yours. Just please don't mention this to anyone.
[...]
Felix: What was her problem? And what am I supposed to do with this cake?
B
Lysithea: Mmmm! Ahh, yes! These are the moments I live for!
[...]
Felix: I don't understand you.
Lysithea: You again?! Can't you see I'm busy?
Felix: Trust me, I didn't mean to interrupt.
Lysithea: So, how did you like the cake? I bet you ate it, didn't you? I knew it was irresistible. What was the experience like? I'm curious, from a research perspective.
Felix: I don't know. I didn't eat it. I gave it to some kid.
Lysithea: You… gave it to some… undeserving child?!
Felix: We've been over this. I don't like sweets.
Lysithea: Cake is not a "sweet." Cake is the divine essence of the heavens!
Felix: Everyone has their own tastes.
Lysithea: That's true, but life without cake is no life at all. Your divisiveness regarding cake is inexcusable.
Felix: I'm not sure why you're so fixated on this.
Lysithea: I simply can't resist the spongy magnificence of cakes. I don't understand how you can be so dispassionate about it.
Felix: I don't know. I just don't like it.
Lysithea: Just try a bite. Come on. Open up!
Felix: No. I already told you, I don't want it.
Lysithea: But I made this one. With care and attention - love, even. Ah, and I went light on the sugar, just for you!
Felix: Not light enough, I'd bet. If I eat this, will you stop bothering me?
Lysithea: More or less. Just don't give it to some silly child this time.
[...]
Felix: Let's get this over with.
A
Lysithea: Felix! I've awaited this fated day!
Felix: You don't change. Still prattling on about it.
Lysithea: Aw, come on. I just wanted to hear what you thought of the cake I gave you.
Felix: Uh… it was edible.
Lysithea: If by edible you mean incredible, then yes! I agree.
Felix: It was satisfying and lightweight. I imagine it would be quite useful as a battlefield provision.
Lysithea: Please refrain from lumping delectable cake into the same category as provisions.
Felix: You're upset, and I don't understand why. I'm complimenting the cake. You cured my dislike of sweets. For that, I thank you.
Lysithea: You have an interesting way of giving compliments, but I'm glad you liked it.
Felix: Yes. Got any cakes on you?
Lysithea: You say that as though I just carry cake on me at all times! Did you want some?
Felix: That's not what I meant. If you've baked a cake, however, I wouldn't object to eating a slice.
Lysithea: If cake is what you want, you can just ask me directly. It just so happens I have a brand-new recipe I tried out, special for you. It's delicious and not overly sweet. Perfect for you.
Felix: Okay.
Lysithea: Go on - take a bite!
Felix: Mmm.
Lysithea: You love it! I can tell. Here, try this one out, too!
Felix: Mmm.
Lysithea: See! So amazing, huh? Just keep working on that sweet tooth of yours. Then we can share cake notes and eat cake together all the time. That is… it just sounds nice, is all.
Felix: Mmm? Okay. That does sound nice.
After the war, Ashe was formally knighted and appointed the new head of House Gaspard, which had no successors. The young and inexperienced lord faced a great deal of difficulty in governing. Though he was famously tenacious and never lost heart, it was perhaps only due to the constant counsel of his wife, Mercedes, that he managed to overcome all obstacles. When not busy governing their territory, the couple lifted one another's spirits by baking delicious sweets for each other. The tradition was so heartwarming that it became popular for husbands and wives in that region to do the same for generations.
vs. Dorothea/Manuela
The Mittelfrank Opera Company was on the brink of collapse until two of its star songstresses, Manuela and Dorothea, returned to the stage and brought the troupe new life and prominence. They toured all around Fodlan, sometimes even visiting troops on the front lines, soothing hearts with their beautiful songs wherever they went, and donating their profits to the relief and rebuilding effort. When the damage from the war had finally healed, the pair once again retreated from the stage, this time retiring to a private life together. It is said that their relationship was full of light and love.
Which paired ending is better?
Ashe/Mercedes
Dorothea/Manuela
Voting ended onJul 1
Support chain transcripts under the cut because I know those often colour people's feelings on the endings:
Ashe and Mercedes
C
Mercedes: Oh no! This isn't right! Now what am I supposed to do?
Ashe: What's the matter, Mercedes?
Mercedes: I accidentally made this food much sweeter than I wanted…
Ashe: Let me taste it. Hmm, yeah, a little sweet. What if we try adding a few spices?
Mercedes: Huh? This is delicious! You're an amazing cook, Ashe!
Ashe: My dad used to own a restaurant. I helped out a lot around the kitchen, even as a little kid.
Mercedes: Wow, that's a lot of responsibility to take on at an early age. No wonder you always work so hard. I might learn something if I watch you cook!
Ashe: Well, no promises. I just have a little bot of experience, that's all. But look at you - you're great at baking cakes!
Mercedes: It's true that I'm quite good at baking, but I'm not the best when it comes to seasoning. Maybe it's because I don't like spicy food? It's tough to make food taste good when you don't enjoy it. I just had an idea! If the reason I can't cook spicy food is because I don't like it… then all I have to do is eat some spicy food! If I learn to like it, then I'll be better at making it, right?
Ashe: I don't know. Maybe? What makes you say that?
Mercedes: No, no, no. None of that matters. Once I've made a decision, I have to go with it! I'll make something spicy right away!
[...]
Ashe: Oh, this won't end well. If I leave her to it, she'll make an even bigger mess.
Mercedes: Hey, Ashe! Which seasonings should I use? These ones?
Ashe: Um, hold on, Mercedes! Let me show you!
[...]
Ashe: That one goes best with meat, but for stir-fry, what you really want is this…
B
Mercedes: Whoa! What happened? The pan's smoking!
[...]
Ashe: Mercedes! What's going on?! Agh, my eyes! I can barely breathe!
Mercedes: Oh! Ashe! I'm so glad you're here! My cooking's not going very well at all…
Ashe: What did you put in there?!
Mercedes: I used some of this spice, that seasoning, and the herbs on the top shelf. Then I started frying it in oil.
Ashe: That explains it. We use that herb for smoke bombs! Just turn the heat off and cover the pan!
Mercedes: Oh no! The people in the dining hall don't look so good…
Ashe: Sorry, everybody! Could we clear out the dining hall for a few minutes, please?
[...]
Ashe: Well, some folks were a little annoyed, but at least we got the place cleared out. It's a good thing no one mistook all that smoke for an attack. That could have been a disaster.
Mercedes: I'm so sorry. I always mess everything up.
Ashe: No, it's my fault. I should have taught you which herbs to avoid. Don't blame yourself.
Mercedes: I just need to figure out how to do it right for next time.
Ashe: Next time? You still want to try again, even after all that?
Mercedes: Of course! If I didn't, that would just be a waste of everything you taught me.
Ashe: I guess that's true.
Mercedes: If you quit every time you made a mistake, then you'd never learn anything, right?
Ashe: That's a great point.
Mercedes: Ah! Maybe my mistake was frying the herb in oil. If I had boiled it instead, then there wouldn't be smoke. What do you think, Ashe?
Ashe: Boiling, huh? Yeah, that'd be fine.
Mercedes: Great! I'm gonna get this right next time for sure!
A
Mercedes: Excuse me, Ashe. Do you have a moment? I've finally managed to finish cooking a dish and I would love for you to have a taste!
Ashe: Sounds good! I'd be happy to. Wow, Mercedes! This is delicious!
Mercedes: I used that herb you suggested. Boiling it gave off such a lovely aroma. I think I used the right amount of spice too. Even I could eat it without burning my tongue! I'm a much better cook now, thanks to you. I hope you can continue teaching me…
Ashe: Definitely! I should thank you too.
Mercedes: Thank me? Even after all the trouble I've caused you?
Ashe: Seeing you persevere has made me really happy. In fact, you've reminded me of someone I cared about a lot.
Mercedes: Oh! Someone you cared about? Romantically? This is all so sudden, Ashe. I - I don't -
Ashe: Ah, I didn't mean it that way. I was actually thinking about my brother.
Mercedes: What a relief! I didn't even know you had a brother!
Ashe: He was the son of Lonato, my adoptive father. I always called him my brother, though. Failure never got to him. All he'd ever do is laugh and try again. Whenever I was feeling down about a setback, he would cheer me up. He'd say something like, "Don't worry. We'll tackle it together next time." I was always happy to have him around.
Mercedes: He sounds like a wonderful person.
Ashe: He was. And I get the same feeling from you.
Mercedes: I've done nothing but bother you with frivolous little things. I'm sure I could never be like your brother… but I'd like to stay by your side… if you'll have me…
Ashe: What do you mean?
Mercedes: I want to be there to help you in times of need, or to cheer you up when you're feeling down. I should be able to manage that without doing too much damage!
Ashe: I'm glad to hear you say that. Thank you, Mercedes! I know I can rely on you!
-
Dorothea and Manuela
C
Dorothea: Professor Manuela! It's been far too long since we've had a proper chat. Let's fix that right now.
Manuela: Too true, Dorothea. We hardly have a moment to spare here. But it's nice to see you flourishing. It certainly brings back memories. You know, somehow you've gotten even prettier. The years have been kind to you.
Dorothea: That's something like a rose telling a daisy it's pretty, but I appreciate the compliment all the same.
Manuela: Ha! Oh, honey. If that's the case, I hope you'll work hard to never become a rose like me. Too many thorns.
Dorothea: Oh, stop it. You've accomplished a great deal. You should be proud.
Manuela: That's a very nice sentiment and I appreciate it. Thank you. So, I've been dying to know, how did you come to be enrolled here? I know you didn't have any family connections. How'd you do it?
Dorothea: Well, it did require pulling some noble strings. But learning everything to pass the entrance exams? That was all me and very hard. Especially while I was still singing for the opera. But I wanted the academy more than anything else.
Manuela: Well, bravo and well-done. You've always had to find your own way in life, haven't you? I so wish you could rely on people more often… still, though, you haven't said why you worked so hard to get into Garreg Mach to begin with.
Dorothea: Isn't it obvious? Because you were here. When you retired, it broke my heart. But is also woke me up. Seeing someone like you, who shined so brightly on the stage, give it all up and start a brand new life… it got me thinking about my own future, and what I wanted it to look like. As ever, I followed your lead.
Manuela: Oh… oh, my. I… I don't know what to say.
Dorothea: I had also heard that the heirs to the Alliance, Empire, and the Kingdom were all enrolling this year… with such an exceptional crop of potential spouses, how could I go anywhere else?
Manuela: And have you gotten what you were after? Your dreams, a future… and a good partner?
Dorothea: I'm sure I'll find my somebody someday. But I haven't found them yet. Ahh, it's so nice to spend time with you again, Manuela. It's been too long.
B
Manuela: Ughhh… my head is pounding. You'd think I'd get used to this… ughh…
Dorothea: Manuela? Oh, my goodness! You look terrible. Don't get up. I'll get you some water. I should fluff up those pillows for you. It will make you more comfortable.
Manuela: I'm completely hopeless. I was so proud of being the reason you came to Garreg Mach. Dorothea wanted to follow in my footsteps! How great is that? I thought I'd use that as an inspiration to straighten myself out. Be less of a, you know, less of a disgrace. But here I am, right in front of you, dealing with the worst hangover I've had in weeks.
Dorothea: You thought you'd hide this from me?
Manuela: Wait, you mean you knew?
Dorothea: Even when you were still with the opera company, you had quite the reputation. There was a joke that you could outdrink a fish, and the sailor who caught it.
Manuela: Dorothea. My brain's pounding as it is. Please stop. It's all true, but I can't handle hearing it from you, the girl who I thought I had inspired to greatness. I can't believe I tried so hard to be a good example for you when you knew all along… I should leap into the ocean and drown.
Dorothea: Don't say that! You've not lost a bit of respect from me. Not one bit. Everyone has their faults, and some have more than others, but… you were the finest songstress the opera had ever seen. And you've taught me well. What I really mean to say is… you're my inspiration. I really do admire you.
Manuela: Thank you, Dorothea. That means a lot.
A
Manuela: Dorothea? You look as if something's terribly wrong.
Dorothea: I do? Oh. Nothing's wrong. Not really. I just… I've just been thinking about the future… and what happens when the war is over.
Manuela: And tell me, what is your vision of the future like?
Dorothea: Well, I'm… not entirely sure. I guess I don't know what to expect. In my life, I've met all sorts of people who've lived lots of different ways. So now I'm trying to figure out how I want to live. I'm free, unlike so many people. I have the ability to take control of my own fate. Like you.
Manuela: Ha, well… I quit the opera to join the Officers Academy as a professor… then I joined this war because… I don't know. I'm hoping for an end to it. Peace for the world. Even though I took control of my own fate, I still haven't found the man of my dreams.
Dorothea: Haha, you'll find him. He's out there somewhere… you know, there is one thing I want for the future.
Manuela: So, you've got a dream after all?
Dorothea: Well, it's a dream I've always had. You'll think this is silly, but… I'd like to stand beside you.
Manuela: I don't get it.
Dorothea: When you left the opera company… I took your place. I stood center stage and sang. And everyone cheered for me. I wish the cheers were for me and you. I wish we stood on that stage together.
Manuela: I have to tell you something. The first time I saw you on stage, I felt you were the one I wanted to hear sing. I already had plans to leave the opera company, but when I met you… I knew I couldn't leave until I saw you take your rightful place. You're right, though. It would have been nice to stand beside you on stage, even just once.
Dorothea: Maybe we weren't together then, but we're together here. Now. And, in the future, maybe it won't be so bad if you never find that man of your dreams.
Manuela: What do you mean by that?
Dorothea: You and me. I won't find a guy either, we can just be together. I think that'd be pretty nice, don't you? Living together, and doing whatever we want.
Manuela: Huh. You know… that could be nice. It'd be like you and me, finally together on stage… the light shining down, our gowns and jewels sparkling. Just us…
Dorothea: Sparkling in the stage lights forever.
After the war, Ashe was formally knighted, and appointed the new head of House Gaspard, which had no successors. The young and inexperienced lord faced a great deal of difficulty in governing, until his court was blessed with a new adviser in Marianne. Using skills imparted to her by her adoptive father, Marianne helped Ashe to solidify his position. As the prosperity of Gaspard territory grew, so did a love between them, and soon Margrave Edmund saw fit to bless the couple's happy marriage. Years later, Ashe asked Marianne what made her choose to help him in the first place. She simply smiled and said that she decided to make supporting him her dream.
vs. Yuri/Ingrid (Azure Moon)
Yuri disappeared into the underworld of the western Kingdom and faded away into obscurity. The only account of him after that comes from a Kingdom knight's journal, uncovered many decades later, which tells of Yuri's efforts to win the king's support for an orphanage and medical clinic to be built in the slums of the castle town. It is believed that the journal belonged to Ingrid, who had declined to rule House Galatea in order to serve House Blaiddyd as a knight. According to local rumor, Ingrid eventually retired from knighthood to become the owner of an inn. There, it is said that she and the man she wrote about cooked dishes loved by rich and poor alike.
Which paired ending is better?
Ashe/Marianne
Yuri/Ingrid
Voting ended onJul 1
Support chain transcripts under the cut because I know those often colour people's feelings on the endings:
Ashe and Marianne
C
Ashe: That's odd. I'm sure I just had it a moment ago.
Marianne: Um…
Ashe: Ahh! Ghost!
Marianne: Actually…
Ashe: Goddess, protect me, I - huh?
Marianne: Um, Ashe? Does this key belong to you? I found it by the door.
Ashe: Marianne! I'm so sorry. Yes, that's mine. Thank you so much.
Marianne: You're welcome. And my apologies for scaring you.
Ashe: No, I'm the one who should be sorry. Kind of ridiculous, mistaking a friend for a ghost.
Marianne: No, that's okay. I guess I do look like one…
Ashe: No, of course you don't! It's just, I… um. In the dark, with your head down like that, and with your hair covering your eyes… I… uh…
Marianne: Does that make me look scary?
Ashe: Ah! Please stop!
Marianne: I'm sorry that I look so ghastly…
Ashe: Why not just lift your head up a little?
Marianne: Up? You mean like this?
Ashe: Yes, that's so much better. With some light on your face, you don't look scary at all! That's great. You look completely normal now. Actually, you're pretty cute…
Marianne: What did you say?
Ashe: Hm? N-nothing! Uh… just keep your head up and smile! I promise you'll never be mistaken for a ghost again.
Marianne: Keep my head up and… smile? I'm sorry, but I don't think I can.
Ashe: What? Hey, wait! Was it something I said?
B
Ashe: Oh! Is that Marianne?
Marianne: Hm?
Ashe: Ah! Sorry, it's just - you turned so quickly, it gave me a start! I don't mean to interrupt your prayers, but what's with that posture? Don't you think lowering your head so much might, I don't know, offend the goddess? Maybe, um, maybe spook her a little?
Marianne: I'm not praying. Only confessing.
Ashe: Confessing? What are you confessing for?
Marianne: For everything about me…
Ashe: That can't possibly be necessary. There's no way you're as bad as you make it seem. I've seen how kind you are with the horses. And I've noticed you're always sensitive to everyone's tastes when you cook.
Marianne: But that's -
Ashe: Yeah, well… if either of us is going to confess, it should be me. I used to be a thief. I may have only stolen because I was poor and starving, but it was still wrong. I'm only even here because a kindly noble helped me. I'm only even here thanks to Lonato. He gave me a second chance, and now I eat well every day. I'm doing all I can to make the most of it. You're a noble yourself, aren't you? The daughter of Margrave Edmund, I think? And if you're a noble, that means… do you happen to have a Crest?
Marianne: A Crest? I do, but it's -
Ashe: I knew it! That's great, Marianne!
Marianne: There's nothing great about it.
Ashe: Please, don't be modest! It's an extraordinary gift. You should be proud of it! If I had one, I'd use it to make sure my brother and sister never had to live in poverty. Think about all the good you could do for the world with your power.
Marianne: No, I - I can't. You don't understand. This Crest is worthless! I'm sorry, but I must go.
Ashe: No, not again! I'm not good at this…
A
Ashe: Oh, Marianne. Are you confessing again today?
Marianne: No, I was waiting for you.
Ashe: For me?
Marianne: Um, I wanted to apologize. You kept trying to encourage me, but I just avoided you in return…
Ashe: No, I'm the one who should be sorry. I only wanted to give you some advice, but I ended up running you off.
Marianne: Can I tell you something, Ashe?
Ashe: Of course!
Marianne: You said that my Crest is an extraordinary gift, but I don't agree with that at all. Don't people have more important qualities?
Ashe: What do you mean?
Marianne: Like, um, how much we help those around us. Or whether or not we can make other people smile? I'm trying to be less negative. I've also realized that I should have a dream to pursue, like you do. I think people who have something to work toward are more fulfilled. Yet here I am, living an empty life without a dream…
Ashe: That still sounds kind of negative to me. What does being fulfilled even mean here, anyway? Are you saying that people without dreams live empty lives? I don't agree with that. When I was a kid, I was too busy worrying about my next meal to have a dream. Was my life empty then?
Marianne: That's not what I mean at all! I just don't know… I don't know how to find my dream…
Ashe: Hey, chin up! Maybe I can help. I'm sure we can come up with something for you in no time if we put our heads together.
Marianne: You'll help me?
Ashe: Absolutely! Unless, uh, you don't want me to, of course.
Marianne: No, I would appreciate that. I want to find something worth working toward… together. With you. And with my head held high.
-
Yuri and Ingrid
C
Ingrid: Mmm! Yes, it's decided. This meat is the best meat! Although, the other inn has pretty great offerings, as well…
Yuri: Ah, if it isn't Ingrid. What are you up to in a place like this?
Ingrid: …Yuri! I could ask you the same…
Yuri: I'm just out to send a little money to my family. Gotta help however I can, you know?
Ingrid: Aww… that's very nice of you. Forgive my tone earlier. You truly set a noble example.
Yuri: Right, right. Anyhow, looked like I interrupted you. You nearly choked on that wad of meat you were gnawing on.
Ingrid: Uh, right. That… that is true, I suppose. Hmm… you know… I… um…
Yuri: What is it you're mumbling about?
Ingrid: Anyway, you once worked for House Rowe, didn't you? Four years ago, when I visited Count Rowe at his castle, I swore I saw you by his side…
Yuri: Quite the sharp memory you have. You aren't mistaken. I was staying there then, yes. I had been adopted by the count.
Ingrid: Oh? Come to think of it, I thought I'd heard something like that. That the count had adopted a distant relative of his, a young man whose future was both bright and promising. So… that was you?
Yuri: Yep. Although now I'm nothing more than a distant stranger to him. Our ties were severed a while ago. He helped me out by getting me into the academy. It wasn't long after that that we started having all sorts of…disagreements. What the hell were you doing visiting House Rowe, anyhow?
Ingrid: Ah, yes… that. How to put it. It was to help… clean up after a friend.
Yuri: Ah, you speak of Sylvain. Mm-hmm, that must've been quite the mess you were cleaning up. Back to the point - what are you doing out here? Do you frequent this area often?
Ingrid: Mind your business, won't you? I just like to go for walks - get fresh air. That sort of thing.
Yuri: Easy now. I'm not interrogating you. Really, I just wanted to warn you that it isn't so safe here in the evenings. You'll want to be on your guard.
Ingrid: I thank you for your concern, but I assure you I can handle myself.
Yuri: Noted. Oh yeah, the innkeeper also wanted me to thank you.
Ingrid: Hm?
Yuri: He wanted to thank you for being such an enthusiast for the food he sells. Seemed pretty happy about it.
Ingrid: Is that so? How very… hm. Well, I'd better be off!
Yuri: Seems she doesn't want anyone seeing her with a face full of food. Too late.
B
Ingrid: So, what is it, Yuri? You had me come all this way.
Yuri: I need you for something. Have a seat. I won't take much of your time.
Ingrid: Okaaay…
[...]
Yuri: My apologies for keeping you waiting. Here you are!
Ingrid: Oh, wow! Did you… make this yourself?
Yuri: I may not seem like much of a chef, but I know a thing or two about cooking. Look tasty, hm?
Ingrid: Can I, uh… eat it now? I'm famished after all the training.
Yuri: Have at! That's why I asked you here.
Ingrid: I see! Well, thank you! Don't mind if I do! Mmm, this dish is divine! The first bite just melts in your mouth, and these vegetables are perfect! The flavors are interwoven together like… like a dance of swords between two Myrmidons!
Yuri: Heh heh! Calm yourself, Ingrid. I'm in no need of a critique. I just want you to enjoy it and take a load off.
Ingrid: Aww, thank you! I will! Whew! That was delicious, Yuri. I cannot thank you enough.
Yuri: I'm glad. Then it was well worth all the toil that went into preparing it.
Ingrid: You… haven't eaten anything for yourself?
Yuri: I figured I'd eat something a bit later. I didn't make the meal for me.
Ingrid: You cooked only for me?
Yuri: Mm-hm. The innkeeper provided me with some of his finest meat and told me to feed you. I figured if I was going to do it, I'd better do it right. So, I popped into the kitchen and got working.
Ingrid: That won't do at all, Yuri. Meals are meant to be shared. It seems my stomach got the better of me this time, though, and I scarfed everything before remembering that.
Yuri: Why bother yourself with such trivialities? The meal was a gift. Seeing you enjoy yourself like that is all the reward I need.
Ingrid: What way is that…
Yuri: A bit like when you had all that meat stuffed into your cheeks at the marketplace… like some kind of chipmunk. Hm-mm! I like seeing the contentment on your face when you cut loose.
Ingrid: You do?
Yuri: The innkeeper couldn't have said it better. ''She's got a real foodie face, that one!''
Ingrid: I'm not quite sure how to feel…
Yuri: Heh, really, though! There are few things I enjoy as much as seeing a woman indulging herself.
Ingrid: …You should consider your words before using them. Such a flirtatious comment can only invite misunderstandings.
Yuri: I didn't mean it that way!
A
Ingrid: Finally, you've arrived! I was beginning to get impatient. Have a seat.
Yuri: What are you on about?
Ingrid: I'm not on about anything. Let's have dinner together, Yuri.
Yuri: …What is this? Did you make it?
Ingrid: I did. It's a simple dish - my culinary skills are fairly basic.
Yuri: Hold on. What exactly is this about?
Ingrid: You cook for me, I cook for you. That's how this works. It may not be quite as elegant a meal as that of Adrestian or Leicester cuisine… but the food of Faerghus is delicious nonetheless.
Yuri: Thank you for the meal. It was lovely, Ingrid. The flavors were… nostalgic. Reminded me of when I lived with my mother and the elder. I was actually born in a poor town in Faerghus. The flavors in this dish remind me of those days. Eh, sorry. I didn't mean to compare a meal made by nobility with the meager food I grew up eating.
Ingrid: No offense taken. To tell the truth, although my house is a noble one, it's also lacking in money. Our territory was struck by famine, and we ate whatever the land gave us… which wasn't much. We took what we could, just like everyone.
Yuri: I see… well, I must say that your cooking is quite to my taste. Any meal made with so much thought and care is bound to be delicious.
Ingrid: Heh heh! Why, thank you! High praise, indeed, from someone who knows their way around a kitchen.
Yuri: To survive in this world means to sharpen many skills. Whether it's cooking or anything else, really. Although, I've got to say, I do enjoy cooking. And if my meals can bring a smile to someone's face, all the better. Celebrating victories with friends, sitting around a table with loved ones, watching someone enjoy the meal I made them… few things bring me more joy.
Ingrid: Have you ever considered giving up being the lord of the underworld and becoming a chef instead?
Yuri: Heh… a chef, huh? You know, that doesn't sound half bad.
Ingrid: If you ever do, I'd come to your restaurant and eat whatever you'd whipped up every day!
Yuri: I'd like that very much. I'd work extra hard so I could see that lovely smile of yours.
Ingrid: You are just too much! I can hardly maintain my composure around you…
Yuri: Did I say something wrong?
Ingrid: Not at all, Yuri. Not at all.
After the war, Rhea resumed her duties as the archbishop, and Seteth and Catherine joined her in rebuilding the Knights of Seiros. As ever, Seteth served as her second in command and Catherine remained one of her most trusted protectors. When the hard work was over and all had been restored, Seteth confessed his love to Catherine and asked her to marry him. Though initially reluctant, Catherine is said to have been persuaded to accept by a nudge from Rhea herself. The two were wed in a packed and lively ceremony, and afterward they lived out their lives happily as husband and wife.
vs. Edelgard/Manuela
As the new Adrestian emperor, Edelgard gave all she had to breathe new life into the government of Fodlan. Her first objective was to institute new class reforms and ensure the people's independence. For that reason, she sought the counsel of Manuela, whose vast array of contacts, talents, and experience proved invaluable. She became essential to Edelgard, and her skill as a physician kept the emperor in good health for many years. Both remained unmarried, and it is said that the two became extremely close over the years.
Which paired ending is better?
Catherine/Seteth
Edelgard/Manuela
Voting ended onJul 1
Support chain transcripts under the cut because I know those often colour people's feelings on the endings:
Catherine and Seteth
C
Seteth: How are you, Catherine? You look well enough.
Catherine: Hm? Oh, yes, I'm fine. Never better.
Seteth: That is good. I cannot help but be concerned, given your tendency toward incautious behavior. While boldness can be a virtue, I do hope you will bear in mind that recklessness is not. A moment's negligence can lead to a mortal wound for even the most skilled fighter.
Catherine: You worry too much. If they saw me in action, the wounds themselves would cower!
Seteth: That is precisely the attitude that worries me. Especially given your history. You have been gravely injured before, as you no doubt recall.
Catherine: Me, "gravely injured"? When did that happen?
Seteth: You mean you have forgotten? It was during your days as a student at the Officers Academy. There was an excursion - a monster hunt. You charged ahead and left your fellow students behind. You ended up alone and surrounded. You almost died. Do you truly not remember?
Catherine: Are you sure? All I remember is cutting down monsters left and right.
Seteth: That is true enough. But you nearly bled to death in the aftermath. The archbishop was so concerned for your life that she tended your wounds personally.
Catherine: Oh! That was when that happened! Finally, it all fits together. Lady Rhea looking after me - now, that I remember clearly. That was the first time she ever spoke to me. I was lying on the ground, caked in mud, and she gently picked me up, even stroked my hair… the emotions were so overpowering that they must have just cleared away my memory of the whole incident. So, it was during the monster hunt! Thanks, Seteth. That's been bothering me for ages.
Seteth: That is not quite why I brought it up…
Catherine: Come to think of it, Lady Rhea hasn't healed me since then. Maybe if I get wounded badly enough, I'll have that honor again!
Seteth: I know you have a fondness for the archbishop, but do try to control yourself.
Catherine: We've got to find Lady Rhea, and then maybe someday she'll honor me like that again…
B
Catherine: Hey, Seteth, I've been meaning to ask you. What is your relationship with Lady Rhea?
Seteth: That is certainly an abrupt question.
Catherine: You're much closer to her than anyone else in the entire church. Certainly you're a good, upstanding person, but I can't help but feel there's something more to it.
Seteth: Supporting the archbishop is my sole professional interest. Personally, I consider her to be something akin to a companion.
Catherine: A companion?
Seteth: Yes. As in a traveling companion. Friends who walk the same path, toward the same destination.
Catherine: Hmm, companion, huh? A companion. I guess that does sound about right, now that you say it. Though, I'll confess to being quite jealous! Not many people can call themselves companions of Lady Rhea.
Seteth: I do not know how she feels about it.
Catherine: Oh, come on. You must trust that she feels the same about you.
Seteth: There is no need for that sort of trust. My duties are the same regardless of her perspective. I consider you to be a companion, also.
Catherine: A companion in fighting for the archbishop?
Seteth: Certainly. Our goals are firmly aligned when it comes to that, are they not?
Catherine: You're right, they are. I suppose you and I could be considered companions in that sense.
Seteth: I am pleased to hear my sentiment reciprocated. I rely on you a great deal, after all. More than most.
Catherine: Whoa, there, what's all this now? Flattery won't win you any prizes with me, Seteth.
Seteth: I do not flatter. I merely want you to understand why it matters to me that you be more cautious in battle. As your companion, it is my wish for you to be safe.
Catherine: Oh, good, we're back in familiar territory - with you admonishing me. Don't worry, I'll be careful. I'll always try to live up to your expectations. So don't expect too much, or you'll wear me out!
A
Catherine: Hiiiiiiyah! Take that, you goons! And that!
Seteth: Ugh, no. Catherine's at it again. She has charged too far forward. I'd better join her before she - hyah!
Catherine: Urgh… are you alright?
Seteth: That's what I was going to ask you. How could you be so reckless?!
Catherine: All those times you scolded me, and now you get yourself all beaten up. To think, nearly getting yourself killed in a minor skirmish like this one!
Seteth: Quite right. Thankfully, I am not badly hurt. My apologies. I didn't mean to worry you.
Catherine: What's gotten into you?
Seteth: How do you mean?
Catherine: Don't play dumb. I was supposed to patrol this area, not you. What are you even doing here?
Seteth: Just happened to be passing through?
Catherine: Seteth, this isn't like you bumped into me on a stroll around town. Nobody passes through a battlefield!
Seteth: Alright. I wanted to protect you.
Catherine: What?
Seteth: You'd pressed much too far ahead. I feared your life might be in danger. Once that thought occurred to me, I could not stand idly by. I had to shield you from harm.
Catherine: And you were injured in the process. I don't know what to say… Seteth. I didn't realize you worried so much about my safety. I apologize… and I'm grateful. I guess we really are companions.
Seteth: I did not do this merely to assist an ally. I did it for you. I don't want to lose you.
Catherine: I… I…
Seteth: And if I am willing to risk my life to protect you, just think how much scolding I am capable of. So you had best take better care of yourself.
Catherine: Alright. You've made your feelings clear. When you say it like that, I can't refuse. I'm sorry for making you worry all the time. I'll be more careful. I promise.
Seteth: Please do. For my sake and yours.
-
Edelgard and Manuela
Manuela: ♪ Mmm… mmm… mmm… ♪
[...]
Edelgard: That song…
Manuela: ♪ Mmm… mmm… ♪ ah! Hello, Edelgard.
Edelgard: Professor Manuela, that song you were humming… I feel as though I've heard it before, long ago. And I'm sure it was you singing it back then… at the opera house in the Imperial capital, perhaps?
Manuela: Why, yes! You must have seen me there. I am flattered you would remember it! I performed with the Mittelfrank Opera Company in Enbarr on numerous occasions.
Edelgard: So it was you. I went to that performance with my uncle. I wanted desperately to see it again, but after that night, he took me to seek asylum in the Kingdom… when I returned to the Empire several years later, you had already retired.
Manuela: Oh… that's a shame. So, you only got to hear me sing once?
Edelgard: Sadly, that's correct.
Manuela: Yet you still remember it… even the melody of the song I sang. I'm honored.
Edelgard: That's how much of an impression your voice left on me. I must ask… why did you retire so soon? You could have continued for another ten or twenty years.
Manuela: Indeed. Many singers perform for decades. But that wasn't for me. I wanted to go out on top. My voice is a gift from the goddess. However, as all things do, it will decline with age. One day, I will lose that gift. And so I decided I needed to learn to survive without it, long before that day came. I needed to prove to myself that I can live on… even after my voice returns to the goddess.
Edelgard: So despite your belief in the goddess, you wished to live by your own strength?
Manuela: It's hard for me to explain. The goddess supports me both spiritually and emotionally. Everything else is up to me.
B
Edelgard: Professor Manuela? May I come in?
[...]
Edelgard: Uh… this room! What… what happened here?!
Manuela: Oh, nothing out of the ordinary. Why? Is something the matter?
Edelgard: No, I just - can I help you tidy up? Actually, I have to know. How did you make such a mess in the first place?
Manuela: Please don't ask for the details. Suffice to say my room always looks like this after I've been dumped.
Edelgard: Oh, right. Well, let's see what we can do about it.
[...]
Manuela: Your help was unexpected, but appreciated, Edelgard. Now, what can I do for you?
Edelgard: I heard that you haven't been acting like yourself, so I came to see if you're doing alright. But the moment I saw you, I could tell you were troubled, so it seemed pointless to ask.
Manuela: I suppose it was rather obvious, wasn't it? Perhaps I should stop being quite so dramatic… all the same, dear, I'd like to repay you for helping me out. Name your prize.
Edelgard: I don't need a reward, but… if you wouldn't mind answering my question, I'd greatly appreciate it.
Manuela: Of course. What is it?
Edelgard: I once asked you why you chose to retire. You said that the goddess supports you emotionally, but it's up to you to take care of the rest. I have to admit that I don't quite understand what you meant by that… can you please explain?
Manuela: Did I say that? Hm, I suppose so… from joining the Mittelfrank Opera Company to becoming a diva of the grand stage… I went through so much to achieve what I did. Looking back, I don't know how I made it.
Edelgard: What happened during that time?
Manuela: A lot. My divinely gifted voice only got me to the edge of the stage. From there, I had to work hard to defeat my rivals. I did all of this by myself, through sheer force of will. All so I could stand center-stage.
Edelgard: Ah, I see I was wrong about something. I thought that being a devout believer implied a certain weakness of spirit. An inability to survive on your own. But you've proven me wrong, Professor Manuela.
C
Edelgard: …
[...]
Manuela: Something on your mind, Edelgard? This may not be the best place to sit and think. An archer might try to take a lucky shot at you.
Edelgard: Right you are. I appreciate your concern.
[...]
Edelgard: In here, I'm trapped in a whirlwind of political affairs. I just needed to escape for a moment to get some fresh air.
Manuela: I understand completely. May I ask what was on your mind? I'd like to help.
Edelgard: To be honest… I still can't forget what you told me before. I don't want you to misunderstand and think I'm against everything the church represents. There's good there, buried in the corruption. Still… I find it extremely difficult to step back and accept the good, overlooking all the rest. For the world to start anew, it's necessary for the nobility system and the Church of Seiros to both be completely crushed.
Manuela: Perhaps… I suppose that might be the only way for you to achieve your goals.
Edelgard: I believe so, but… then I think about people like you who are devoted to the goddess. People who are unlike the others, who are willing to fight for themselves rather than leaving everything in the hands of a higher power… when I achieve my aim, I'll be crushing their… crushing your emotional and spiritual support. Yet despite all that, you're still here. Still supporting me.
Manuela: Don't worry yourself about that, Edelgard. People are always weaker than you think, but never as weak as you expect. The goddess is our silent foundation. She watches over our every step, but never gets directly involved. You, on the other hand, want to support us with your own flesh and blood. To push us forward toward a better future.
Edelgard: …
Manuela: As it were, some problems require drastic measures. I believe you know that better than anyone. It takes strength to take those measures. That's why you inspire people. You're probably why some of them get out of bed in the morning.
Edelgard: You're too kind.
Manuela: Nah, I've just been around a bit longer than you, that's all. While we're on the subject… yes, the goddess does supply me with emotional support. But so do you. Whether you know it or not.
Edelgard: I… what do you mean by that?
Manuela: Just what I said, my dear. Just what I said.
Edelgard: Ugh, now I'm blushing. Let's change the subject, shall we?
Manuela: As you wish. I think I've said quite enough as it is!
Soon after the war, Shamir disappeared. Ignatz searched unsuccessfully for her for a time, but finally gave up and went home. With hard-won permission from his family, he then set out to travel the world as an artist. Years later, he encountered Shamir by chance at an inn. When she saw that Ignatz had not yet left Fodlan, she encouraged him to leave the region, and offered to stay at his side and guard him until he did. It is rumored that he was overjoyed by this offer, and that the pair soon departed Fodlan to the west by sea, but where they traveled after that is unknown.
vs. Felix/Flayn (Azure Moon)
After becoming Duke Fraldarius, Felix married Flayn, and the couple worked tirelessly to restore their territory. Thanks to Felix's dedication and Flayn's compassion, they were well loved by the people, whom they visited and spoke with frequently. Felix served as Dimitri's sworn sword throughout his reign, but when the king passed away, he gave it up in favor of a quiet life with his wife. In his later years, the sword was only used for parlor tricks, such as slicing juggled fruit out of the air-a display of skill that never failed to delight Flayn.
Which paired ending is better?
Ignatz/Shamir
Felix/Flayn
Voting ended onJul 1
Support chain transcripts under the cut because I know those often colour people's feelings on the endings:
Ignatz and Shamir
C
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 okay for today. Sorry to disturb you. I'll be leaving now.
[...]
Shamir: Why must he be so difficult?
B
Ignatz: Um, excuse me. Shamir?
Shamir: What is it? Do you need something?
Ignatz: Yes. I was curious about the world beyond Fódlan.
Shamir: Oh.
Ignatz: You came from somewhere outside Fódlan, right? I'm curious about your homeland, what kind of place it was, and I thought you might…
Shamir: I will not.
Ignatz: Sorry?
Shamir: There's no point in me telling you about it.
Ignatz: I, uh, I see. Alright, then.
Shamir: Wait. You misunderstand. Hearing me tell stories about the things I've seen… what good is that? That's just my experience. If you want to know about the world, you need to experience it for yourself… is what I meant to say.
Ignatz: Oh! That's what it was. That's… good.
Shamir: How so?
Ignatz: I thought maybe you didn't like me.
Shamir: Is that what you think? In your experience, do I seem to dislike you? If you can't determine something as simple as that, then you would gain nothing from the outside world.
Ignatz: Oh, um, I don't actually know! I'm not very good at reading people, I guess.
Shamir: Ask me. I'm right here.
Ignatz: I… I'm not that brave. I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone! I'll be going now!
Shamir: Not brave enough to ask a simple question… or does he just not care?
A
Shamir: To put it plainly - no, I do not dislike you.
Ignatz: Really? Oh, whew, I'm so glad I asked!
Shamir: Hm, so he does care… why were you asking me about the world outside Fódlan before?
Ignatz: There's so much I have yet to see. Even these days, when it's ravaged by conflict, the world is so diverse. Buildings and landscapes and geography differ vastly from place to place. There's so much variety within Fódlan, and the outside world must be even more varied! I feel so inspired just thinking about it. So I'd like to travel there some day.
Shamir: I see. You should go.
Ignatz: You think so?
Shamir: I told you before. In order to know the world, you have to experience it for yourself. There is much to see. Even simple things. Flowers. Food. Varieties that don't exist in Fódlan. New smells. New tastes. I could tell you about them… but you would only imagine them, not comprehend them. If you want true understanding, go out into the world. See it with your eyes. Feel it with your skin… speak to its people. Then you will know.
Ignatz: Yes. Perhaps so…
Shamir: Is there something else?
Ignatz: You've never talked to me like this before, Shamir.
Shamir: It's nothing.
Ignatz: Ah, sorry… hearing you talk about exploring the world made me think about what I should do with myself. Do you have plans for the future, after the war?
Shamir: Not yet. You're ahead of me there. I must find my own path.
Ignatz: Ahead of you, Shamir? I highly doubt that.
Shamir: If you have time for empty compliments, you have time to encourage me instead.
Ignatz: Yes, of course. Shamir, may you find success in everything you do!
Shamir: Thank you, Ignatz. I'll do my best.
-
Felix and Flayn
C
Felix: Hunh! Hya!
[...]
Flayn: Spectacular work, Felix!
Felix: Why are you here? You're interrupting.
Flayn: Oh, uh - my apologies! I simply thought you were doing a great job… just how sharp is that blade of yours, Felix? Do you imagine you might be able to cut something cleanly with it?
Felix: Probably.
Flayn: Ah, wonderful! I have a special request for you, then.
Felix: You want me to cut this firewood?
Flayn: I do. I shall toss them one by one to you, and you shall make a sweeping blow to slice them!
Felix: Sounds like a chore.
Flayn: I saw a knight do it once, so surely you can, as well. Or perhaps you are worried that you are not capable.
Felix: What? I am more than capable.
Flayn: Right! Show me what you are made of. Here it co-
Felix: Doing them one by one is tedious. Just throw them all at once.
Flayn: All of them? If you insist! Here we go!
[...]
Flayn: Wow, you truly are spectacular!
Felix: I know.
Flayn: You are undoubtedly the most revered wood cutter in all the land. Now I am intrigued - next time, let us try an even larger wood pile!
Felix: Why did I agree to this?
B
Felix: Flayn. What's that you're hiding?
Flayn: Oh, no! My surprise is spoiled! I had brought some fruits for you to cut up, in addition to the firewood. I thought some variation might prove amusing!
Felix: No. I'm not doing that again. I've got better uses for my sword than chopping up fruit and firewood.
Flayn: I cannot imagine what could be better than chopping fruit.
Felix: Chopping up my enemies.
Flayn: You say that as though you have many enemies. So you would rather chop people than firewood, is that it?
Felix: That's not how I'd put it, but a blade's purpose is to kill. To chop wood, use an axe. To chop food, use a knife. It's simple.
Flayn: Surely it is not forbidden to use your sword for other things. Like chopping fruit. Swords that cut inanimate objects are servings a much finer purpose than those that cut living beings.
Felix: What a noble sentiment. But without a blade to cut down your enemies, you cannot win. Those who are weak lose everything, and they die. Those who are strong win, and live on. I understand why you balk at bloodshed, but you must know that it has a purpose.
Flayn: And what purpose might that be?
Felix: A purpose. Let's just leave it at that. I'm not in the mood to debate you. I'll continue to wield my sword. And, if necessary, cut down my enemies.
[...]
Flayn: He certainly is a stubborn one…
A
Flayn: Felix!
Felix: You. What is it now?
Flayn: Do not fret. I have not come to ask you to chop wood. I have other things to speak of with you. You said that for one to live, they must also be prepared to kill.
Felix: This again… yes, that's what I said. You still have a problem with that?
Flayn: No, I do not have a problem with it at all. I simply want you to live too.
Felix: Oh. Okay. Then I'll get back to my training.
Flayn: Excuse me. I am not finished yet. During this time of war, you must wield your sword to ensure your own life. If that is the case, then it follows that we should bring an end to this war.
Felix: To end the war, you'd have to kill more people.
Flayn: Perhaps that is true. But once all is said and done, there would no longer be a need to kill, only to live. Is that not so?
Felix: …That's pure fantasy. But if it came to pass, there would be no place for me. What would I do? I was raised to swing a sword. It's all I know. In a world without strife, warriors like me would be lost souls. It's tragic in a way. We fight to bring peace and then, if we achieve it, we lose our purpose.
Flayn: I do not think that is anything you should worry yourself over. If the war ends and peace reigns, I shall be sure to have plenty of wood chopping for you to do!
Felix: What a generous offer.
Flayn: And! You will never be short on fruits and vegetables to chop for me either! If you felt like you lost your purpose in life, surely you would find a new purpose. It is not like you to be afraid of losing something, after all.
Felix: Hm. I never thought about it, but maybe there is a path for me in peacetime. I'm intrigued. I might even like to realize this fantasy of yours.
Flayn: Oh, that brings me such joy, Felix! Together, we can make this a reality. I can see it now - a life where you slice vegetables rather than people. I will greatly enjoy the day when we inhabit a world like that.
While Flayn disappeared soon after the war, Seteth stayed at the monastery and worked to restore the authority of the Church of Seiros. Doing away with his old strictness, he adopted a tolerant stance toward all, and encouraged his followers to do the same. When he was satisfied that the message was received, he vanished from the monastery. Several centuries later, a man and a woman in ancient attire emerged to a Fodlan that had drastically changed. When she asked the man beside her if it would be all right in this new era to call him "Father," he said that perhaps it would be better to remain on the safe side.
vs. Raphael/Leonie
Leonie took over the mercenary company formerly led by Jeralt. She ran out of money constantly, however, due to sending all of her earnings back to her village, and so developed a reputation for unpaid tavern tabs. When she came upon the inn that Raphael had been helping to run with his family, she was overjoyed to finally find a place that would trust her enough to open a new tab. In her years frequenting the establishment, she accrued such a massive debt to Raphael that the only way to pay him off was to work for him. By the time the debt was finally paid, she had moved in with him. They lived together happily for the rest of their days.
Which paired ending is better?
Seteth/Flayn
Raphael/Leonie
Voting ended onJul 1
Support chain transcripts under the cut because I know those often colour people's feelings on the endings:
Seteth and Flayn
C
Seteth: Flayn! There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you.
Flayn: You worry too much, brother.
Seteth: I think a kidnapping is good cause for concern! I was so worried about you, I nearly fainted.
Flayn: Had that not happened, I would have never been allowed to join the professor's class. Even from something so dire, some good did come of it.
Seteth: That is a dangerous attitude. This world is full of peril. You must be more vigilant! Please understand, I allowed you to enroll here only because I thought it best for your safety.
Flayn: I am very much aware of that. You wanted to speak to me of something?
Seteth: Yes, my dear little sister. You are kind beyond all measure, and you are the very picture of innocence. But, precisely because of these very fine qualities, I worry about your interactions with the others here. This year's students are… particularly eccentric. As your brother, it is my duty to help you with any concerns you may have.
Flayn: I do appreciate the offer, but all the students and professors have treated me exceptionally well.
Seteth: Even so, there must be at least some worry. Please, you need not conceal anything from me.
Flayn: You worry far too much. There is truly nothing to share. And nothing for you to fret over!
Seteth: Are you absolutely sure? The idea of you suffering in silence is unbearable to me.
Flayn: Enough! I made it clear that nothing is wrong. I stand by my word. Well, there is one concern that comes to mind…
Seteth: What is it? Tell me! I will help however I can!
Flayn: There is a certain somebody who seems determined to get in the way of my friendships with my classmates.
Seteth: What?! That's horrible! Fear not, I will handle this scoundrel for you. Just tell me his name.
Flayn: It is you, brother. Now then, I must be on my way.
[...]
Seteth: …What was Flayn getting at just now? Let's see… I was speaking to her, I asked her to share her concerns, and… was there something else? No matter. Fear not, Flayn. Your brother will protect you from all harm!
B
Flayn: Brother!
Seteth: Flayn, is something the matter?
Flayn: I thought I made it clear that I do not want you meddling in the affairs of me and my friends!
Seteth: I am not quite sure what you are referring to. But, I promise you, I would never try to stand in your way.
Flayn: It has come to my attention that you have been running around asking people what they think of me. Asking everyone!
Seteth: Well, of course I have. It took me quite some time. But, for you, it was well worth the effort. I was able to confirm that you are getting along well with everyone. It was very reassuring.
Flayn: I cannot emphasize enough how embarrassed I was when I found out. And you have caused such a stir for those whom you questioned! Why, one person even said he feared for his life when you cornered him in the dining hall!
Seteth: The dining hall? Ah, I know the fellow you are referring to. Yes… I have seen the way he looks at you. I recognized in an instant that he had impure feelings for you. As your brother, I took it upon myself to test his resolve. I nearly asked him if he was prepared to lay his life on the line for my beloved sister.
Flayn: He is nothing more than a friend! Kindly keep out of my social business in the future.
Seteth: I am happy to see that you are making friends. But you should weigh your options more carefully.
Flayn: Who I befriend is absolutely none of your business! Do you know what they call people like you? Overprotective meddlers! I am no longer a child. Are you incapable of trusting me, even a little?
Seteth: Of course I trust you. But, as an elder brother, I have a certain responsibility…
Flayn: As my brother?
Seteth: Obviously.
Flayn: Oh, never mind it, if you'll excuse me.
[..]
Seteth: …
A
Seteth: Flayn.
Flayn: Here to pester me, brother?
Seteth: No, I think I'm the one who ought to be pestered.
Flayn: Regardless of what I say to you, it is not as though it has any effect in reducing your worry over me.
Seteth: That is true. No matter where you are, and no matter what you're doing, I will always worry. But that's only because I treasure you so very much. Please understand. I'm not trying to hurt you.
Flayn: Of that, I am well aware. I am touched that you care so deeply. When I think of it, it is my own fault that you have become so overprotective. I cannot blame you.
Seteth: No. The fault is entirely mine. You were still so young. I placed far too much strain on you, and our lack of resources was no excuse. Worse, I failed to watch you during the battle. Your mother, too. We… lost her because of me. Afterward, it broke my heart to see how much you would need to rest just to survive. I swore that I would dedicate every moment remaining in my life to your protection.
Flayn: Ever since then, I have been afraid of falling asleep. My fear of sleeping is outmatched only by my fear of spending my life alone. Even if it cannot last, I want to live among my peers as one of them - as an ordinary person. Similar to how you and Mother coexisted with your own comrades back then, fighting side by side.
Seteth: Quite right. I know you must leave the nest someday. No matter how many ages our lives may span, I know that's the way of it.
Flayn: Father…
Seteth: Don't.
Flayn: Nobody is listening, Father. Let me address you as such just this once. I have valued the quiet days you and I have spent alone together. But I am no longer a child. Just as you and Mother met one another, and eventually I was brought into the world, I -
Seteth: I know. Please, no more. No matter what happens, you're my daughter. It gives me great joy to see you grow. But, please, at least until this war is over, let me continue to worry. You're the most precious person in my life. I can't bear the thought of losing you.
Flayn: It seems I have no choice in the matter. I shall allow you to worry about me enough for yourself and Mother both. But only that much and no more, my dear father Cichol.
Seteth: Thank you, Cethleann.
-
Raphael and Leonie
C
Raphael: Hey, Leonie! Are you just getting back? Whoa! What's with the bag? It's huge!
Leonie: Oh, this? Ha… I thought I'd get all my chores done at once. Guess it got a little out of hand. Sorry to be a pain, but could you help me out?
Raphael: I'm happy to help! Where'd you go to get all this stuff?
Leonie: Well, first it was just the cloth scraps from the tailor, then it was the used oil from a restaurant in town… after that, it was the books the scholars didn't know what to do with. I mean, that was just on the way.
Raphael: Whoa. It sounds like you did a lot of running around today.
Leonie: It wasn't so bad! I just figured it would save time if I did it all in one trip.
Raphael: You planned all that out? Impressive! What are you gonna do with all the stuff you got?
Leonie: The scraps will be good for dish cloths, and I can make soap from the oil. The books are just to help with my studies.
Raphael: You really can't let anything go to waste, can you?
Leonie: Nope. Can't stand the idea.
Raphael: Who knew you were so thoughtful! I mean, with actual thinking ahead. You're so generous to everyone and always making me food. I never knew how much thought you put into it!
Leonie: I cook to relax. And it's nice to see how enthusiastic you get about eating what I make. Whatever I give away is just the stuff that isn't useful to me. I pick up all sorts of things when I'm in town. Giving things like that to people who need them, or who actually use them, makes sure they aren't wasted.
Raphael: That makes sense. You gotta use up the stuff you've got, after all. Hey, do you think you're like this because you didn't have much growing up?
Leonie: I guess things were tough, now that you mention it. The folks in my village definitely aren't rich. My dad had to go through a lot of trouble to get the recommendations I needed to go to the academy. That doesn't mean I've grown up to be stingy. It just means I don't like to squander. Anyway, enough of that. It's in poor taste to go on about your own hardships. I've always got time for a meal with a friend. And it just so happens I've picked up some choice meat today. Why don't we share it?
Raphael: Now you're speaking my language!
B
Leonie: Oh, it's Raphael. What's he doing at that desk?
Raphael: …
Leonie: Hey! Are you studying? I thought you'd given up on it. Nice to see you're…
Raphael: Waaaugh!
Leonie: What the?!
Raphael: Oh! Leonie!
Leonie: What's wrong? Why are you crying?
Raphael: I - I just got a thank you letter from my little sister!
Leonie: Okay, maybe start from the beginning.
Raphael: My little sister lives with my grandpa now. She's had to deal with so much now that I've decided not to take over the family business.
Leonie: You might have to back up a bit more before this starts to makes sense to me.
Raphael: Our parents were merchants, but they died in an accident. We had some money saved at first, but… but Grandpa isn't healthy enough to work, and I'm not smart enough to work a job that requires… much thinking.
Leonie: That's really tough. Hard to make a fortune with just your strength, I'm sure.
Raphael: I had to sell all our valuables just to pay my way here so I could become a knight!
Leonie: Wow. That's a lot of pressure.
Raphael: My sister wants the best for me, but - she's the smart one in the family! She's the one that should be here! When I ask if she needs anything, she always says she's fine. She doesn't want to ask for anything 'cause she knows I'm having such a hard time here!
Leonie: She sounds like a great kid. So, what did the letter say?
Raphael: It said she's happy and thankful for all the study materials I sent her!
Leonie: That's good, right? Wait… where did you find extras?
Raphael: I couldn't find any, so I just sent her mine! It's like you said, right? It's better to give them to someone who will use them instead of letting them go to waste!
Leonie: Um, don't take this the wrong way, but don't think you've still got things to learn? Well, I guess if it makes her happy, it's worth it. Maybe I can scrounge up something for her too.
A
Leonie: Hey! Writing to your sister again?
Raphael: You bet! Gotta reply to these things as soon as they come in!
Leonie: You had one last week, too. It's good to see you're both so good about staying in touch. It's especially important when there's a war going on.
Raphael: Yeah. Oh! That reminds me! My sister wrote to say how much she loved the painting supplies you sent!
Leonie: Good. I'm glad gathering those pigments paid off.
Raphael: You even made her a brush! I really appreciate you doing all that for her.
Leonie: I was fascinated with painting at that age. I was a pretty artistic kid, if you can believe it. Not a lot of time for it when you're hungry, though.
Raphael: Sounds like you had a pretty rough time growing up, too, huh?
Leonie: I guess so. We never thought of it that way. But it's true the children in my village don't usually get to choose their futures. Any one of us could have had the talent for artistic genius and never even noticed. I was one of the lucky ones. I only got to follow my passion thanks to my father and all the other folks. That's why, once I come into my own, the first thing I'll do is head back there and help the other kids.
Raphael: Oh, wow. It's like all the kids in your village are counting on you.
Leonie: Haha, no need to exaggerate it. Besides, it's not like I'm unique. You're working hard for your sister's future, aren't you?
Raphael: Yeah. It's like me and you are both carrying big weights. We should try sharing our weights with one another! You know, lighten both of our loads!
Leonie: Huh?
Raphael: If we share our problems, then we only gotta carry half the weight, right? It works out for everybody!
Leonie: It's… probably a good thing you didn't try to take on your family's business. If you take half of my burden, and I take half of yours, the total's still the same.
Raphael: Nah, that doesn't sound right. Everything's lighter when you don't gotta carry it alone.
Leonie: …Haha, on second thought, you might be right. With that attitude, and the right partner to share the burden, maybe it is only half the weight.
Raphael: Now you're getting it! It's a waste of energy to struggle alone when there's someone who can help you!
Leonie: That's true. And I do hate waste, as you well know. So when it comes to working toward the future you're after, I won't fall short.
Raphael: Great! And you should never fall short on sharing a big meal with me too!
Leonie: Deal!
i like these polls, but i must ask... why exactly are you using ai to extend the portraits...? are the portraits on its own not fine enough??
Hi, I am not using AI! I am staunchly anti-AI. As I said in the tags of the first poll, these are coming from therandomman64 on Reddit, who posted his portrait edits from 2020-2022, so before generative AI blew up and certainly before it was any good at generating images. Very occasionally I've been cropping them or touching colours up with Photopea (basically just Photoshop) as a couple of the portraits looked a bit more natural than others, but otherwise none of it is my work.
It's worth remembering that AI isn't the only way of editing images and that not every digital creation is generative AI vs. say Photoshop. I understand why people jump to it nowadays but that's why I made sure to give credit in the first post :)
Edit: I just dug through and he has an old comment crediting ChrisBryer on DeviantArt for some of the full body sprite edits he used, and those posts come from 2019 and earlier.
After the war, Ashe was formally knighted and appointed the new head of House Gaspard, which had no successors. The young and inexperienced lord faced a great deal of difficulty in governing, until his court was blessed with a new adviser in Cyril. Using skills he learned during his time as a student at the Officers Academy, Cyril offered Ashe the advice he needed to grow into a worthy lord. Over time, Ashe gained the respect of his people, and Gaspard territory prospered. The pair swore always to be there to help one another, and remained best friends for the whole of their lives.
vs. Lorenz/Manuela
As the new head of House Gloucester, Lorenz first worked to restore his own territory, and then expanded his vision to include reforms for all Fodlan. At the height of his storied political career, he announced his marriage to Manuela, who had established a new school for children in a small town. Seeing the beauty in Manuela's dream, Lorenz put all his resources toward building schools like Manuela's all over Fodlan, providing education to scores of children who had been left helpless by the war. After many years of success and prosperity, a bronze statue of the couple was erected at the original school to honor their achievement. It stands to this day.
Which paired ending is better?
Ashe/Cyril
Lorenz/Manuela
Voting ended onJun 30
Support chain transcripts under the cut because I know those often colour people's feelings on the endings:
Ashe and Cyril
C
Ashe: What are all these books doing on the floor? Hey, Cyril, what's going on here?
Cyril: I'm tidying up the library - sweeping the floors, dusting the shelves, restocking the books…
Ashe: Isn't there a schedule for library cleaning duty? Why are you doing all of this by yourself?
Cyril: Oh, I'm helping out the kid whose job it is. He says I'm making him look bad, but I'm just happy to help. Besides, some of these books are valuable. Gotta handle 'em carefully. Not a lot of people get that,
Ashe: But there are so many. You really think you'll get all this done today?
Cyril: Easy. There's more stuff to do tomorrow, so the library has gotta get done today.
Ashe: And I guess you're planning to do all that by yourself, too.
Cyril: Yep.
Ashe: Come on, it'll be dusk soon. Let me help.
Cyril: Nah, it's my job and I'm gonna do it.
Ashe: There is no way one person can shelve all these books before nightfall, Cyril!
Cyril: Like I said, these books need to be handled real careful. Shouldn't you be doing your own thing anyway? This is my job, and I'm gonna do it because I know Lady Rhea expects it done a certain way.
Ashe: I can't just stand here and watch. I won't get in your way, alright? I'll handle this shelf and you take the next one.
Cyril: Listen! I said I don't need your help.
Ashe: I promise I'll be careful, okay? Let's just get to it.
Cyril: Ugh, fine. You do over there. I'll do all of this.
Ashe: Got it.
Cyril: Ugh…
B
Cyril: Hey, Ashe.
Ashe: Hey there, Cyril. Is there something on your mind?
Cyril: Well, I just… I wanted to thank ya for helping me.
Ashe: Huh? When do you mean?
Cyril: You know, when ya helped me with cleaning up the library?
Ashe: Ah, right! That was quite a while ago! I'd completely forgotten about it. No need to thank me, though. It was nothing. Do you need help with anything today? I've got some spare time. I really don't mind.
Cyril: Well, I'd rather take care of the stuff I've been asked to do on my own.
Ashe: I could give you a hand, though, couldn't I?
Cyril: Yeah, ya could, but I sure would rather ya didn't. Me doing those jobs is why I get to stay here, even though I'm an Almyran.
Ashe: Oh, so it's a status thing. I can understand that. I can get pretty awkward if I ever have to ask a favor from a noble.
Cyril: Exactly. That's why I don't want anybody's help.
Ashe: You don't need to feel that way around me, though. I'm just a commoner. I'm only in here thanks to a bit of luck, so really, I'm just the same as you.
Cyril: I don't know if that's exactly true, but maybe…
Ashe: Either way, birth and social status don't really matter for us, do they? After all, we're friends, right?
Cyril: Friends?
Ashe: Yeah. And when a friend needs you, you've got to help, don't you?
Cyril: I don't know. I guess I've never been anybody's friend before.
Ashe: It's easy. If I'm in trouble, you help me out. And if you need something, I help you too.
Cyril: Huh… okay. But I've packed up for the day already, so maybe ya could help me out next time?
Ashe: Sure! Whenever you need a hand, just let me know.
Cyril: Ashe is my friend… and friends help each other out. Yeah… that sounds nice.
A
Ashe: No good. I've lost sight of them completely, and those monsters might still be out there… I'd better get back to the monastery before dark.
Cyril: Ashe! Ashe, I finally found ya!
Ashe: Cyril? What are you doing here? You're awfully far from your post.
Cyril: I'd heard you'd gone missing, so I started looking for you everywhere. Here, I brought you a map. You can use this to get home later, right?
Ashe: You came all this way for that? Alone? It's dangerous out here.
Cyril: Am I being a nuisance?
Ashe: Of course not. This is a big help, actually. You took a serious risk coming out here, though.
Cyril: But… I thought we were friends? That's what you told me, Ashe. You said friends help each other when they're in trouble.
Ashe: I did say that. You're right. Come on, let's get back to the monastery. I could use your help finding the way.
Cyril: I know you could. That's why I came out here. Oh, no. I just thought about it. I'm gonna be in trouble when I get back, huh?
Ashe: Maybe. Leaving your post is against orders. But don't worry. I'll take a share of the punishment.
Cyril: What? Why? You did nothing wrong.
Ashe: True. We're friends, though, aren't we?
Cyril: Friends gotta get punished together, too? I don't know about all that.
Ashe: I wouldn't put it like that. I'd say friends stick together, through good and bad. So, let's split the blame. That's what friends are for.
Cyril: Wow, so that's what friends are for. Okay, then. When you're in trouble next time and you need my help, I'll go with ya to get punished.
Ashe: Good. I hope you remember that, because I think we're going to be friends for a long time.
Cyril: You betcha. Friends for life, Ashe. That's a promise.
-
Lorenz and Manuela
C
Manuela: Ah, Lorenz. Do you have a moment to spare, my dear?
Lorenz: Hello, Professor Manuela. I trust all is well with you?
Manuela: I am quite well, quite well. Thank you for asking. You are always such a gentleman.
Lorenz: Thank you for saying so. How may I be of service?
Manuela: I was wondering if we might spend a little time together. Maybe chat a bit?
Lorenz: Certainly. It is an honor to speak with someone as elegant as yourself. I've just made tea. Would you like a cup?
Manuela: Oh, that would be just lovely. Lorenz, I hope you won't think it too forward of me, but… I was wondering if you could explain a poem to me? It goes like this… verdant rains soothe… my aching heart like a cherished friend… amid time's flow, I mourn… bonds I'm not sure I can ever rend… as my mind clings to desperate thoughts… here it comes, Horsebow Moon and summer's end…
Lorenz: Oh. That's, um… That's my poem.
Manuela: As I suspected. I've checked absolutely everyone's handwriting. It's a sad poem, though, isn't it? Feels lonely. Possibly even, dare I say, defeated. What makes you feel that way, Lorenz? Why aren't you happy? I very much want to know.
Lorenz: Well, I suppose I - wait, why are you reading my poetry? Where did you even get that?!
Manuela: I found it. And when I saw the words, I read them. That's what people do when they see words. They read them.
Lorenz: Kindly return that at once! Reading someone else's work without permission?! What an egregious breach of etiquette! Honestly!
Manuela: Oh, dear. Snatching at something someone else is holding. How violent. It's not like you to lose your composure, Lorenz.
Lorenz: Please - just forget you ever saw it. I beg you.
Manuela: I'm afraid I could never forget that peek into the darkness of your soul. Nor would I want to.
Lorenz: Then at the very least would you kindly promise not to mention it to anyone else?!
Manuela: Don't feel embarrassed! No! Be proud. It's a lovely piece of writing. Quite revealing. I'd never guess you'd have such hidden depths. Tell me more.
Lorenz: That's quite enough!
Manuela: Oh, that's absolutely adorable. So bashful. I simply must hear more of his poetry sometime soon.
B
Manuela: ♪ Amid time's flow, I mourn… bonds I am unsure I can ever rend… ♪
Lorenz: Is that Professor Manuela? Her voice is every bit as fine as you might expect from the former leader of the Mittelfrank Troupe… if it weren't for her drinking, and her woefully inadequate manners, she would fit right in with high society - wait a minute…
Manuela: ♪ As my mind clings to desperate thoughts… here it comes, Horsebow Moon and summer's end… ♪
Lorenz: That's my - oh, no. No, no, no!
Manuela: Oh, Lorenz! I heard you shout. Are you okay?
Lorenz: The poem! My poem! Forget it, I said! I asked you for one thing!
Manuela: And I told you it would be impossible for me to forget.
Lorenz: Certainly I understand, but setting it to music? And now singing it?
Manuela: Oh, yes! It makes for a beautiful song, doesn't it? I'm feeling so lonely and blue. My dearest has left. He is gone far away, and I'm here. All alone. And in my sadness, your poem… well, it became a song for me to sing. It brought me a moment of happiness…
Lorenz: I do not know who spurned you, but I assure you my poem has nothing to do with any such feelings. It is getting late. We should both turn in. I will take my leave now.
Manuela: Oh. I understand. You're leaving me, too. Why? Am I too old to matter?
Lorenz: No, I never said any such thing. Why, I am sure there are plenty of men who would prefer a mature woman such as yourself.
Manuela: "Mature," he says. I knew it. You're all the same, you know. No one sees the person behind the voice. They just see me older today than yesterday. They say, "Oh, look what happened to her." Nobody sees my frustration, my resignation to be forever alone. But you do. It's all right there in your poem.
Lorenz: Please. I assure you, my poem was not about that at all. It was actually about the ideal of nobility. The sentiment is that, someday, I know I will get what I want. There is no resignation in it, as you seem to be suggesting.
Manuela: Lorenz… I was sure the poem was more about someone lamenting their frailty and the loneliness of time's passing. But that's not it at all, is it? This is the story of someone impatient to get ahead. Who is afraid they'll never make it.
Lorenz: The speaker in the poem does lament his shortcomings. The road to reach his ideal is long. It is a trial. A test. If he can just find his way through it, he knows he can move forward. So I think you should try to move forward too. Because with a voice as talented as yours, how could you possibly fail?
Manuela: Lorenz… someday, you should let me sing this song in public. I think people who are battling through their own trials… they might find comfort in this. And I believe I'm the only one who can do your work justice.
Lorenz: Very well. You have my assent. On the condition that you do not attach my name to it. Now, permit me to retire for the night. I require ample rest to maintain an adequate level of polish, you know. I suppose if my poem must be set to music, then it had best be done by such a talented singer.
A
Manuela: ♪ As my mind clings to desperate thoughts… here it comes, Horsebow Moon and summer's end… ♪
[...]
Manuela: Did you hear me just now? What did you think?
Lorenz: Marvelous. As though sung by the goddess herself. Enchanting. Heartrending. Your voice truly captivates all who hears. It is as though you channel all the emotion and human experience of your life into the music.
Manuela: Well, I guess I have my fair share of life experience. So long as you're not implying I'm old…
Lorenz: No, that is not - I mean to say that you skillfully applied your own interpretation in the music.
Manuela: Interpretation? When I sing, I am not interpreting. I'm scarcely thinking at all. I simply yield my heart to the poetry, and the emotion follows naturally.
Lorenz: I believe that is what they call genius. I hope you will permit me to listen again. I would like to hear it up close next time.
Manuela: Of course. Next time, I'll perform a private show. Just the two of us…
Lorenz: You mock me?!
Manuela: Never. I wasn't mocking you. In fact, I'd like to see more of your poetry.
Lorenz: My poetry? Why?
Manuela: I'd like to use it for another song. I promise that when it's done, you'll be the first to hear.
Lorenz: Please. My poetry is merely an idle pursuit.
Manuela: That doesn't matter. The words are unadorned… the feelings so direct. Your poems have touched my heart. They are so true to life.
Lorenz: I suppose there is a certain appeal in the portrayal of such dark emotions. Even if it is a bit graceless. Very well. Take this. You may use any of the poems I've finished working on.
Manuela: Oh, my. I can hardly wait. Is this the next part of the poem I was singing just now?
Lorenz: Yes. I wrote that after I heard you sing the first part. I had nearly given up on it, to be honest, but your music gave me the inspiration to continue. Though it is still quite unpolished, and not at all ready for a broader readership, I feel.
Manuela: Unpolished? No, Lorenz. It's beautiful. Thank you. To think that my voice inspired you… yet it's you who inspires my voice. I'm so excited to start a new song!
Lorenz: Yes, please do!
After becoming Duke Fraldarius, Felix married Lysithea, who assisted his efforts to restore both his territory and the Kingdom at large with countless insights. She became known for walking among the people, sharing with them her wisdom. After her death, Felix received a visit from a local artisan, who brought to him a cake and claimed that Lysithea had given him the recipe. Felix adored the flavor, enjoying that style of cake for the rest of his days. The people acquired a taste for it too, and Lysithea's treat became traditional in the north of Faerghus.
vs. Felix/Dorothea (Azure Moon)
After the war, Felix inherited the title of Duke Fraldarius from his late father, Rodrigue. He married Dorothea, and the two began a happy life together. After they had finished restoring Fraldarius territory, Felix traveled across Fodlan as the king's right hand. Dorothea traveled with him always, and even threw herself into battle alongside him every so often. Tales of their bravery endured for generations, thanks in no small part to the operas that Dorothea wrote and composed herself.
Which paired ending is better?
Felix/Lysithea
Felix/Dorothea
Voting ended onJun 30
Support chain transcripts under the cut because I know those often colour people's feelings on the endings:
Felix and Lysithea
C
Lysithea: Mmmm… yum. Mmmm… ahh, so delicious! I'm so content in this moment.
[...]
Felix: …
Lysithea: Felix!
Felix: Lysithea. You look mortified.
Lysithea: How long have you been there? Were you watching me? You were, weren't you?
Felix: I was, yes.
Lysithea: Ugh, for once I thought I had some privacy.
Felix: Did you say something?
Lysithea: Huh? Nope. Didn't say anything at all. Here.
Felix: What's this for?
Lysithea: I'm buying your silence… with cake. Take it.
Felix: I'm not sure what to be silent about.
Lysithea: If people knew I was shoveling cake into my face by the fistful, they'd think me nothing more than a child!
Felix: Adults eat cake.
Lysithea: You'll never understand. Just take this, will you?!
Felix: No. I don't like sweets.
Lysithea: Does your refusal mean you'll be telling everyone about my cake-shoveling ways?
Felix: I just don't like sweets, that's all.
Lysithea: Nonsense! Nobody can resist something so delicious. Look, I'm giving you this cake whether you like it or not. Eat it, toss it, throw it at an unsuspecting victim - the choice is yours. Just please don't mention this to anyone.
[...]
Felix: What was her problem? And what am I supposed to do with this cake?
B
Lysithea: Mmmm! Ahh, yes! These are the moments I live for!
[...]
Felix: I don't understand you.
Lysithea: You again?! Can't you see I'm busy?
Felix: Trust me, I didn't mean to interrupt.
Lysithea: So, how did you like the cake? I bet you ate it, didn't you? I knew it was irresistible. What was the experience like? I'm curious, from a research perspective.
Felix: I don't know. I didn't eat it. I gave it to some kid.
Lysithea: You… gave it to some… undeserving child?!
Felix: We've been over this. I don't like sweets.
Lysithea: Cake is not a "sweet." Cake is the divine essence of the heavens!
Felix: Everyone has their own tastes.
Lysithea: That's true, but life without cake is no life at all. Your divisiveness regarding cake is inexcusable.
Felix: I'm not sure why you're so fixated on this.
Lysithea: I simply can't resist the spongy magnificence of cakes. I don't understand how you can be so dispassionate about it.
Felix: I don't know. I just don't like it.
Lysithea: Just try a bite. Come on. Open up!
Felix: No. I already told you, I don't want it.
Lysithea: But I made this one. With care and attention - love, even. Ah, and I went light on the sugar, just for you!
Felix: Not light enough, I'd bet. If I eat this, will you stop bothering me?
Lysithea: More or less. Just don't give it to some silly child this time.
[...]
Felix: Let's get this over with.
A
Lysithea: Felix! I've awaited this fated day!
Felix: You don't change. Still prattling on about it.
Lysithea: Aw, come on. I just wanted to hear what you thought of the cake I gave you.
Felix: Uh… it was edible.
Lysithea: If by edible you mean incredible, then yes! I agree.
Felix: It was satisfying and lightweight. I imagine it would be quite useful as a battlefield provision.
Lysithea: Please refrain from lumping delectable cake into the same category as provisions.
Felix: You're upset, and I don't understand why. I'm complimenting the cake. You cured my dislike of sweets. For that, I thank you.
Lysithea: You have an interesting way of giving compliments, but I'm glad you liked it.
Felix: Yes. Got any cakes on you?
Lysithea: You say that as though I just carry cake on me at all times! Did you want some?
Felix: That's not what I meant. If you've baked a cake, however, I wouldn't object to eating a slice.
Lysithea: If cake is what you want, you can just ask me directly. It just so happens I have a brand-new recipe I tried out, special for you. It's delicious and not overly sweet. Perfect for you.
Felix: Okay.
Lysithea: Go on - take a bite!
Felix: Mmm.
Lysithea: You love it! I can tell. Here, try this one out, too!
Felix: Mmm.
Lysithea: See! So amazing, huh? Just keep working on that sweet tooth of yours. Then we can share cake notes and eat cake together all the time. That is… it just sounds nice, is all.
Felix: Mmm? Okay. That does sound nice.
-
Felix and Dorothea
C
Dorothea: Felix, my goodness, I swear you're always training. Such a hard worker. So strong.
Felix: Hunh! Hah! Hyah!
Dorothea: Hello? Felix?
[...]
Felix: What?
Dorothea: You can hear me. That's good. I was worried maybe your ears didn't work.
Felix: What do you want?
Dorothea: Oh, nothing… nothing in particular, I mean. But now that I'm here, and now that you've asked… when you've finished up, do you think you'd like to join me in the dining hall for something sweet?
Felix: I'll pass. I don't like sweets. Also, you're a nuisance. Stay away from me.
Dorothea: That's not a very nice way to talk to a classmate. Anyway, you sound like you're shooing away a stray cat.
Felix: Shhh. Shut up.
Dorothea: I am not a stray cat, Felix, and I am not leaving until you take a moment to chat with me.
Felix: You are a pest. Fine - do what you will.
[...]
Dorothea: Oh, you better believe I am going to keep doing exactly what I will.
Felix: Hah! Hyuh! Hunh!
Dorothea: Hmm… maybe instead of a sweet treat, we can get something spicy? Would you like that? I've heard the dining hall is serving a dish with some western spices in it. Mmm… does that sound good, Felix? Would you like something spicy instead of sweet?
[...]
Felix: You're distracting me. When I am hungry, I will eat. Alone. Stop squawking at me.
Dorothea: Well, since you asked so nicely, I'll leave you in peace. Goodbye, Felix!
Felix: Finally.
B
Felix: You're following me. Stop.
Dorothea: I'm leaving you alone, just as you asked. I may be walking the same way as you, but -
Felix: What do you want?
Dorothea: You've made it abundantly clear I'm not to want anything from you, including politeness.
Felix: I heard a rumor that you're planning to settle down with a noble. You're trying to get close to me, aren't you? You want to marry into House Fraldarius.
Dorothea: Nice try, Felix, but it's not like any old noble will do. I just find you interesting is all. Is that so odd?
Felix: Interesting? I'm not interesting. What do you mean?
Dorothea: I've never met a noble so… unsociable. Yes, that's the word. Unsociable. Other nobles are quick to be friends, even if it's just because they might gain something from it.
Felix: The Empire's nobility, maybe. The Kingdom's nobility is a whole different animal.
Dorothea: If they are, so what? You should care how others think of you.
Felix: Why? I don't answer to them. All that matters is improving my skill. I'll prove my worth on the battlefield. Those people care so much about appearances they can't even see each other. It makes me sick.
Dorothea: Oh, I agree. What's important isn't how someone looks, it's their true nature. I don't pretend to know your true nature. I don't even have a very good understanding of my own. But I suppose you see mine just fine, don't you? Just a silly girl with no thoughts in her head except for marrying a noble, yes? Goodbye, Felix.
[...]
Felix: Hm.
A
Felix: You. Get over here.
Dorothea: "Get over here"? Ha! How about I tell you to get out of here?
Felix: You're always following me around. At least make yourself useful. Let's spar.
Dorothea: What? Are you serious?
Felix: I don't joke. Draw your weapon, unless you intend to fight without one.
Dorothea: If you want to train, then do it on your own.
Felix: If you don't attack first, I will.
Dorothea: OK. If you want me to knock some sense into you, who am I to say no?
[...]
Felix: For someone whose only aspiration is marriage, you're pretty strong.
Dorothea: Is this your attempt at flattery? Aw, it is, isn't it. When I was in the opera, I always trained for self-defense. Couldn't really get by without it. Nowadays, if you can't use a sword, then you're just in the way.
Felix: Perhaps I had you all wrong. I thought you were just a frivolous girl who cared only for men of status. On the contrary, you seem well aware of the realities of the world. I respect that.
Dorothea: Yeah, yeah. Alright. Ahh, I'm beat. I'm going to go sit down and relax with a cup of tea. You'll join me, naturally.
Felix: I will?
Dorothea: We just trained together. Are you really going to turn me down?
Felix: Just this once.
Dorothea: Good, let's go for tea. While we're at it, shall you treat me to a meal?
Felix: Don't get carried away.
Dorothea: Aw, you're no fun…
A+
Dorothea: So, Felix, is the tea to your liking?
Felix: It is.
[...]
Dorothea: It's nice to relax like this every now and then, isn't it?
Felix: It is.
Dorothea: You said some of your equipment is damaged, didn't you?
Felix: It… it is.
Dorothea: …
Felix: …
Dorothea: Are you not in the mood to talk? We could discuss your family or what's happening in high society? Flavors of tea? Your favorite jokes?
Felix: None of those. I already told you I don't joke.
Dorothea: Of course, only cynicism. Oh, I know! We're holding a small opera in the cathedral soon. I'll be singing too. If you're interested in… but of course you aren't.
Felix: You can sing?
Dorothea: I'm sorry. What did you just say? Can I sing? I was only a diva of the Mittelfrank Opera Company, that's all.
Felix: Oh, right. I forgot.
Dorothea: You forgot. Am I that uninteresting to you? What must you think of me?
Felix: You're insincere and loud, is what I think. But you do make a good sparring partner. And a good tea companion.
Dorothea: Oh?
Felix: Anyway. When's the concert?
Dorothea: It's an opera. And you don't have to come.
Felix: You just invited me. You can't tell me not to come. That's for me to decide.
Dorothea: Then you must be there! I'll sing my heart out, just for you.
Felix: I haven't said I'll go.
Dorothea: Are you going to come or not? If you keep teasing me, I might just pretend to cry.
Felix: Fine. I'll go.
Dorothea: Fantastic! I look forward to it.