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This page contains all of Jeorge's paired base conversations.

Jeorge and Kris

First conversation

Kris: Sir Jeorge, we're counting on you. Might I say, it is an honor to fight alongside one who is acclaimed to be the finest archer in the continent.
Jeorge: The finest in the continent...? I'm sorry, but that's a gross exaggeration. Please don't mention it again.
Kris: Huh? Why?
Jeorge: I hail from a noble family, you see, and somebody within my family just spread that claim for fame and nothing else. I'm not actually that great.
Kris: A-ah, I see... By the way, may I ask you something? At Chiasmir Bridge, why were you...
Jeorge: Defending the castle, even though I'm an archer?
Kris: Er, yes. Well, it was quite fortunate for us, but...
Jeorge: Truly, bows aren't suited for defending castles. If the enemy gets too close, there's nothing we can do, but pray to God. However, Hardin fully knew that when he ordered that guard duty.
Kris: ...In other words...
Jeorge: That's right. Basically, an execution. He might as well have told me to "die defending the castle".
Kris: But why would he...?
Jeorge: I kept pointing out the errors of his ways, and I didn't support Lang, to boot. From Hardin's viewpoint, I was nothing but a hindrance.
Kris: ...
Jeorge: I thought I should die there, too. But Kris, you and the others reminded me of where my loyalty truly lies. For that, I thank you.
Kris: The pleasure is mine and I am thankful to be able to fight alongside you, Sir Jeorge.

Second conversation

Jeorge: ...And then, Astram and Midia became lovers that day. The members of my family who wanted me and Midia to wed were livid, but... 'Twas a matter of feelings, you see.
Kris: I had no idea...
Jeorge: And that's why I'm still single. If only I could find a nice girl who would comfort me...
(If Kris is male)
Kris: But in that case... People might think you're a frivolous man.
(If Kris is female)
Kris: I knew you'd say that... I've heard the rumors about you. People would think you're a frivolous man.

Jeorge: Haha, wouldn't that be troublesome?
Kris: But, that's what you want others to think... Am I right?
Jeorge: ...Hm?
(If Kris is male)
Kris: Those who lay eyes on you... Are captivated by your beauty and your rank of nobility. But your fighting style seems at odds with your appearance. If anything, it seems somewhat calculated. My grandfather once taught me one's way of fighting reveals more about them than anything else. You are in fact a very ingenious man.
(If Kris is female)
Kris: Those who lay eyes on you... Are captivated by your beauty and your rank of nobility. But your fighting style seems at odds with your appearance. If anything, it seems somewhat calculated. My grandfather once taught me one's way of fighting reveals more about them than anything else. Aren't you actually a very ingenious man?

Jeorge: Am I? Why would you think that?
Kris: Back in Chiasmir Bridge, when we persuaded you to our side... Didn't that go exactly as you planned? You were ordered by Hardin to defend the castle, but you could have hid and instead chose to remain in plain sight. You knew a lone archer in that position wouldn't pose a threat to our army. And besides, you had a deep relationship with Altea, having taught Gordin in the ways of archery...
Jeorge: ...You think too highly of me. I am not that smart.
Kris: And if we go even further back... You refusing to support Lang back in Grust might have been a preparation for that... As long as your subordinates were with you, you couldn't switch to Prince Marth's side, but you didn't want to fight him either... In order to make the Altean army aware of your intentions, you chose not to make a move... And that action led us to convince you back in Chiasmir Bridge. Not to mention it enraged Emperor Hardin, causing you to defend the castle...
Jeorge: ...
Kris: If all of this was premeditated... you are truly a fearsome man.
Jeorge: ...You overestimate me. It all happened by chance. However... Even if I could see that far ahead... Such a plan... wouldn't have worked without the co-operation of Altea's army. It was only successful because I believed you would act wisely.

Third conversation

Jeorge: ...I'm from House Menedy, which is a rather well-known family in Archanea. It wasn't particularly famous for martial prowess or anything. However, it excelled at foresight and trickery. Which side to bet on to win or how to get ahold of somebody's heart... That's how House Menedy managed to retain their political influence.... Thus, cementing it as one of the Five Houses of Archanea.
Kris: ...
Jeorge: But I couldn't see eye to eye with their methods of living. Always acting with a plan and playing other people into their hands... I found that disgusting. I longed for a lifestyle with more freedom.
Kris: So that's why you broke up with Miss Midia...
Jeorge: However, as they say, I have their blood in my veins. Just as you've noticed, my true nature has a cold, calculating element. While I find disgust with my family's scheming mind, I have no choice but to rely on it... That's who I am. To protect my men and Lady Nyna too... To find the best way to solve a problem... I can't help but see people as chess pieces.
Kris: Sir Jeorge... Please tell me. How do you see the end of this war, with those far-seeing eyes of yours?
Jeorge: Those of House Menedy always know who is going to prevail. And Prince Marth will be victorious.
Kris: I'm glad...
(If Kris is male)
Jeorge: However, that depends on you. My prediction will only come to light if you keep on winning. Defeat isn't an option. Can you do it?
Kris: Anything for Prince Marth's victory.
Jeorge: Heh... Just the answer I wanted. Then I'll stay nearby and make sure you keep that oath.
(If Kris is female)
Jeorge: But, my prediction will only come to light if you're alive. Kris, don't die. It's fine to run at times. ...I want you to stay alive.
Kris: W-why are you telling me this...?
Jeorge: If I say it's because I like you... Would you believe me?
Kris: N-no, not if it's you, Sir Jeorge. I'm sure you're planning something...
Jeorge: ...Indeed. I don't deny that this is a plan, but well... I'll leave the reason up to your imagination. But reason aside, I do want you to live... Please remember there's a man here who's counting on your survival.
Kris: Sir Jeorge...

Gordin and Jeorge

First conversation

Gordin: Gasp! Yah!!
Gordin: One, two, three... Whew, five, huh.
Jeorge: Aren't you full of enthusiasm today.
Gordin: Ah, Master Jeorge! W-were you watching?
Jeorge: I was indeed. That's an awfully straight face for someone doing something so fun.
Gordin: That's mean, Master. You could have said something if you were watching.
Jeorge: Watching over his little student's staggering efforts is the duty of a teacher, is it not?
Gordin: Knowing you, you were probably laughing at me instead...
Jeorge: That WAS the idea, but... I got distracted.
Gordin: So you were planning to laugh after all.
Jeorge: Shaking the tree with your first shot... Then hitting as many falling leaves as you could with your second shot. I'm impressed. In your first shot, you put in all your strength... In the second, concentration and precision are key. Moreover, if those two shots aren't fired in rapid succession, then there aren't any leaves left to shoot. Pretty well thought out, if you ask me.
Gordin: That's Master Jeorge for you. You've seen right through my training!
Jeorge: So, the secret of Altea's finest archer has come to light.
Gordin: Ah, no, you're exaggerating, sir...
Jeorge: No, I really am not. Look at you, You were a child -a mere apprentice when we met. And now... you've grown so much.
Gordin: It was all thanks to your guidance, Master.
Jeorge: Hahaha, flattery will not get you everywhere. ...But, it's true. As your master, I ought to give you one last lesson.
Gordin: One last...?
Jeorge: Stand back, Gordin.
Gordin: Y-yes.
Jeorge: Uh... Hyaah!!
Gordin: W-what!?
Jeorge: How many?
Gordin: T-twelve...
Jeorge: Heh. Not too shabby for my first try.
Gordin: That... that's just so cool... Argh, and I thought I was doing pretty good too...

Second conversation

Gordin: Err... Nine this time... Guess I'm still no match for Master.
Jeorge: I see your defenses are still wide open.
Gordin: Whoa!! W-what... Wait, Master Jeorge! Don't just appear outta nowhere and poke me! It tickles!
Jeorge: Oh come on. Get over it. What would you do if an enemy poked you in the ribs, huh?
Gordin: With all due respect, no self-respecting soldier spends their time poking people in battle.
Jeorge: Heh... Well, indeed. If I were on a battlefield, I'd use a dagger, not my finger.
Gordin: P-please don't say things like that. You're kind of creeping me out.
Jeorge: I'm joking. Anyway, how is it going?
Gordin: Well, I've improved a little, but I'm still no match for you, Master.
Jeorge: So you can't measure up, huh? If you say so, then it has to be true.
Gordin: W-what do you mean?
Jeorge: ...You have talent. Those around you recognize that, too. However, you still lack something crucial.
Gordin: Something crucial?
Jeorge: Self-confidence, in other words. You don't seem to have noticed, but you're too easily swayed by others. That pure, modest heart of yours is powerful, but it is also your weakness.
Gordin: What do you mean?
Jeorge: I mean you vacillate. Ergo, you aren't sure of yourself, and you let others influence you. And that hesitation, however slight, affects the arrows you shoot.
Gordin: My hesitation, and my arrows...
Jeorge: Steel yourself, Gordin. Get over your self-esteem issues, and you won't lose to anyone. Not even me.
Gordin: Y-yes sir!

Third conversation

Jeorge: ...
Gordin: ...Here goes nothing. Hmm... Hyah!!
Jeorge: Hm, that's...!
Gordin: Eleven, twelve, thir...teen!
Jeorge: Well done, Gordin. You've finally surpassed me.
Gordin: No way. I'm nowhere near your level yet. But... it doesn't really matter. I'm me, and that's that. I'm through with using everyone else as a benchmark. I'll improve by myself, not because I think I'm better or worse than someone else.
Jeorge: ...That's good to hear. Truly, you're you. There's no need for you to be led astray by others' opinion.
Gordin: Yes. I'm still kind of childish though. Master, I'm counting on your guidance!
Jeorge: Heh, you haven't a drop of arrogance in you. You really are something else.

Astram and Jeorge

First conversation

Astram: Sorry, Jeorge. I shouldn't have forced you to stall that battle.
Jeorge: No, I don't mind. As a knight of Archanea, your conduct was impeccable as always. ...But, it's been years since we've been able to chat like this.
Astram: Yeah. This brings back memories. I was just a simple mercenary commander and you, a single bow knight...
Jeorge: Heh heh, it's been a while. There... was someone else too.
Astram: You mean Midia?
Jeorge: Yeah. She was always grumpy when you came to the palace.
Astram: That's because Midia believed wholeheartedly in the Archanean knights. She probably thought... that mercenaries were a blight on the force.
Jeorge: Hang on a moment. Don't act like you had nothing to do with it. Who was it that picked a fight with the female commander over everything?
Astram: Gah, that was...
Jeorge: I remember hearing your voices echoing throughout the palace: her orders, and your rebuttals.
Astram: Do you honestly believe any self-respecting mercenary could stand being told to "leave this army at once and go home"?
Jeorge: I'm pretty sure there were other mercenaries there too. Hmm... By any chance, were you the one who mistook Midia for a man, and got in trouble for it...?
Astram: Bah, of all the things... That is utter nonsense. Her silken locks, that heavenly face, radiating her pride and sense of duty... It would take a tasteless scoundrel with no eye for beauty to see her as anything less than a goddess.
Jeorge: Astram... That... might be too much information, thank you.
Astram: Hah!
Jeorge: Honestly... You might just be the most entertaining person I know.
Astram: Tch. ...I'm heading back.
Jeorge: Hmm. Did I go too far?

Second conversation

Astram: ...Oh right, Jeorge. Do you remember?
Jeorge: What?
Astram: That final attack of yours... In our last practice.
Jeorge: Yes, I remember.
Astram: It surprised me quite a bit... Did you aim there on purpose?
Jeorge: Of course. I was originally a mounted soldier, my friend. It's not as hard as it looks.
Astram: What!? ...Then, do all bow knights learn tricks like that...?
Jeorge: ...It was a joke. That was the first time I pulled it off in a real battle.
Astram: Jeorge! My heart was welling up with admiration for a moment there. Give it back!
Jeorge: Haha, sorry about that.
Astram: Do you remember? After that training session.
Jeorge: Midia was furious. She really put you through the wringer. Er, oops...
Astram: Wha- How did you...?
Jeorge: I told you, Astram. Your voices--they echoed. "Why in god's name didn't you retaliate!?" ...I think that's what Midia said. What she said really got to you, didn't it? All of us sympathized with you that time.
Astram: Bah...!
Jeorge: Whoops, I've gone too far again. Sorry about that.
Astram: N-no... It's okay.
Jeorge: ...So, Astram. Today, you're going to tell me.
Astram: You want me to tell you about Hardin... Am I correct in assuming so?
Jeorge: Exactly. I highly doubt you hadn't noticed anything. Not after receiving Mercurius.
Astram: ...
Jeorge: You'll tell me, right? Well, Astram?
Astram: Yes. So, you had best listen carefully.

Third conversation

Astram: ...In short, Prince Marth was my target.
Jeorge: Your loyalty to your liege was absolute, was it not...? Well?
Astram: That's correct.
Jeorge: ...Sigh. As stuffy as ever, eh, old friend?
Astram: Wh-what's wrong with being a little adamant?!
Jeorge: Precisely. You take something on, think too much about it... and then blindly cling to your conclusions.
Astram: ......
Jeorge: Of course, I do believe you were right this time. As a knight, that is. However... as a friend, I'm not so sure.
Astram: As a... friend?
Jeorge: Astram, listen. You should trust people more. There's nary a knight who doesn't know of your unshakable loyalty. And of course, I'm... one of them.
Astram: ...Jeorge.
Jeorge: I want to help you.
Astram: Yeah... I get it. Truly, I absolutely agree with you. ...You have my deepest thanks, Jeorge.
Jeorge: Heh heh, this certainly is a change.
Astram: Of course. You aren't ever this serious when there's nobody else around... I know you're being considerate.
Jeorge: Haha, indeed. This time, you really do understand, Astram.
Astram: Heh, how long have we known each other, eh? ...Anyway. Enough of the past.
Jeorge: Indeed.
Astram: ...Don't die, Jeorge.
Jeorge: Yeah. You too, Astram.