The Future Past 2/Conversations

This is a listing of optional conversations in The Future Past 2, triggered when a specific character waits next to another specific character. A non-fixed parent (in these cases, the fathers) can only trigger a conversation if they are the child's parent, and the player version of that child has been recruited. Fixed parents can only trigger a conversation if the player version of their child has been recruited.

Also included on this page are a pair of conversations Robin can have with the stage's boss. The child to which Robin is the fixed parent for must be recruited in order for the conversation to trigger.

NPC Inigo

With player Inigo

Inigo: So that's the me of this world... I can't believe I cut down the bridge like that... I can see I'm playing it tough, but last time I checked, I'm not crazy. I wouldn't have pulled a stunt like that unless the situation had gotten truly dire. I had best lay low to avoid traumatizing myself any further. ...It's strange, though. I remember crossing this valley in my own future when I returned with the Gemstones. But there was no horde of Risen on our tail. And no one had to cut down the bridge—we stayed together the whole way. Not to mention this Inigo looks stronger than I... How did he get cornered? For all the similarities between our futures, I guess I can't take anything for granted. Even Grima could be stronger here than I remember... Well, whatever the case, I've got his back—my back—whatever. I made it through this valley, and so will he!

With Olivia

Olivia: Inigo!
Inigo: M-Mother?! No, that's impossible... My mother died before my eyes. I know what I saw.
Olivia: I'm not the Olivia you know. I've come from another world. Look at you. You've been through hell... And all this time you've held strong... I should have been there for you! I'm so sorry, Inigo... Please forgive me…
Inigo: Another world? No wonder you look so young. But what are you apologizing for?
Olivia: Because the me from this world... She shouldn't have left you alone! What kind of mother am I to abandon my son like that?
Inigo: That's not your fault. It's not even my real mother's fault. Please, don't fret…
Olivia: I can't help it! I just... Ahh... *sob*
Inigo: Heh. Stop it, Mother. A lovely lady like you should always wear a smile. Especially when your son hasn't seen you in so long!
Olivia: I'm sorry…
Inigo: I'm the one who ought to be bawling. Had to beat me to the punch, huh? ...Well, I'm still glad. Your tears give me the strength and courage to fight on.
Olivia: You won't have to fight alone. I'll be right by your side doing what the other Olivia couldn't!
Inigo: Thank you, Mother. But I don't want you to put yourself in danger. Stay where it's safe.
Olivia: What are you saying, Inigo? I came here to watch over you!
Inigo: You are watching over me. You know, I often practice fighting and dancing near your grave... And when I do, I always feel you there gently pushing me along.
Olivia: Inigo…
Inigo: Since your passing, I've gotten much stronger. Watch and see. If I know you're watching, not even a hundred Risen can stop me!
Olivia: Huh? Inigo, wait! ...Heh. He's really got his heart set on doing this alone. I know, son. You're scared of losing me again. But don't push me away. You might find out that I'm stronger than you remember too. No harm will befall you while your mother is here—I swear it!

With Robin (M) as his father

Robin: Inigo! Thank goodness I made it!
Inigo: Father? ...Is it you?! You're alive! I thought I had lost you forever! ...And, gods, you look fantastic—like you're 10 years younger…
Robin: I'm sorry to ruin the moment, Inigo, but I'm not from this world. I've come to help you, but I'm not the same as your father.
Inigo: Then he's really dead…
Robin: I'm sorry to get your hopes up. Still, even if I'm not the father you knew, I intend to keep you safe.
Inigo: ......
Robin: Inigo, are you all right? I know this must have come as a shock but—
Inigo: Father, what would you have done back at the bridge?
Robin: Come again?
Inigo: At the bridge. How would you have handled that predicament? Would you have cut the bridge down? Would you have forced your way across? Or was there some other method I failed to even consider?
Robin: Inigo, I hardly think it matters which—
Inigo: I just need to know. Did I make the best choice? You're in a better position to judge than anyone on this battlefield. ...Why are you laughing?
Robin: Pfft... Heh heh... I just expected you to be all doom and gloom. And yet here you are pondering strategy. You ARE full of surprises. That's my son!
Inigo: Well, for your information, I've got plenty of doom and gloom. My father is dead, for one! But a true tactician doesn't stop to lick his wounds. He figures things out.
Robin: I couldn't agree more. Still, while an analytical eye is important, Inigo, let bygones be bygones. It's not the past you need to figure out. It's what you do next.
Inigo: Ah... True…
Robin: Imagine this situation... You're cornered, you're outmanned...but you have to win the fight. A single warrior appears. After exchanging a few words, you think he might be trusted. Do you ask for his help or not?
Inigo: ...Heh. You've made your point, Father. Help me win this fight!
Robin: I will, Inigo. I'm your new strategy. Now let's take out those Risen and make it a winning one. Agreed?
Inigo: Agreed. Thank you, Father!

With Chrom as his father

Chrom: Inigo.
Inigo: What? No, it's not possible…
Chrom: I know what you're thinking, Inigo. But I'm not truly your father—at least not in this world. By Naga's power, I've been sent here temporarily from a world of my own.
Inigo: I see... ......
Chrom: You don't believe me?
Inigo: No, I do. It's just...my father passed away when I was very little. So I'm not sure what I'm supposed to feel around you.
Chrom: Oh... Well...I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you.
Inigo: Don't apologize! You fought to keep us safe. It's funny, though. The stories about you were definitely true. Just standing near you gives me the courage to fight. And the strength and kindness and dignity in your eyes befit a king. You're every bit the man Lucina told me about. You and she are...very alike.
Chrom: Well, I would say you and I are alike too.
Inigo: ...We LOOK alike. But even though I share your blood, I cannot wield Falchion. I have no way to protect my friends...to give people hope…
Chrom: Of course you do.
Inigo: Just look at before. I made a split-second decision that may have cost us everything. If I were smarter—stronger—then I wouldn't have put the others in danger. I would have found a better way to save them. You see? I'm not like you. I'm not half the man you were…
Chrom: You're wrong. You did what you did because you thought it would keep everyone safe! You believed that you could save them all and acted accordingly. Ylisse is lucky to have a prince like you. And any who disagree can answer to me.
Inigo: Father…
Chrom: You have the Brand, and that means you ARE my son through and through.
Inigo: ...Thank you.
Chrom: The Chrom in this world may have died before you and he could speak. But I know he would say the same thing. And another thing—you give me too much credit. Put in the same situation as you back there, I may not have acted in time. You can be greater than your father—greater than I. And that's why I intend to do everything in my power to keep you safe.
Inigo: Huh? But, Father…
Chrom: Not another word. I crossed between worlds to see this done. I'm going to be the father that your true father couldn't. Will you fight by my side, Inigo?
Inigo: ...... ...Yes. Thank you, Father.
Chrom: No thanks needed. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Inigo: Just promise you'll stay alive.
Chrom: All right. I promise!

With Frederick as his father

Frederick: Inigo, is that you?
Inigo: Father?! It can't be…
Frederick: No. Not your real father. I hail from another world entirely.
Inigo: But...you are my father in that world?
Frederick: Correct. And so naturally I feel like a sort of father to you as well. Allow me to use what time I have here to keep you safe.
Inigo: Father, I'm glad I had the chance to see you again. I truly am. But it's too dangerous here. You could get yourself killed. I can handle a few Risen, so please—go back to your world before it's too late!
Frederick: You've been ready to die since the moment you cut down that bridge.
Inigo: You saw that?!
Frederick: You made a brave and wise choice back there, Inigo. That you put your friends' lives above your own proves you have a knight's heart. It takes fortitude to become your country's fist and your comrades' shield.
Inigo: I know. I remember what you taught me when I was little. I looked up to you. I swore I would defend others, just as you did.
Frederick: Then do it now, son. Defend me.
Inigo: What?
Frederick: I wronged you by asking if I could keep you safe. You're not a child anymore. I shall trust in your strength and let you stand in the lead.
Inigo: It doesn't matter who stands where! I don't want you in a position to... I don't want you to die protecting me!
Frederick: Then don't give me the chance. You're a brave young man. As long as you fight hard, we will both see the end of this battle. Don't you agree?
Inigo: Yes, but…
Frederick: Let the old wounds close, Inigo. Fight, and I know you will prevail. Your liege, Princess Lucina, needs you. Will you fail her? Now let us break these poor excuses for Risen and return home to Ylisse!
Inigo: ...All right. A knight never abandons his liege. I accept your help, Father. And I promise to see you safely through the battle.
Frederick: Then I entrust myself to your care, Sir Inigo. Show your father what a grand knight you have become!

With Virion as his father

Virion: Inigo! You are safe!
Inigo: Huh? I know your face... This isn't possible!
Virion: Anything is possible for Virion, Fatherest of Fathers. My son, I have come from another world to rescue you.
Inigo: Um...another world?
Virion: Yes. While I no doubt remind you of your father's magnificence, I am not, in fact, him. Allow me to applaud you, my boy, for that gesture by the bridge.
Inigo: ...Y-you were watching?
Virion: As heir to the great House Virion, your deeds can only be called exemplary. What could be more noble than putting yourself under fire to protect your charges? Your actions deserve the highest praise. However...as your father, I must ask you: What in blazes were you thinking?
Inigo: Huh? But I—
Virion: You could have gotten yourself killed. I can imagine no greater pain than outliving my own child. If I had been forced to watch you die... Ugh. Let us just say it would have taken a few years off my life. Never give your father such a scare, Inigo! It is far too cruel!
Inigo: I'm sorry... I was scared too. I told Owain that we'd all make it—that together we could win. But deep down, I knew this might end up being my final resting place. As each blade clanged like a death knell, I wondered whether the end would hurt... I've never been so scared in my life.
Virion: Well...everything will be all right. You will see. Look at you, poor thing... You are shaking.
Inigo: I can't help it... But I feel a little better now. Seeing your face has given me a renewed sense of hope.
Virion: Then let us fight together! Any who wish you harm shall fall before the Fatherest of Fathers! ...And the Sunniest of Sons, of course.
Inigo: Thank you, Father. I'll fight hard too. It's my turn to keep you safe.

With Vaike as his father

Vaike: Yo, Inigo!
Inigo: F-Father?! It can't be!
Vaike: It can! It is! The Vaike is back from the dead to save his son's bacon!
Inigo: Back from the dead? ...Then you're a Risen. And a dastardly one at that to try to disarm me with such a filthy ruse…
Vaike: Huh? Wh-whoa! What are ya doin'? Put your sword away! I ain't a Risen! That's not what I meant!
Inigo: Then...what are you?
Vaike: I came from another world. I'm not your dead father. See? No rottin' flesh hangin' off me. No creepy glowin' eyes. ...Right?
Inigo: Yes... All right, I believe you.
Vaike: Heh, whew. I knew ya would! The Vaike wasn't about to get chopped down by the son he came to rescue! Inigo, I want you to know I'm proud of ya for stickin' by your friend at the bridge. That was manly! That was "Son of Vaike" levels of manly! I'm so proud of you, I'm gonna fight by your side. How's that sound?
Inigo: ......
Vaike: ...Uh, hello?
Inigo: *Sniff* Ahh…
Vaike: Whoa there, short stuff! Who turned the waterfalls on? Are you hurt? Or are you like Olivia and havin' a cry 'cause the wind smells nice?
Inigo: It's not the wind! *sniff* I'm just glad you're not a Risen. If you were, I...I wouldn't have been able to do it... I wouldn't have been able to cut you down. *sob*
Vaike: Hey... There, there, Inigo. The whole "back from the dead" thing was just a bit of Vaike humor. That would never happen to your real dad. Ain't gonna happen to you or me, either, if ya let me watch your back.
Inigo: ...All right. Thanks, Father.
Vaike: Any time! Teach is itchin' to send these baddies back a grade. If you're not careful, I might just steal all the glory.
Inigo: We'll see about that. Some say the Son of Vaike is all his father was and more…
Vaike: Oh, you're givin' me lip now? Guess your pouty fit's all over. That's m'boy! Follow the Vaike, Son of Vaike!

With Stahl as his father

Stahl: Inigo?! That's you, isn't it? I'm so glad you're safe!
Inigo: What? FATHER?! I must be seeing things... How can you possibly…
Stahl: You're not seeing things. But I'm also not the Stahl you know. I came from another world to lend you a hand. I may not be your father, but you're still my son...if that makes any sense. Here, I'll watch your back.
Inigo: ...N-no! Don't!
Stahl: Wh-what? What's gotten into you?
Inigo: I'm really happy to see you, Father. And I appreciate that you're here to help. But I refuse to put you in danger—even if you did come from some other world. I've already lost you once. Just stand back and watch me fight. ...You're in danger here. Go!
Stahl: Stop that, Inigo! You don't need to play the tough guy! I'm fine! I can take care of myself.
Inigo: I don't want you to!
Stahl: You don't trust me? Then I guess you've heard the stories.
Inigo: Huh? What stories?
Stahl: About how average I am? About how I don't stand out in any way?
Inigo: ...... Well, neither do I.
Stahl: What?
Inigo: Everything I do turns out average too. I'm completely forgettable compared to my friends. That's why I was prepared to sacrifice myself to keep them out of danger. Although even that turned out to be a middling success…
Stahl: You were ready to die for the others?
Inigo: I know—I'm a hypocrite. I told Owain not to waste his life, and what do I do? I guess I'm just selfish. But if someone has to die, I couldn't let it be them. I'm sorry, Father. Your son didn't turn out all that clever.
Stahl: He turned out just fine. And I know exactly what you mean. Sometimes I feel like it's my job to take hits for the team. They tell me I'm too nice for my own good.
Inigo: You get that too?
Stahl: Heh... Oh, yes. Listen, let me fight with you, Inigo. Maybe neither one of us is the best fighter around, but together? I think we could get through this. We could get you home where you're needed.
Inigo: All right, Father. But promise me you'll be okay. I couldn't stand to watch you die.
Stahl: Neither one of us is going to die. I promise. We're going to be okay.
Inigo: I believe you. Things are finally starting to look up.
Stahl: That's the spirit. Now let's go get those Risen!

With Kellam as his father

Kellam: Inigo! At last I've found you.
Inigo: Father?! How is this possible?
Kellam: I'm not your real father, strictly speaking. I came here from another world to rescue you. I don't know how long I can stay here, but let me fight with you while I can.
Inigo: So...you're my father in another world? That's quite a story...but you don't look like you're lying. If you really are my father, can I ask you a question?
Kellam: Of course. What is it?
Inigo: Back there, what would you have done in my position? You used to be the Shepherds' greatest defender, right? It's just... I don't know. I find myself less certain I made the right choice by the bridge. What if there was another way and I messed it all up?
Kellam: Well...if it makes you feel better, I would have done the same as you. There was no other way to defend your comrades from a distance. You had to make a quick decision, and like me, you chose to be their shield.
Inigo: As long as I did what's right. My friends count on me to protect them, so I'm always afraid of making the wrong call.
Kellam: I definitely know that feeling.
Inigo: Thank you, Father. I feel better now. But I had better finish the job. These Risen won't quit until they're dead.
Kellam: Wait... Inigo, let me fight with you!
Inigo: No. I can't put you in danger like that. You just watch me fight. I feel my fortunes changing already just for getting to see you again.
Kellam: Poor Inigo. It can't be easy keeping your friends safe in a world like this... Every decision is a matter of life and death. This time, though, there was no right answer. No matter what you chose to do, it would have cost you your life. I'm here to change that. I know you don't want me to interfere, but...I can't let you meet your end here.

With Lon'qu as his father

Lon'qu: ......
Inigo: Father? Is that you? But...how can you be here? You're dead... Oh no... You've come from the afterlife to collect me, haven't you? I'm finished.
Lon'qu: ...Finished, you say? If you're that ready to die, I won't bother with any speeches.
Inigo: Huh?
Lon'qu: Inigo...I sentence you to death here and now... Prepare to die.
Inigo: Ack! Wait!
Lon'qu: What's the matter? Come at me. I'll make it painless for you.
Inigo: But...I don't want to die…
Lon'qu: You don't? ...Then don't let me ever hear you say you're "finished." If the afterlife sends someone to collect you, you put that messenger in the ground.
Inigo: ...!
Lon'qu: The Lon'qu of this world is dead. His sword has been silenced, never to speak again... No prayers will bring him back to fight for this world or protect its people. ...But you can still do what he couldn't. Because you...are still alive. Don't you...don't you see...?
Inigo: Father... Are those tears in your eyes? It's not possible! Please, forgive me! My weakness has broken your spirit!
Lon'qu: No, Inigo. I weep for myself. I came all this way to find you...to save you... And yet instead I assail you with only the cruelest of words. Forgive me... I do not know how long I can remain in this world. But I wish to fight for you.
Inigo: I would be grateful. But please, promise you'll stay alive. Nothing frightens me more than losing you again because of me.
Lon'qu: Why is that frightening?
Inigo: Because you and Mother already died once to protect me! I feel as though everything I love in this world is ruined on my account.
Lon'qu: Is that how you feel? ...Hmm. You take after your father more than you realize. Your grief may even be greater. But we differ in at least one important way. You never let your grief turn you cold. Even in despair, you remain kind. Nothing could ever be ruined on your account, because you only bring people joy. I promise you I won't die today. I'm not the same man as your father.
Inigo: You mean it?
Lon'qu: Lying is not my way. ...Winning is.
Inigo: All right, Father. Let's win, then. Thank you. As long as I still breathe, I'll keep fighting—to honor the father I lost.

With Ricken as his father

Ricken: Inigo! *huff, huff* Whew, I made it…
Inigo: Huh? Who are you? How do you know my name?
Ricken: Ah, I guess you wouldn't recognize me... Umm... It's me, Ricken. Your father? I came here from another world. Oh! Here, look. This ring should prove it. It's the same one Olivia gave you, right?
Inigo: Yes...it is. Yours is newer, but there's no question it's the same ring. So...you really are my father?! Why do you have the ring and not Mother?
Ricken: Heh heh. Olivia let me borrow it. She figured you might have questions. That's your mother. She's like the other half of my brain. ...Anyway, there' no time for this. Inigo, we need to get you out of here. Are you hurt?
Inigo: Huh? Oh... Thanks, but it's nothing serious.
Ricken: Oh, whew. I'm glad to hear that! Olivia gave me a whole pack full of medicine in case you were— ...Inigo. Your arm. What happened? It's bleeding like mad!
Inigo: I've dealt with worse.
Ricken: Are you kidding? That's a gaping wound! Hold on. I'll get a vulnerary…
Inigo: I'm fine. You don't get far in a world like this fretting over a few scratches. And anyway, it looks worse that it feels...mostly.
Ricken: ......
Inigo: Father?
Ricken: Ahh.... *Sob* I'm so sorry…
Inigo: Father, why are you crying?!
Ricken: Why am I crying? *sniff* J-just look at you! You're a mess! You're bleeding and tired, and you pretend like nothing's wrong!
Inigo: That's because I really am fine! Stop crying. Which one of us is the kid here?
Ricken: Right now? M-me! Okay? I know that! I'm such a shrimp that I had to borrow Olivia's ring just so you'd recognize me! One of us has to cry. *sob*
Inigo: ...... Father, look…
Ricken: I came all this way to save you, but I didn't realize how bad it was. You have to let me keep you safe. The other me couldn't, so let me. Please!
Inigo: All right…
Ricken: I'm going to get you home to Ylisse without another scratch. I swear it! Now stay by my side. We're going to fight this out together! *sniff*
Inigo: I will... Thank you, Father. Should I, uh, lend you a handkerchief?
Ricken: N-no! I can wipe my own face!

With Gaius as his father

Gaius: Wait! Inigo, is that you?
Inigo: Father?! I thought you were dead!
Gaius: Nah, I'm not your real father, kid. I came from another world.
Inigo: But you ARE my father there, right? I'm so happy to see you. ......
Gaius: What's wrong? Are you hurt?
Inigo: No, no. It's just...seeing you like this has thrown me for a loop. I was ready to make my last stand, but this changes everything.
Gaius: Yeah, nice stunt by the bridge, by the way.
Inigo: You saw all that?
Gaius: Look, I think it's pretty sweet that you put your friends first. But as your father, I want you to put YOU first. I didn't cross between worlds just to get a front-row seat at your "last stand."
Inigo: ...I'm sorry.
Gaius: It's all right. I should've gotten here sooner. Then you wouldn't be in this position. I'm sorry, Inigo. I blew it.
Inigo: Why are you apologizing? Like I said, I'm happy just to see my father again. You have...n-no idea…
Gaius: Hey! You all right?
Inigo: Ugh, and now I'm getting all blurry eyed. I know you're not even him, really. But I was so young when you—
Gaius: Shh... Hey, I understand. You've been through a lot.
Inigo: *Sniff* Oh, gods... Now I'm really getting w-worked up... *sniff* I don't know if I can fight like this... Ahh... *sob*
Gaius: ...... ...Here.
Inigo: Is this...c-candy? But why?
Gaius: I dunno. Usually babies cry when you take candy from them. I figured I'd try the opposite.
Inigo: ...Heh. *sniff* This is the same kind you used to give me when I was little. It made me stop crying every time. You may not be the exact same person, but...you're still definitely my father. Oh, Father... I've missed you. *sob*
Gaius: Hey. That candy was supposed to make you STOP crying. Yeesh... Well, may as well let it all out. 'Cause once you're done, we're gonna litter the valley with these Risen. No one's gonna touch MY son.

With Gregor as his father

Gregor: Oy! Inigo!
Inigo: ...Father?! No, that can't be right. My father is—
Gregor: Dead? Yes, is sad but true. However, this Gregor not quite same as your father Gregor. THIS Gregor is very special Gregor come to visit you from other world!
Inigo: A special Gregor, huh? Hmm... Well, any version of my father is still good news to me.
Gregor: Is very kind of Inigo to say.
Inigo: Of course! I've always looked up to you. Or him, or whatever. He taught me everything I know about fighting.
Gregor: Really? Gregor thought your stance and swing look familiar, but...hmm. Shouldn't you learn more than cobbled-together technique of old hired sword?
Inigo: Don't be so modest. That cobbled-together technique has saved me more than once.
Gregor: Now you flatter Gregor…
Inigo: It's true! I even started out as a mercenary so I could be more like you. You gave me something to aspire to.
Gregor: ......
Inigo: What's wrong, Father? Are you crying?
Gregor: *Sniff* Is...is nothing. Perhaps Gregor growing a little soft with old age... But enough blubbering! Is time for Gregor to live up to overblown reputation. Stay close, my son! Your father has come to rescue you! Together we will fight our way through ugly quagmire, yes? Gregor has your back!
Inigo: Thank you, Father. I've got your back too. I'm not going to lose you again! Just watch how strong your son has become. See what passions have sustained him through this bleak hell... Watch, and remember me even when you return to your own world!

With Libra as his father

Libra: Inigo, is that you? Praise the gods for keeping you safe.
Inigo: Father?! You're alive?
Libra: Listen to me. It's true I am your father, but...not in this world. I came here to help you.
Inigo: You're from another world? ...Really? Then there's a world where you survived?! Oh, that's wonderful! Praise the gods indeed!
Libra: You're happy for me even though I am not your real father? What a kindhearted young man I raised.
Inigo: You know, there's something I never had the chance to ask you. Do you mind?
Libra: Ask away—although I cannot promise my answer would be the same as your father's.
Inigo: That's all right. Listen, I really want to follow in yours and Mother's footsteps and be a dancer.
Libra: Oh? Not just Olivia's dancing, but my ceremonial dance as well?
Inigo: That's right—both. Dance that pleases the heart, and dance that pleases the gods. I've always dreamed of combining them into a new form of dance...a symbol of peace and faith I can spread throughout the world.
Libra: Really?
Inigo: Do you think it's silly?
Libra: Of course not. Not at all! And I take back what I said before. On this point, I am certain your real father would agree. Inigo, I came all this way to save you. And you have just given me all the more reason to do it. Let me join what modest strength I have to your own. Let me fight with you.
Inigo: You do me a kindness, but I would rather you stay out of danger. I have already lost one father. I doubt I could bear to lose another.
Libra: Heh. You worry just like your mother. Don't worry. I would never do anything to bring you grief.
Inigo: Swear to the gods?
Libra: I swear.
Inigo: ...All right then. Thank you, Father. For returning to me like this, and for supporting me. Now it's time to get through this mess so I can make those dreams come true!

With Henry as his father

Henry: Inigo? Boy, am I glad you're still in one piece.
Inigo: Father? It can't be... You're dead.
Henry: Nya ha! I wish! I know the Henry in this world died a long time ago. But see, I'm not him! I came from ANOTHER world to rescue you. I'm amazed you've managed to hold all these guys off. It must've been tough!
Inigo: Huh? O-oh. Well, you know. I battle Risen like this almost every day. Heh... Maybe it's them you need to rescue instead of me!
Henry: ......
Inigo: Um...did I say something wrong?
Henry: Do you always crack jokes like that, Inigo? Do you think it's FUNNY?
Inigo: Wh-what's gotten into you? You crack jokes all the time.
Henry: But when I do it, I mean it. I can tell your laughter isn't genuine, and that makes me sad. If you need to cry, cry. If you're having a rough time, say so. You don't need to pretend in front of your own father.
Inigo: What?! I'm not pretending. Why would I pretend? Everything is p-perfectly... *sniff* Oh, gods, no, it's not... Ahh... *sob*
Henry: There, there, Inigo. It's okay. See how much better it feels to let it out? I used to keep things bottled up inside me too. I didn't know how to feel. It wasn't until I met your mother that I figured out what a real smile was. So now you need to let me put a real smile on YOUR face. It might not happen right away, but you have to promise to let me try.
Inigo: ...... ...No. No way.
Henry: Muh?! Why not?
Inigo: Because I want you to leave! I don't want you to get killed again because of me! You and Mother already gave your lives to protect me. All the "real smiles" in my life died with you! How can you ask me to lose you all over again?
Henry: ......
Inigo: Just...go home. This is my fight. You can still make it out of here if you go now!
Henry: ...... As fun as it sounds, I would never die knowing it would make you sad. And you know, you didn't lose us.
Inigo: What?
Henry: Half of Olivia and half of me still live on inside you. We'll always be close, as long as you take care of yourself and stay alive. The only way we'll REALLY be lost is it YOU die. Now, I really don't want to see you OR the other version of me croak. So let me protect you. Let me fight by your side. All right, Inigo?
Inigo: But... ...... *sigh* All right. But promise me—PROMISE ME you won't get yourself killed. Otherwise I'll come back to haunt you. And considering I've got half of you inside me, I can be SCARY when I haunt people.
Henry: Nya ha! I believe it! All right, I'd better be extra careful.
Inigo: Thanks, Father. I know you'll keep your promise.

With Donnel as his father

Donnel: That must be the Inigo of this world. That's my boy—look at him go! But I'll probably scare the tar out of him if I just march up and say hi... And that's if he even recognizes me... I reckon I look younger than he does!
Inigo: Father?! What are you doing here?
Donnel: Inigo?! How'd ya know I'm your pa?
Inigo: Uh, can anyone else fight that well with a pot on his head? But I thought you were dead!
Donnel: Oh, uh, well... Hold on to yer britches, 'cause you're not gonna believe this. I done came here from another world to save ya from yer doom!
Inigo: Another world? No wonder you look so young... Without the pot on your head, I never would have recognized you.
Donnel: Er, yeah. I think you've made yer point.
Inigo: Father, there's something I've always wanted to tell you.
Donnel: Oh yeah? Hit me!
Inigo: You know the ballad of the swan princess and her black swan prince?
Donnel: Of course! Olivia used to dance it somethin' fierce!
Inigo: That's right. You would sing, and Mother would dance along. I remember the song well from when I was a little boy. You two were so in love. You used to say that the song was about you... That no matter what tragedy struck, you'd always be together.
Donnel: Gosh, ya remember all that? It's kinda embarassin'...
Inigo: I just wanted to say...I'm sorry.
Donnel: Huh? What the heck for?
Inigo: You both died to keep me safe. I was the tragedy that finally tore you two apart. I just... I need you to forgive me…
Donnel: Now, Inigo…
Inigo: I know it's too much to ask. I must sound an utter fool. You're not even my real father…
Donnel: Do I get to talk now? 'Cause you didn't tear me and yer ma apart.
Inigo: ...I didn't?
Donnel: Heck no! If anythin', yer the glue that proves how inseparable we are! What better way to show our love than to leave a remarkable son behind? Long as you take good care of yerself, we'll live dang near forever!
Inigo: Really? *sniff* You m-mean it, Father? Thank you... Oh, thank you! *sob*
Donnel: Sorry me and Olivia left ya here by your lonesome. It's our fault you been blaming yerself this whole time... But everything's gonna get better now. I can promise ya that. I'm gonna protect ya so ya can bring peace to this world. Then ya won't ever have to be sad again—not you or nobody!

NPC Owain

With player Owain

Owain: Hmm? Who is THAT? It's like I'm gazing into the mirror of my very soul! Together we could instantly vaporize the enemy with a Dual Owain Blast... But then again, waiting until the last second would be more epic... Hmm... Huh? Ack! He's coming this way! What do I do? I'm not ready! Shoot, I have to find a place to hide!
Owain: *Huff, huff* ...Where did he go? How strange. He looked just like me! ...Could it be like that old tale? At the gates of death, we are met by our own twins... No, that's rubbish. It can't be! I swore I would make it back to Ylisse! If the Reaper wants my soul, he'll have to pry it from my cold, dead hands!
Owain: Whew... Talk about your close encounters. And yet, what resolve in his eyes! What determination in his stance! Perhaps it was fortuitous I did not break his concentration. Yes... Tonight, Alter-Owain must blaze his own path to glory! Go, Alter-Owain! I've got your back!

With Lissa

Lissa: Owain? It's you, isn't it? I'm so glad you're all right.
Owain: M...M-M-Mother? That's impossible! You've been dead for years! And...I remember you being bigger.
Lissa: Well, maybe YOU were just a shrimp! Ugh. Anyway... I'm not the Lissa you're thinking of. This is going to sound insane, but I've come from another world to rescue you. After all, you are still my son...in some weird, cross-dimensional way.
Owain: ...Oh.
Lissa: "Oh"? ...That's it? Usually a word like "cross-dimensional" sends you into spasms of nomenclature. Aren't you going to shout "My sword hand twitches!" or something?
Owain: ...... *Sniff* You're alive…
Lissa: Owain, are you...are you crying?! Did the Risen bonk you on the head? Let me see the bump. Come on…
Owain: I'm fine! I'm n-not crying! It's like you said... M-my eyelids twitch in rapture!
Lissa: Owain, I—
Owain: Behold! Like a whetstone of hope, you have crossed the planes to sharpen my b-blade... M-my ethereal blade of...of... Baaaaaah! *sob* *whimper*
Lissa: Oh, Owain... There, there. Everything's going to be all right. You're such a brave boy—always putting up a bold front. I'm really, really proud of you. So you go ahead and have a good cry in your mother's arms. You earned it.
Owain: BAAAAAAAAAAH! Mother, I'm so, so sorry! I shouldn't have let you die! And I shouldn't have given up like I did at the bridge. You didn't save me just so I could throw my life away! I'm sowwy, Mubba... *sniff* I'm a *sob* h-howwible berson... *wail*
Lissa: Hey. Wipe your nose, mister. You're dribbling. You are certainly NOT a horrible person. You're my son. All that matters is that you're safe. Now...if you're done sobbing and sniffling, we've got work to do. These Risen will be the ones crying when WE'RE done with them. So what do you say, kiddo? Ready to save your future?

With Robin (M) as his father

Robin: Owain? ...Owain!
Owain: F-Father?! No, I must be seeing things. The enemy seeks to vex me with cruel illusions! My father can't be here, because he's...he's…
Robin: You're right, Owain. I'm not your father. At least not in this world. I've come to help you from a world of my own.
Owain: And how do I know THAT'S not a trick?
Robin: I'm glad you're smart enough not to take it at face value. You think like a tactician. At least I know my son was raised well. ...And anyway, it doesn't matter if you believe me. I didn't come here to convince you.
Owain: ......
Robin: I won't be able to stay in this world for very long, but I... I just want you to know that I'll do what I can to protect you while I'm here. ...Farewell, Owain. You've grown up to be a fine lad. Stay alive, and grow strong... Carve out your own future. I may not be able to share it with you, but I'll always be watching over you.
Owain: ...W-wait! Father, please!
Robin: Huh?
Owain: You ARE him. Those were my father's exact last words to me. If you were some trick of the enemy, how could you possibly know that? You may be from another world, but you ARE my father.
Robin: Owain... *sniff* That's right. I am your father. And to be honest...it does matter that you believe me. More than you can know.
Owain: *Sniff* Father... I'm so sorry I doubted you!
Robin: Don't be sorry. I don't care what you say or do to me, just as long as you're safe. Now dry your tears and let's fight together! We're going to get you home to Ylisse.

With Frederick as his father

Frederick: Is that...? Owain, it's you!
Owain: What the—? ...Father?! Yes... It has to be you. I know that brave expression—that gallant stance! But I don't understand... I saw you die!
Frederick: I am your father, Owain, but not the father you knew. I have come from another world to lend you my strength.
Owain: I...I see... It's good to see you again, but...how poor a warrior must I be if I'm receiving help from other worlds?
Frederick: Poor? Certainly not. It's clear to me that you're more than capable. But not even the strongest of warriors can hold off an entire army alone. Come. Allow your father to be your shield for what brief time he can.
Owain: No, it's all right. I appreciate the thought, but... I can't put you in danger.
Frederick: Owain! I will not listen to such fatalism!
Owain: The last thing I'm being is fatalistic. Look, I know what kind of damage you can do with a sword. I learned from you. But I still can't accept your help.
Frederick: Why not?
Owain: This is a chance for me and my friends to shape our own destinies. It wouldn't be right to accept help from your world in order to save ours.
Frederick: Hmm... I see your point. Very well. If those are your reasons, then I shall put my concerns to rest. Fight your fight, and fight it well. But at least let me stay close behind so I may bear witness.
Owain: Thank you, Father. You won't be disappointed!

With Virion as his father

Virion: Hmm? Unless my eyes deceive me, you are my son, Owain.
Owain: What? ...F-Father?!
Virion: Correct! I am Virion, Fatherest of Fathers! But not the Virion you knew. I have come from a world far, far away…
Owain: You did? Oh no... It's all over, isn't it? I'm finished... My own father has come from the next world to claim me!
Virion: Ha ha! Save that wild imagination for the ladies, my boy. Do you really think your father would stand by while his son breathed his last? No, I say! He would command you to fight tooth and nail to survive!
Owain: But this isn't possible…
Virion: What does THIS Virion know about MY Virion, you might ask. But we Virions are of one mind! Even across worlds! And any Virion would want his son to live to be a toothless old man. ...After saving the world and earning his place in the sagas, of course. But even if you fail—better you live in disgrace than die gracefully.
Owain: Oh, sure. You're one to say that. You died protecting me, remember? The Archest of Archers—felled by an arrow! Pah! Do you have any idea how I felt? How much I blamed myself?
Virion: Ah. Is that how this world's Virion met his end? All the same, he did not choose to die. He CHOSE to protect you. Death was merely the consequence.
Owain: There's a difference?
Virion: Put yourself in his shoes, my boy. Would any father willfully leave his son to fend for himself? No, I say! Your father intended to live. He did not want to protect you once. He wanted to protect you always. You, however... You chose to die. How does that keep your friends safe?
Owain: Hmph…
Virion: That is where you and your father differ. A true Virion never dies on purpose!
Owain: ......
Virion: Nonetheless, he did leave you behind. And for that, I must apologize. Allow me to atone by destroying your enemies here. You might find this Virion to be a shade more tenacious than yours!
Owain: Huh? F-Father, wait! ...... He's right. I didn't think my actions through. This time, I choose to fight... Not to the death. Just to fight.

With Vaike as his father

Vaike: Hey, Owain!
Owain: That voice! ...F-Father?!
Vaike: Wrong! This Vaike has come from another world to do what your father couldn't. ...And that's to kick some sense into your scrawny arse!
Owain: It's good to see you again, Father. But I can take care of my own world!
Vaike: Ha! All talk, no game. If you had the situation under control, what was that nonsense at the bridge?
Owain: Oh. Well, I was—
Vaike: Givin' up is what you were doin'. You listen to Teach... Takin' bold action is fine. So is lookin' out for your friends. But throwin' your life away? That's just plain chicken. Ba-BAWK!
Owain: Er...yes. So you saw everything?
Vaike: Every last second.
Owain: ...W-well, what about you? You threw your life away to save me, didn't you?
Vaike: You mean the other Vaike? Hmm, point taken. But so what! That's all the more reason for me to step in. Am I gonna let you make the same mistake as my other idiot self? Hell, no!
Owain: ......
Vaike: No son of mine is gonna bite the dust without a fight. In fact, I'm gonna personally guarantee it. You hear that, Owain? The Vaike's strength is yours, as long as you've got the stones to ask for it! Have you got the stones?! DO YOU WANT TO WIN? ...Or do you just wanna die in style?
Owain: ...... I want to win. ...No matter what it takes! Lend me your strength, Father! I'm not too proud to ask! Ylisse needs me, and I need you!
Vaike: Now THAT'S the Son of Vaike talkin'! Come on, Owain. Let's give these Risen scum a real Vaike-ache!
Owain: Thanks, Father! They'll be hurting for sure with you on my side!

With Stahl as his father

Stahl: Owain! You're safe!
Owain: ...Father?! But that's impossible! My father died protecting me!
Stahl: Yes. Your father did... But he and I are two different people. I'm from another world. With Naga's help, I came here to keep you safe.
Owain: I see... That explains why you look so young. But I can see you're still a seasoned fighter, just like my real father was.
Stahl: I can think of nothing more flattering than to hear that from you, Owain.
Owain: You may not be my real father, but I'm still really happy to see y— Nngh! Ahh…
Stahl: Owain! Are you injured?! Let me see…
Owain: No, I'm fine. It's just...seeing you took me out of the battle, and now my stomach…
Stahl: Huh?
Owain: The pressure of one crisis after another... It gets to me. I'm fine in the heat of battle—but as soon as things calm down, I get stomach pains.
Stahl: You too? My stomach goes haywire all the time. Sorry... That's the last thing I wanted to pass down the family tree…
Owain: Well, if it's something we have in common, then I'm glad my stomach hurts. And to be honest, talking to you like this makes me feel a little better. I'll be all right, so go find someplace safe to hide!
Stahl: Owain, I could never walk away from my own son when he needs me most. Let's fight together. We'll clear this battlefield of Risen in no time! You're not going to tell me I came all the way from another world for nothing!
Owain: Are you sure?
Stahl: You're not the only one who needs to get his mind off his stomach.
Owain: Ooh... Don't bring that up again. ...All right, Father! You win! Let's run those Risen through!
Stahl: Heh. I'll race you.

With Kellam as his father

Owain: Who goes there? I sense no ill intent... But if you're not one of the Risen, how did you slip through their ranks?!
Kellam: You might say going undetected is a special talent of mine.
Owain: *Gasp* Father, can it be you?
Kellam: Well, no. I'm not really your father, strictly speaking... I'm more like a different Kellam who came from another world.
Owain: Another world? ...But how?! Such wizardry should be impossible... And yet it has to be you, Father. See? When I squint like this...you sort of fade into the background…
Kellam: Ha ha ha. Ouch…
Owain: You know, I take after you. I don't really stand out.
Kellam: Really? You seem pretty "there" at the moment.
Owain: At the moment, maybe. But if I don't keep talking, the others basically forget I'm around.
Kellam: Hmm... That does sound hereditary. Sorry.
Owain: Oh, don't apologize. If anything, it's been a boon. In battle, I can easily sneak up on foes as long as I stay silent. Then...when the moment is right... I SHOUT SOMETHING EPIC! And they jump out of their skins just long enough for me to smite them. ...I call it the Owainian Victory Strike.
Kellam: Sounds like something I should try! Now stay behind me. I've come here to protect you, after all.
Owain: What? But, Father—
Kellam: I know what you're going to say, Owain. You're afraid you might lose me again. Well, don't worry. I'm not about to see my son hurt twice like that
Owain: ......
Kellam: You don't believe me?
Owain: No, I do. I know my father wouldn't lie. Not my real father, and not you.
Kellam: Then that settles it. Right?
Owain: ...All right, Father. Let's scatter these feeble maggots...as a team! Ylisstol awaits her hero's return!
Kellam: That's the spirit. You can count on me!

With Lon'qu as his father

Lon'qu: Owain.
Owain: Ack! Father?! B-but...you're dead!
Lon'qu: I came from another world. Which means I'm not your father, but still—to me you are a son.
Owain: Uh... All right..?
Lon'qu: I saw what you did before. You showed true mettle and resolve. It takes a brave warrior to give his life so his comrades can finish the mission.
Owain: I just put myself in your shoes. I asked myself what you would do. Mother said you once risked your life to save her from brigands. And you gave your life to save me. Giving mine is the least I can do to honor your memory.
Lon'qu: The Lon'qu of this world is lucky to be so fondly remembered.
Owain: It's the son who was blessed.
Lon'qu: Thank you, Owain. But if you truly wish to honor your father, you mustn't give up your life so easily. If you want to keep your friends safe, then fight. Live to keep defending them. Look at what happened to your father. He died to save you. But he also lost his chance to ever save you again.
Owain: ......
Lon'qu: Promise you won't repeat his mistake.
Owain: ...All right. On my sword, I swear it.
Lon'qu: ...Good. Now get behind me, and watch these fools who would do you harm die on my sword.
Owain: No doubt they all would. But let me at least watch your back. I've always dreamed of protecting you in battle. Will you do your son that honor? I doubt I'll ever get another chance.
Lon'qu: Heh... All right. Show me what you can do.
Owain: Right!

With Ricken as his father

Ricken: Aaagh! I'm gonna fall off the cliff!
Owain: Hup! ...Whew, I've got you! ...What are you doing here, you idiot? This is a battlefield!
Ricken: Oof... That was close. Thanks... Huh? Owain?!
Owain: How does a little kid like you know my name?
Ricken: I'm n-not a kid! That is no way to talk to your father!
Owain: Hah! "Father"? Did you hit your head? My father died years ago! I don't know how you got here, but you need to leave before you get hurt. This is no time for practical jokes, kid.
Ricken: Would you stop calling me "kid"?! My name is Ricken. I came here from another world to help you. I know I don't look like the father you lost, but you have to believe me. ...Wait! I know! That sword you're carrying. The inscription on the hilt reads, "May the road you walk be filled with hope." ...Right?
Owain: ...Y-yes! How do you know that?!
Ricken: Heh heh. Lissa and I agreed that when we had our first son, we'd give you a sword. We promised we'd forge it with exactly that inscription. I guess we really did go through with it!
Owain: Then you really are my father...when he was young?
Ricken: In my world, yes. I know I may not look as tough as your Ricken, but still. A few ragtag Risen like these are no problem for me. Let me lend you my strength. I want to be here for you.
Owain: Thank you, Father. I never expected to be reunited with you like THIS... I'm sorry I doubted you.
Ricken: It's all right. We've cleared up the misunderstanding. Now let's work on making that inscription hold true. What do you say?

With Gaius as his father

Owain: Do the raging valley winds play tricks on my eyes? Now I'm seeing phantoms of my father.
Gaius: I'm no phantom, Owain.
Owain: The howling of the wind, it...it even SOUNDS like my father... Has he come from the next world to claim me?
Gaius: Hey! Do I look like some kinda deathly messenger to you? I may have come from another world to save you, but not THAT one.
Owain: You mean you're...not a ghost? You're really here?!
Gaius: Yes! Can we get past the ghost thing already? And even if I was a ghost, I wouldn't be helping to drag you off to heaven.
Owain: Huh?
Gaius: I mean, what kind of father wants to watch his son bite the big one? Not me, that's for sure. I ought to club you one for trying to sacrifice yourself like that at the bridge. Brave or not, that was a cruel thing to make your old man watch.
Owain: But I was just trying to—
Gaius: You need to take better care of yourself, Owain. That look on your face back there gave me a real scare. I could see in your face that you were ready to...that I almost lost you.
Owain: All right... I'm sorry. I'll take better care of myself. I promise.
Gaius: Good. I came here to save you. That means you have to fight to stay in this, no matter how hard it gets. Don't make me say it again!
Owain: Huh? ...Father, wait! ...He's gone. ...... Well...thanks for the tough love. I think I needed that.

With Gregor as his father

Gregor: Ho! Is very impressive, that look of daring in son of Gregor's eye. Perhaps even put other Owain to shame, yes?
Owain: Father?!
Gregor: Er...not exactly. This Gregor come from another world. Not the same as Gregor YOU know.
Owain: Huh? Another world? Then how did you get here?
Gregor: Naga has few tricks up sacred sleeves. She send Gregor here to help you. But seems like you don't need any help. This world's Gregor would be proud!
Owain: No... I doubt he would have anything nice to say about an egomaniac like me.
Gregor: Hm? What is this "egomaniac"?
Owain: It's just...I always talk a big show. This time I proclaimed I was going to sacrifice myself to save the others. But all I wound up doing was leading us to our doom! I'm a fool who only cares about how I look to other people. I'm sure my departed father would look upon me only with pity.
Gregor: Really?
Owain: Uh...yes, really.
Gregor: And what is so wrong about "talking big show" if it helps you find courage? What is so terrible about putting comrades first in times of danger? Is certainly bad idea to go running headlong toward own death, but still. You are strong boy, and Gregor will crush anyone who dares say otherwise. That even includes you!
Owain: Oh, Father, I... *sniff* I'm sorry! Ahhhhh... *sob*
Gregor: Yes, good boy. You cry as many big man tears as you need. After everything you've been through, you deserve it. But once the man tears dry up, we fight, yes? Ylisse awaits!
Owain: Y-you're right. My world needs me! ...I have to survive this!
Gregor: That's Gregor's son!

With Libra as his father

Libra: Owain! Thank the gods you still live.
Owain: F-Father? What are you doing here?
Libra: I come from another world, my son. By Naga's power, I have crossed the Outrealms to lend you my strength.
Owain: Outrealms? Hmm…
Libra: That's right. So while I may not be your father, you are still, in a way, my son. It pains me to see you throw your life away... But let the gods be praised for seeing you through this crisis thus far.
Owain: So you saw what I did at the bridge.
Libra: Every heartbreaking moment. I feared I was about to lose my son... But that's over now. I have you back. *Sniff* Oh, Owain…
Owain: H-hey! Why are you crying? I'm the one who should be choked up! My dead father just showed up out of nowhere to rescue me! Praise the gods indeed. I thought they'd abandoned me.
Libra: Now that I've found you, Owain, you must let me fight with you. Together we will see you through these perils.
Owain: Thank you. But you have to promise me you won't put yourself in danger. I couldn't bear to lose you a second time.
Libra: I promise. I swear to the gods themselves.
Owain: Ha! You would, wouldn't you? These days, I just swear AT the gods. But maybe I'll give faith another chance. After all, I've got a world to save here.

With Henry as his father

Owain: Hm?! What's this horrible sense of foreboding? No...it can't be…
Henry: Huh? It's you, Owain!
Owain: I knew it. Father! But how can you possibly be alive?
Henry: Oh, that. Yeah, I came from another world. I'm not really your father.
Owain: Another world?! N-no, you must be some trick of the enemy.
Henry: Nya ha! A trick? Now that's not very nice, Owain. But I guess this IS all rather sudden. Hrrrm... Well, whatever. You can think of me as some kind of trick or a ghost if you want. It's not like I can stick around here for long anyway.
Owain: ...A-all right.
Henry: But you've gotta promise me something. Pinky swear! No more putting your life on the line. Understand?
Owain: Huh?
Henry: Look, I totally get the fascination with dying. Heck, I used to dream about my horrible, icky demise all the time! Henry impaled on a lance! Henry impaled on a sword! Oh, the possibilities! ...So you probably get the impulsive death-wish thing from me. But Lissa and I agree with your friend. We don't want you to throw your life away. And since I'm your father, I'm allowed to be hypocritical like that.
Owain: ......
Henry: ...Sorry. I guess you think it's weird taking orders from a ghost.
Owain: Yes. It's weird.
Henry: Nya ha! I figured as much. Oh well. Then I guess it's time to make myself even more transparent. But just know this—I'll always be looking out for you from afar. Okay, that's it. Happy living! ...Emphasis on the "living" part.
Owain: Don't worry. You got your ghostly point across just fine.
Henry: Really? Nya ha! Thanks, Owain! See ya around, then. *Whoosh* *ghost noises*
Owain: *Sigh* Good-bye, Father. I'm sorry I had to push you away. Especially when you came all this way to keep me safe. But that's how I lost you the first time. Trust me—it's better this way. Just having this one moment with you is enough to carry me the rest of the way.

With Donnel as his father

Donnel: Owain? It's you, ain't it? Thank the stars you're alive!
Owain: F-Father?! Is that you?
Donnel: Sure is. Except I'm not REALLY yer pa. I came here from another world.
Owain: ...Another world? I guess anything is possible…
Donnel: ......
Owain: What's the matter?
Donnel: I was just mullin' over what ya did back there, Owain.
Owain: You mean at the bridge? I know it was stupid. It was suicide. Go ahead and tell me off…
Donnel: Tell ya off? Now why would I ever do that?
Owain: Well, you look pretty upset…
Donnel: No, I was just thinkin' it takes real stones to do what ya did.
Owain: ...Huh?
Donnel: I couldn't have done it myself. And my world's got its share of wars too. Even if I KNEW somethin' would do me in, I don't reckon I'd take the chance. Sayin' ya wanna save yer friends is one thing, but actually doin' it? That takes real gumption—especially in a nightmare world like this.
Owain: ...You really mean it?
Donnel: Sure do! Ya done good, Owain. In fact, I couldn't be prouder! I wish everybody back home could see ya right now. But you've struggled enough. Now it's yer pa's turn to fight and make sure ya get home to Ylisse. Ya still got plenty'a livin' to do!
Owain: Thanks, Father. I'll find even better ways to make you proud—you'll see! No matter where you go—even if we end up worlds apart... I want you to always know that you made me a better man.

NPC Brady

With player Brady

Brady: Oh, crap! That's me! ...The other me! I didn't realize I'd wandered so close... What the hell am I supposed to say to myself? Oh! I could tell him that he'll get the Gemstones safely back to Ylisstol. After all, I did. ...Wait, no. Bad idea. I can already tell the situation here is way worse than what I dealt with. There weren't half as many Risen here, and me and my friends didn't get split up. I don't want him to let his guard down... Naga wasn't kidding. This world is messed up beyond belief. Maybe it really is doomed... Aw, the hell with that. I'll undoom it! What am I here for? Just watch, other Brady! I'm gonna get you home safe and sound.

With Maribelle

Maribelle: Brady? Is that you, darling?
Brady: ...M-Ma? No way!
Maribelle: No, young man. I am not YOUR mother, strictly speaking. I've come from another world to lend you my considerable assistance.
Brady: Another world? Um...right. ......
Maribelle: Wh-what?! Where are you going? Stop running, young man!
Brady: Ow! Let go of my ear! What do you care if I haul it out of here? You're probably s-some enemy ruse!
Maribelle: I most certainly am not! If I were some artifice of the enemy, then you would already be dead. I or someone else would have struck you down the moment you hesitated.
Brady: Well...yeah, but…
Maribelle: But nothing! Stand up straight! Did I raise you to run for the hills at the sight of your own mother's face?
Brady: You didn't raise me, period! Ugh, I give up. So what do you want, Ma?
Maribelle: At last, some respect! Naturally, I have come to make sure my son in this world carries himself with dignity.
Brady: ...... BAWWW! *sniff* *sob*
Maribelle: Brady, whatever has come over you? You usually cry after my lectures, not before them…
Brady: I just can't look at you a second... *sniff* longer... I never thought I'd see you again, Ma! *sob*
Maribelle: So that's it. It was not a ruse you feared. It was that I might see you shed tears.
Brady: Shaddap! I was only... Rrgh... Gods! All right! So WHAT if I didn't want to look stupid in front of ya?
Maribelle: My dear, sweet child. You have your silly moments, I'll admit. But stupid? Far from it. You helped your friends by keeping the Gemstones safe. I think it was dashing. And if people daresay otherwise, I shall have to reprimand them...with my boot!
Brady: ...Pfft! That's not exactly genteel, Ma.
Maribelle: Of course it's genteel. It just won't be GENTLE.

With Robin (M) as his father

Robin: Brady? Brady, it is you! I'm so glad you're all right!
Brady: Pop?! What are you doing here? I thought you were dead! You never came home. Did someone capture you?
Robin: No... You don't understand. I'm not really from this world. And I'm not really your father. I can only stay here for a short while…
Brady: What? You're not him? Then...my old man must be…
Robin: I'm sorry, Brady. I didn't mean to build up false hope. But even if I'm not your real father, you're still like a son to me. Let me fight alongside you for as long as I can!
Brady: You'd do that for me? Thanks, Pop... But I sure wish you didn't have to see me like this.
Robin: Like what?
Brady: I did something terrible. Real bad. I abandoned my friends... They helped me get away, and I can't even go back and save them... I don't know how to fight. I'm sure I'm nothing like you wanted me to turn out…
Robin: Brady, that's not true at all.
Brady: It ain't?
Robin: Of course not. You're a remarkable son. And besides, if you'd tried to go back and save them, you would have been killed. Then the Gemstones would have fallen into enemy hands. I'm proud of you for staying calm and making the right choice. You kept your emotions at bay and did what your friends wanted. That took guts.
Brady: Really? *sniff*
Robin: You're exactly what I wanted in a son. A quick thinker who gets the job done. A true strategist, like his father.
Brady: You m-mean it? *sob*
Robin: You'll start feeling better once you complete your mission here. And you'll have my help every step of the way!
Brady: Thanks, Pop. Ylisse needs me, and I won't let her down. WE won't!
Robin: That's right!

With Chrom as his father

Chrom: Good. You're still safe.
Brady: Pop? No way... You're still alive?! No... You must be a ghost!
Chrom: My name is Chrom, but I'm not your father. I came here from another world to help you for as long as I can.
Brady: Another world...? Hmph... Well, wherever you came from, I've got a favor to ask. You gotta help my friends!
Chrom: You mean the two who stayed behind enemy lines? But you know they didn't just do that to save you.
Brady: I know... They need us to deliver the stones and save the world.
Chrom: Right. And I intend to help you to do that.
Brady: You won't save the others? Why not?
Chrom: I can't just leave you here with no way to fight off the Risen. Especially considering the gravity of your task. Besides, I heard you say your friends would pull through. Was that a lie?
Brady: What? No, I believe it! They're tough as nails! B-but...you know what it's like to have that naggin' feeling in the back of your head? I've spent my whole life being protected. By you, my friends, the people... But I'm your son. I'm the damn prince, for Naga's sake! When the hell do I get to start protectin' back?
Chrom: Brady…
Brady: If I leave them now, I'm no prince. I'm just an exalted loser. Why can't the gods send me just a little power to help my friends?!
Chrom: I understand how you feel. ...But maybe they already have. Maybe I am the power you seek.
Brady: ...... Pop, I... *sniff*
Chrom: It's all right, Brady. You've changed my mind. I will save your friends.
Brady: ...You mean it?
Chrom: If they're still alive, I'll keep them safe. But in exchange, you have to make it through this too. You have to honor their sacrifice and keep running until you get to Ylisse. Right now, that's exactly what she needs of her prince.
Brady: All right, Pop. I get it. ...Well, it was good to see you. Even if it's not really you. Take care of the others.
Chrom: You want a handkerchief?
Brady: No, I'll be all right.
Chrom: That's my boy. Good luck, Brady!
Brady: You too, Pop!

With Frederick as his father

Brady: Pop? Is that you?! How in the hell can that be?
Frederick: I'm not the man you think, Brady—not the father who met his end here. I have been dispatched here from another world in order to help you.
Brady: Heh... I thought something was fishy. You're too young to be my pop. So did you come from the past?
Frederick: Yes, in fact. I see Maribelle and I raise a very perceptive son. ...Your tone could use a bit of refinement, but I'm willing to overlook that.
Brady: Can it, Sir Nosy! You'd rebel too if you had to grow up with two meticulous parents.
Frederick: Is that why you talk like that? You're "rebelling"?
Brady: Yeah. My ma and pop were way too overprotective. But I know they did it out of love. I wish I hadn't fought back so much. Now I'll never get to see them again... Sometimes I wish I could visit the next world just to say I'm sorry.
Frederick: Brady…
Brady: Well...I guess I might finally get the chance.
Frederick: And what do you mean by that?
Brady: I never should've abandoned my friends back at the bridge. I deserve to die, and I probably will.
Frederick: What?! Don't speak such nonsense!
Brady: ...Huh?
Frederick: Now you listen to me, young man. The only way you'll keep living is if you WANT to keep living.
Brady: ......
Frederick: And sometimes wanting it isn't enough. Look at your father. He wanted to live with all his heart...but reality had other plans in store. So how do you expect to stay alive in a world like this if you DON'T want it? Stop blaming yourself and start looking toward your future. Because if you don't, I'll never leave. I'll be far too worried. Do you want your overprotective, meticulous father to nag you forever?
Brady: ...... It's funny. You said something like that once before...right before you died. I'd almost forgot…
Frederick: Good. I'm glad the other me didn't neglect to tell you.
Brady: You know, this has been a real wake-up call. I guess I do need to snap out of it.
Frederick: That's the spirit.
Brady: ...But hey, let me tell you something. Since I was too busy bawlin' my eyes out to say it to my real pop, I just wanted you to know that as much as you crowded me... I still liked having you around. ...So don't even think about dyin' on me again, or I'll break your face!
Frederick: Duly noted. I promise never to elicit such harsh words again.

With Virion as his father

Brady: *Huff, huff* The Risen just keep comin'...
Virion: Are you all right, Brady?
Brady: Huh?! Who the hell are you, and how do you know my name?
Virion: Ack! C-calm yourself, young man! I have no intention of doing you harm! Don't you recognize me? It is I, Virion—Fatherest of Fathers—come from worlds afar to help you!
Brady: Pop? No... Can it really be you? I guess you do kind of look like him. And you're wearing Ma's matching scarf.
Virion: There, you see? No need to raise your voice and take years off my life... You may not have your mother's mastery of tirades, but you did give me a scare.
Brady: ...Sorry. So if you're really my old man, there's something I need you to hear.
Virion: Well, I am not the same man, but I shall endeavor to listen on his behalf.
Brady: Right, whatever. As long as I get to apologize. ...I really let my pop down.
Virion: Hm? Whatever do you mean?
Brady: My folks always taught me that nobles should be the shield of common folk. That we should defend others. But today I abandoned my friends... The only one I protected was myself. I failed you, Pop. There's nothing noble about me!
Virion: Are you upset over what happened at the bridge?
Brady: You saw it?
Virion: Perhaps I should teach you a noble's other great responsibility.
Brady: There's another one?
Virion: Commitment. Once you decide to do something, you must see it through. You cannot back down from hard choices the moment they start to sting. Make whatever losses you sustain count by finishing what you start. That is true nobility.
Brady: ...Commitment, huh?
Virion: Correct. And what have you committed yourself to at this very moment?
Brady: To deliver the Gemstones... Right.
Virion: Get to it, then. And as for me, my commitment is to protecting you. So allow me to exert my usual grace and escort you back into Ylisse.
Brady: Right. Thanks, Pop. I appreciate it.

With Vaike as his father

Vaike: Hah! Is that a Brady? I think it's a Brady!
Brady: Pop?! How the hell…
Vaike: The Vaike has crossed over from another world to save your bacon! I'm not the same man as your father...but I'm possibly more impressive.
Brady: Another world? I hope you don't mean THAT world. Tell me you're alive and not some Risen.
Vaike: Are you kiddin'? Would some sack of flesh have muscles like this? Come on, now. So when do you and me get to bash some undead heads in as a team?
Brady: ......
Vaike: Somethin' wrong?
Brady: No, it's just... You're all talk, Pop. You know I don't have your strength or skill with weapons. My friends usually protect me, not the other way around.
Vaike: Yeah, the Vaike witnessed that little incident at the bridge.
Brady: I was afraid of that. The Vaike would never abandon his friends, would he?
Vaike: You abandoned them? ...Is that what ya did?
Brady: I...uh…
Vaike: Or did you SAVE THE WORLD by keepin' the Gemstones safe? ...Teach may have to grade harshly based on how you answer.
Brady: I didn't abandon them. But still…
Vaike: Blah blah blah. You did the right thing! Time to move past it. The real difference between you and the Vaike has nothin' to do with strength. It's the fact that you're always blubberin' like a baby.
Brady: I don't b-b-b-blubber! *sniff* I'm introspective, damn it!
Vaike: Heh heh. I'm just givin' ya a hard time. And anyway, you inherited the best parts of Maribelle and yours truly. Like the way you talk.
Brady: I definitely didn't get that part from Ma…
Vaike: Now how about we snap a few Risen in two and get ya on your way?
Brady: You really want to team up with me?
Vaike: The Vaike only picks winners!

With Stahl as his father

Brady: Huh? Hold your griffons—green armor? No, it can't be!
Stahl: Brady…
Brady: Pop? Is that really you? I thought I recognized you! What are you doin' here? I thought you were dead!
Stahl: Well...the Stahl in this world probably is. But I'm not him. I've been sent here from another world to help you.
Brady: So you're n-not my pop? I see... ...... BAWWW! *sniff* I'm s-sorry! It's just...when I see your damned face, I just... Gaaah!
Stahl: I'm sorry, Brady. I was trying to stay out of sight. I know you can get emotional at times.
Brady: I'm just happy to see ya, Pop... I really, really am!
Stahl: You made a tough choice back there with your friends, Brady. I saw the whole thing.
Brady: I know, I just... *sniff* I hate myself for being so powerless…
Stahl: I completely understand. But you made the right choice, and I'm proud of you.
Brady: It tore me apart to do it. But you know what you said to me once? "When you're unsure in battle, ask yourself what you can do for the greater good."
Stahl: I taught you that? That's sound advice. But your friends gave you an important task. I would have done the same thing as you.
Brady: But was it the right choice?
Stahl: Only time will tell. Right now, that's not what you should be thinking about.
Brady: I...I know. I need to make sure the Gemstones reach Ylisse!
Stahl: Exactly! And I'll be right here to help in any way I can.

With Kellam as his father

Kellam: Brady! You're all right.
Brady: Huh? ...Holy horse feathers! Pop? You come back to haunt me?
Kellam: No, I'm no ghost.
Brady: Like hell you're not! My old man died ages ago. Killed by a bunch of Risen. Besides, you've got this ethereal look to ya…
Kellam: That's, uh... That's my usual look. Anyway, let's get to the point. I'm from another world. I came to help you when I heard you were in trouble. So I'm not a ghost...but I'm also not really your father.
Brady: Oh. Well, that's a relief. I almost thought you were my escort to you-know-where. So you say you're here to help?
Kellam: That's right. I'm going to get you back to Ylisse safe and sound. No Risen are going to get past me!
Brady: No, old-timer, listen to me... You gotta help my friends, not me. They're stuck on the other side of the ravine!
Kellam: But I'm worried about you…
Brady: The hell with me! I'm your son, ain't I? I bet the Risen won't even see me. Except, unlike you, I ain't got what it takes to save my friends. So you gotta do it for me. ...Promise! They could be badly wounded, or... No, I'm not gonna think about it.
Kellam: All right, Brady. I understand how you feel. I'll look after your friends.
Brady: You mean it?! ...Aw, thanks, Pop!
Kellam: But you have to make me a promise too. You're no warrior. Stay away from the Risen, and get out of here. Fast.
Brady: All right. I promise. You watch your sorry hide too!
Kellam: Don't worry about me. I can— ...Huh? Where'd he go? Holy smokes! He does take after me... He might even have me beat.

With Lon'qu as his father

Lon'qu: Brady.
Brady: Who's there? Come on out, you fiend!
Lon'qu: It's me. Your father, Lon'qu. I've come from another world to lend you my strength.
Brady: Huh? Is that really you, Pop? Hmph... Seems a little hard to swallow. How do I know you're not tryin' to dupe me out of the Gemstones?
Lon'qu: I thought you might say that. I probably wouldn't believe me either, considering the circumstances.
Brady: Yeah? Good. Then take a hike. I don't buy any of your hogwash.
Lon'qu: Before you write me off...take a look at this.
Brady: What's this—a ring?
Lon'qu: Yes. The same one your mother left you when she passed away.
Brady: You're right... It's the same. ...... Ma was real impressed at how you picked out the ring all on your own.
Lon'qu: Huh? But I didn't. Maribelle and I went and bought it together. That was the first day I worked up the courage to hold her hand…
Brady: Ding ding! Correct! So you really are my old man…
Lon'qu: I see... You were testing me.
Brady: Yep. Sorry about that. It's good to see ya again, Pop. Even if you're not the same man.
Lon'qu: You're just like your mother. Always a step ahead of me.
Brady: Well, don't sell yourself short. I'm your son too, after all. Even though I didn't exactly inherit your prowess in battle. Now my friends are trapped across the ravine and I can't do a damn thing about it. Sorry to disappoint…
Lon'qu: I'm not disappointed. You don't need a sword to be a strong fighter. Delivering the Gemstones to Ylisse will win more battles than any blade.
Brady: I guess…
Lon'qu: This world has tempered you and made you tougher than I'll ever be. But still I've come this far, and I intend to help. So go, Brady. I'll strike down any enemies in your path!
Brady: Right... Thanks, Pop!

With Ricken as his father

Ricken: Brady! Oh, whew. I'm so glad I managed to catch up.
Brady: Who the hell are you, kid?
Ricken: It's me, Ricken. Your father?
Brady: Uh, are you crazy in the head or something? My old man's dead. And anyway, he wasn't some pipsqueak like you.
Ricken: Heh heh... I thought you might say that... So I brought a little leverage to help my case. ...Ta-da! Feast your eyes on these tea leaves! Look familiar?
Brady: Yes! ...... Okay, no.
Ricken: This is the tea Maribelle and I drink every single day! Come on, look closer! I'm sure you've seen it a million times.
Brady: I'm sure I have, but I don't know jack squat about tea leaves just by looking. ...Here, kid. Let me have a whiff.
Ricken: Ah, right! Of course! You might recognize the smell. ...Well? Well, well, well?
Brady: *Sniiiiiiff* ...Yep. You win. You're my pop, all right.
Ricken: You believe me?
Brady: Uh-huh. You don't really look like how I remember him, to be honest. But only my old man would be this eager to make me sniff tea leaves.
Ricken: Ha ha! That's a relief.
Brady: So what exactly are you doing here in junior form?
Ricken: I came from another world to help you. I saw how you got split up from your friends before... I know this must be so hard for you... But I'm here to fight by your side!
Brady: Well, thanks. But I'd rather you help them, not me. I had to leave them on the other side of the ravine... I hope they're all right.
Ricken: Are you sure? But then who's going to keep you safe?
Brady: I can take care of myself. I have a way of slipping right under the enemy's nose. ...Musta got that from you. Ma told me about the time you snuck behind enemy lines to rescue her.
Ricken: Ha ha! She did? Well, still, Brady. The stakes are higher this time. You have the Gemstones. You have to stay alive no matter what. Do it for your father.
Brady: All right. But you be careful too, okay?

With Gaius as his father

Gaius: Brady? Is that you?
Brady: Pop?! How in the hell…
Gaius: Sorry. Wrong Gaius. I'm here from another world. The divine dragon Naga sent me to help you.
Brady: She what? ...Hang on, I thought you were a thief. What kind of thief takes a job like this? Did she offer you money? Jewels? Pancakes? It must've been something good.
Gaius: Nope. No reward.
Brady: You're workin' for FREE? What kind of cheapskate goddess is she?
Gaius: What does it matter to you?
Brady: Well, actually, I wanted to find out your price so I could buy your services.
Gaius: What? I'm your father! You don't really think I'd charge you?
Brady: Huh? You just got finished sayin' you AIN'T my father. Look, just take your damned money or cookies or whatever and hear me out!
Gaius: Heh. I see not even hard times have softened up that hard head of yours. You remind me of your mother. ...Well, I can't work for you because YOU are gonna do a job for me.
Brady: Oh yeah? And what's that?
Gaius: You're gonna make it home to Ylisstol in one piece.
Brady: Pah! Who are you kiddin'? I don't need you to ask me to do that. I can do it myself!
Gaius: Aren't you gonna wait and see what the payment is? Do the job for me, and I'll go rescue your friends across the ravine.
Brady: Wha... But that's what…
Gaius: What you were going to pay ME for. You think I don't know you? Let's just hope they're in one piece. Well—two separate pieces. One piece would be awkward... If they are alive, I'll make sure they join you in Ylisstol soon.
Brady: You better not be trickin' me.
Gaius: Hey, let's not be mixing up thieves and liars here, huh?
Brady: ...All right. You got yourself a deal.
Gaius: Good. Now get moving. No son of mine is gonna slip up here. ...You make sure you get home safe.
Brady: I will. ...You watch yourself too, Pop. Yeah. I know it's you, even if you say it ain't.
Gaius: Don't you worry about me. I break locks, not promises.

With Gregor as his father

Gregor: Ah! Brady... Is good to see you still breathing.
Brady: Pop?! No way... Did the Risen get me? Did I pass into the other world?
Gregor: Hah! Is much too soon for you to die, yes? Relax. This Gregor come from other world. Not the same man as your dearly departing Gregor!
Brady: There's two of you?! So what are you doing in MY world?
Gregor: Gregor has come to help in time of need! Is Gregor not allowed to worry about his dear, sweet son?
Brady: ...You're worried about me? As if I didn't cause my real pop enough grief... Gaaah! I'm sorry! *sniff* I turned out worthless. Worthless! *sob*
Gregor: Oy! Stop with the crying. You have work to do, yes?
Brady: *Sniff*
Gregor: Is okay to have regrets. Gregor have whole mountain of regrets! Lousy clients... Lousy jobs... Lousy taverns... But now is not time for regrets. You must put those thoughts aside and instead take action! Your friends did not make big sacrifice for nothing, yes?
Brady: So you saw all that…
Gregor: Yes, from distance. So, Brady, tell Gregor... Is your job to boo-hoo? Is your job to wish things turned out different? No!
Brady: That's right. My job is to deliver the Gemstones! Will ya help me, Pop?
Gregor: Of course! Gregor will finish job of other Gregor and keep his little son safe.

With Libra as his father

Libra: Brady? ...That's you, isn't it?
Brady: Pop?! N-no way. My old man kicked the bucket ages ago... Oh, hell. Don't tell me you've come to drag me off to the world of the dead!
Libra: It's not your time to go to the gods yet. Although I do come from another world. Which of course makes me a different Libra than the father you knew.
Brady: So you're my old man in another world?
Libra: Yes. And by Naga's power, I have come here to aid you.
Brady: Heh. That's an impressive trick. But you know what? Naga can kiss my butt. I appreciate the divine intervention, but where was she when Ylisse went to hell?
Libra: B-Brady! Shame on you! You're a man of the cloth! That's no way to speak of the divine dragon!
Brady: Oh, we were believers all right. Me and my ma and pop... We put all our faith in Naga. We prayed and prayed, thinking it would be worth a damn. But nope. Naga didn't listen.
Libra: Of course she—
Brady: And the gall! She sends us help now? Real nice of her to wait for my parents and a big chunk of Ylisse's population to die. Now my friends are next, if they're not dead already. All because she left us to fight this stupid war! I don't want Naga's help! She's too late! She's too...ahh... *sob*
Libra: Brady...forgive me. I have no intention of glossing over your struggles with talk of religion. But Naga has not abandoned you. Please realize that it took nothing short of a miracle for her to send what help she did. Your prayers did not go unanswered. It just...took time for the answer to arrive.
Brady: ......
Libra: I will not ask for you to put your faith in some higher power. But will you put your faith in me? I wish to save your world. I do not want anyone else to die—least of all you.
Brady: ...All right, Pop. All right. I'll give Naga another chance. After all, you're standing here before me. That really IS a miracle. Maybe she really will come through for us in the end.
Libra: She will, Brady. I promise.

With Henry as his father

Henry: Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in! Though, I guess we're outside…
Brady: Pop?! You're not dead! Did you use your hexes to preemptively bring yourself back or something?
Henry: No... But wouldn't THAT be fun! "Presurrection"! Anyway, I'm not the Henry you know. I came from another world to help you. It's called an Outrealm, because it's a realm outside this one. Get it?
Brady: Er...yeah, I get it. It's a shame you're not my real old man, but at least you're alive, um, legitimately.
Henry: Uh-huh. So which Risen do you want me to kill first? It's the least I can do for you since the other me is a smelly, wormy carcass now. Just point me at your most hated enemy, and I'll blow him off the map!
Brady: I wish it were that simple, but this battle is all but lost. You should go back to your world before things get any worse, Pop.
Henry: Huh? Why?
Brady: Uh, how about 'cause the valley is swarming with foes and we might drop like flies? You don't have to die to save somebody else's world.
Henry: Why not?
Brady: Beeeeee...cause you don't?
Henry: Sorry, but I'm not about to abandon my son when he's in danger. I like danger! And I'm also surprisingly okay with death. And flies. To me, this world's as cozy as a blanket. Nya ha ha!
Brady: Pop, you're kind of freaking me out.
Henry: I have that effect on people. But don't worry. I'm not actually going to die. Now shoo! Get on home to Ylisse! I'll take care of things here.
Brady: ...... Well, I don't know how to say no to that. But seriously, you'd better not die. 'Cause if ya do... I may not be you, old-timer, but I know a few measly curses of my own.
Henry: I hope they're measly. I don't want you dabbling in curses. You're too nice for that. Besides, they take a toll on the body. ...Oh! Want to see my rashes sometime? Anyway, I'll have this all sewed up in no time, so forget the curses and get moving!

With Donnel as his father

Donnel: Shuck my corn, is that Brady?!
Brady: Huh? That drawl... Pop?! No, it can't be. You're dead! You had better not be a risen, or I...I…
Donnel: Easy now—I ain't no Risen! But I ain't your pa, neither. I came here from another world to lend ya a hand.
Brady: Haw? Another world? ...Meh, whatever. As long as you're no Risen. So my pop is still in his grave?
Donnel: Well, now ya done got me worried too, but yeah, as far as I know…
Brady: Whew, that's a relief. Sometimes dead folks in my world come back with a vengeance, if you get me. Nothing terrifies me more than the thought of bumping into you or Ma. ...Anyway, sorry I freaked out on you like that.
Donnel: Poor kid. Ya been through a lot. I shoulda got here sooner and saved ya all that grief by the bridge.
Brady: You saw?
Donnel: Sure did.
Brady: It was really tough, Pop... *gulp* Leavin' em like that... Runnin' away... But the world needs the Gemstones... *sniff* I had no choice…
Donnel: I know it's gotta hurt. A kind kid like yerself shouldn't have to make such tough decisions. Ya done good, Brady. Ya done real good.
Brady: Thanks…
Donnel: But ya know what comes next, don't ya? Ya know what ya gotta do?
Brady: Uh-huh…
Donnel: Well, don't you worry. I didn't come all this way to let ya down, Son. I'll fight off them Risen. You dry yer eyes and hurry on back to Ylisstol!
Brady: I will. *sniff* It was good to see you, Pop. I'll make you real proud—I promise! And I promise I'll do my part!

NPC Yarne

With player Yarne

Yarne: So that's me in this world... I'm surprised I haven't died off by now. ...What are the odds? Maybe I should go give myself a pat on the back. ...Huh? But wait a second. What if he's so scared to see himself that he drops dead from the shock? Th-that would be a disaster! I can't do that to myself! Not after Other Me has made it this far! I'll just watch from a distance. ...... Hang in there, Yarne. You stay alive. I know you'll make this world so peaceful, you'll never be afraid of dying out again!
Yarne: ...... You too, Yarne.

With Panne

Yarne: M-Mother? ...Is that really you?
Panne: It pleases me to see you safe, Yarne.
Yarne: Oh! Mother! It's a miracle! You're back from the dead! ...Y-you're not a Risen, are you?
Panne: Well, I may have red eyes...but no. I am not a Risen.
Yarne: You mean it? Then you really are alive! This is wonderful! I thought I was the last taguel, and I was so, so scared…
Panne: Poor Yarne...Your world has been so cruel to you. But I am so proud of you for keeping our race alive.
Yarne: Wait...What do you mean, "your world"?
Panne: I'm sorry, Yarne. I'm not really your mother. I should have told you sooner. I've come from another world to help you for as long as I can.
Yarne: You mean you're going to leave? But I just got you back!
Panne: Naga's power here is limited. My task is to ensure you and the Gemstones reach Ylisse. Then I must go.
Yarne: No! No, no, I want you to stay! I don't want to be the last taguel anymore! *sniff*
Panne: I truly am sorry, Yarne. I know your loneliness all too well. I never meant for you to share it... But know that I will always love you, even when we are worlds apart! I will never stop praying for your safety and happiness. Please, do not cry. You will break your mother's heart…
Yarne: *Sniff* All right... I won't cry anymore, Mother. I know I'm too old to be falling apart like this.
Panne: Good boy…
Yarne: I had better go. If we have to say good-bye, I'd rather make it quick. But thank you for coming to help me. I'll be thinking of you too. Just hearing your voice gives me hope. And...now I know I'm not alone. There are worlds where my mother is alive! Maybe even lots of worlds! Which means...the taguel still have a fighting chance! Yippee!
Panne: Huh? Yarne, where are you— *sigh* Silly boy... He said he was done crying, but I could still hear the quiver in his voice. Well, never fear. Your mother has not left you yet. I will keep you safe and help you find the peaceful future you deserve.

With Robin (M) as his father

Robin: ...Yarne? It's you, isn't it?
Yarne: Father? Y-you're alive!
Robin: I wish I was your real father, Yarne. But I come from another world. I crossed the borders of space and time to help you escape. Now go! I'll hold them off!
Yarne: No... That's all right.
Robin: Huh?
Yarne: You saw how many Risen there were. This world is done for... Finished. Don't throw your life away along with ours.
Robin: Hey!
Yarne: We've already lost. I left my friends back there to die... It's over. I'm the worst…
Robin: No, you're not!
Yarne: Hm?
Robin: I'm not blind. I saw what really happened. You didn't want to abandon your friends. You had to force yourself away. You decided to honor their wishes in the end.
Yarne: I still left them to die.
Robin: Well, maybe you need to have a little more faith in them!
Yarne: I wish I could, but I'm not stupid.
Robin: Then suppose you're right, and they don't make it. Don't you owe it to them to finish your mission and honor what they did? Don't you owe it to your parents?
Yarne: Rrgh…
Robin: Your survival could be what pulls this world back from the brink of chaos. Are you going to try? Or are you going to waste what time you have left feeling bad for everyone?
Yarne: *Sniff* I'm s-sorry, Father. You're right... I had all but given up... But not anymore. I won't let their sacrifices be in vain. Please... Will you help me finish what we started?
Robin: Of course!

With Frederick as his father

Yarne: Is that...? It can't be! Father?!
Frederick: Hello, Yarne. You may be my son, but I'm not the father you think. I've come from another world, you see.
Yarne: I... No, I don't see.
Frederick: Well, as much as I'd love to draw you a picture and explain...time runs short. You need to get to Ylisse. I'll stay here and hold the enemy at bay.
Yarne: What? Now, hold on! I just left two of my friends behind. Now you want me to leave you too? I can't just let you stay here and die... Not after you've come all this way to save me.
Frederick: You've already lost me once—is that why?
Yarne: That's right. Just thinking about how you died protecting me... It's not fair! I don't want a life that's been bought with the lives of others!
Frederick: Then shall we die together? Is that what you'd prefer? The son I know would do anything to avoid extinction.
Yarne: Huh?
Frederick: I think I know why your friends trusted you with the Gemstones. They were betting on you.
Yarne: What do you mean?
Frederick: They believed that you, more than any of them, had the strongest will to live. Also, no son of mine would ever abandon his liege. Lucina needs you, and that is why you will return to Ylisse. I know it, and your friends knew it too.
Yarne: Ah…
Frederick: Seeing more clearly now? Good. Then finding you was worth it.
Yarne: You're right. Th-thank you, Father... I swear I'll make it out of here alive! And I'll take any help I can get. Can you hold them off?
Frederick: It would be my pleasure.

With Virion as his father

Virion: Whew... All these Risen do tire a noble out... What I wouldn't give for a freshly brewed cup of tea and a few moments to relax. ...Hmm? Now who is that running this way?
Yarne: FATHER! That's really you, isn't it?
Virion: Aieee! ...Good gods, my boy! My heart nearly stopped. So you must be this world's Yarne... You do know how to startle your elders, don't you? Truth be told, I was hoping to avoid this meeting... Alas, it seems my destiny is, as always, to be noticed.
Yarne: Well, when you talk to yourself and gesture dramatically like that... *Sigh* Never mind. What are you doing here? You're supposed to be dead.
Virion: Ah, you mean your FATHER is supposed to be dead. But I am not your father. I am the OTHER Virion who is NOT dead! You see, I came from another world.
Yarne: ...Er, why would you do that?
Virion: A little bird told me you and your companions were in dire straits. And when presented with the opportunity to help, I... I... *gulp*
Yarne: ...You...?
Virion: *Ahem* Forgive me. You are not REALLY my son, but it distresses me to see your life in peril. My usual grace and composure, they... Oh dear? I'm starting to...to sweat. From my eyes. I am quite sweaty.
Yarne: Father, you're crying! No wonder you didn't want us to cross paths. Ohh... *sniff* Oh, Father!
Virion: Ah-ah! Dry those tears, my boy. A son of any Virion must maintain his dignity. Besides, your eyes will get red.
Yarne: Um... My eyes have ALWAYS been red. You know that.
Virion: Ah yes... Like your mother's. Such a lovely color! But enough sentimentality. Since you know I am here, I can no longer protect you in secret... However, I still have your back... And YOU have a mission to see through!
Yarne: Don't worry, Father. I will!

With Vaike as his father

Yarne: Father, is that you?!
Vaike: Ah! There ya are. So you must be this world's Yarne.
Yarne: I-I don't understand. Are you a ghost? Have you come back from the dead?
Vaike: Sorry, kid, but neither one. I came from another world, so I ain't the same Vaike you called your father.
Yarne: There's more than one of you?! Oh... Then I guess my father really is dead…
Vaike: Hmm... Looks like the Vaike went and got your hopes up. But this is no time for you to be feelin' bad for yourself, Son of Vaike. You've got an important task ahead of ya—ain't that right?
Yarne: ...Th-that's right! The Gemstones. I have to get them back to Ylisstol... Father, I'm sorry to ask you this, but can you help my friends? I would do it myself, but I can't stay here.
Vaike: Your friends? Ya mean the ones who cut the bridge down…
Yarne: Yes! They might be badly hurt by now...or worse... But if I go help them, I'll just get myself killed, and it will all be for n-nothing... *Sniff* *sob*
Vaike: Yarne…
Yarne: I-it's not fair! *sob*
Vaike: H-hey! Kid, take it easy! I get it. And you remember how tough your old man was, right?
Yarne: Of course I do! The Vaike was Ylisse's ultimate warrior! He was greater than even the greatest of taguel legends. His ferocity in the field inspired his comrades and put the enemy to rout! My father was the best!
Vaike: Good. Then ya now the Vaike'll take care of things here too. You handle your mission. The ultimate warrior will do the rest! You and your friends have got nothin' to worry about.
Yarne: R-really?!
Vaike: Really! Now get movin', Son of Vaike!
Yarne: A-all right! Thank you, Father!

With Stahl as his father

Stahl: Yarne! You're alive!
Yarne: Wh-what? Father?! But I thought you were dead!
Stahl: I'm not the Stahl you know. I came from another world.
Yarne: Wha...? Why would you do that?
Stahl: To save you, of course!
Yarne: You're here to help? Then don't save me. You have to rescue my friends! They're stranded on the other bank…
Stahl: I know. I saw. It must have been hard to leave them behind. That took courage.
Yarne: I didn't want to do it, but I had to honor their wishes. I had to! *Sniff* What would you have done? I'm scared I made a mistake…
Stahl: You didn't, Yarne. Trust me. I know how it feels to make a tough call and be left to wonder if there was another way. But you can't get hung up on things like that. You need to keep moving forward.
Yarne: How can I?
Stahl: Listen—life lays a lot of choices before us, and sometimes they're all bad. You have to be able to pick the least of those evils and live with it. I know I have. But if you stop to question it, you'll never get to the next choice. You'll never get anywhere. Understand?
Yarne: ......
Stahl: You know what you need to do now, right?
Yarne: Yes... Deliver the Gemstones. I don't know why I was so clouded... I have to hurry up and finish my mission!
Stahl: Good. And I'm going to help you. You ready?
Yarne: I am now. Thanks, Father!

With Kellam as his father

Kellam: Yarne... You're safe.
Yarne: Waugh! ...F-Father? I must be seeing things. Are you a g-ghost?
Kellam: No. I'm not really your father. I came from another world.
Yarne: Another world? I bet you've come here to scold me…
Kellam: Huh? Why would I do that?
Yarne: B-because I left my friends behind! I left them to die!
Kellam: You mean back at the bridge?
Yarne: *Sniff* I didn't mean to leave them. I was going to stay by their sides—even if it meant extinction! But I messed up! I failed them! Waaah! *sob*
Kellam: Aww. Easy now, Yarne. I understand... It hurts when you can't be there to protect your friends. I know that as well as anyone. Every injury they sustain is like a knife in your chest. I get it.
Yarne: You do? *sniff*
Kellam: But I also know it's important to keep living. Why's that?
Yarne: I don't know.
Kellam: Yes, you do. You have a mission.
Yarne: ...To get the Gemstones back to Ylisse. Y-you're right, Father. I was so upset that I nearly lost sight of it.
Kellam: Then you'd better get going. I'll handle things here!
Yarne: Right! No looking back. Thanks, Father!

With Lon'qu as his father

Yarne: F-Father?! Is that you? It can't be…
Lon'qu: Yarne.
Yarne: This isn't possible. Please tell me you're not some Risen... I d-don't think I could fight an enemy with my own father's face…
Lon'qu: Relax. I'm no Risen. Nor am I your real father.
Yarne: What?
Lon'qu: I come from another world—an Outrealm separate from this one.
Yarne: I...I see. Then you're here to rescue me?
Lon'qu: No. You know me better than that.
Yarne: What do you mean?
Lon'qu: I mean my son needs no rescuing. You may be the last of the taguel, but that's also because you are the strongest.
Yarne: ...I am?
Lon'qu: Yes. Today you need a comrade to guide you through the danger. Not a father to pull you out of it. Whatever enemies I destroy will be to hasten your victory, not hand it to you.
Yarne: ......
Lon'qu: I believe in you. Today my strong son is going to come through for his friends.
Yarne: ...You're right. I have to get back to Ylisstol. I have to deliver the Gemstones, no matter what the cost! The whole world is counting on me.
Lon'qu: That's right. Now go. Any Risen who stands in your way will have to face my blade.
Yarne: Thank you, Father!

With Ricken as his father

Ricken: Yarne! You're all right!
Yarne: Ack! What's a little kid doing here?
Ricken: Hey! I am NOT little! I'm your father, Ricken. You could at least TRY to recognize me? I came here from another world—one where I'm still young.
Yarne: YOU are my father? Hmm... I guess you do have his features... But you're still a kid! What are you doing on a battlefield?
Ricken: Saving you! You need all the help you can get, right?
Yarne: You're here to rescue us?! Then forget about me, Father. You have to help Owain and Inigo! They put themselves in danger so that I could escape!
Ricken: I know. I saw what happened at the bridge. But you do know why they did it, right? As cruel as it seems?
Yarne: So that I could deliver the Gemstones…
Ricken: That's right. They want you to make it home to Ylisse. And you know what? So do I.
Yarne: You mean you won't help them?
Ricken: Of course I'll help them! We're all in this together. But your safety comes first, and you can't expect me to forget that.
Yarne: Nngh... I know…
Ricken: Good. Then you know what we need to do. Now let's finish this, Yarne. I'll hold this spot, so you go on ahead!
Yarne: *Sigh* All right, Father. Thank you.

With Gaius as his father

Gaius: Hey there, Yarne.
Yarne: F-Father?! ...But I thought you were dead!
Gaius: No, I'm not the Gaius you knew. I come from another world.
Yarne: So you're like...my other father? ...Oh! Have you come to save me?
Gaius: Heh... What kind of chump do you take me for?
Yarne: Huh?
Gaius: I heard this world was loaded with treasure and decided to stop by.
Yarne: B-but…
Gaius: And THEN I saw you were hopelessly outnumbered and decided to help.
Yarne: Oh…
Gaius: Now you listen to me, Yarne. As much as you like to go on about extinction, this right here isn't it. Come on... Look at these guys you're up against. They're a walk in the park! I'm only helping out because I'm bored. And you think you need saving? You've got better things to do, like build a better future with your friends. Now, shoo. That's what your father would want.
Yarne: I know what you're trying to do. You're pushing me away so the enemies will come after you instead!
Gaius: Ha! Like I said—do I look like a chump? Go on, scram! Finish your damned mission!
Yarne: ...A-all right, Father. I will! But you'd BETTER not die out on me!
Gaius: Heh... Trust me, kid. My species is in it for the long run.

With Gregor as his father

Yarne: F-Father?!
Gregor: Ah... Gregor's cover is blown.
Yarne: Father, it's really you! I...I…
Gregor: Ay-ay is right! *Sigh* Gregor was hoping to stay out of son's peripheral vision... But oh well. It seems family reunion was in cards.
Yarne: I can't believe you're still alive!
Gregor: Listen, Yarne. Gregor you see here is not Gregor you know. This Gregor come from whole other world to rescue you.
Yarne: Another world? Oh... Then my father really is gone. *sniff* Is that why you were avoiding me? You didn't want to confuse me?
Gregor: Maybe a little. Gregor feared you might break into snivelly taguel tears. But...is not easy on Gregor, either, seeing you in trouble like this.
Yarne: Father…
Gregor: Oy! Gregor is not your father! N-now go on, before this get any harder... Gregor will watch back and make sure no one lays hand on other Gregor's little boy.
Yarne: All right, but...can I call you "Father" anyway? You're still him to me, whether you say so or not.
Gregor: Bah! Do what you like. Just make sure you stay alive.
Yarne: All right...Father. Thanks for coming to save me. I'm glad I got to see you again.

With Libra as his father

Libra: Yarne! Thank the gods! I thought I had lost you.
Yarne: F-Father?! But how can…
Libra: I'm not your real father, Yarne. I hail from another world. When we heard you were in danger, my friends and I came to help. I'm glad you've kept yourself alive, though I don't know how you managed. The gods must love you as much as I do.
Yarne: I doubt that.
Libra: What do you mean?
Yarne: I left my friends to die back there. I doubt the gods would approve, even if it was so I could complete my mission... They ought to strike me down where I stand!
Libra: Wha—? Yarne!
Yarne: This is all wrong... I'd rather be extinct than l-lose my friends... *Sniff* *sob*
Libra: Hmph. Well, I'll tell you this. Even if the gods abandon you, you will always have me on your side. I promise you that.
Yarne: ...Really?
Libra: You didn't leave your friends to die. You honored their wishes. I think that's commendable, regardless of what the higher powers might say. And if they have a problem with that, they can take it up with me!
Yarne: ...... Thank you.
Libra: Now don't ever let me hear you say you want to be extinct again. Is that what the Libra of this world died for? I think not.
Yarne: *Sniff* You're right. I'm sorry. You and Mother gave me a second chance. I won't waste it.
Libra: Good. Now off you go, Yarne. Honor your friends by finishing your mission!
Yarne: All right. I will. Thank you, Father!

With Henry as his father

Henry: Wha—? ...Oh, hey, Yarne!
Yarne: F-Father?! ...Oh, gods, now I'm seeing ghosts…
Henry: Ghost? Nya ha ha! That's rich! But I guess it makes sense, with the whole crossing-of-worlds thing.
Yarne: The what?
Henry: See, I'm not your Henry—I'm MY Henry! I come from another world. And I can't stay very long. So in that sense, I really am kind of a ghost.
Yarne: Well, that's all right. Whatever you are, I'm glad you're here. I get to see you one last time.
Henry: One last time?
Yarne: Mm-hmm. Take a look around. This world is doomed... It's beyond saving.
Henry: Wow! Usually you're dead set against the whole extinction thing. What made you change your mind?
Yarne: I didn't change my mind! I'm saying there's no hope.
Henry: Bzzt! Wrong! There WAS no hope. Until I showed up. But now Henry the super ghost is gonna lay waste to all these Risen! And YOU'RE gonna wake up tomorrow and think this was all some weird dream.
Yarne: Stop joking around! Don't you realize how powerful they are? You can't win!
Henry: Oh, I think I can at least make a dent.
Yarne: You're going to DIE!
Henry: Ghosts don't die, silly! ...Sorry. Is this metaphor annoying?
Yarne: Yes! I don't want to lose you, so just...leave! Don't make me watch you die a second time!
Henry: Gosh, you're a lot more squeamish than I am. But I guess it's kinda sweet.
Yarne: Hmph…
Henry: It was worth dropping by just to see how great you turned out! But don't worry. I'm not about to let either one of us die. Bye for now!
Yarne: F-Father! Hey, come back! ...... Argh! What is wrong with me? Why can't I be like him? This isn't even his battle, and he's fighting twice as hard as I am! Grr... I have to be stronger. I can't give up now! I have to get these Gemstones back to Ylisstol, no matter what...

With Donnel as his father

Donnel: Yarne! Yer all right!
Yarne: Ack! F-Father? Is that you?
Donnel: Well, nice as it is to hear ya call me that, I ain't the Donny yer thinkin' of. I came here from another world.
Yarne: A-another world...? Well, either way, you're still my father, right? I'm so sorry I let you die! I never got the chance to apologize…
Donnel: Let me die? Sorry... What are ya gettin' on about now?
Yarne: You died...protecting me from the Risen…
Donnel: Oh, ya mean the other me. Hmm... Well, that ain't no good…
Yarne: You need to leave now, Father. This place is swarming with Risen! Go back to your own world where it's safe!
Donnel: No can do. I didn't come all this way to turn around now.
Yarne: But I can't lose you again! I don't want anyone else dying on my account! I'd rather be extinct than hurt like that again…
Donnel: And who says I'm gonna die?
Yarne: But it's happened before!
Donnel: That was your other pa, Yarne. But I'm here right now, and I ain't dead. Not yet. So how 'bout you consider the chance I might pull us through this?
Yarne: ......
Donnel: I ain't one to ever give up, no, sir. Not while there's still hope! Things may look grim, but we gots to make the best of it. Just like a field don't plow itself, neither does a battle win itself!
Yarne: ...Heh. Only you would say that. I remember how hard you used to work. You brought home the best carrots! Even after the world went to hell, you still kept the fields tilled. ...I guess I see your point. Maybe you really can turn this around. All right, Father. You win. Help me get back to Ylisse!
Donnel: Shucks, it'd be my pleasure!

??? (Boss)

With Robin (M)

???: Ahh! Master Grima!
Robin: Huh?
???: What are you doing out here? Please, return to the Table! It's too dangerous!
Robin: What are you talking about?
???: Huh? Wait... You're not Master Grima…
Robin: I think you have the wrong person. I'm not even from this world. I only just arrived to lend the Ylisseans what help I can.
???: You're from another world? Then that makes you... No. This is dreadful news. I must alert my master that reinforcements have arrived... But…
Robin: You seem troubled.
???: That's not your concern! Why did you tell me you're in league with the Ylisseans? Not a sound strategy, is it? What if I'm with the enemy? I could report your arrival and summon more Risen.
Robin: I suppose. The hood does make you look a bit shady. But something in my gut tells me you're no enemy of mine.
???: A tactician ought to base his judgments on more than a gut feeling.
Robin: Oh? And how did you know I was a tactician?
???: I have my ways.
Robin: You know me. Or at least you know me in this world. And based on your concern before, I can only surmise I'm someone you care about. ...Isn't that right?
???: So what if you are? You won't get me to talk, no matter how you torture me. I know where my allegiance lies. I trust that your...that his path is the correct one.
Robin: I don't know what the other me in this world is up to, but I'll tell you one thing. He's lucky to have you.
???: I...I said that's none of your concern!
Robin: You're right. I overstepped my boundaries. Here. Let me give you this as my way of apologizing.
???: What is it?
Robin: One of my favorite books. It details my basic battle strategies. Perhaps it might benefit one so obviously fond of tacticians.
???: But isn't this special to you? And more importantly, aren't you worried we'll use this against you? I could end your little crusade right here and now!
Robin: You could. But you won't.
???: What makes you so sure?!
Robin: You remind me of someone too. Someone very special to me. Again, it's a gut feeling, but I do not believe you wish me harm.
???: ......
Robin: Time is running short, and I need to go. But I'm glad we got this chance to talk.
???: Huh? Wait, where are you... ...... I already have this book. You gave it to me long ago. The notes and dog-ears are all exactly the same. ...I can't do it. I can't keep fighting. Up until now, my faith was unshakable. I was ready to kill my own friends... But I cannot strike down the kind and gentle father I once knew... Forgive me, Master Grima. I must withdraw... I remain your servant and am ready to accept any punishment you see fit.

With Robin (F)

???: Is that...Master Grima? No, it can't be. It has been ages since my master took that form... Could she be some emissary of Naga's sent from another world? That damned dragon has no right meddling with my heart. But it is too late. I cannot knowingly fight her. Forgive me, Master Grima. I must withdraw...