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Malos aims for the seal...? |
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Yes. He draws ever closer to the capital. |
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Leaving destruction in his wake. |
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Our path here was littered with
the wounds of his procession, my Lord. |
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So the Quaestor's report was true. |
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Noble Hugo. |
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At this time of grave peril,
you have afforded us your trusty aid. |
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Your due will be our eternal thanks. |
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I'm scarcely worthy of it, Your Majesty. |
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As the Titans breathe, I merely followed Prince Addam
against the peril we face. |
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In truth, it is to him that your kind praise is due. |
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Ah, the trust of the dread Ardainian throne... |
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'Tis a much valued gift to our young scion
of Aletta. Mark it well. |
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It gladdens me. |
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Your most noble honors pierce
my unworthy heart, my Lord. |
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Begging your pardon, Lord... Would that honor were
the only currency in this grave business. |
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An armed band transgressed the sacred
boundaries of the capital, without regal assent. |
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The act merits bitter punishment! |
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Suppose you that our soldiers can subdue Malos alone? |
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I...I don't... |
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Indeed... |
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The army of resistance fearlessly dashes to our nation's aid. |
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They tremble not in the face of the mightiest of foes.
To punish them is unthinkable. |
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Yes...but... |
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Zettar. What does not bend, only breaks. |
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We must suffer to Addam his just bounty. |
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I hereby enfeoff you, as Lord of Heblin. |
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This is too much for me, my Lord. |
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First, I must busy myself with the command
of the resistance force. |
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We can't allow Malos to take the seal. |
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I'd be much obliged if you could grant permission for
the resistance to move freely within your lands, Lord. |
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As you wish.
Brave soldiers of Torna! Hear your king! |
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Our country must make its own sacrifice
to halt the terrible power of the Aegis! |
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Indol too, pledges its flesh and blood to the cause. |
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I humbly confess that it was my own lack of foresight
which brought us to this pass. |
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My brother. |
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Or rather, my Lord. What is your aim?
Why give Heblin to Addam? |
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He has declined our offer.
Perhaps our good wishes suffice. |
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Yet still, he holds all the power! |
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He makes allies of foreign lords without permission,
and gathers together a fighting force... |
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[ML:undisp ]... |
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Zettar, my brother.
Hear me well. |
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This sickened world rests heavy upon my crown.
I fear, too heavy for my mortal neck. |
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Ma-Majesty! |
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And this disorderly throne... |
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...is more apt for one such as Addam. |
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Brother! You mean to set my birthright
on the caitiff's shoulders?! |