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[C SUPPORT, before attacking castle Renvall.]
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Ephraim: How's your wound now, Orson?
Orson: it's healing slowly, but it won't hold me back.
Ephraim:...
Orson: what?
I hope you don't feel guilty over my wound, I was doing my job.
Ephraim: on the contrary actually, I think you did well as a knight protecting their liege, it pains me that I couldn't reward you with such a sacrifice.
Orson: I already got mine.
Ephraim:...
Orson: serving you, I mean.
Ephraim (closes his eyes): Orson... I think it's not a good idea for you to join us in the fight.
Orson: is that's your idea of a reward?
Ephraim: No, you've been underperforming for a while.
Orson:...really?
Since when you notice?
Ephraim: a few months ago, I think__
Orson (pushed him):..
Ephraim (eyes wide): Orson!
Orson: You don't know when to quit, and when to speak, don't you?
Ephraim: what the meaning of this?!
Orson: I have no answer, I resign.
Ephraim: wha__ what!?
Orson: I hate you... with every fiber of my being, you__
You and Renais, you kept me away from her, I, under your thumbs l__
She was wasted away!
Monica__
Ephraim, (knocks him out he fell unconscious):...don't attack Renvall with small forces, noted.
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[B SUPPORT. After Ephraim and his knights, escape with Orson unconscious body from the way of castle Renvall, he noticed Grado's wyvern knights were flying over them, he figured out that it was a trap, so he lay low to meet up with his sister. By this time, Orson waken up, but he had been acting strange, talk a little to no words, distant, slowly getting sick. Sometimes, spending his time whittling woods that he almost cut his fingers, And throwing his life around. That Ephraim took it upon himself to take care of him. On both Kyle and Forde distaste, later, they met Myrrh, then got attacked from a bunch of the undead on their way, between them was Monica's body -Orson's wife-.]
Orson: what's the meaning of this?!
Ephraim: Good to see you again, I need your help with__
Orson: I'm having none of that!
Ephraim (blinks): did I do something wrong?
Orson (gritted his teeth): for you to do it again?
Ephraim: you mean knocking you out whenever I find you annoying?
Orson (puts his hand over his head): that's my least concern. You__
You took another damage on my behalf.
Ephraim: You didn't seems like you were about to avoid the upcoming arrow.
Orson (pulled his vest): listen to me carefully, what I do with my life is none of your damn concern.
Ephraim: lucky you, I'm more than forgiving over your transgressions.
Orson (in a mocking tone): Your kindness besieged me. My life is blessed serving under your sun, you're blinding that I couldn't see all my mistakes, because you're so forgiving that I have none.
Ephraim (smiles): But you really have none.
Orson: Cut the lies, prince. You know exactly what I've done.
Ephraim: I know seeing the reanimated corpse of your wife in the battlefield was too much for you to process. It was a terrible thing that someone dug her grave, then control her to kill us with the other reanimated corpses.
Orson (his eyes darken): You killed her.
Ephraim: She put a sword on your throat.
Orson: You shouldn't get between me and her, you should have left her to do whatever she wants.
Ephraim: sure, your wife would prefer to cut and dissect her beloved husband.
Orson:...
Ephraim: I know of what you've done, Orson. You almost sold us to Grado in exchange for your wife, but this thing isn't alive anymore and you know it.
Orson (gritted his teeth): She was. She called me, and you__ you sliced her throat, you burned her body, she became nothing but dust, you took her away. Again, Renais took her again from me, I hate you, I hate this damn land, I hate...
Ephraim (closed his eyes): here we go...
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[A SUPPORT. Happened after Lyon breaks the sacred stone of Renais, Ephraim lost his faith within himself, and all his friends, if even Lyon, his best friend betrayed him, then how can he trust anyone?
While either Tana or L'Arachel were able to regain some of his composure, but not fully.]
Ephraim (sits down, sighing):...
Orson (walks from behind Ephraim.):...
Ephraim: Are you here to stab my back?
How typical of you, Orson.
Orson: Your back was stabbed for me till there's no hole left for my blade to pierce.
Ephraim (bitterly laughs): You can slice my head if you want. Orson: what's with you?
Ephraim: it doesn't matter, nothing else's matter.
Orson: You're unlike yourself.
Ephraim: Myself, that was selfish to leave his family and kingdom behind to follow a personal pursuit?
Myself, that wasn't aware of all the pain his best friend was in?
Myself, that ignores all the signs of you breaking each and everyday to just play a hero?
Do you really want "myself" back?
Orson: No, I detest this version of you, what I want is the man that spent his time asking about the welfare of his both armies, trying to provide shelter, food and emotional support. The man who no longer headfirst with no planning. The man who became too observant that he notice when something feels off. The man who'll go all his way to take responsibility over his desire to run. The man who's unlike me, ready to let go of anyone once they're fully gone.
Ephraim: I couldn't let go of you, Orson.
Orson: You knock some sense in me. That I'm not fully gone, But, to some extent you wished if you did.
Ephraim (laughs):... tell me, what are you hiding behind your back? A daggar or poisonous flower?
Orson: do you wish to die, "king" Ephraim?
Ephraim: Do you wish to die, "sir" Orson?
Because if you called me king again I will__
What the__
Orson: a wooden crown.
Ephraim (blinks, then takes it): oh, thank you...
The design is intricate, so many suns and flowers... it's beautiful...
Orson: I know, you'd rather dying more than wearing your father crown, I thought...
I don't know, what I thought... I made it on a whim, if you don't like it, I can__
Ephraim (wears the crown): it is my size...
How do I look like?
Orson (eyes wide as the sun fall over Ephraim): almost, blinding.