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[golden_age_king]

Algus.

Pray tell, ser, why my sister was weeping upon my return? I've not seen such pain from her since our parents...

...Before I leap to hasty conclusions, I would hear what happened from your own mouth. Explain yourself. Now.

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[After the fight]

[trueivalicehero]

Worried, Ramza had come looking for his friend.

"Delita? Are you well?"

[golden_age_king]

[Staring out at the fields a la icon]

...You don't believe what Algus said, did you? About... Teta and I being less than you?

[trueivalicehero]

Think of such things no more, Delita! Algus is wrong!

[golden_age_king]

I had not thought you one like to fall prey to such folly, Ramza.

...Thank you.

[trueivalicehero]

You are as my brother, Delita. I'd never fall prey to such falsities.

[golden_age_king]

[Delita bends down and plucks a blade of grass]

Heh... Do you remember when your father taught us to make a whistle of a blade of grass?

[trueivalicehero]

[Ramza nods, also plucking a blade of grass]

[golden_age_king]

I wonder if he would be proud of us... What we're doing. Is this what he wanted for Agni Rastra? I worry...

Perhaps it doesn't matter.

[Having finished rolling up the blade, Delita softly blows into it, producing a thin, reedy whistle]

[trueivalicehero]

I find myself wondering sometimes, but, I feel he would have wanted me to aid Lady Azula as best I can.

[Ramza does the same, also producing a whistle, albeit with a slightly different tone]

[golden_age_king]

...I pray you are right, Ramza.

[The sun sets.]