It was a cold, rainy night. Sully had been searching the whole camp for her friend Flavia. She wasn't in her tent, nor the barracks, nor the weapons shop. She was just about to give up until she remembered that there was one place she hadn't looked: the dining hall. Sully walked up to the entrance and pulled back the tent flap. Sure enough, there she found Flavia, laying face down on the table with a pint of ale in her hand. Sully went up to the ale tap and poured herself a mug, then sat down next to Flavia. She gently shook her a bit. "Flavia. Flavia!" "Hmn?" Flavia awoke and lifted up her head. She had dark circles under her eyes, which had become ruddy red. "Oh, it's you. Hey, Sully," said Flavia in a hoarse, gravelly voice. "How many of these have you even been drinkin'?" asked Sully. "Ummm, I think...five, maybe? I don't know...I didn't bother counting." "Damn, that's way too many! I think now's about time you stop." "Really, Sully, I'm fine." "'Fine' my ass! Something's up, and I ain't leaving until you spit it out!"
Flavia averted her eyes and started muttering to herself. "That oaf. That damn, stupid, stubborn oaf! Had to be thickheaded to the very end!" She pounded her fist onto the table, then collapsed upon herself. Sully finally understood. Earlier that day, Flavia and Basilio had set off to face Walhart the Conqueror, a monstrous man known to smite his foes with just one strike. They fought as hard as they could, but only managed to dent Walhart's armor. But as for Basilio... he wasn't so lucky. The last time Flavia and Basilio saw each other, Basilio gave her the red jewel of the Shield of Seals, Gules, to be brought over to Chrom and told her to run away as fast as she could. Though it went against everything she stood for, Flavia ran, never looking back.
Sully looked over to her grieving friend with sympathy. "I suppose I too would be distraught if I had lost one of my comrades on the battlefield." Flavia looked to Sully with tear-filled eyes. "He was so much more than just a comrade, Sully. We'd known each other for fifteen years. I saw him as a worthy opponent, a hero, a best friend." Flavia sighed. "But most off all-" "You loved him, didn't you?" said Sully, finishing her thought. Flavia paused for a moment, then nodded. "Yes," she replied tearfully, "I really, really loved him. I just didn't have the guts to tell him, but now...I'll never have the chance." Flavia finally let go of her pride and had herself a good long cry, all while Sully sat there next to her with her arm around Flavia's shoulder.
After several minutes had passed, Sully broke the silence. "Well, Basilio may be gone, but his memory sure as hell ain't! As long as we keep it with us, he'll give us the strength to keep on fighting!" Sully lifted up her mug of ale for a toast. "To Basilio, a true warrior to the very end!" Flavia smiled a bit and did the same with her own half-empty mug. "To Basilio. I hope I get to confess my feelings for you in another life." The two women took a big gulp from their pints. "Hey, are you sure you'll be alright finishing that off?" "It's just half a mug, no big deal." "Fine, just don't expect me to drag your unconscious ass back to your tent if you pass out." "Hehe, you know you're gonna do it anyway." "You got me, you got me."