Leafeon: Camilla, do you have a moment? Espeon: Of course, Leo. How may I help you? Leafeon: Well, I've discovered an interesting tome in the archive... But I'm having a hard time decoding some of the inscriptions. I was wondering if you could take a look. Espeon: Leo, if you can't make sense of them, what makes you think I'll have a chance? You were always the brighter student, remember? Leafeon: I wouldn't say that. I mean— Espeon: Please, spare me. You've always been the talented little brother. Even when you were a child, I was learning from you, and not the other way around. Leafeon: ... Espeon: What's the matter? Is it something I said? Leafeon: No, it's nothing. Don't worry about it. Espeon: Please, don't feel bad. I'm proud to have a brother as smart as you. Leafeon: Sometimes I wish I weren't so "talented." Then maybe you'd pay more attention to me... Espeon: Sorry, you're mumbling a bit, dear. I didn't quite catch that. Leafeon: It's nothing. Forget it. No, wait, Camilla. I do have something to say. Listen well. I'm going to use this war as an opportunity to prove myself to you and everyone else. I just ask that you pay attention. Espeon: Of course. But you have nothing to prove! I believe in you one hundred percent. Leafeon: Then I shall reach for one hundred and fifty.