Jolteon: Leo, do you have a moment? I wish to speak with you about the last war meeting. Leafeon: The war meeting? Whatever about? Jolteon: I saw you raise your hand as if you were about to give your opinion on something. But then you lowered it without a word. Leafeon: Ah. Well... That was... Jolteon: If you take issue with what I'm proposing, you should not hesitate to speak up. You are a prince of Nohr, Leo. It is your royal duty to do so. Leafeon: I suppose... though there would have been no point in speaking up Jolteon: How so? Leafeon: *sigh* Because you're the crown prince, Xander. You alone decide what we do. And with the great Xander at the helm, my ideas are like those of a child. So what's the point of speaking up? Jolteon: What's the point in remaining silent? If I was in your shoes, I would... Leafeon: That's just it, Xander! I'm NOT you! Jolteon: ! Leafeon: I'm sorry, Brother, please, forgive me for my outburst. I beg of you to let this go. It is my fault, as ever. I promise to make you proud next time. Jolteon: Leo...