- Vidar and Cyrus (B):
Vidar: *happily humming while riding atop of Darius while Cyrus is walking by his side, holding the latter's bridle*
Cyrus: Wow. Like, I cannot believe what am I seeing right now. This is like, the first time I saw Darius willingly let someone other than me ride on his back. Hell, first I rode on him when I was a kid, he tried to buck me off constantly!
Vidar: ... Vidar... strong. Darius... also strong. Both know... we agree... that much.
Cyrus: ... You know, when you put it that way, it kinda makes me look stupid worrying about you.
Vidar: ... Fear... is natural... when unknown... exists. ... Also... I am also... afraid... before I... tried on... riding horse.
Cyrus: Speaking from experience?
Vidar: ... Knights of Faerghus... not heroes to me... or Byron. ... Just better armed... bandits... with stronger homes.
Cyrus: Well, at the end of the day, when all chips are down, might makes right. But really, you're in a good place, all things considered. If strength was a currency, Vidar, you'd be a king of your own nation.
Vidar: ... You strong too... you wish... to be king?
Cyrus: Eh... not really. I mean, I only became strong for the sake of my folks back at Battu. I mean, if they elect me as Kahn, then I'll do the job, but I'm not exactly gunning for it. I'm perfectly content raiding local settlements, taking their women and children and putting their men and elderly to the sword. My people's lives are my sole priority. You guys happened to count by association.
Vidar: ... Vidar also strong... because for someone else.
Cyrus: Byron?
Vidar: ... Vidar can be king... but what king be like... when alone... and cold?
Cyrus: ... Yeesh, that's a fate worse than death. Rest assured, as long as I live, I will not abandon any of you. None of us shall be alone, whether we die of old age or by another's sword.
Vidar: ... Promise?
Cyrus: *bites his thumb to let out blood* A blood oath to our camaraderie.