- Selene and Sorcha (C)

Sorcha: So, how ye holding up?

Selene: ... Bloody awful, that's what. People around the marketplace and halls alike givin' me strange looks. Some say that I look weird with me tattoo on me.

Sorcha: To hell with em. Fodlan's culture ain't have to do with us. We're Brigidian folk. They're Fodlan folk. Of course we ain't gonna look in the same direction.

Selene: ... I've been thinking. Wouldn't be easier when people can see... common ground?

Sorcha: Nah, everyone keep them to themselves. Better keep each other from stepping on each others' toes, but those cucks think that our toes are worth stepping like dog shite. What's in there waters to make em think that way?

Selene: I tried asking why. One of them just stated because we're not Princess Petra Macneary.

Sorcha: ... Bloody bitch sold us out. She's lapping up the Adrestrian taint like a damn dog.

Selene: I mean... it's easy to think of that, but if that were the case, wouldn't we be rotting behind bars at Embarr?

Sorcha: Bloody ell', I don't wanna think about this anymore... Fodlan doesn't want us, and giving them a bloody nose seemed like the right thing to do after taking our lands, so why do we have to like em and play by their rules?

Selene: ... I think it's because they're more of them than us. They feel safer, so that's why they look down at us, and maybe thinks that we should join them.

Sorcha: ... Ye not thinking of joining them, aren't ye?"

Selene: Of course not! Those bawbags can choke on it for all I care, but even I know how to control meself.

Sorcha: ... Well, if someone tries to hurt ye like those bastards back then, I'll gut em where they stand. No matter what, I ain't letting Fodlan grinding us down, ye hear?

Selene: ... I'll hold ye to that. But no matter what, I'll find a way for people to accept us. At least no more toes will have to be stepped on from there.