- Cyrus and Sorcha (B)

Sorcha: ... Bloody 'ell mate. Just how much do you have left in ye?

Cyrus: Right back... at you... not bad.

Sorcha: Oh please, I killed more bandits than you just did.

Cyrus: THAT LAST ONE DIDN'T COUNT AND YOU KNOW IT!

Sorcha: Because I fed 'im to his own doggo?

Cyrus: "Weapons only," you said. Cheater.

Sorcha: Well yer horsey killed more bandits 'den ye did with yer spear!

Cyrus: Dairus is a part of me, so he counts!

Sorcha: Says de loser.

Cyrus: Shut up!

*two growl at each other before mutually relenting*

Sorcha: ... Fughettaboutit. Dis ain't fun anymore.

Cyrus: Yeah. Why did we try and prove which one of use are better when we're already better than the others?

Sorcha: I dunno. Just wanna know how strong you were. Bit of dick move on me part.

Cyrus: So... we killed these bandits for nothing?

Sorcha: Eh, no one's complaining.

Cyrus: Fodlan's weird how it treats its dead. I mean, who cares who they are? Put em in the same hole for all I care!

Sorcha: So will anyone care about us if we die?

Cyrus: Let's worry about that after we're dead, alright?