- Vidar and Topaz (B):
Vidar: ... What?
Topaz: The others. They've been staring at us.
*around the two, other students were looking at them as if a fight is about to happen*
Vidar: ... What is their... problem?
Topaz: Their eyes indicate fear. Why would they? Even if we were to fight, they're not to be harmed.
Male Black Eagles Student: No, you two are just terrifying beyond rational measures!
Female Blue Lions Student: Have you two looked in the mirror lately?! You two look like ghost stories come to life!
Male Golden Deer Student: Seriously, are all folk from your part of Almyra this short yet terrifying? Like... you look like a goblin the way you're so small let so... deadly...
Vidar: ... Vidar deadly. Vidar strong... strong to protect friends.
Topaz: Is Fodlan so closed off to treat those not from the popular sphere of influence akin to a circus? My point being, please, carry on with your days. You're not even a concern to us, let alone we should be a concern of you.
Vidar: Vidar... don't attack... weak... until... they attack first...
Male Golden Deer Student: ... Fine. Have it your way. But seriously. Who covers their faces unless they're planning to get away with murder?
Vidar: Can Vidar... show face... to prove?
Topaz: No need to listen to them-
Female Blue Lion Student: Go on! Unmask yourself!
*the female Blue Lion Student strips Vidar of his bandages, causing her to scream in terror before fainting*
Male Black Eagles Student: OH GODS, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?! WHERE IS YOUR FACE?!
Topaz: I tried to warn you all. But no. Apparently, Fodlanese are walking paradoxes.
Male Golden Deer Student: Pardon?!
Topaz: You claim to be open minded to know what the other is, yet you immediately reject those who do not fit in your expectations of what is classified as normal around here. You preach benevolence and acceptance, yet all I see is disgust and terror on your faces. You're all thinking that he's a monster for simply not having a face. Then tell me, fellow peer of meat and bone...
*Topaz unveils herself, revealing her tanned, childlike face that looked like that of a child's*
Topaz: How do you know if "Topaz" is my real name? Let alone, assume I have a name in the first place?
*the three students all run off elsewhere, leaving Vidar and Topaz alone*
Vidar: ... You... not have name?
Topaz: The Hassashin are not born with names, for we are merely instruments of Death to the unrighteous.
Vidar: ... When... all... over... can... I... give you... name? Like... Byron... did?
Topaz: Hmph. I'll consider it.