- 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?