- Sorcha and Vidar (B):
Sorcha: OI BYRON! I WANT A REMATCH!
Vidar: ... Strong enough?
Sorcha: One way te find out. Come on! Te de Trainin' Grounds!
Vidar: ... Prepare yourself.
*cut to the Training Grounds, where both Vidar and Sorcha are spotted laid on their backs in exhaustion*
Sorcha: ... Holy shite, mate. I knew dat ye were strong, but ye laid me arse out!
Vidar: ... You... strong... too. Not many... strong... like me.
Sorcha: Ye well... gotta admit, I think why nun of de others are strong as ye... yer kinda scary te look at.
Vidar: ... Is that... good thing?
Sorcha: Eh, if de enemy's too busy pissin' demselves te try 'nd kill ye, den yea, it's a gud thin'.
Vidar: ... I see... I'm glad... that my face... makes enemy... weak... but does that... you not scared of me?
Sorcha: ... Not as much as wen I first met ye. At first, I think I gotten used te ye, but now... I think I understand ye after we beat de crap out of each other.
Vidar: ... Understand... me?
Sorcha: Dose fists of yers... they ain't anythin' like dat of a beast's or dat of a person dat's evil or cruel. ... Yer fists... feels as if yer cryin' on de inside. Ye fite... because you want te cry, but can't.
Vidar: ... Yes. ... Can't feel anything... I fight... to feel something... you feel like you fight... because you... afraid... of failing to protect... those you care... about.
Sorcha: ... Waz it dat obvious? De world's fekin' terrifiyin' and if I dun't keep up, it's not just me dat's gonna git wasted, but Selene, ye, 'nd everyone else I are feked. I can't just fite fur selfish reasons like I used te back wen I was a wee lass in Enbarr. I now gotta fight 'ard enough to protect each and everyone one of ye... because I care about ye bastards.
Vidar: ... We not weak.
Sorcha: Huh?
Vidar: ... You become... strong for us... not bad thing. ... Don't forget... we strong too... so we fight... with you... together.
Sorcha: ... Fair enough. Guess dat's just me being a worrywart, ainnit?
Vidar: ... Not a bad thing... shows that... you care.
Sorcha: Yeh well... dun't wanna come off as sum sort of sappy wee flower-pickin' lassie. Got a reputation te uphold, ye know?
*Vidar then gets up before lending Sorcha a hand*
Vidar: ... Don't bother... with reputation... Byron says... that they break... easily. Instead... choose to prove it every day... to keep... sharp.
Sorcha: ... Fair enough. Dun't wanna git fat 'nd flabby from sittin' around too long. Speakin' of...
Vidar: ... One more round?
Sorcha: Damn straight. So put em up.
Vidar: ... We make each other stronger... together.
Sorcha: Any last words before I finally lay out yer arse?
Vidar: ... Don't die.