| 1 | bf11550130_0003 | 82 | Malos aims for the seal...? |
| 2 | bf11550130_0004 | 82 | Yes. He draws ever closer to the capital. |
| 3 | bf11550130_0005 | 82 | Leaving destruction in his wake. |
| 4 | bf11550130_0007 | 82 | Our path here was littered with
the wounds of his procession, my Lord. |
| 5 | bf11550130_0009 | 82 | So the Quaestor's report was true. |
| 6 | bf11550130_0010 | 82 | Noble Hugo. |
| 7 | bf11550130_0020 | 82 | At this time of grave peril,
you have afforded us your trusty aid. |
| 8 | bf11550130_0030 | 82 | Your due will be our eternal thanks. |
| 9 | bf11550130_0040 | 82 | I'm scarcely worthy of it, Your Majesty. |
| 10 | bf11550130_0050 | 82 | As the Titans breathe, I merely followed Prince Addam
against the peril we face. |
| 11 | bf11550130_0060 | 82 | In truth, it is to him that your kind praise is due. |
| 12 | bf11550130_0070 | 82 | Ah, the trust of the dread Ardainian throne... |
| 13 | bf11550130_0072 | 82 | 'Tis a much valued gift to our young scion
of Aletta. Mark it well. |
| 14 | bf11550130_0080 | 82 | It gladdens me. |
| 15 | bf11550130_0090 | 82 | Your most noble honors pierce
my unworthy heart, my Lord. |
| 16 | bf11550130_0100 | 82 | Begging your pardon, Lord... Would that honor were
the only currency in this grave business. |
| 17 | bf11550130_0110 | 82 | An armed band transgressed the sacred
boundaries of the capital, without regal assent. |
| 18 | bf11550130_0120 | 82 | The act merits bitter punishment! |
| 19 | bf11550130_0130 | 82 | Suppose you that our soldiers can subdue Malos alone? |
| 20 | bf11550130_0132 | 82 | I...I don't... |
| 21 | bf11550130_0134 | 82 | Indeed... |
| 22 | bf11550130_0136 | 82 | The army of resistance fearlessly dashes to our nation's aid. |
| 23 | bf11550130_0138 | 82 | They tremble not in the face of the mightiest of foes.
To punish them is unthinkable. |
| 24 | bf11550130_0140 | 82 | Yes...but... |
| 25 | bf11550130_0150 | 82 | Zettar. What does not bend, only breaks. |
| 26 | bf11550130_0160 | 82 | We must suffer to Addam his just bounty. |
| 27 | bf11550130_0162 | 82 | I hereby enfeoff you, as Lord of Heblin. |
| 28 | bf11550130_0170 | 82 | This is too much for me, my Lord. |
| 29 | bf11550130_0180 | 82 | First, I must busy myself with the command
of the resistance force. |
| 30 | bf11550130_0190 | 82 | We can't allow Malos to take the seal. |
| 31 | bf11550130_0200 | 82 | I'd be much obliged if you could grant permission for
the resistance to move freely within your lands, Lord. |
| 32 | bf11550130_0210 | 82 | As you wish.
Brave soldiers of Torna! Hear your king! |
| 33 | bf11550130_0220 | 82 | Our country must make its own sacrifice
to halt the terrible power of the Aegis! |
| 34 | bf11550130_0230 | 82 | Indol too, pledges its flesh and blood to the cause. |
| 35 | bf11550130_0240 | 82 | I humbly confess that it was my own lack of foresight
which brought us to this pass. |
| 36 | bf11550130_0250 | 82 | My brother. |
| 37 | bf11550130_0260 | 82 | Or rather, my Lord. What is your aim?
Why give Heblin to Addam? |
| 38 | bf11550130_0270 | 82 | He has declined our offer.
Perhaps our good wishes suffice. |
| 39 | bf11550130_0280 | 82 | Yet still, he holds all the power! |
| 40 | bf11550130_0290 | 82 | He makes allies of foreign lords without permission,
and gathers together a fighting force... |
| 41 | bf11550130_0300 | 82 | [ML:undisp ]... |
| 42 | bf11550130_0310 | 82 | Zettar, my brother.
Hear me well. |
| 43 | bf11550130_0320 | 82 | This sickened world rests heavy upon my crown.
I fear, too heavy for my mortal neck. |
| 44 | bf11550130_0330 | 82 | Ma-Majesty! |
| 45 | bf11550130_0340 | 82 | And this disorderly throne... |
| 46 | bf11550130_0350 | 82 | ...is more apt for one such as Addam. |
| 47 | bf11550130_0360 | 82 | Brother! You mean to set my birthright
on the caitiff's shoulders?! |