Scenario:Lancelot - An Unyielding Spirit

An Unyielding Spirit

Lancelot blames himself for the disaster that befell the capital, and Percival calls him a coward to try to rouse him up. Lancelot reflects on how the two brothers-in-arms became rivals, and being back with Percival seems to make him feel better.

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After rescuing Lancelot from the capital, (Captain) and company take shelter in a small village.

Lancelot hangs back in the room alone, a sour look on his face.

Lancelot: Humph.

Percival shows up with the rest of the crew in tow.

Percival: Have you calmed down a bit, Lancelot?

Lancelot: Percival...

Percival: What's with the long face?

Lancelot: It's my fault that disaster befell the capital. Am I supposed to look happy at a time like this?

Percival: But your crying is hardly going to bring the city back to life now, is it?

Lancelot: I know... I know that. But still...

Vyrn: Come on now, Lancelot. You can't blame yourself for what happened.

The dejected Lancelot looks anxiously toward Percival.

Percival: Tch. I was only gone a short while, and you've turned into a complete coward.

Lancelot: ...

Percival: Humph... If this is how you end, then this is how I'll remember you.

Percival: But don't worry. I'll take care of all the big boy work. You stay here and play with that blockhead of a vice-captain.

Percival makes to leave the room.

Lancelot: Watch your tongue, Percival.

Lancelot: Say what you will about me, but leave Vane out of this.

Percival: Or else what? Are you gonna make me shut up?

Lancelot: If I must.

The crew rushes in to try and defuse the explosive situation.

Percival: Ha. I'd like to see you try.

Lancelot: What?

Percival: But winning against the pitiful husk of a man you are right now wouldn't mean anything.

Percival: Once the dust has settled, we can settle our business.

Lancelot: Percival, you...

Percival: If you're hearing me at all, rest up at least until we leave. I don't want you getting in the way.

Percival leaves the room.

Vyrn: Why can't you guys just say what you want to say?

Lyria: What did he mean by our business?

Lancelot speaks up, breaking the silence that has fallen over the crew.

Lancelot: It goes back to the days before Percival left us.

Lancelot: Back then we were co-vice-captains of the Order of the Black Dragons, fighting for the position of captain.

Lancelot: But then... Well, you all know what happened next.

Vyrn: Oh, you mean when the old king got... um... his early retirement.

Lancelot: Yes. That's what triggered it.

Lancelot: I chose to fight for my country, and he chose to fight for his ideals.

Lancelot: The day he left, we... We challenged each other—and each other's ideals—to a secret duel.

Lyria: So when Percival said our business, he meant...

Lancelot: I suspect that he meant finishing that duel from all those years ago. I'll admit neither of us expected it to end in a draw.

Lancelot stares at the tips of his swords.

Lancelot: But, however much he gets on my nerves, it's not like I hate the man.

Lyria: Hee-hee. Yeah. I guess you might say he's genuine, sort of like a gentle flame.

Lancelot smiles as he recalls something.

Lancelot: That's right. Did he ask you to become his vassal, (Captain)?

Vyrn: Wow, I guess he really does say that to everybody...

Lancelot: Ha-ha, so he did? He only asks people who he deeply respects, you know.

Lancelot suddenly shifts to looking far more serious.

Lancelot: (Captain). I want to thank you for reuniting me with him.

Lyria: Don't mention it. We're just happy to be back here again!

Vyrn: Heheh, it was nothing! C'mon, where's that smile of yours?

Lancelot: Thank you. Talking to you guys somehow makes me feel a bit better.

Lancelot: Now, as much as it pains me to say that he is right, we do need to get some rest. Tomorrow's a big day.

(Captain) and company rest up in preparation for the next day.

Thanks to the kindness of his friends, Lancelot finally seems to be on the mend.