We must hurry, Your Majesty. The others have
[cdb]already withdrawn.
I know... I know.
Forgive me, Ingrid. It saddens me beyond measure
[cdb]to leave you here.
Forgive me, my friends. It pains me beyond measure
[cdb]to leave you here.
The blame is mine, Your Majesty. I should've taken
[cdb]guard of the rear.
Then I would only be mourning your death instead.
The decision was mine, as is the failure. Every death
[cdb]this day rests on my shoulders.
Your Majesty, please.
She deserved so much happiness. Even after losing
[cdb]her betrothed, she faced life with strength and vigor,
[cdb]only to face the agony of death once more.
It should have been me who died.
How can I ever atone to Count Galatea? To Glenn?
Please don't torment yourself.
Mercedes fought because she loved our people.
She wanted to protect you and them both.
Not just her, but...
Ingrid chose to be there. And she did so for you.
Do not take that from her.
Do not take that from them.
...
In the name of this magic lance, I swear I will defend
Faerghus.
So rest now. I will return for you when you
[cdb]are avenged.