- My apologies, Felix. Am I getting in the way of
[cdb]your work?
- No, I just finished up. What do you need?
- I picked this up on the training grounds. I think it
[cdb]might be yours.
- Hey, that's my brother's spur. I thought I'd lost it.
- I ran around asking all the knights who it belonged
[cdb]to. The royal crest made it seem...important.
- You really should take better care of it. Didn't Glenn
[cdb]receive this as a gift from the late king?
- Yep.
- Don't shrug me off like that!
- I am surprised. You never struck me as the type to
[cdb]keep such a memento with you.
- Guess I thought it might come in handy someday.
- Whatever you say. Just make sure you don't misplace
[cdb]it again.
- Ingrid...wait.
- Yes?
- You should have it.
- Excuse me?
- Absolutely not. I could never accept something
[cdb]so precious.
- When my brother was appointed by the king,
[cdb]who do you think he told first?
- It wasn't me or my father—it was you. So take it.
- But I...
- If you want the truth, I always planned to give it to
[cdb]you anyway. I just never found the right time.
- Well, if you insist...then I accept. Thank you, Felix.
- But don't get the wrong idea.
- I'm not doing this so you can go drown yourself
[cdb]in grief.
- Oh, I am very much aware. I know full well how
[cdb]much you detest such displays of sentimentality.
- I should get going. I have a meeting to attend.
Farewell, Felix.