Lucius & Renault

Level C:

RENAULT:	My goodness...
LUCIUS:	Y-Yes?
RENAULT:	Your face...you don't look so well. Are you hurt? Let me take a look.
LUCIUS:	No...please don't. I have a...condition... This is just a...passing attack. It will soon...disappear...
RENAULT:	What is this illness? Should you even be fighting?
LUCIUS:	My bishop told me that it was a sickness of the soul... But it's gotten much better.
RENAULT:	Of the...soul?
LUCIUS:	Yes... I offer relief to those who hurt inside, and yet, I, too, am...afflicted... I strive daily to overcome this curse... ...but still I am weak.
RENAULT:	Sicknesses of the soul are the most difficult to heal... ...But please do not blame yourself for this... Doing so could even aggravate your condition...
LUCIUS:	Th-Thank you. ...Your words...have brought me some peace.
RENAULT:	So...what is your name?
LUCIUS:	It is Lucius.
RENAULT:	Lucius? I am...
LUCIUS:	I know. You are...Bishop Renault, are you not?

Level B:

RENAULT:	Lucius?
LUCIUS:	Yes? Ah, Your Excellency!
RENAULT:	You look much better. Have you...recovered some?
LUCIUS:	Yes. I took your words to heart, so to speak... Thank you.
RENAULT:	Ah, good. Then you will overcome it in no time.
LUCIUS:	...How I wish that I could...
RENAULT:	You said the blemish lies on your soul? Speak of it to me, son.
LUCIUS:	I... I grew up in an orphanage... and I faced much grief in that place... Poverty and despair can eat one's very soul... There was one teacher there who was particularly cruel to me... Even now... I pray that this evil man might be led away from darkness...
RENAULT:	I see... ...and were you there from birth?
LUCIUS:	No, Your Excellency. ...I remember living with my mother and father until the age of three.
RENAULT:	And why did you go to the orphanage?
LUCIUS:	Our house...was invaded by a thief. My father was a famous mercenary, but the man was too strong. I saw my father fall before me. I recall it sometimes, even now... The eyes of the thief who killed him. ...Like terrible dark stones set in his hate-filled face...... All he left behind was this dagger protruding from my father's chest.
RENAULT:	Ah!!
LUCIUS:	After my father's death, my mother fell ill... ...I was alone. In a cruel twist, this dagger is all I have of my father... ...Bishop Renault? What is it!? Your face is bright red!
RENAULT:	Excuse me...
LUCIUS:	Of course...

Level A:

LUCIUS:	Bishop Renault...?
RENAULT:	Lucius.
LUCIUS:	...Did I do something? Something...to...to... Have I angered you? If that were so... I would truly... Please... Forgive me......
RENAULT:	Lucius! ...Control yourself!
LUCIUS:	Yes... I am...sorry.
RENAULT:	Ah, your affliction... ...Forgive me...
LUCIUS:	...Bishop Renault... Why should you...apologize? This scourge upon my soul... It is my own doing...
RENAULT:	Do not speak... It will exhaust you.
LUCIUS:	...Ah... Sorry... ... ...
RENAULT:	...He is asleep... ............ Forgive me, son. In those days... I only thought of myself... I trespassed against many in my singular drive to regain the friend I lost...and to satiate my own...monstrous greed. I even sacrificed... the lives of others... Forgive me... Please...forgive...me...
LUCIUS:	I forgive you...
RENAULT:	You--
LUCIUS:	I forgive you.
RENAULT:	But you... You cannot know the evil I have wrought... I did it! I killed your father...
LUCIUS:	Even so, I fell your grief, and it feels like my own...
RENAULT:	Lucius...