Lucius & Serra

Level C:

SERRA:	...Sooo, you're Lucius, right?
LUCIUS:	Yes. I am indeed, Sister Serra.
SERRA:	Hunh. ...This is the first time we've spoken. Do you know why?
LUCIUS:	Why? ...No, I do not.
SERRA:	I just make it a policy not to make friends with girls who are as adorable as I am. I don't need anyone else drawing attention away from me! So stay away from me, got it? Is that all sinking in?
LUCIUS:	Y-Yes...
SERRA:	Oh, and I forgot one thing! You can't come near me, but I expect you to fully back me up as your senior cleric, all right? We serve St. Elimine, right? I mean, we're the same? Well, you're much older, but you still need to follow the code!
LUCIUS:	W-Well, yes. Of course. ...But.
SERRA:	What? Do you have some complaint?
LUCIUS:	No, no complaints... ...It's just... I'm...
SERRA:	Why do you have to be so horribly annoying! Just tell me, already!
LUCIUS:	I'm not a cleric. I'm a monk, so... So......
SERRA:	A M-Monk!?
LUCIUS:	Yes...
SERRA:	But...to be a monk, don't you have to... be a... Well...a guy?
LUCIUS:	Yes. Yes, you do.

Level B:

SERRA:	...Hahhh. Was it some kind of dream? I refuse to believe that such a beautiful man could exist... And that I would meet him! ...I feel dizzy!
LUCIUS:	I...beg your pardon. Is now a bad time?
SERRA:	Oh!!
LUCIUS:	I need to ask you, did I...do something to disturb you?
SERRA:	...N-No! I mean...not at all...
LUCIUS:	Really? Oh, good. Because you got so quiet all of a sudden... I was worried...
SERRA:	......... Entrancing... What beautiful eyes...
LUCIUS:	...Sister Serra?
SERRA:	Serra... Serra... He said my name! ...Oh, Elimine preserve me! Even his voice is... beautiful!
LUCIUS:	Umm...
SERRA:	Oh, what should I do? Oh! I know! I should pray! Saint Elimine, praise be your graces!!
LUCIUS:	...Umm...

Level A:

SERRA:	Lord Lucius?
LUCIUS:	Yes, child, what is it?
SERRA:	I was wondering where you're...umm...from?
LUCIUS:	I was born in Etruria.
SERRA:	I knew it! That gorgeous blonde hair! Where else would you be from?
LUCIUS:	...Not all Etrurians have blonde hair...
SERRA:	Oh, it was just a guess. Don't take it so seriously. And what rank is your family at court? Barons? Viscounts, perhaps? Counts, even!? Oh, if they were dukes, I would just die!
LUCIUS:	......Serra. I am...a commoner.
SERRA:	...What? No way!
LUCIUS:	My father was a soldier for hire. He died...when I was three.
SERRA:	Ohh... Then... How did you live?
LUCIUS:	My mother died shortly after of a wasting sickness. When she breathed her last... they took me in at the orphanage, where I spent several years...
SERRA:	In an orphanage...
LUCIUS:	...I-I'm sorry... I am certainly not what you expected at all...
SERRA:	... ... ... ... ...
LUCIUS:	Si-Sister Serra? Why are you crying so?
SERRA:	...No... You don't understand... I... I... I was raised in a convent.
LUCIUS:	Oh...
SERRA:	...Like you... I grew up... ...in a strange...sad place... ......I understand... what it was like... ...
LUCIUS:	You are very kind...
SERRA:	... ... ...
LUCIUS:	Serra? Surely, we two, who have suffered so much, were meant to meet, destined by Saint Elimine. I am grateful to her for bringing you...to my side.
SERRA:	Ohh, Lucius, I, too, am grateful...