Brady: *Huff* *pant*
Morgan: Brady, are you all right?
Brady: Oh, it's...you... G-Go away... *pant*
Morgan: Just finished group maneuvers, eh? You look and sound exhausted.
Brady: I'm f-fine!
Morgan: I dunno. You look pretty pale.
Brady: I s-said I'm FINE!
Morgan: But you don't look fine, is the thing. Want me to rub your back for a bit?
Brady: You'd like that, wouldn't you? You spy! But, oh no! Brady ain't letting you anywhere near his back!
Morgan: I thought you started out as a priest, no? Shouldn't you be a little better at taking care of yourself?
Brady: Hey, gimme a break! The point of being a priest is healing other people, not yourself! It's about sacrifice and all that malarkey. You're supposed to put yourself last!
Morgan: Yeah, but if you pass out on the field, you're no use to anybody. You need to look out for yourself some if you want to help others, right?
Brady: Q-Quiet, you! Who asked you, anyway?!
Morgan: Okay, okay! Don't go making yourself even more out of breath. Just stay put for a second. I'll get you some water.
Brady: I ain't drinkin' nothin' you give me! And I never asked for your help, so make like bad pants and butt out! *Huff* *pant* *wheeeeze*

—Brady leaves—

Brady: Oh, Brady...