Brady: Oh. Hey, Inigo.
Inigo: ......
Brady: Hello? Anybody home?
Inigo: ......
Brady: HEY! Quit ignorin' me, pretty boy!
Inigo: Gah! ...Yeesh, Brady. Don't sneak up on me like that. And why the shouting out of the blue? Is something wrong?
Brady: It ain't out of the blue, and I didn't sneak up on nobody! I called your name, but you were starin' off into space.
Inigo: You did? Er, I was? Ha ha, sorry...
Brady: Good grief... What's got you so preoccupied?
Inigo: Oh, just... It's nothing.
Brady: Lemme guess. You were thinkin' about how it'd feel to get up and dance at a festival like this.
Inigo: Wha—?! N-No way! I'd never want to—
Brady: Nailed it, huh? You're lookin' everywhere but my eyes. Heh, you're a terrible liar.
Inigo: B-But I'm not lying! Why would I think something like that? We're in the middle of a battle here. The only thing on my mind is the Risen! They're all I can think about! Promise!
Brady: Well, that ain't healthy neither.
Inigo: I'm just really eager to fight them. You know me: Mr. Serious Fighter! I mean, it'd be a crime to see them wreck that AMAZING stage... Or to let them hurt any of these people who would LOVE my newest routine... Or to tear down that garland that just gave me the PERFECT idea for a new move... But I mean, really, who has time to think about dancing at a time like this?
Brady: ...If you were any more transparent, you'd be invisible. I dunno whether to be insulted or impressed that you thought I'd buy it.
Inigo: Urk...
Brady: How many years you think I've heard you go on about your dreams, Inigo? If you're starin' off into space, it's obvious what's kickin' around your head.
Inigo: Ha ha... Yes... I suppose...you're...right... ......
Brady: Aaaaand there he goes again.