Brady: *Huff, huff* The Risen just keep comin'...
Virion: Are you all right, Brady?
Brady: Huh?! Who the hell are you, and how do you know my name?
Virion: Ack! C-Calm yourself, young man! I have no intention of doing you harm! Don't you recognize me? It is I, Virion—Fatherest of Fathers—come from worlds afar to help you!
Brady: Pop? No... Can it really be you? I guess you do kind of look like him. And you're wearing Ma's matching scarf.
Virion: There, you see? No need to raise your voice and take years off my life... You may not have your mother's mastery of tirades, but you did give me a scare.
Brady: ...Sorry. So if you're really my old man, there's something I need you to hear.
Virion: Well, I am not the same man, but I shall endeavor to listen on his behalf.
Brady: Right, whatever. As long as I get to apologize. ...I really let my pop down.
Virion: Hm? Whatever do you mean?
Brady: My folks always taught me that nobles should be the shield of common folk. That we should defend others. But today I abandoned my friends... The only one I protected was myself. I failed you, Pop. There's nothing noble about me!
Virion: Are you upset over what happened at the bridge?
Brady: You saw it?
Virion: Perhaps I should teach you a noble's other great responsibility.
Brady: There's another one?
Virion: Commitment. Once you decide to do something, you must see it through. You cannot back down from hard choices the moment they start to sting. Make whatever losses you sustain count by finishing what you start. That is true nobility.
Brady: ...Commitment, huh?
Virion: Correct. And what have you committed yourself to at this very moment?
Brady: To deliver the Gemstones... Right.
Virion: Get to it, then. And as for me, my commitment is to protecting you. So allow me to exert my usual grace and escort you back to Ylisse.
Brady: Right. Thanks, Pop. I appreciate it.