Brady: Pop? Is that you?! How in the hell can that be?
Frederick: I'm not the man you think, Brady—not the father who met his end here. I have been dispatched here from another world in order to help you.
Brady: Heh... I thought something was fishy. You're too young to be my pop. So did you come from the past?
Frederick: Yes, in fact. I see Maribelle and I raise a very perceptive son. ...Your tone could use a bit of refinement, but I'm willing to overlook that.
Brady: Can it, Sir Nosy! You'd rebel too if you had to grow up with two meticulous parents.
Frederick: Is that why you talk like that? You're "rebelling"?
Brady: Yeah. My ma and pop were way too overprotective. But I know they did it out of love. I wish I hadn't fought back so much. Now I'll never get to see them again... Sometimes I wish I could visit the next world just to say I'm sorry.
Frederick: Brady...
Brady: Well... I guess I might finally get a chance.
Frederick: And what do you mean by that?
Brady: I never should've abandoned my friends back at the bridge. I deserve to die, and I probably will.
Frederick: What?! Don't speak such nonsense!
Brady: ...Huh?
Frederick: Now you listen to me, young man. The only way you'll keep living is if you WANT to keep living.
Brady: ......
Frederick: And sometimes wanting it isn't enough. Look at your father. He wanted to live with all his heart...but reality had other plans in store. So how do you expect to stay alive in a world like this if you DON'T want it? Stop blaming yourself and start looking toward your future. Because if you don't, I'll never leave. I'll be far too worried. Do you want your overprotective, meticulous father to nag you forever?
Brady: ...... It's funny. You said something like that once before...right before you died. I'd almost forgot...
Frederick: Good. I'm glad the other me didn't neglect to tell you.
Brady: You know, this has been a real wake-up call. I guess I do need to snap out of it.
Frederick: That's the spirit.
Brady: ...But hey, let me tell you something. Since I was too busy bawlin' my eyes out to say it to my real pop, I just wanted you to know that as much as you crowded me... I still liked having you around. ...So don't even think about dyin' on me again, or I'll break your face!
Frederick: Duly noted. I promise never to elicit such harsh words again.

Gaius: Brady? Is that you?
Brady: Pop?! How in the hell...
Gaius: Sorry. Wrong Gaius. I'm here from another world. The divine dragon Naga sent me to help you.
Brady: She what? ...Hang on, I thought you were a thief. What kind of thief takes a job like this? Did she offer you money? Jewels? Pancakes? It must've been something good.
Gaius: Nope. No reward.
Brady: You're workin' for FREE? What kind of cheapskate goddess is she?
Gaius: What does it matter to you?
Brady: Well, actually, I wanted to find out your price so I could buy your services.
Gaius: What? I'm your father! You don't really think I'd charge you?
Brady: Huh? You just got finished sayin' you AIN'T my father. Look, just take your damned money or cookies or whatever and hear me out!
Gaius: Heh. I see not even hard times have softened up that hard head of yours. You remind me of your mother....Well, I can't work for you because YOU are gonna do a job for me.
Brady: Oh yeah? And what's that?
Gaius: You're gonna make it home to Ylisstol in one piece.
Brady: Pah! Who are you kiddin'? I don't need you to ask me to do that. I can do it myself!
Gaius: Aren't you gonna wait and see what the payment is? Do the job for me, and I'll go rescue your friends across the ravine.
Brady: Wha...But that's what...
Gaius: What you were going to pay ME for. You think I don't know you? Let's just hope they're in one piece. Well—two separate pieces. One piece would be awkward...If they are alive, I'll make sure they join you in Ylisstol soon.
Brady: You better not be trickin' me.
Gaius: Hey, let's not be mixing up thieves and liars here, huh?
Brady: ...All right. You got yourself a deal.
Gaius: Good. Now get moving. No son of mine is gonna slip up here....You make sure you get home safe.
Brady: I will....You watch yourself too, Pop. Yeah. I know it's you, even if you say it ain't.
Gaius: Don't you worry about me. I break locks, not promises.

Gregor: Ah! Brady... Is good to see you still breathing.
Brady: Pop?! No way... Did the Risen get me? Did I pass into the other world?
Gregor: Hah! Is much too soon for you to die, yes? Relax. This Gregor come from other world. Not the same man as your dearly departing Gregor!
Brady: There's two of you?! So what are you doing in MY world?
Gregor: Gregor has come to help in time of need! Is Gregor not allowed to worry about his dear, sweet son?
Brady: ...You're worried about me? As if I didn't cause my real pop enough grief... Gaaah! I'm sorry! *sniff* I turned out worthless. Worthless! *sob*
Gregor: Oy! Stop with the crying. You have work to do, yes?
Brady: *Sniff*
Gregor: Is okay to have regrets. Gregor have a whole mountain of regrets! Lousy clients... Lousy jobs... Lousy taverns... But now is not time for regrets. You must put those thoughts aside and instead take action! Your friends did not make big sacrifice for nothing, yes?
Brady: So you saw all that...
Gregor: Yes, from distance. So Brady, tell Gregor... Is your job to boo-hoo? Is your job to wish things turned out different? No!
Brady: That's right. My job is to deliver the Gemstones! Will ya help me, Pop?
Gregor: Of course! Gregor will finish job of other Gregor and keep his little son safe.

Henry: Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in! Though, I guess we're outside...
Brady: Pop?! You're not dead! Did you use your hexes to preemptively bring yourself back or something?
Henry: No... But wouldn't THAT be fun! "Presurrection"! Anyway, I'm not the Henry you know. I came from another world to help you. It's called an Outrealm, because it's a realm outside this one. Get it?
Brady: Er...yeah, I get it. It's a shame you're not my real old man, but at least you're alive, um, legitimately.
Henry: Uh-huh. So which Risen do you want me to kill first? It's the least I can do since the other me is a smelly, wormy carcass now. Just point me at your most hated enemy, and I'll blow him off the map!
Brady: I wish it were that simple, but this battle is all but lost. You should go back to your world before things get any worse, Pop.
Henry: Huh? Why?
Brady: Uh, how about 'cause the valley is swarming with foes and we might drop like flies? You don't have to die to save somebody else's world.
Henry: Why not?
Brady: Beeeeee...cause you don't?
Henry: Sorry, but I'm not about to abandon my son when he's in danger. I like danger! And I'm also surprisingly okay with death. And flies. To me, this world's as cozy as a blanket. Nya ha ha!
Brady: Pop, you're kind of freaking me out.
Henry: I have that effect on people. But don't worry. I'm not actually going to die. Now shoo! Get on home to Ylisse. I'll take care of things here.
Brady: ...... Well, I don't know how to say no to that. But seriously, you'd better not die. 'Cause if ya do... I may not be you, old-timer, but I know a few measly curses of my own.
Henry: I hope they're measly. I don't want you dabbling in curses. You're too nice for that. Besides, they take a toll on the body. ...Oh! Want to see my rashes sometime? Anyway, I'll have this all sewed up in no time, so forget the curses and get moving!

Lon'qu: Brady.
Brady: Who's there? Come on out, you fiend!
Lon'qu: It's me. Your father, Lon'qu. I've come from another world to lend you my strength.
Brady: Huh? Is that really you, Pop? Hmph... Seems a little hard to swallow. How do I know you're not tryin' to dupe me out of the Gemstones?
Lon'qu: I thought you might say that. I probably wouldn't believe me either, considering the circumstances.
Brady: Yeah? Good. Then take a hike. I don't buy any of your hogwash.
Lon'qu: Before you write me off...take a look at this.
Brady: What's this—a ring?
Lon'qu: Yes. The same one your mother left you when she passed away.
Brady: You're right... It's the same. ...... Ma was real impressed at how you picked out the ring all on your own.
Lon'qu: Huh? But I didn't. Maribelle and I went and bought it together. That was the first day I worked up the courage to hold her hand...
Brady: Ding ding! Correct! So you really are my old man...
Lon'qu: I see... You were testing me.
Brady: Yep. Sorry about that. It's good to see ya again, Pop. Even if you're not the same man.
Lon'qu: You're just like your mother. Always a step ahead of me.
Brady: Well, don't sell yourself short. I'm your son too, after all. Even though I didn't exactly inherit your prowess in battle. Now my friends are trapped across the ravine and I can't do a damn thing about it. Sorry to disappoint...
Lon'qu: I'm not disappointed. You don't need a sword to be a strong fighter. Delivering the Gemstones to Ylisse will win more battles than any blade.
Brady: I guess...
Lon'qu: This world has tempered you and made you tougher than I'll ever be. But still I've come this far, and I intend to help. So go, Brady. I'll strike down any enemies in your path!
Brady: Right... Thanks, Pop!

Ricken: Brady! Oh, whew. I'm so glad I managed to catch up.
Brady: Who the hell are you, kid?
Ricken: It's me, Ricken. Your father?
Brady: Uh, are you crazy in the head or something? My old man's dead. And anyway, he wasn't some pipsqueak like you.
Ricken: Heh heh... I thought you might say that... So I brought a little leverage to help my case. ...Ta-da! Feast your eyes on these tea leaves! Look familiar?
Brady: Yes! ...... Okay, no.
Ricken: This is the tea Maribelle and I drink every single day! Come on, look closer! I'm sure you've seen it a million times.
Brady: I'm sure I have, but I don't know jack squat about tea leaves just by looking. ...Here, kid. let me have a whiff.
Ricken: Ah, right! Of course! You might recognize the smell. ...Well? Well, well, well?
Brady: *Sniiiiiiff* ...Yep. You win. You're my pop, all right.
Ricken: You believe me?
Brady: Uh-huh. You don't really look like how I remember him, to be honest. But only my old man would be this eager to make me sniff tea leaves.
Ricken: Ha ha! That's a relief.
Brady: So what exactly are you doing here in junior form?
Ricken: I came from another world to help you. I saw how you got split up from your friends before... I know this must be so hard for you... But I'm here to fight by your side!
Brady: Well, thanks. But I'd rather you help them, not me. I had to leave them on the other side of the ravine... I hope they're all right.
Ricken: Are you sure? But then who's going to keep you safe?
Brady: I can take care of myself. I have a way of slipping right under the enemy's nose. ...Musta got that from you. Ma told me about the time you snuck behind enemy lines to rescue her.
Ricken: Ha ha! She did? Well, still, Brady. The stakes are higher this time. You have the Gemstones. You have to stay alive no matter what. Do it for your father.
Brady: All right. But you be careful too, okay?

Brady: Huh? Hold your griffons—green armor? No, it can't be!
Stahl: Brady...
Brady: Pop? Is that really you? I thought I recognized you! What are you doin' here? I thought you were dead!
Stahl: Well...the Stahl in this world probably is. But I'm not him. I've been sent here from another world to help you.
Brady: So you're not my pop? I see... ...... BAWWW! *sniff* I'm s-sorry! It's just...when I see your damned face, I just... Gaaah!
Stahl: I'm sorry, Brady. I was trying to stay out of sight. I know you can get emotional at times.
Brady: I'm just happy to see ya, Pop... I really, really am!
Stahl: You made a tough choice back there with your friends, Brady. I saw the whole thing.
Brady: I know, I just... *sniff* I hate myself for being so powerless...
Stahl: I completely understand. But you made the right choice, and I'm proud of you.
Brady: It tore me apart to do it. But you know what you said to me once? "When you're unsure in battle, ask yourself what you can do for the greater good."
Stahl: I taught you that? That's sound advice. But your friends gave you an important task. I would have done the same thing as you.
Brady: But was it the right choice?
Stahl: Only time will tell. Right now, that's not what you should be thinking about.
Brady: I...I know. I need to make sure the gemstones reach Ylisse!
Stahl: Exactly! And I'll be right here to help in any way I can.

Vaike: Hah! Is that a Brady? I think it's a Brady!
Brady: Pop?! How the hell...?
Vaike: The Vaike has crossed over from another world to save your bacon! I'm not the same man as your father...but I'm possibly more impressive.
Brady: Another world? I hope you don't mean THAT world. Tell me you're alive and not some Risen.
Vaike: Are you kiddin'? Would some sack of flesh have muscles like this? Come on now. So when do you and me get to team up and bash some undead heads in?
Brady: ......
Vaike: Somethin' wrong?
Brady: No, it's just... You're all talk, Pop. You know I don't have your strength or skill with weapons. My friends usually protect me, not the other way around.
Vaike: Yeah, the Vaike witnessed that little incident at the bridge.
Brady: I was afraid of that. The Vaike would never abandon his friends, would he?
Vaike: You abandoned them? ...Is that what ya did?
Brady: I...uh...
Vaike: Or did you SAVE THE WORLD by keepin' the Gemstones safe? ...Teach may have to grade harshly based on how you answer.
Brady: I didn't abandon them. But still...
Vaike: Blah blah blah. You did the right thing! Time to move on. The real difference between you and the Vaike has nothin' to do with strength. It's the fact that you're always blubberin' like a baby.
Brady: I don't b-b-b-blubber! *sniff* I'm introspective, damn it!
Vaike: Heh heh. I'm just givin' ya a hard time. And anyway, you inherited the best parts of Maribelle and yours truly. Like the way you talk.
Brady: I definitely didn't get that part from Ma...
Vaike: Now how about we snap a few Risen in two and get ya on your way?
Brady: You really want to team up with me?
Vaike: Listen, the Vaike only picks winners!

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.