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!