Maribelle: Now, repeat after me: "My name is Brady. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Brady: .......
Maribelle: Did you hear me? "My name is Brady. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Brady: ...The name's Brady. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
Maribelle: "My name IS," Brady. Not "The name's." Now, "My mother's name is Maribelle." ...Go ahead, darling. Try it.
Brady: My ma... Er, my mother... Aw, nuts, Ma! Yer crazy if you think I'm puttin' up with this crap!
Maribelle: Don't you dare walk out on me, young man!
Brady: Ma, we're at war here. Ya know? With killin' and all that malarkey? If you wanna teach me something teach me some tricks with a staff.
Maribelle: I'll teach nothing of the sort to a boor who scoffs at the value of proper language!
Brady: Why not?
Maribelle: A person's words reflect their character.
Brady: So anyone who speaks a little rough is some kinda knuckle dragger? Ain't that a little simplistic?
Maribelle: Unrefined language shows a lack of concern for how one comes across to others. It demonstrates a lack of respect and is ample cause to judge someone.
Brady: Why ya always gotta be so hardheaded about everything?
Maribelle: Better a hard head than a brain made of mush! I'd sooner choose my words carefully than speak rashly and regret it.
Brady: Sounds like somebody screwed up in the past, yeah? Who'd ya piss off?
Maribelle: Really, must your EVERY phrase be vulgar? It should be "WHOM did you piss off," Brady. ...Go on, repeat it for yourself.
Brady: Uh, something tells me that still ain't entirely proper speech...

Brady: Huh... Never knew that...
Maribelle: Good day, Brady/ What are you reading?
Brady: Oh! N-nothing, Ma.
Maribelle: Don't tell me it's something salacious!
Brady: What! No! I don't even know what that word means!
Maribelle: Give that here this minute! Let me see... "Proper Diction: A Beginner's Guide"?
Brady: ...Happy now? I was gonna surprise ya after I learned how to talk all pretty.
Maribelle: Brady, you...
Brady: Anyway, what of it?! I'm only doin' it what to get ya off my case!
Maribelle: Brady, this book is designed for children seven years or younger...
Brady: WHAT?! But it's so tough!
Maribelle: I never imagined things were this grim...
Brady: L-look, I just wanted to review the basics, yeah? You're always harpin' on the basics!
Maribelle: Yes, they're paramount, naturally. But still... Chapter one: "Your Friend, the Noun!" ...This is honestly where you're starting?
Brady: H-hey, get off my case! I don't need this! I talk just fine anyway, yeah? Forget all this! I'm'a make like pants and split!
Maribelle: Goodness. Just what manner of education did my future self offer that poor boy?

Brady: Indeed, I discussed the matter a fortnight past with [Avatar]. Was I remiss in notifying you?
Maribelle: Brady?! The voice is yours, but the words...
Brady: I completed my reading of "Proper Diction: A Master's Guide" yesterday evening.
Maribelle: Yes, I heard from many people. ...Frankly, the entire camp is terrified.
Brady: I can only hope my more eloquent locution better conforms to your ideal son, Mother. Now, in further news of the day, I feel that we must allow for... *Gaaaaaasp*
Maribelle: Are you all right?! What is it?!
Brady: How do you breathe, Ma?! Talkin' like that damn near suffocated me! I seriously thought I might pass out.
Maribelle: .......
Brady: I mean, uh, speaking in that manner nearly caused me to be overcome? ...From lack of respiration?
Maribelle: Nice try, darling.
Brady: Aw, horse apples! Ain't no good, Ma. The words just don't fit in my mouth. I feel like I'm gonna chomp my own tongue off here.
Maribelle: Brady, I'm just so very pleased you even bothered to make the effort. But it's time I stopped foisting my ideals on other people. You can think and act responsibly without thinking and acting like me.
Brady: You're creepin' me out here, Ma. What's with the sudden about-face?
Maribelle: That's just it: YOUR sudden about-face creeped ME out.
Brady: Right?! ...Wait, hey! Did you just call me creepy?
Maribelle: Hmm, did I?
Brady: I only did all that speakin' junk 'cause ya kept tellin' me to.
Maribelle: I know, sweetheart. And I'm so very proud of my little honey bear.
Brady: Gah, okay, stop! You're welcome, so just stop!
Maribelle: Ah! Seems I've discovered another way to motivate you... Boo-Boo-Bear.
Brady: No more, Ma! I'm beggin' ya!

Maribelle: Brady? Is that you, darling?
Brady: ...M-Ma? No way!
Maribelle: No, young man. I am not YOUR mother, strictly speaking. I've come from another world to lend you my considerable assistance.
Brady: Another world? Um...right. ......

—Brady leaves—

Maribelle: Wh-what?! Where are you going? Stop running, young man!

—Brady reappears—

Brady: Ow! Let go of my ear! What do you care if I haul it out of here? You're probably s-some enemy ruse!
Maribelle: I most certainly am not! If I were some artifice of the enemy, then you would already be dead. I or someone else would have struck you down the moment you hesitated.
Brady: Well...yeah, but...
Maribelle: But nothing! Stand up straight! Did I raise you to run for the hills at the sight of your own mother's face?
Brady: You didn't raise me, period! Ugh, I give up. So what do you want, Ma?
Maribelle: At last, some respect! Naturally, I have come to make sure my son in this world carries himself with dignity.
Brady: ...... BAWWW! *sniff* *sob*
Maribelle: Brady, whatever has come over you? You usually cry after my lectures, not before them...
Brady: I just can't look at you a second... *sniff* longer... I never thought I'd see you again, Ma! *sob*
Maribelle: So that's it. It was not a ruse you feared. It was that I might see you shed tears.
Brady: Shaddap! I was only... Rrgh... Gods! All right! So WHAT if I didn't want to look stupid in front of ya?
Maribelle: My dear, sweet child. You have your silly moments, I'll admit. But stupid? Far from it. You helped your friends by keeping the Gemstones safe. I think it was dashing. And if people daresay otherwise, I shall have to reprimand them...with my boot!
Brady: ...Pfft! That's not exactly genteel, Ma.
Maribelle: Of course it's genteel. It just won't be GENTLE.

Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You know, the expensive junk.
Father: Um...
Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and ready to go—just the way ya like it.
Father: Uh, Brady?
Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!
Father: Oh, right. S-sorry... *sip* ...But, Brady?
Brady: Yeah?
Father: What did you mean, "just the way I like it"? I hardly ever drink tea...
Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.
Father: I've had the odd cup here or there, but I've never had a "teatime" in my life...
Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?
Father: Considering I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I'm guessing she did.
Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right about now!
Father: Er, what exactly did she tell you?
Brady: Oh, don't you worry, I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol' Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh, and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.
Father: ...When did my life get so weird?

Brady: Sorry about last time, old-timer.
Father: What, the tea? You don't need to apologize for that. I was happy for the chance to chat.
Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway, I brought my violin by way of apologizin'.
Father: ...I'm sorry?
Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a violin performance.
Father: It...does?
Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what Ma said.
Father: Brady, listen to me. No one has ever apologized to me that way before. ...EVER. Your mother's having fun with you again.
Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna—
Father: Brady, wait.
Brady: What?!
Father: As long as you're here, let's just enjoy a nice chat and forget about Maribelle. I'm almost thankful, really. If not for her japes, you'd probably never have come by.
Brady: Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy! Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.
Father: It's settled then! Pull up a seat...

Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says—
Father: Heh heh...
Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.
Father: I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady. I'll admit, I was kind of shocked when I first saw you. You seemed a bit...scary.
Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a better job raising the real deal.
Father: What, you mean the Brady from this era?
Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.
Father: ...... Brady, I...
Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.
Father: Brady, how can you say that after we've gotten so close? You think I'd just cast you aside once my son is born? I would never do that. You're my friend, Brady. ...And my son.
Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I'd decided not to cry, but then ya go and say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just...remember that we were good pals once, yeah? Real chums.
Father: I could never forget you, Son. I'll remember you till the day I die and love you as my future self would...
Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!
Father: Well then it's settled. Guess your pop can't very well die now, can he?

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.