Cynthia: Brady?
Brady: What's wrong, Cynthia?
Cynthia: I owe you an apology.
Brady: What? Why?
Cynthia: Lissa told me. ...The truth, I mean.
Brady: ...She did what?! Th-then you—
Cynthia: Know that it was really you helping me all those times? Yes, I know.
Brady: I told her not to say anything! Why'd she have to open her big yap?!
Cynthia: It's not her fault, really! I started quizzing her about all her secret hero moves, and she just cracked.
Brady: Ya see? She did open her yapper, then! Ooh, I'm gonna have me a few words with that stool pigeon!
Cynthia: Honestly, it's your fault for picking her. I mean, she's not exactly the type to take secrets to the grave, is she?
Brady: ...Yeah...maybe not.
Cynthia: So I just want to know why, Brady. Why be my anonymous savior?
Brady: Aw, horse pucky. I ain't nobody's savior. I just couldn't stand to watch you chargin' around all reckless and stuff. You were bound to get hurt, and I couldn't bear to see it. You're like a little sister to me, Cynthia. Ya know?
Cynthia: A sister? Oh, that's unfortunate. See, because...I don't think of you as a brother.
Brady: Um... Yeah, well, ya know what? Just forget I ever said—
Cynthia: I was glad when I heard it was you. I like you, Brady...a lot. Like...a lot a lot. Knowing that the man I like had been watching over me made me... Well, it made me really happy.
Brady: I'm sorry, Cynthia. I...
Cynthia: No, I'M sorry! I didn't mean to... I dunno. Say all that, I guess.
Brady: Ah, nuts, Cynthia! All that sister stuff was a bunch of hooey! I'm crazy for ya. Always have been! That's why I shadowed ya. I mean, sure, I wanted to keep you safe... But mostly I just wanted to be near ya, and I didn't have the guts to say it.
Cynthia: Oh, this is the best day ever! I get the real answer to the mystery, PLUS the guy I like!
Brady: Heh, it's a pretty good day for me, too.