Kjelle: Wait. You're back here asking me to train you AGAIN?
Brady: I'll ask as many times as it takes! Please, Kjelle! Ya just gotta!
Kjelle: Doesn't matter how many times you ask. My answer isn't changing.
Brady: Come on, Kjelle! I'm beggin' ya! I could be somebody! I could be a champ!
Kjelle: Look, it's nothing personal. I'm just very aware of how harsh I am when it comes to training. I don't want your puny healer's blood on my hands.
Brady: I can take it! Whatever it is, I'll do it. Ya just gotta believe me!
Kjelle: That totally unfounded bravado of yours is oddly charming, but it's going to kill you. There are times when the spirit is willing, but the flesh is floppy and hopeless.
Brady: Says who? I ain't hopeless! You said yourself that any chump can get there if they stick to it! I'm ready to sweat for it! I'm ASKING to sweat for it! Come on, Kjelle. I'm beggin' here.
Kjelle: What's with this fixation on toughening up all of a sudden? Is this really just a confidence thing?
Brady: I told ya, I wanna finally stop doubting myself all the time. I want to feel like I'm helping you cats out there in the field!
Kjelle: You do know that you can train on your own, too, right? You don't need my help. ...Oh, fine. I give up. I'll do it.
Brady: Ya will?
Kjelle: The only bigger waste of time than training you is listening to you beg. As long as you don't mind me continuing my own training while you do yours, I'm game.
Brady: That's a dilly of a deal!
Kjelle: BUT! If we do this, we do it my way. I'm going to rebuild you from scratch. ...And it's going to hurt. A lot. Are you sure you're up for it?
Brady: You got it, Kjelle! I'll give them exercises what for!