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Ricken:

Hrmmm...



Robin:

Still writing a reply to that letter? You've been staring at a blank page for an hour. Was it bad news? Nothing serious, I hope.



Ricken:

No, just an average letter from my parents. "Hope you're well," and all that.



Robin:

Then why are you so strapped for a reply?



Ricken:

It's...tricky. I just don't know what to say.



Robin:

There're plenty of things you could write about! Especially after that last battle. Tell them about how you dodged one brush with death after the next! Impress them!



Ricken:

Are you insane?! The object is to make them worry about me LESS!



Robin:

Oh. Right. Well, why not tell them about that fight against the Risen? Talk about how you tore them limb from limb and flung the pieces to the winds!



Ricken:

But I did no such thing! Besides, that would have them worried about me in a whole other way... See the problem? I can't LIE, but if I write about how things really are, they'll worry. And if I write about how much I miss them, that only makes it worse...



Robin:

How about just a few words to let them know you're all right?



Ricken:

...I don't know. Maybe I'll just hold off until I do something that makes them proud.



Robin:

Well, if they could've heard you just now, they already would be.





B Support

Ricken:

Hmm...



Robin:

Still haven't written a reply to your parents, have you?



Ricken:

Yep. Stuck again. I can't think of the right words to say.



Robin:

You could always just head back.



Ricken:

Head back where? Home?



Robin:

Why not? Stop by for a quick visit. Spend some time with your family. I'm not saying to drop everything and go tomorrow, but once things settle down.



Ricken:

...No. I can't go back yet.



Robin:

Why not?



Ricken:

I don't know how much you know about me, but I come from an old, respected house. And lately, my family home—and name—has fallen into serious disrepair. So this war is about more than saving the world, at least for me. It's about restoring my family name. And I can't go home until I've done it.



Robin:

That's a lot to put on yourself, Ricken. Your parents are lucky to have you. Hard to imagine such a model son running around dismembering Risen and flinging—



Ricken:

Stop with the dismembering already! What kind of monster do you think I am?



Robin:

Ha ha, I'm just teasing. Seriously, though, if you won't visit, you should write. Sparing your parents from worry is part of being a good son, after all.



Ricken:

Yeah, I know you're right... Okay, I'll keep it real basic. "Dear Mom and Dad, I hope you're well."



Robin:

"Today I saved the life of my beloved, and the field ran red with the blood of my foes!"



Ricken:

"Today I saved the..." ARRRGH! Will you NOT do that?!



Robin:

I'm helping.



Ricken:

YOU ARE NOT!





A Support

Ricken:

Hey, Robin. Would you mind sending this out with the other deliveries?



Robin:

Letter to the family, eh? So did you finally figure out what to write?



Ricken:

I just wrote the truth: that I miss them and hope to see them again soon.



Robin:

No tales of glory? No brave words? ...No dismemberment?



Ricken:

Hah! Not this time. I guess restoring the family name will have to wait a bit longer. I simply wrote that I've come a long way, but there's still more to be done. Not the greatest news in the world, but better than silence, I guess.



Robin:

But it IS great news! I'm sure it'll put their minds at ease.



Ricken:

By telling them how weak I still am?



Robin:

No, by telling them you know your limits and you're working to overcome them. That's a very mature way of thinking. I'm sure they'll be proud.



Ricken:

Heh heh! You really think so?



Robin:

I guarantee it! You did great, Ricken. Now get over here!



Ricken:

EWWW! Leggo! No noogies! Stop treating me like a kid! Didn't you JUST finish saying how mature I was?!



Robin:

Ha ha! Sorry, it's just that hat and those cute wittle cheeks just begging to be pinc—



Ricken:

Come on, knock it off!





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Ricken:

Hey, Robin. Thanks again for your help with that letter home. I kinda got you something by way of thanks, so...here.



Robin:

Aw, how sweet! A letter for me! Whoa, this is one heavy envelope... What'd you put in here?



Ricken:

Open it and you'll see.



Robin:

Rrrrrr... Graaagh... Gods above, how much glue did you use here? Got it! ...Oh, look at that shiny stone. Ricken, it's beautiful.



Ricken:

It's a precious stone found only on the slopes of the Ghoul's Teeth.



Robin:

Gods, Ricken! You went to that fearsome place all alone? Its crags are filled with bandits and wild beasts of every stripe! Were you hurt? Don't lie to me now!



Ricken:

Would you PLEASE stop treating me like a child?!



Robin:

...Oh...right. I'm sorry.



Ricken:

I'm not a boy, Robin. I'm a grown man. And I need you to believe me when I say that.



Robin:

But why, Ricken? Why is it so important what I think?



Ricken:

Because...I'm in love with you. I don't want to be your kid or your little brother—I want to be your husband. So if I put that stone on a ring and offered it to you, would you accept?



Robin:

...Oh, Ricken. I know you're not a child anymore... I know because I've watched you grow into a remarkable young man. Just as I've watched you grow in my heart... So, yes, Ricken. Yes. Nothing would make me happier than to become your wife.



Ricken:

R-really! Do you mean it?!



Robin:

But no more taking ridiculous risks! I'll not have my husband cracking his head open just to prove a point. You hear me, young man?



Ricken:

Of course, I...HEY!



[Confession CG scene]

I wish I could throw my arms around you and never let go! ...Just...wait for me to get a little taller...okay?