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Hanneman: Hubert, my boy. It's rather rare for the two of us to see one another with no one else around, isn't it?
Hubert: Yes, I believe it is.
Hanneman: I was good friends with your father, you know. Perhaps this is fate, eh? Of course, when I left the Empire, I broke off my friendship with him...and, well, everyone else.
Hubert: You were right to sever ties with such a miserable piece of filth.
Hanneman: Sharp words, Hubert. Contemptible though your father may be, he is still your father.
Hubert: Don't overcomplicate it. I will not forgive him. Ever. Contemptible is just the right word for the wretch. [Do you truly know what kind of man my father is?/Do you truly know what kind of man my father was?]
Hanneman: I assume you're talking about the Insurrection of the Seven. At the time, I was already at Garreg Mach. I know nothing more than hearsay. That said, I found it hard to believe that Lord Vestra would challenge the emperor like that.
Hubert: Yet that's exactly what he did. Since the dawn of the Adrestian Empire, House Vestra has served House Hresvelg as the emperor's right hand. My father spat on a legacy of loyalty and devotion that had lasted 1,100 years. He conspired with the ministers to usurp power from the emperor. And Lady Edelgard...
Hanneman: In your father's defense, the emperor was attempting to take power from the Seven Houses. The emperor's reform was an attempt to concentrate power in the hands of the throne. The nobles...put a stop to that. Emperor Ionius lost the ensuing power struggle.
Hubert: [Now it is the nobles' turn to suffer defeat. Lady Edelgard will be emperor./Now it is the nobles' turn to suffer defeat. Her Majesty will crush all who oppose her.]
Hanneman: You hope she can cease this never-ending conflict? That's quite a goal, Hubert...

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Hubert: I must thank you for lending your expertise to the aid of Her Majesty, Hanneman.
Hanneman: Your gratitude is wasted on me, Hubert. I choose this situation entirely because it benefits me. I could carry out my research anywhere, of course, but that is, as they say, beside the point.
Hubert: Is that so?
Hanneman: Hubert. There's something I want to tell you. Will you hear me out?
Hubert: Depends what it is.
Hanneman: It concerns your father.
Hubert: Then, no. Absolutely not.
Hanneman: Oh, by all means, cover your ears and run out of the room. I'll still speak the words, for I feel that I must. Your father, the Marquis of Vestra—well rather, the former Marquis of Vestra—was a selfless man. He was practical and never sought power for the sake of power. In that respect, you and he are rather alike. Do you think such a man would so easily betray his emperor, even if led astray by the prime minister?
Hubert: Clearly, yes. That's exactly what he did. He played a large part in the assault on the palace. Personally spearheaded the emperor's capture. The thought of those treacherous arms reaching out for Her Majesty... It is truly upsetting.
Hanneman: Agreed. Facts are facts. The palace walls are stuffed with countless truths, all of them concealed by the stones and mortar of fact. I hoped you would have the capacity to see the unfettered truth. But I fear that where your father is concerned, your eyes may see only what you wish them to see.
Hubert: I'll take that under advisement.
Hanneman: Feel free to ignore me. I know full well I have my own blind spots. It's just... I believe your father had something he was trying to protect. Bearing a stain on his honor, being purged by his own son... All in the name of protection. I speak from knowledge, as someone who failed to protect something I held dear.
Hubert: Let's say you're right. Suppose he did it to protect something he cared about. Doesn't matter. Doesn't change his actions or my judgment of them. My father was a traitor to House Hresvelg and he deserved what he got. That was me protecting something I care about.
Hanneman: Ah, I can see the right of that. You have chosen your own path, Hubert. Continue protecting what you wish to protect, and I shall support you from the bottom of my heart.