027 ronaldo.arthur

///C
Arthur:
Oh, great. It's the rodent bastard.
Ronaldo:
Oh, great! It's the golden oldie! I thought you were retired, old man.
Arthur:
I won't stand idly by while my country is threatened.
Ronaldo:
Heh, this is a little out of your league, you old fart.
Arthur:
If a giant shaved rat like you can be of use here, an old soldier like myself can find purpose here.
Ronaldo:
Eh, whatever. Try not to break a hip, ya fossil.
Arthur:
You should spend more time with your mouth open facing the enemy. Maybe you'd kill some of these with that breath of yours.
Ronaldo:
Gyagh... You shriveled up old prune...

///B
Arthur:
It amazes me how your stench has become more potent. Did you knock out any enemies with that?
Ronaldo:
Have you with that staff of yours? Say, how come you're using that thing anyway? I remember you carrying around a sword back then.
Arthur:
... I'm too old to fight with a weapon these days. My "equilibrium" should just be called "librium" at this point. Staves can also double as a cane, so I can walk easier.
Ronaldo:
Yeesh, you're having more trouble than I thought, old timer... You sure you wanna be out here doing this?
Arthur:
I have no choice in the matter now. If I had disciplined that idiot, Dracul, correctly, Ernterre would never have been invaded.
Ronaldo:
Whoa, you can't be blaming yourself for that.
Arthur:
I'll be damned if I can't. You're to blame as well!
Ronaldo:
Me!? Hey, that ain't fair...
Arthur:
You listen to me and you listen good, Ronaldo. I'm only going to say this once. I retired knowing you could keep an eye on things. You're a damned degenerate, but you produce results. I thought if something was wrong, you'd sniff it out, and take care of it before something bad happens.
Ronaldo:
Tch...
Arthur:
It's up to both of us to fix this mess now. Understood?
Ronaldo:
... Yeah.

///A
Arthur:
Mmm. Ronaldo, how long has it been since we first met?
Ronaldo:
Eh, beats me.
Arthur:
It has been thirteen years.
Ronaldo:
Ah, okay...
Arthur:
Orion was still a boy when he became duke. His mother couldn't stand the death of his father. She wilted like a flower without him. I don't blame her. But I thought it wasn't right to have such a young man be pushed into such responsibility. I saw it in myself to support and guide him as best as I could. Then he brought you into the picture... A filthy rogue from the streets.
Ronaldo:
We started flinging insults at each other immediately. And we really haven't stopped since, huh?
Arthur:
I hated you. I was worried a stray like you would corrupt him. I was wrong though. I don't believe he would be who he is without you.
Ronaldo:
I don't know about that...
Arthur:
Well, I do. I knew I left him in capable hands when I retired.
Ronaldo:
Yeesh, laying it on a little thick, old man.
Arthur:
Don't get used to it. I could name a million things wrong with you. This'll be the last time I say something nice.
Ronaldo:
Oh, thank goodness.
Arthur:
Anyway, keep doing what you're doing. And let's end this war together, okay?
Ronaldo:
Yeah, sure.