Nyna: "Marth! Any word? Have you found your family? Your sister?"
Marth: "...My sister was taken by Gharnef. She is no longer here... And my...my mother is... She is dead. Slain...by that Dolunian dragon..."
Nyna: "....! Marth, I am truly sorry..."
Marth: "I thought there would be something...some part of my old life I would be coming back to. I fought so hard..."
Nyna: "You fought wonderfully, Marth."
Malledus: "...Sire, might I have a moment?"
Marth: "All the moments you want, Malledus. What is it?"
Malledus: "Your people have gathered outside the castle. They are overjoyed to be free again, sire, and would like very much to see their prince."
Marth: "All right, then. I’ll go at once."
Nyna: "Marth...perhaps you should let that wait, just until you are able to share their joy with them. We could send someone in your stead-"
Marth: "No, that would not do. Today is a momentous day for my kingdom and my people. I must celebrate with them now, not later. Anything else would be a disservice to those who died to save Altea. I am a prince before I am a son or a brother. Come, Malledus. Let us go greet my people."
"Thus Altea was liberated. Its people, ragged from years of Dolunian tyranny, scrambled to the castle and flocked beneath its walls, eager to celebrate what, for many, would be remembered as the happiest days of their lives. They clapped each other on the back, laughed; and when Marth, their prince, appeared up above, they saluted their hero with a thunderous cheer: "Glory to Marth, our prince of light! Glory to our star and savior!" Marth smiled down at his people and waved. The great commander’s last victory of the day was commanding his tears not to flow."