Lorenz & Marianne C

Lorenz
Hello, Marianne. You're well, I hope?

Marianne
I am, Lorenz. Thank you.

Lorenz
I cannot help but notice you do not look it.

Marianne
Is that so? I feel fine.

Lorenz
Hmm...

Marianne
...

Lorenz
...

Marianne
W-was there something you needed?

Lorenz
How unseemly of me. My apologies. It is not my intention to stare.

Marianne
Does something about me seem...off?

Lorenz
Not at all. I was just remembering your father. Or, rather, comparing my experience of him to you.

Marianne
...

Lorenz
Your father, Margrave Edmund. He is one of the shrewdest nobles in all the Alliance, with a noted gift for pointed speech.

Lorenz
On and beyond the battlefield, his words have the power to move friend and foe alike.

Lorenz
My own father has said he would not want to make an enemy of him. Naturally, I am of the same mind.

Marianne
...

Lorenz
Your father is blessed with gifts of confidence and eloquence. Yet, compared to him, you seem always reticent and downcast.

Lorenz
Uh! Oh—I'm...I'm sorry. I don't mean to cause you discomfort. It's just that the contrast between you and your father is striking.

Marianne
I have very little in common with my adoptive father.

Lorenz
But he sent you to Garreg Mach. Clearly he sees potential in you.

Lorenz
I think I see it too. Yes, a certain charm. Gravitas, if you will. Just like him.

Lorenz
Ah!

Marianne
I can't say that I know too much about him. I should be going now.

Lorenz
Yes. Yes, of course. Please, take care.

Lorenz
Oh, such grace! Such serenity! How could such a beauty be hiding in plain sight?

Lorenz
With a little polish, she would shine magnificently...