Hilda & Cyril C

Hilda
Hey, Cyril. What're you up to? Working?

Cyril
You're in the way, Hilda. Move.

Hilda
How rude! I'm not in the way.

Cyril
Are you just here to goof off?

Hilda
No. I'm here to feed the horses, actually.

Cyril
Uh-huh. Where's the fodder then?

Hilda
I wasn't sure where to find it. Can you help with that?

Cyril
I'll take care of it. I'm cleaning the place anyways.

Hilda
Ooh, thanks! It's great to have you on the job. I know you'll handle it perfectly.

Cyril
Yeah, well, I don't like it when I feel like I'm not doing my part.

Hilda
You're always so focused on the task at hand. Sometimes, I almost forget you're Almyran.

Hilda
I always thought they were a...rough and unreliable sort of people.

Hilda
Though you're not really like the rest of them. You seem normal for the most part.

Cyril
Rough and unreliable, huh?

Hilda
My family has to fight against Almyrans sometimes.

Hilda
Not that my father or brother ever clued me in on what the battles were like.

Hilda
But I do know that armies from Almyra will attack without reason, and break treaties, and tell lies...

Hilda
Everyone says they're a bunch of brutes.

Cyril
Yeah? Huh.

Hilda
Am I boring you? I'm talking about your people.

Cyril
Those aren't my people. I was just born there.

Hilda
Hm. OK, let's turn the tables. How do the people of Fódlan seem to you, from an Almyran perspective?

Cyril
Huh...

Hilda
That look on your face. Are you OK?

Cyril
I can't tell you what I think of folks from Fódlan. I don't really got an impression of them altogether.

Hilda
What's that supposed to mean?

Cyril
There's all sortsa different people everywhere. You can't say everybody of one place is any one thing.

Cyril
It's no different when you're talking about Fódlan or Almyra or anyplace else.

Cyril
And wherever you go, you see people in power keep the weak ones down.