Raphtalia

(child-frightened-no self confidence) The slave trader had brought a young man to my cage. The young man was negotiating with the slave trader. The young man met my gaze for a minute. His eyes were sharp enough to kill. He looked angry. His eyes wandered to the other two slaves. His eyes were scary. He was filled with hate, more hate than the man that whipped me.  It looked like he hated the whole world. If he bought me, I’d probably die in a day or two… Were they talking about me? I couldn’t tell. But in the end, the young man bought me. The spell to register as a slave always hurt. I hated it. But I was sure this would be my last owner. Because I… I didn’t have much time left.

(upset - angry - lecturing) Y…You fool! Of course I don’t forgive your cowardice, but when did I ever ask for your help?! Mr. Naofumi never made me do anything I didn’t want to do. The spell only made me fight when I was too afraid to have done it otherwise! Mr. Naofumi hasn’t let a monster hurt me, not even once! When I got tired, he always let me rest! Would you reach out to a sick, filthy slave?

(comforting) Mr. Naofumi, please, please, calm down. Let me… Listen to me. Let me earn your trust. Whatever happens, I believe you. I believe you, Mr. Naofumi. I know that you wouldn’t do what they accuse you of. You wouldn’t force yourself on anyone. You aren’t that kind of person. The whole world might accuse you, might blame you, but I won’t. I’ll say it again and again: you didn’t do it. Please believe me. I believe, I KNOW, that you never committed any crime. You gave me medicine, saved my life, and taught me what I needed to survive. You are the great Shield Hero, and I am your sword. No matter how rough the path, I will follow you.