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Gailardia? Gailardia where are you?!

They like me.

I'm not crying!

They think it's endearing in a twisted sort of way.

Yes you are.

See? They think I'm a charming young man. Of course, none of them compare to Luka.

Are not.

...They have never used to word charming.

Yeah-huh.

So you think.

I am not! [ SOB. ]

...Do you even talk to the maids?

.....Wipe your tears, brother.

Of course, I do! All the time!

[ and he is, this time with the back of his sleeve. quite the manners on this one. ]

No you don't.

Gailardia! That is unbecoming of a gentleman!

How do you know? You're not with me all the time.

[ drops his arm. ]

I talk to the maids enough to know.

Y-yeah, well, it would seem they don't want to tell the truth.

[ sighs ] You're hopeless, Gailardia.

Am not!

You should be more like father! Father is strong and brave and a perfect gentleman!

I am strong and brave and especially the perfect gentleman.

...You cry all the time.

Manly tears.

You really are hopeless.

That's so cruel of you to say, Mary.