And completing the list of "things FE10 doesn't like to tell you about the story", for djinn's amusement, the yaoi fangirl fodder scene. Small type for the sake of not taking up a whole page more than for spoilers.
[Part IV Endgame (5); Soren] (*)
Soren: Ike... Um... Were you joking when you said you couldn't remember how we
met?
Ike: Well, sorta. It was a long time ago.
Soren: How could you forget?
Ike: Relax, Soren. I got to thinking, and I remembered. I remember what
happened in Gallia on the day we first met.
Soren: Ike...
Ike: Mother had gone shopping with Mist that day. I was wandering around the
village all alone. I walked to the edge of the forest, looking for a stick
I could pretend was a sword. There was a raven-haired boy lying on the
ground.
Soren: I remember the huge oak tree by the clearing... I'd been sleeping in the
hollow by the roots.
Ike: He looked like he was my age. He was as skinny as a twig, wearing rags and
covered in dirt. He looked like he was near death. I took out my lunch and
I handed it to him. He made a noise like a scared animal and shied away. He
was suspicious of me at first, but eventually he took my sandwich and
started to eat. It was like he'd never eaten before in his life. I didn't
have anything else to feed him, so I told him to come to my house. But he
kept shaking his head no.
Soren: I was afraid you were going to trick me. Afraid that you were going to
chase me away after taunting me with food, just for a laugh...
Ike: I told the boy that I'd bring him some food the next day at the same time
and place. He finally nodded when I said that. It made me happy. I felt
like I was doing something right, helping this boy. Like I was the only one
who'd do that.
Soren: ...I was happy, too. Not just because I wasn't hungry anymore. Because
someone finally would talk to me. So I went back to the village again the
next day. I was scared of the other villagers and their rocks and sticks,
but I still went back.
Ike: That's right. That was Gallia back then. The beorc abused and tormented
the Branded because the laguz shunned them. They wanted to avoid upsetting
the laguz.
Soren: The villagers threw stones at me, called me an animal and a devil. But
on the next day, the village was littered with corpses. Soldiers and
peasants were in a panic.
Ike: It was my dad. He went crazy when the spirit of chaos in the medallion
touched him.
Soren: I walked through the empty streets, checking bodies to see if you were
dead. But I couldn't find you. I decided that you had to be alive. I took
money and food from the village and headed for Crimea, a land of beorcs.
Ike: Soren...
Soren: On my way to Crimea, I kept seeing laguz from the beast tribe. They
were terrifying, but after a while I realized something. They never
attacked me. They all seemed to notice something about me, and then pretend
they couldn't see me. That look was burned into my mind, and it was always
the same. They'd scowl, then walk away like they'd never noticed me. In a
way, that left me feeling older and more alone than if they'd attacked me.
Hate... That I could understand. This was denial. They made me feel like I
wasn't supposed to exist at all. That my simply being alive was an affront
to the world. That was how the beasts treated me. And I hated them for it.
It sat in my heart like a lead bar. Like a glacier.
Ike: ...
Soren: When I reached Crimea, I took refuge in a church along the way. They
took my brand to be a sign that I had been trained in the arcane arts.
They took good care of me, and taught me things. Once I had learned to
speak and behave like other people, I wandered Crimea for several years.
Then I finally found you.
Ike: But I'd...
Soren: Yes. You'd forgotten that day in Gallia. But I didn't care. My only wish
was to see you again. I just wanted to see the only boy who had held out a
warm hand when I had nothing.
Ike: Soren... Don't cry.
Soren: Don't cry? What? I'm not crying...
Ike: Soren, you're smart, but you're no good when it comes to your emotions.
Come over here.
Soren: D-don't treat me like I'm a child! I'm not that--
Ike: Come on.
Soren: Shut up! Shut up...
Ike: Then I'll come over to you.
[he moves over]
Ike: It's all in the past, Soren...
Soren: ...Sniff... Sniff... Gwuh... Wahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!
