▶ Before Battle
Zihark: Hey! Are there really sub-humans about?
Vigilante: Oh yeah, no mistake about it. And they'll as soon kill you as look at you!
Zihark: Where are they?
Vigilante: They're over there...Cunning beast! We're just about to start flushing them out of hiding.
Zihark: I see. If you find one, be sure to give me a call.
Vigilante: Har har! I like that guy. He came to our little town just for the chance to hunt sub-humans!

▶ Death as Enemy
Zihark: Forgive...me... I have not...yet... not yet...saved anyone... Oh...

▶ Death as Ally
Zihark: So this is the...end. Now...I go...to... ...

▶ Battle Initiated with Lethe
Zihark: I'd rather not fight you... Would you please flee?
Lethe: Do you expect me to believe you? Human liar! Hsss!

▶ Lethe talks to Zihark
Zihark: Ah!
Lethe: Grrr! Flee. You're Crimean...I cannot fight you.
Zihark: Hold on! Please!...I am not an enemy to laguz.
Lethe: L-laguz...? How do you--
Zihark: I joined this vigilante group because I knew it would afford me a chance to help you flee. Listen, I'll distract the townspeople. While they're worried about me you can make good your escape.
Lethe: I cannot trust the word of a human.
Zihark: ...I see. Well, if I cut down these vigilantes, will you believe me?
Lethe: Huh?
Zihark: One? Two? All of them? How many do you want? Just give the word and I'll start the cutting!
Lethe: Hsss! Quiet! Why? Why would you...
Zihark: I want to help you....That's all.
Lethe: ...I see... You're not an enemy. That much I'll believe...
Zihark: Thank you. Now, you must hurry away from this place.
Lethe: No, I cannot flee. I have fr-friends with whom I must board a ship.
Zihark: Will you not desist? It's much too dangerous. The vigilantes and Daeins want nothing more than to kill laguz!
Lethe: I'm not leaving.
Zihark: I see...If that's your stance, then I've no choice.
Lethe: Hm?
Zihark: I will join your group.
Lethe: Don't...Don't be ridiculous!
Zihark: What's your name?
Lethe: I am Lethe, but--
Zihark: That's a good name.
Lethe: That's beside the point! You--
Zihark: I am Zihark. Well met, Lethe! Whoops! I don't think we have time for formal introductions. Let's hurry!
Lethe: H-hold it! I have not agreed to this!

▶ Battle Initiated with Mordecai
Zihark: ...Please, run away... I don't want to hurt you.
Mordecai: What are you saying? Why do you look at me with such sad eyes?

▶ Mordecai Talks to Zihark
Zihark: Ah!
Mordecai: You are a vigilante. We must avoid vigilantes. You should flee.
Zihark: You would speak so to the vigilante group that's hunting you? You're a kind laguz, aren't you?
Mordecai: Hm? My words are not good. You must go quickly.
Zihark: No, you are the one who should flee. Leave the rest to me. I'll confuse the townsfolk and give you time to run.
Mordecai: What? Why?
Zihark: I don't want to see any laguz harmed, so I joined these vigilantes as a double agent.
Mordecai: Hmm...? I am confused. But...you do not smell like an enemy. Our group must get on that ship. We are taking it to Begnion.
Zihark: Will you not desist? It's much too dangerous. The vigilantes and the Daeins desire nothing more than to kill laguz!
Mordecai: Even so, we will go.
Zihark: I see...If that's your stance, then I've no choice.
Mordecai: ...
Zihark: I will join your group.
Mordecai: You will betray your friends?
Zihark: I told you, they're not my friends. I am an ally to the laguz. What? You need proof? There!
Mordecai: Why do you drop your blade? That bright metal tool is your only fang.
Zihark: I want you to believe me....Please. You must believe me.
Mordecai: ...I believe you. I am Mordecai, warrior of Gallia. Who are you?
Zihark: I am Zihark. Well met, Mordecai! Whoops! I don't think we have time for formal introductions. Let's hurry.


▶ Base Conversation with Ike
Ike: Do you have a minute?
Zihark: Of course, Commander Ike.
Ike: You and I haven't had very many opportunities to talk, and I--
Zihark: You don't think you can trust me?
Ike: No, it's not that. I'm just curious--I was surprised to see anyone in Toha who chose to fight on the side of the laguz.
Zihark: I joined the Toha vigilantes solely for the purpose of saving laguz. I'm not from Crimea, but when I heard she had joined with Gallia, I envisioned my perfect world, one in which laguz could live normal lives, free of oppression. However, when I came to Crimea, I found things were no different there than in any other beorc nation.
Ike: It was the same for me. I couldn't allow myself to ignore these problems any longer.
Zihark: I'm happy to hear it. Of all the beorc I've ever met, you're the only one who shares my conviction.
Ike: Zihark, is there...some other reason you defend the laguz?
Zihark: I don't follow you.
Ike: You see, I was born in Gallia, or so I've been told. I just wondered if you had a similar reason guiding you.
Zihark: ... Of course I have my reasons. Would you be upset if I didn't want to discuss them? My reasons are...extremely personal.
Ike: No, it's no problem. I wanted a better understanding of what kind of man you are, and I have that now.
Zihark: Can I ask what that is?
ike: You are a good man. I'm glad to have you along.
Zihark: I'm glad to be here. I feel like I'm finally able to do the kind of good I've longed to do for years.


Homasa: You are a swordsman as well. And, it appears, quite skilled! May I ask for a duel?
Zihark: I dislike contests with strangers, but I don't think I can refuse. Can I?
Homasa: Ki-yah!


▶ Description
A wandering swordfighter who joined the vigilantes in Crimea. He wants to help free the Laguz from oppression.

▶ Escape
Zihark: Understood, I'll go ahead. I'll wait for you over there.

▶ Ending
Zihark: Crimea's an interesting place, but I've decided to travel to Daein. Perhaps fate will bring us together again.

▶ Ending (Unused A support with Ike)
Zihark: Crimea's an interesting place, but I've decided to travel to Daein. ...We never did have our match, did we? Of course, I'm no longer in the same class as you... I'll be training hard for the next time we meet!


▶ C Support
Brom: Hmm...? Hey, what are you doing?
Zihark: Hi, Brom. I'm just fixing my shoulder guard. See? It's starting to rip right here.
Brom: Oh, yeah. You don't want to go into battle like that! This one time, I had a... Hey! How do you know my name?
Zihark: Hm? Oh, I'm just good at remembering names and faces. Natural talent, I suppose. Sorry if I got a little fresh with you! Let me introduce myself. I'm Zihark. How do you do, Brom?
Brom: Howdy! Nice to meet you! Fixing a shoulder guard is tough work. What do you do when you're not at war? You work in leather?
Zihark: Nope. Just a swordsman.
Brom: Huh...I didn't know swordsmen could fix something like this. That's quite a skill!
Zihark: I taught myself. Mercenaries don't make good money, you know. I can't afford to visit a tradesman... And...done! All right, that should hold.
Brom: Wow... Isn't that something? I have to teach my youngest son how to do that!
Zihark: How many children do you have, Brom?
Brom: I've got five sons and three daughters. In fact...my oldest girl is just about your age.
Zihark: I figured you would have lots of children.
Brom: How did you figure that?
Zihark: Just look at you, Brom. You're a big man with a big heart. The perfect daddy!
Brom: Y-you think so? Oh, stop! You're embarrassing me!

▶ B Support
Brom: Howdy, Zihark. I had a good time with you the other day.
Zihark: Heya, Brom! You're quite the talker! You made me laugh the whole time. I haven't had such a fun meal in a long time.
Brom: Aw, shucks! That makes me happy that I invited you out.
Zihark: Oh, yeah. This is my share. Take it.
Brom: Don't worry about it. I invited you, remember? It's on me.
Zihark: I can't let you do that, big guy. You invited me on short notice, and I didn't have any cash on me. But today I'm ready, so let me pay for my half.
Brom: Well, even if you want to, I don't even remember how much I paid.
Zihark: The total came to four fifty. I'll give you two and a quarter, and we can call it even.
Brom: Well, aren't you a fine young man! You've got a good memory, and you can do math!
Zihark: That's just my nature. Most mercenaries are basically lazy and sloppy... I think I drive them crazy.
Brom: Nah. That just makes you even more of a true man! I bet you're pretty popular with the young lasses, eh? Eh?!
Zihark: Um...not...really. It would take an... eccentric girl to love a guy like me.
Brom: I tell you, Zihark, sometimes I don't get this world. I mean, even a simpleton like me has a family!
Zihark: Ha! I'm telling you, Brom, you're a good man. Trust me on this one.
Brom: Oh, I have an idea! And it's a humdinger! You should marry my daughter!
Zihark: Um... Er... I should what?
Brom: I don't mean to sound like a proud poppa, but they're all great girls! And if I like you this much, I'm sure that my daughters will like you, too.
Zihark: Heh... Hey, enough with the jokes, Brom...
Brom: How about it? I think you'd be a great match for the oldest one! You're both the same age!
Zihark: Oh, boy...

▶ A Support
Brom: So, anyway... My oldest girl is well built! Actually, she's about my size. But don't worry! She can still work the fields like a man! I'm sure you'll love her!
Zihark: Um...she sounds...lovely.
Brom: Stop giving me such halfhearted answers and start listening! I'm talking about the girl who is going to be your future wife!
Zihark: Brom, listen... I didn't tell you this the other day, but... I have no intentions of getting married now.
Brom: What? Aw, shucks! Why not?
Zihark: I had... I had an important girlfriend before. We couldn't be together because of...complicated reasons... But even now I still think about her. I can't get her out of my mind. I appreciate your kindness, but... Anyway, that's why.
Brom: I see. That's a real shame...
Zihark: But I tell you what! The idea of joining your family was quite appealing.
Brom: Hmm... Then how about my second-oldest girl?! She's a little younger, but don't let that worry you too much! She's a sweetheart, I tell ya! Why, once when the cow got loose, she lifted it right up and hauled it back...
Zihark: No! Wait! That isn't what I meant... Aw, nuts.


▶ C Support
Zihark: Uh...Ilyana? What are you staring at?
Ilyana: Oh? Er... The bag on your hip.
Zihark: It's nothing special. I just carry a vulnerary and some snacks in there. Why? Is there something wrong with it?
Ilyana: Oooh... It smells delicious...
Zihark: Really? That's odd. It's just some dried meat.
Ilyana: Dried meat! So...savory... I'm just...you know. I'm hungry.
Zihark: You're hungry? But I just saw you shoveling down some roast rabbit a few minutes ago! You may look frail, but you can sure throw down the chow! Well, I'm off. Talk to you later!
Ilyana: Oh...good-bye.
Ilyana: What am I going to do? I should have told him I'm starving and nearly ready to collapse from hunger pains. Maybe then he would have given me some of his delicious-smelling snacks. I need food!

▶ B Support
Ilyana: Er... Hello...
Zihark: Hello, Ilyana. You're hungry again, aren't you?
Ilyana: No. Maybe. Fine...yes. I'm starving!
Zihark: How can you possibly eat so much and still be hungry? Last night you swiped the chicken wing right out of my hands! Does casting a few spells really make you that hungry?
Ilyana: To be honest, I don't know why I'm so hungry. I'm never full. I always get hungry as soon as I eat. Normally, I eat about as much food as five people. Today was tough because I only got enough food for three.
Zihark: What?! That's just...incredible! That sounds like a serious problem. Well...good luck with that.
Ilyana: Er... Excuse me? Can you wait for a moment?
Zihark: What?
Ilyana: Er... Haven't you forgotten something?
Zihark: Now, let me think... Nope! Didn't forget anything.
Ilyana: Oh...my mistake, then.
Zihark: See you later!
Ilyana: ... Everyone gave me something to eat but him...

▶ A Support
Ilyana: Oh...
Zihark: Hi, Ilyana. I'm bumping into you all over the place these days.
Ilyana: Yes, you're right. ...
Zihark: What's wrong? You look a little... different today.
Ilyana: Really? How so?
Zihark: Yes, definitely. You're looking cuter than usual.
Ilyana: Really?!
Zihark: Yeah, definitely a little cuter.
Ilyana: ...
Zihark: You're hungry, though. I can tell from the feral look in your eyes.
Ilyana: Feral?! Excuse me?
Zihark: You're a bit of a celebrity among the men in the unit. They say you lure them in with your cute face and then run off with their snacks.
Ilyana: They do?
Zihark: Oh, yes they do! You're a beef jerky thief, aren't you? I know about the apple pie incident, too. Yeah... I know your tricks. Is it true that you don't remember their names, even after they buy you an expensive meal? That's just terrible.
Ilyana: No! It's just that... I collapse into a coma when I get too hungry! That's why I've got to accept everyone's generous food offers.
ihark: Then at least remember their names! Even if you had ulterior motives, everyone likes... Er... Is kind to you.
Ilyana: Sorry...
Zihark: Don't apologize to me. You didn't take my apple tart.
Ilyana: All right.
Zihark: Well, shall we get going?
Ilyana: Pardon me?
Zihark: You're hungry, right? I feel bad about preaching to you, so this dinner is on me.
Ilyana: Are you sure?
Zihark: I'm sure. I can't have you going hungry on me. However, I'm not rich. All I can afford is two dinners.
Ilyana: That's...so kind. That should be enough. I'm so happy! Oh, thank you so much... Um... Er... Ike? No, wait! Um... Bill? Lance? Sword guy?
Zihark: Zihark.
Ilyana: Zihark! Oh, I really appreciate it...


▶ C Support
Zihark: That's strange. I could swear I had it just a second ago. Where did I put...
Muarim: Something wrong?
Zihark: Oh, Muarim. No, not really. I just... I seem to have lost my sword powder.
Muarim: Sword powder?
Zihark: It's used to maintain swords. Swords rust quickly if you don't take care of them. A little powder, a little oil, and a little scrubbing does the trick.
Muarim: Does it come in a small bag attached to a stick?
Zihark: Yeah, that's it! Did you pick it up?
Muarim: No, but...I have seen it before. I did not know that was its name.
Zihark: Hm. Well, it doesn't look like I dropped it anywhere around here. Maybe I lost it when we were marching... Ah, well. Maybe Commander Ike will have some he can share.
Muarim: Being a beorc has its troubles, does it not?
Zihark: You said it. You know, it's times like these I really envy you laguz. You've always got your weapons, and they're always at the ready.
Muarim: ...

▶ B Support
Muarim: Zihark.
Zihark: Oh, Muarim. What brings you here?
Muarim: Did you find the sword powder?
Zihark: Unfortunately, no. I'll need to replace it, I think. I hate to keep borrowing from the others.
Muarim: Can you use this?
Zihark: What's this? Oh, wow... This sword powder looks expensive... You're a laguz. How did you come to have this?
Muarim: Force of habit.
Zihark: I don't follow you.
Muarim: I was once a slave. The nobleman who was my master made me sharpen his blades for him. I was quite adept at it. He would bring them to me unannounced. If I did not have the proper materials to sharpen his swords, he would beat me. I still do not feel comfortable unless I have these materials near me.
Zihark: I'm sorry to have brought up such a painful memory.
Muarim: It is in the past now. Would you like me to sharpen your sword?
Zihark: Thank you, but a true swordsman takes care of his own blade. I appreciate your offer, though.
Muarim: Then at least take this powder. I no longer have any use for it.
Zihark: Muarim... Thanks. You saved me. I'm not just saying this out of gratitude, but...would you care to join me for dinner?
Muarim: I would like that very much.

▶ A Support
Zihark: Muarim.
Muarim: What is it, Zihark?
Zihark: I picked this for you.
Muarim: This is...
Zihark: I've heard the beast tribes are fond of the leaves of this kind of herb. It's fairly uncommon, but I've learned how to spot it.
Muarim: Um...
Zihark: I picked the wrong herb, didn't I?
Muarim: No, no... It's fine. Unfortunately, it is not something that we tigers have a nose for.
Zihark: Oh... I didn't know that. Sorry. An old girlfriend of mine loved the scent of it. I guess I just assumed that all laguz liked the smell as much as she did.
Muarim: You...were involved with a laguz?
Zihark: Yeah.
Muarim: That is very uncommon. I've heard stories of love affairs between beorc and laguz. It must have been difficult. I do not imagine either society would have accepted it with ease.
Zihark: It...was too much for her. We couldn't be married, and the pressure was too much for her to stay with me. But I've never loved another woman. To this day, I think that I never shall.
Muarim: Can I have that bundle of herbs?
Zihark: What? But I thought...
Muarim: It has no effect on me, it's true, but I accept the gesture of kindness you have shown in bringing it to me. And I apologize for bringing up a painful memory of your own.
Zihark: Thanks. You're very kind. Heh. I guess that makes us even, doesn't it?