[You're having a jovial conversation with your son]

"Why? Well, of course.. it's because you're my child!

You're fifteen years old..time does fly"

[An old king reminiscing on old times]

"Do you remember the birthday you pushed over the table because there wasn't any meat?

I remembered that today. 

But today, that selfish brat awoke to his obligations as royalty."

[You have confronted the boy pretending to be your son]

"So you weren't Barrage after all.

Aagh, I can't believe it! I didn't want to accept Tiamat's theory, but..."