Wind Crusader

I love all the music in this game, a few stick out to me though. Mastermind/Nemesis is my favorite track in the game, it's a shame you only hear it for a total of 3 battles in the game. Divine Decree is my official skirmish support grinding music. Chaos (ablaze) has a really awesome drum in it. And last but not least is Id (Purpose) for being one of the best final chapter musics in any game I've played.

Let's see here, Sully: Her personality kills the character for me, I liked her at first but as I got more and more supports the more her personality got to me. Kjelle: I liked her at first, until she described my army as a bunch of newborn kittens, her personality is way worse than Sully's though, at least her mother doesn't call everyone in the army weaklings. Sumia: I don't like pegasus knights in general, I don't like klutzy characters that much either, she also feels pretty daft to me. Cynthia: Pretty much Sumia, but combined with Owain's heroisms? Way too much for me. Olivia: Shyest person in the army, wears the skimpiest clothing, also I have a bias towards dancers. Miriel: The same as a textbook, very little personality at all, also hates fireworks. Say'ri: I find her to be pretty boring and too Japanese for my taste. Yarne: The last member of a proud, warriorlike species, also the biggest coward in the army. Anyone else see the issue here? Tharja: ... *shivers* Gaius: Not a big fan of him, not sure why, possibly his obsession with candy. Vaike: Already covered well enough earlier in the thread. However, I love Laurent since he's different enough from his mother and I also love Severa, I can understand why people dislike her though. Brady and Maribelle are also among my favorite characters as well. Spouse bias, ftw?

I paired her with Virion mainly because Gerome's hair is amazing with that color.

Yes, every confession line is fully voiced out.

Alright, I've got more supports ready for you guys, the rest of my 2nd gen romantic supports will be in this post as they come along. [spoiler=Severa/Yarne] [spoiler=Severa/Yarne C support] Severa: Yarne! Yarne: What's wrong, Severa? You're all out of--- Severa: Don't you 'what's wrong" me! What do you call the last battle?! We'd only been on the field a minutes when you turned tail and ran! Yarne: N-not true! I saw it through to the end! ...Er, from a safe distance. Severa: Pah! What a lame excuse! Yarne: Look, it's just... It's not like you really needed me there. Our foe was way weaker than us. Severa: Keep underestimating the enemy like that and you're going to wind up in a coffin! Yarne: But it's the truth! Severa: And what happens when we go up against a stronger enemy? Hmm? We prepare that much more carefully. We focus harder and we fight stronger! And that goes for them, too. Which means we can't afford any carelessness! Yarne: I... I guess you have a point. Severa: This army has suffered more injuries from carelessness than from enemies, you know? Yarne: All right, all right! I'll be careful not to just leave the easy fight to you guys from now on. Severa: Am I really getting through to you? Yarne: Yes! I told you, I got it! Severa: If you think a quick nod and a smile is going to fool me, you're crazy. I'll stay here lecturing you all day if that's what it takes! Now, take a seat, craven! Yarne: ...There goes the afternoon. Severa: What was that? Yarne: N-nothing, ma'am! [spoiler=Severa/Yarne B support] Severa: ...And another thing about war! Yarne: ...... Severa: It's the easily distracted and complacent people like you who get hurt! And every time you get hurt, allies have to risk their hides to save your sorry--- Hey! Are you even listening?! Yarne: ...How does she never get bored of giving the same speech, day after day? Severa: Yarne! Your internal monologue right now is highly external! Yarne: Gah! S-sorry! I was just kidding! Severa: Ugh. Now, what was the last thing you remember me saying? Yarne: A-all of it! I heard ever word! Severa: Riiiight. Then tell me what combat situations you're best suited for. Yarne: Uh... Ones where... the enemy is really weak? Severa: Very funny, you dolt. In woodlands and other area where mounted units' movement is restricted! That's where your speed and mobility are most advantageous. Ring any bells? Yarne: Er, I'm pretty sure I remember hearing you say... something like that? Severa: Unbelievable. Why are you even here? If you're not interested in fighting, quit! Yarne: I AM interested, and I WANT to fight! I just don't understand why you're so fixated on me! Severa: Because half-baked soldiers like you are a liability to everyone else! You're at least a nominal part of this army, right? So pull your weight for a change! Yarne: Nominal...? That's pretty harsh! Severa: Then prove me wrong! Yarne: Maybe I will! Severa: Good! Now start paying attention! Yarne: Fine! I will! [spoiler=Severa/Yarne A support] Yarne: Ugh, another day of Severa's Basic Training, otherwise known as Pick-on-Yarne Hour... There's got to be a way out of this. Hm... I could fake the plague... No, wait. I did that last time. ...Fake my own death and run? ...No, that's madness. If she found out, she'd kill me for true. Severa: And just where do you think you're going, bunny face? Yarne: S-Severa?! Er, I was just... Just valiantly fighting the impulse to flee? Severa: Flee? You were going to run away? Just where do you get off, buster?! Yarne: (Gah! Severa's even more terrifying than usual today!) (Every animal instinct in my body is screamin "RUN!" in a perfect chorus!) Severa: Don't. You. Dare! Yarne: *Huff* *pant* Whew... Heh... That'll teach you to... try to outrun a rabbit... W-wait a moment... What's that angry blur coming toward me...? EEEEK! SEVERA! I'M GONNA DIE! Severa: ...HAH! Gotcha! And don't even think of trying to run again! Yarne: H-how did a human outrun me? And what possible reason could you have to chase me that hard?! You're wasting your time on me! You know that, right? Severa: ARGH! Just LOOKING at you makes me see red! There is NOTHING more infuriating than watching someone slack off! You've got about three times the natural strength and potential I do, you know? And yet you're just letting it go to waste while I work my butt off just to keep up! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?! Yarne: Severa... I don't... I'm sorry. Truly. I never knew. I always thought I was a lost cause, and I just assumed you'd already given up... Severa: Some days, I'm tempted. Yarne: Look, I'll work to improve, okay? I'll give it my honest best. Severa: ...Promise? Yarne: I do. I doubt it'll be smooth sailing, and I'll probably still make you mad at first... But I'll do everything I can to be a help to you and the others. I swear. Severa: And how can I be sure you're not planning to just run away again? I suppose I'll have to stay close and keep a close watch on you. And... maybe help. Yarne: Well... having you there certainly can't hurt. Thanks for sticking by me, Severa! [spoiler=Severa/Yarne S support] Severa: Hello, Yarne. Yarne: Oh. Hi, Severa. Severa: well, this is unusual. That's taguel armor, isn't it? I don't think I've ever seen you maintaining your equipment before. Yarne: Yeah, it's one of a lot of things I'm just getting around to. After you told me I have potential, I really have no excuse not make myself of use. Right? Severa: Yarne... I'm proud of you. You've finally started taking your role in this war seriously. Yarne: Yeah... Um, say, Severa? Do you think I could maybe ask you a favor? Severa: Let's hear it. Yarne: Well, er... I was just... Severa: What's the problem? I happen to be feeling unusually generous after seeing you shape up. So out with it already! Yarne: W-will you be my girl?! Severa: What?! Yarne: All your lectures made me a better man... It made me realize a basket case like me needs a wise, strong woman to guide him! Severa: A-are you insane?! Yarne: Yes! Insane about YOU! Come on, you said it yourself! I shaped up, and it's all thanks to you! Severa: Y-you have made impressive strides... Yarne: And I'm committed to getting stronger. Strong enough to stand as your equal! So... please? Whaddya say? Severa: ...Are you sure you can handle it? Yarne: Handle what? Severa: living with a woman like me is a lot harder than just winning a few battles. Yarne: Hah! Now THAT I'm prepared for! I've had a lot of practice these last few weeks. Severa: Well, if you're certain, I SUPPOSE I could do you the honor... Yarne: YES! Oh, thank you, Severa! I swear I'll become a man worthy of your love! Severa: Good! Because if you don't, I'll be wearing your pelt for a winter coat! [spoiler=Noire/Owain] [spoiler=Noire/Owain C support] Noire: Hnnnnrrrggghhh! Owain: Whoa, Noire! That an awful big load you've got. What are you up to? Noire: Eep! ...O-oh! Hello Owain. I'm just bringing some ingredients back from the market. Owain: Geez, they look heavy. Here, lemme help you. Noire: Um, but... are you sure? Owain: Sure, I'm sure! Just drop 'em there, and let your white knight take over! Noire: I'm sorry for the trouble. Thank you. Owain: I'm a lone wolf by nature, but the call of an innocent in distress still--- By the red hair of Eliwood! This really is heavy! Is all this stuff for tonight's dinner? Noire: No, not exactly. I thought I'd try my hand at confections. Owain: Ah! And what do you have to confess? Go on now, you can tell old Owain! Noire: Er, no. "Confections." Baked sweets. Little cakes and the like? So I've got flour, milk, eggs, honey, and a few random fruits. Owain: Wow, I didn't know you were such an amazing cook! Noire: Um, well, I haven't cooked anything yet. Actually, this is my first attempt. But maybe you might... try it? I mean... if you... want? Owain: I'd love to! My sword hand is always hungry for conventions! Noire: Um, "confections." It's pronounced... N-never mind. Thanks, Owain. I'll try not to let you down. [spoiler=Noire/Owain B support] Owain: Hey, Noire! I'm here to put some cake in my belly! Noire: Eep! O-Owain! Hello... Owain: Whoa, it smells amazing in here! It's making my mouth water. Noire: I hope it's all right. Some of these proportions are a bit tricky. Owain: I'll let my stomach be the final arbiter of quality here. Give me that! *Horf, snorf, chomp* By the juggled axe of Kieran! This is amazing Noire: R-really? Oh, I'm so glad... Owain: It's like a lightning bolt of flavor from a fluffy nimbus of perfect texture! Is this your mother's recipe? Because it tastes like magic! Noire: I'd always wanted to try it, but... Well, we never had the ingredients. Owain: Ha! Tell me about it! I spent most of my time in the future eating bugs. So what do you call this delicious morsel, anyway? Noire: I... I don't know. The recipe never mentioned a name. Owain: Then I must give it one! Noire: Er... You will? Owain: Sure! If you don't know it, I doubt anybody does, so I may as well give it a new one! Noire: I... I suppose that's okay. Owain: A harmonious clash of sweet and bitter rise up through a field of earthen brown... A single whole, when sliced, shows two tiers joined by icing, as two hearts by love... It's coming to me... Brace yourself! It's... coming... to... me...! Behold! The Garden of Eternal Devotion! Noire: That's... That's beautiful, Owain! You're a poet! You just poemed! Owain: I did? I mean, um... Ha ha ha! Of course I did! Noire: Oh, there are so many cakes I'd like to have you try! But even here in the past, this stupid war makes it hard to find ingredients. Owain: Ha! never fear, my dear chef! I'm sure we'll figure something out. Noire: Um, so if I do... will you name it again? L-like before? I mean, like a poem? Owain: S-sure, why not?! [spoiler=Noire/Owain A support] Owain: Hey, Noire! Noire: Eep! H-hello, Owain... Owain: Any chance you could whip up another cake? I'm craving something sweet. Noire: Oh, I'm so sorry! But I'm all out of ingredients. Owain: Ah... I figured as much. Noire: I really am sorry... Owain: Don't apologize! It's just one more reason for me to fight for peace! Noire: I... I was looking forward to hearing your poems again. Owain: You're really stuck on that, huh? Noire: Eep! S-sorry! I didn't mean to--- Owain: Heh, you sure are jumpy. Anyway, if you could make any cake you wanted, what would it be? The last one tasted like chocolate, but there have to be other kinds. Noire: Well, there are sweet breads you eat with jam and butter... Um, and then spongy cakes that you put berries on... All kinds, really. I don't know which one I'd like to try. Owain: Oof, I shouldn't have asked... I'm drooling just hearing about them! Noire: S-say, Owain...? Owain: Hm? Noire: Could describing them be enough to come up with a name? I mean, um... Could you maybe poem a cake that didn't exist yet? Owain: Sorry, no can do. The engine of inspiration is sparked by frosting on the palate. It's like the flavor shakes the words out of my very soul! Noire: Oh. ...Then I'll just have to try doubly hard to find ingredients. Owain: Just don't do anything crazy, all right? I don't want you robbing an old lady's larder or something. Noire: I won't do... that. Owain: I don't want to know! [spoiler=Noire/Owain S support] Noire: O-Owain! I made another cake! Owain: You did? Can I have a bite? Please? Pretty please?! Noire: Of course! I... I made it for you. Owain: Ooh, now this looks great! Don't blink or you'll miss this disappearing act! *Horf, norf, snark, chomp, shlurp* ...BRAAAAAAAAAP! Oh, gods. I feel it! ...I feel inspiration! Get ready! Here it comes! Noire: I've never been so ready in my life! Owain: The flavores swirl like veining in the marble walls of a giant cakey cathedral! A symphony of scent scintillates the space with notes of supple spice! Citrus-tinged light shines forth as if through a stained-glass window! Here... it... COOOOOMES... The High Temple of Austere Majesty! Noire: A... t-temple? My cake is a temple? Owain: And at it's altar, a prince and princess exchange their wedding vows! Noire: A royal wedding?! Oh my goodness! Owain: Oh, Noire! I cannot bear the thought of life without your sweet cakes! Marry me, Noire! Marry me! Noire: ...... Heh... Heh heh heh... Mwah ha ha ha ha ha! BLOOD AND THUNDER! Owain: Gah! L-look! I'm sorry! You can just say no if you want! It's totally fine! Noire: YOU STOLE IT! Owain: I stole wh-what?! Noire: YOU STOLE MY PLAN! The cake was but a way to butter you up before asking the same question! And now you have o'erstepped your bounds and ruined my plan! INSOLENCE! Owain: B-but wait! We both get what we want! Who cares who asks who first?! Noire: ...... ...Oh. R-right. Yes, of course. I'm terribly sorry. I shouldn't have yelled, Owain. I was just a bit... overcome. Owain: Hey, I know how it goes. I have trouble reining it in sometimes, too. Maybe that's another reason why we'd be good for each other? ...Maybe? Noire: Oh, Owain! I am so very fond of you! I love how you chew with your mouth open! I love how you name your utensils! I love it all! Owain: Now you're making ME feel a little overcome! Noire: Hee hee! [spoiler=Cynthia/Laurent] [spoiler=Cynthia/Laurent C support] Laurent: Cynthia? A word, please. Cynthia: What is it, Laurent? You look even grimmer than usual. Laurent: I wish to speak with you about today's training exercises. Cynthia: Here to tell me what a bang-up job I did? Yeah, I was pretty proud myself. Laurent: I came to inform you that you were drifting ahead of everyone during the march. Cynthia: I wasn't drifting, I was executing the Twelve-Point Hero Spinner of Doom! It's my new superpower move, so I was trying it out to make sure--- Laurent: Please take due precaution to ensure you keep pace with the rest of us. Cynthia: It's called initiative! Look it up sometime! Laurent: It makes you a prime target for snipers and also inconveniences the entire army. Cynthia: I'm tougher than I look, you know? And I already look pretty tough. Laurent: Confidence is meaningless if it leads to wanton hubris. True confidence must--- Cynthia: Okay, okay! Just stop... saying stuff. I'll try to be more careful. Sheesh! Laurent: ---account for many factors, including the spatial relationship of units, as well as... Er, Cynthia? I wasn't done. [spoiler=Cynthia/Laurent B support] Cynthia: Ah... Another day's training done! ...Which means it's just about time for Laurent to show up with his midday lecture. That guy just will NOT let it go! Seriously! Laurent: Ah, good. Here you are. Cynthia: ...Oh. Yippee. Laurent: Do you have a moment, Cynthia? I'd like to inquire as to why you continue to ignore my counsel. Cynthia: ...Yup. Riiight on time. Laurent: ...I'm sorry. I don't understand. Cynthia: I mean I've heard this dumb lecture a bazillion times and I'm tired of it! Laurent:If truly you wish for me to desist, you need only to agree to my reasonable requests. Caution and cooperation are paramount to any successful military collective. The unit stays close so it can aid individual members and better function as a whole. Thus are victories won. And even knowing this, you still insist on outracing the vanguard and charging in. I'm starting to fear this isn't a valid tactic, but instead a juvenile desire for glory. Cynthia: Is anything I'm doing really hurting anyone? No, it isn't! Everyone's fine! ...And I've done nothing that isn't befitting a true hero. Laurent: This army needs soldiers. It does not need heroes. Such antics disrupt the group dynamic and serve no use whatsoever on the battlefield. Cynthia: How dare you say I'm no use in battle! Laurent: That is not what I said. Cynthia: Yes, you did! You've been saying that this whole time! Laurent: If that is how you interpret my words, I will not attempt to dissuade you. Cynthia: You won't? Why not? Laurent: Because I will do whatever it takes to make you stop acting like a selfish child. Cynthia: Oh, that's it buster! That is IT! I've done a LOT more for this war effort than you, Mr. Smarty-Pants! I don't have to take this! Laurent: Everything I'm saying is out of concern for your safety. Cynthia: And I'm saying that my safety is none of your stupid business! So leave me alone! Laurent: Cynthia! Hold! So be it. If that is your wish, I am happy to comply. [spoiler=Cynthia/Laurent A support COMING SOON] Cynthia: ...... Aw, maybe I was a little too hard on him. Laurent's stubborn, but he means well. ...Whoops! Forgot we were in the middle of a training exercise. Time to focus! Laurent: C-Cynthia! Hey! Cynthia: ...Hey? I don't think I've ever heard Laurent say hey bef--- Laurent: Watch out! Cynthia: Watch out for what---? Aaah! ...Huh? Geez, that was a hard fall. So why didn't it hurt? Laurent: Nngh... Cynthia: Laurent?! Oh my gosh, I didn't see you there! Laurent: Apparently not... You were staring off into the distance when the army began marching. You were nearly run over by a ballista. Cynthia: Ooh, I'm sorry! Are you all right? Can you stand? Laurent: I'm perfectly fi--- NNGH! ...Perhaps not. Cynthia: Don't force it! Wait right here--- I'll get a stretcher! Well? Feel any better? Laurent: Some minor pain persists, but I am at least ambulatory once more. The healing spell has done its work. Time will do for the aches. Cynthia: Oh, good... Look, I'm really super sorry. I wasn't paying attention. Laurent: It's all right. Cynthia: No, it's not all right! I've been a big dumb jerk, and you got hurt because of it! I was too busy shouting about I was going to become a hero to listen. If I'd followed your advice, you wouldn't be stuck here now. Laurent: I'm sorry as well, Cynthia. I know how important your aspirations are to you. I ought not to have spoken so dismissively about them. I was being stubborn. Cynthia: It's fine. Laurent: I suppose I'd grown desperate to make you listen. You're strong, and brave, and many of the others look to you as a leader. You're too important to be taking unnecessary risks, however minor. I spoke as I did because we can't afford to lose you, Cynthia. Cynthia: Well, I promise to listen from now on. Double hero promise, in fact. Laurent: Perhaps I ought to have had you dislocate my hip sooner. Cynthia: I said I was sorry! [spoiler=Cynthia/Laurent S support] Cynthia: *Sigh* Laurent: Is something wrong, Cynthia? You seem enervated. You barely touched your plate at dinner. Are you feeling unwell? Cynthia: Forget about me. How are you? Is your hip all right? Laurent: The pain is negligible now. It poses no onstacle to daily life or combat. Cynthia: I'm still really sorry... Laurent: I believe the numerous apologies I have already received made that clear. I appreciated the flowers, by the way. Oh, and the singing telegram. Cynthia: Yeah, but still. You busted your hip because my big booty fell on you. Laurent: Your posterior is not of such ample size that it shattered my bones, Cynthia. And for my part, I was glad you fell atop me. Cynthia: What? Why? Laurent: Because it allowed me to be hurt in your place. Men of most cultures enjoy some fantasy of saving the woman they love, yes? True, I'd hoped it to take place in a combat setting, but this served the purp--- Cynthia: Wait, what?! Back up a step! Laurent: Did you wish me to speak more about the cultural implications of--- Cynthia: No! Back up to the part about the woman you... love. Laurent: Oh. I see. You did not realize that... Oh my. I thought it clear that my persistence was born from concern for your well-being. If I was more adamant than normal, it's because I care for you all the more. Cynthia: I... But then... Holy smokes. B-but I said all those horrible things to you! Laurent: I accept those as the emotional outbursts that they were intended to be. However, there is one favor I might ask of you in return... Cynthia: Wh-what? Laurent: I would ask you to take me as your husband. Cynthia: Laurent, you're a smart guy. Take one look at me and tell me what you think. Laurent: Mmm... Fluttering eyelashes... Fingers twisting through hair... I surmise that your answer is in the affirmative? Cynthia: YES! I love you! Laurent: Oh, happy day! [spoiler=Nah/Brady] [spoiler=Nah/Brady C support] Nah: Ah! B-Brady... Brady: Yeah? Whatcha want? Nah: I don't, er... Nothing in particular. ...... Brady: Then why ya makin' eyes at me? You got something to say or what? Nah: N-nothing! Brady: Then what? Something wrong with you? You coming down with something? Nah: N-no, nothing like that. I'm fine... Brady: Well, you ain't ACTING fine. It's freaking me out! You don't go all quiet when you talk to any of the others. Nah: That's not true! Er, no, it is, but... I'm not being quiet! I'm the same as always... Brady: Sure, fine. Whatever. Nah: ...... Brady: ...You scared of me? Is that it? I give ya the heebie-jeebies? Nah: I'm not scared! Why would I be scared?! That's crazy talk! You're crazy! Brady: Oh, really? Nah: Y-yes, really... I'm not! Brady: Well, whatever it is, I ain't sticking around so you can gawk. I'm gonna fade. Nah: *Sigh* I j-just wanted to talk. When I see that face, though, I clam up... It's not my fault he looks so scary! [spoiler=Nah/Brady B support] Brady: Nah! You all right? Nah: B-Brady? I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? Brady: Uh, because you nearly drowned back there? You sure you're okay? Nah: Absolutely. Really, I'm fine... Thanks to you. At least, I heard it was you who dove in and saved me. My memory is still pretty hazy. Brady: Ugh, who told ya? I asked everybody not to make a big thing outta it... Nah: But it is a big thing, Brady! Especially to me. So, thank you. Brady: Aw, it was nothin'. Nah: Nothing? I could have died! Brady: Not sure how. That water was three feet deep, and that's bein' generous. Nah: Augh... Please, don't remind me. I'm embarrassed half to death as it is. Brady: What about me? I heard you shout for help, so I dove in thinkin' it was deep! Nearly telescoped my damn spine! Nah: ...... Brady: But, hey, I guess we both pulled through. Just be careful in the future, yeah? Nah: ...You're worried for me? Brady: What? W-well, sure, Nah! We're on the same team, ain't we? Nah: You're actually really sweet, you know that? Brady: What? Where'd that come from? Nah: I had you wrong. I thought you were colder. ...Scarier. Brady: So you WERE scared of me! I knew it! Nah: But not anymore! Now I know you're really a good, kindhearted person! Brady: Gah, stop already! I ain't used to praise. It feels almost as weird to hear ya say that as it does you calling me scary! Nah: Good people should be recognized as such. ...Which is why I'm making a point of telling everyone in camp what a sweetie you are. Brady: Hey, hold on! You don't gotta be tellin' no one nothin', see?! [spoiler=Nah/Brady A support] Brady: Um, Nah? Nah: Yes, Brady? Brady: Is it just me, or have you been following me around constantly the last few days? Did you, uh... need something? Nah: Do I need to need something to be around you? Brady: Are ya talkin' legally? 'Cause then I guess not. Nah: Also, I'll be introducing myself as your little sister from now on. Just so you know. Brady: Wait, what? Nah: I always wanted a nice, protective older brother. I'd say rescuing me from drowning qualifies you as nice and protective, no? Brady: Yeah, but not as your brother! Nah: Oh, don't worry. I'm sure you'll fall into the role with practice. Brady: That's not the... Gah, I don't even... Nah: Plus I still feel so terrible for thinking my poor, misunderstood brother was scary. I'll make it up to you from here on as your doting and adorable little sis! Brady: I told ya! Ain't nothin' to make up for! Nah: Every debt left unpaid is a threat to the stability of human-manakete relations. Brady: That your overblown way of saying you're too stubborn to back down on this? ...Fine, then. Do what you want. But ditch the brother-sister stuff! Folks might get the wrong idea. Nah: ...Oh, all right. It's a grave shame, but I'll concede the point. Brady: Well, now that that's settled. See you around, Nah. Nah: But I make no such concession with regards to following you around! Brady: ...Uh, hold on just a second here. Nah: I intend to stay by your side until I manage to repay my debt to you. Brady: Y-yeah, but there's gotta be SOME exceptions! Right? Like, I don't really want ya following me where I'm headed now... But which I mean I expressly forbid ya from following me! Got it?! Nah: What? Why?! Where are you going? Brady: To take a bath! Nah: Eep! S-sorry! I'll, um... I'll see you around, Brady! [spoiler=Nah/Brady S support] Nah: So, where are we headed today, Brady? Brady: "We" aren't headed anywhere. Were you really planning on following me around all day again? Nah: Well, of course! Brady: You don't think that's going a little far? Already told ya I release you from any debt you think you owe and all that malarkey. Nah: Don't be silly. That's not why at all! It's only natural we should be together. We're a couple. Brady: A couple of what? ...Er, and since when? Nah: Well, we spend all this time together, but you say we're not siblings. Brady: 'Cause we ain't! And what kind of crazy jump gets ya from there to being "a couple"?! Nah: Haven't you felt all the envious looks around camp? The others can't help but long for the sort of passion we share! Brady: Gah! Is that why everybody's been leering at me everywhere I go? Nah: They are NOT leering! ...They're celebrating our beautiful union. Brady: Ugh, I feel like I'm losing my mind here! There IS no beautiful union! And we ain't a "we" Nah: You don't have to shout. ...Do you really hate me that much? Brady: I never said that! Nah: Then let's get married! Brady: Slow down, would ya?! I need a little time to think here! Nah: You're divorcing me?! Brady: SLOW DOWN! Nah: *Sniff* Used up and cast aside... Who will love poor Nah now? Brady: Nobody used up anybody! Quit sayin' stuff what gives people funny ideas! Nah: Oh! Remarriage, then? Brady: I have the worst headache of my life right now... Nah: Don't overexert yourself, Brady! You're in no condition to weather needless stress. Please, I'm too young to be a widow! Brady: Just... Can I have a minute here? A quiet one? Nah: Don't worry, darling. If it comes to that, I'll use a dragonstone to transfer my own life force to you. Brady: ...Is that a thing? I didn't know you could do that. nah: I've never tried it myself, but I heard my mother talk about it. She said it was the stone's true power. ...Probably? Brady: What was she, guessing?! Nah: Even if she were, I'll make it work. I'm prepared to give you half of my life. That's what love means to me. Brady: Cheese and peanuts, this manakete love is heavy! ...Still, it feels pretty good to know someone cares that much. Nah: Then let's tell everyone the ceremony's tonight! I always wanted to be an eight o'clock bride! Brady: Er, there ain't no chance I'm getting you to slow down on this, is there? I'll finish the rest of Cynthia/Laurent and Nah/Brady before I go to sleep, so you won't have to wait long. Edit: Updated the last of the supports.

Vaike, because Libra is better off fathering a magic based child. Edit: Unless you want the Lifetaker skill, which is actually pretty good.

The final of my child/parent supports, the sibling support for Brady and Morgan, my first Gen 2 S rank: Kjelle and Gerome AND the friendship support between Frederick and Henry. [spoiler=Yarne/Vaike] [spoiler=Yarne/Vaike C support] Yarne: ...... ...... Vaike: Um, Yarne? Why are ya starin' at me like that? Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on Mother. Vaike: Wh-what?! Cheatin'?! I'd never do such a thing! Ol' Vaike's been faithful to Panne since the day I proposed! Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth... Vaike: Why would you think I was cheatin'? ...Is someone spreadin' rumors? Yarne: Nope. The idea just popped into my head the other day. You see, I got to thinking... What would happen to me if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't good enough? Vaike: Huh? Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both stayed alive. Eventually you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be guarenteed. But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman before I was born. The very instant you made the decision, I would just wink out of existence! The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrrrr... Vaike: ...Huh. I guess I see your point. Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you toe the line! Vaike: Now hold on just a minute! Yarne: Dob't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during battle. ...Just so long as the fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway, I've got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you! Vaike: Oh, for gods' sake... [spoiler=Yarne/Vaike B support] Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father. Vaike: What's wrong, Yarne? Ya look like your world's about to end. Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking about? Vaike: Um... The number of times I lost my axe? Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating! You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to vanish as a result! I just know it! Vaike: Yarne, take it easy! I was just bein' polite. Ya know, pleasantries and tactics and stuff. Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent hearing. Vaike: *Sigh* Believe me, I know all about that... But ya gotta understand, I need to talk to my fellow soldiers--- men and women both. When you're in the thick of a battle, it's vital ya know who you're fightin' with. I mean, what if someone said ya couldn't talk to Lucina ever again? Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem. Vaike: I'm glad ya understand. But I wish you'd just trust me when I say I would never cheat on your mother! Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what about the future? How do I know you'll never change your mind? I mean, you once promised me that you'd return home... but you never did... Vaike: ...Ah. Yarne: ...Er, forget I said that. It doesn't matter. I won't spy on you anymore. But if you break another promise and cheat on Mother, I won't ever forgive you! Vaike: ...Hmm. I think I get it now. In Yarne's future, I die and become the memory of a broken promise... [spoiler=Yarne/Vaike A support] Vaike: Yarne! There you are. I was looking for ya. Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you, I won't spy on you anymore. Vaike: That ain't why I wanted to see ya. I... wanna apologize. In the future, I promised to come back to ya and... I didn't. I'm sorry. Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me! It was a different you from a different time! Vaike: Yeah, I get that. And I also know you're not my son. ...Not exactly, anyway. Yarne: ...... Vaike: We ain't just from different times--- we're from different VERSIONS of time. And yet Ol' Vaike thinks of ya as family all the same. I hope to give ya the things that the father in your future couldn't. ...That is what you want, ain't it? Yarne: I... I guess it is, yes. I know it's not right, but I can't help but think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other women. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving Mother and being someone else's father. It would be like losing him all over again. Vaike: Yarne, what if I made ya another promise? I swear by all I hold dear that I'll survive and that I'll never abandon your mother. I love ya both more than anything in this world. I'd do anything for ya. Yarne: I... I don't know what to say. Except... thank you. Because this time, I believe you'll keep your promise. Vaike: Great! Yarne: Phew! Now maybe I can relax and stop worrying about vanishing from history... You're such a great father! Who's a good father? Yes, whooo's a good father?! Vaike: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but do ya have to pet me like a dog while ya say it? [spoiler=Morgan/Brady sibling] [spoiler=Morgan/Brady C support] Morgan: Let's see here... Birthday? May 5th... Favorite colors? Blue and purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat... Brady: Whatcha mumblin' about over there, Morgan? Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though... Brady: Hey! Morgan! Morgan: Oh! Brady?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own brother paying a visit! Did you need something? Brady: Just wondering what you were yappin' about over there... What is it? Practicing some mew magic spells and all that malarkey? Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha ha! I can just imagine... Brady: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as ever... Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does sound... right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being my brother hasn't really clicked. Brady: If you think it's strange for you, you should see how I feel! My kid sister starts talking to me like a stranger, askin' questions about herself... I had no idea how to even interact with you. Eventually I got used to it, but still... Morgan: Heh, yeah... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, selfless girl! Brady: Heh, and real humble, I see... Anyway, I'm happy to try and help ya get those memories back however I can. Before you know it, we'll be laughin' about the good ol' days --- now included! Morgan: Heh, right! [spoiler=Morgan/Brady B support] Brady: That's the third time today someone took me for a bandit! Next time, I'm gonna... Uh-oh. Looks like some cat's gone boots up over there. ...W-wait, is that... Morgan?! Morgan: Nn... nngh... Brady: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! Stay outta the light, girl! Morgan: ...Wha---?! Brady! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't even remember feeling tired... Oh, right! I was bashing that huge tome against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad... Brady: Bashing your... Morgan, why in the WORLD would ya do that?! Wait, were you trying to get your memories back? Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it... Brady: I'll stop ya even if it's NOT just for fun, ya damn moron! Look, I know you want your memories back, but hurtin' yourself ain't an option! Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again. Brady: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want ya safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the future, with Ma and Pop gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I had, Morgan, and I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to ya. Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Brady. Brady: As long as you understand. Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me messing up and you scolding me felt... I don't know, it felt really plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something! Brady: Er, I dunno... Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, scream at your amnesiac sister, Brady! Brady: Huh? Naw, I ain't comfortable with--- Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective aas either one by itself, right? That's just basic science. Brady: You're insane! I'm outta here. [spoiler=Morgan/Brady A support] Brady: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town. Wanna tag along? Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need? Brady: I might pick up a couple of things, yeah. But mostly I there's somethin' YOU need. Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it? Brady: The opposite, actually. Maybe there ain't no need to worry about your memories, yeah> Morgan: That... makes no sense. Brady: Look, I'll be honest--- it kinda kills me to know ya forgot me. But... maybe it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones. Morgan: What do you mean? Brady: I been thinkin' about this a lot. Why ya might've lost your memories, I mean. And I'm wonderin' if ya didn't have some awful memory ya just couldn't live with. ...I know I sure got a few. I see a lot of faces, yeah? Folks we couldn't save... Morgan: ...... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Brady... Brady: Look, it's just a theory, and even if it's true, it ain't like you did it consciously. But I think that gettin' your memories back might not necessarily be good for ya. Morgan: Hmm... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought... But I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure there'll be plenty of great memories mixed with the bad ones. And the truth, whatever it is... I really want to have that back, you know? Brady: Well, long as you're sure, then I'm happy to help. Morgan: That's really kind of you, Brady, but do you realize what you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever. Brady: I'm already stuck with ya forever, ya dimwit! I'm your brother. We're family--- memories or no. Ya couldn't keep me away. Morgan: Brady, I... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can! Brady: Then start by comin' with me into town. Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories back. Brady: Hey, there's no rule what says ya can't have a little fun while you try. And there ain't no rule against makin' happy new memories, either. You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later, yeah? Morgan: Right... You're right! Thanks, Brother! [spoiler=Kjelle/Gerome] [spoiler=Kjelle/Gerome C support] Kjelle: ...Good. I think that's enough lance practice for today. It will be difficult, but I shall master every weapon in our arsenal. Only then will I be the best and most powerful fighter on the battlefield! Gerome: ...Ahem. Kjelle: Are you spying on my practice sessions? Because I find that thought disturbing! Gerome: I just happened to notice you as I was passing by. That's all. Kjelle: Then keep passing by until I can't see you anymore! Gerome: All right. Kjelle: Ta-ta, then. Gerome: ...Oh, there's just one thing I wanted to say. Kjelle: What is it? Gerome: When thrusting with the lance, you should push with your leg and stomach muscles. You used only your arms just now. Such technique will betray you in battle. Kjelle: L-look, I was... That is to say... I was just about to fix that! ...And you were spying on me, weren't you? Gerome: I'll leave you to it, then. Kjelle: Oh, that man is insufferable! [spoiler=Kjelle/Gerome B support] Gerome: Hello, Kjelle. More weapon work today? Kjelle: I must be ever vigilant with my training and fitness. A soldier must always be in top condition if she is to survive the rigors of war. Gerome: ...... Kjelle: Gods, those meaningful silences of yours are very annoying. ...Anyway, what do you think of my lance work? I fixed that problem you mentioned. Gerome: Much better. You now place your whole body behind the thrust. Kjelle: See? I told you I would fix it. In fact, just before you--- Gerome: However, your footwork is lacking. Kjelle: What's wrong with it? Gerome: You're throwing too much weight into the thrust and becoming unbalanced. It's a common enough mistake. More practice should fix the problem. Kjelle: Grr... Gerome: You sound displeased. Kjelle: It's all right for you, isn't it?! Gerome: I'm not following. Kjelle: No matter how hard I train or how much I practice and train, I'll never beat you! Gerome: I wasn't aware that was a consideration. Kjelle: Don't play dumb! You look down on me because I'm a woman, don't you? The fact that I'll never be as good as you justifies the prehudice in your own mind! Gerome: Don't be absurd. I'm just offering advice. Kjelle: Well, I need to get back to my practice, so advise someone else! Gerome: As you wish. Keep up the training. Kjelle: Arrrgh! I don't need you to tell me that, you patronizing know-it-all! ...That does it. Next time, I'm going to be perfect just to shut you up! [spoiler=Kjelle/Gerome A support] Kjelle: Hello, Gerome. Gerome: Oh, hello. I was just passing by randomly and thought--- Oh, are you training? Forgive me. Kjelle: Liar! I saw you skulking in the shadows. You were trying to spy on me again! Gerome: ...It's true. Kjelle: It is?! Gerome: I know I shouldn't, but I was curious. I had to see how you were progressing since our last conversation. Kjelle: Well, to be honest, I did want to show you something... Nnnnnnnnngh... Hiyaaah! What do you think? Not bad, eh? Gerome: Flawless. I would change nothing. Kjelle: Yes! You finally admitted I can do something right! Gerome: ...I'm surprised you're so thrilled to gain my approval. Aren't you putting too much stock in one man's opinion? Kjelle: When we were children, I decided that you would be my eternal rival... And I've been playing catch-up ever since! I've never been able to do anything that was good enough for you... until today! THAT is why I'm excited! Gerome: In that case, it appears I have been negligent. Kjelle: What do you mean? Gerome: If I am your rival, then I must begin training with renewed intent. If you will excuse me... Kjelle: I knew picking you as a rival was the right decision! Of course, now that I've inspired you to train more, I have to do the same. Gerome: I would expect no less from my rival. Best of luck to you. Kjelle: And to you! [spoiler=Kjelle/Gerome S support] Gerome: Hah! Kiya! Aaaaaand, YAAAH! ...Yes. That felt right. Kjelle: Looks like someone's hard work is paying off. Gerome: Kjelle! ...I didn't know you were there. Kjelle: Hah, not such a pleasant feeling being spied upon, is it? Gerome: Oh, I don't mind. ...If it's just for a while. So, what did you think? See anything that needs work? Kjelle: You were flawless as ever, damn you! I thought I was closing the gap, but I've clearly got a long way to go. Gerome: ...Good. I feared that I was no longer worthy to be your champion. Kjelle: Er, that's "rival." Not "champion." Gerome: How could I claim to be protecting you, if you were the stronger of us? It would be nonsense. Kjelle: I really think you misunderstand the purpose of a rival. Gerome: It was you who drove me to hone my martial skills with such single-minded dedication. If I neglected my training, even briefly, you would end up having to protect me. And I... could not allow that. Kjelle: Now hold on a damn minute, is it because I'm a--- Gerome: When it comes to skill with weapons, I will never allow you to best me. For I have swore an oath... to protect you for as long as I humanly can. Kjelle: Oh, Gerome... That is... That is... Completely unacceptable! Gerome: What? Kjelle: Did you ever consider that maybe I want to protect you? Or that I also swore an oath? That the reason I train so hard is so I might one day keep you safe from harm?! ...Look. Maybe we can do it together. Train? Frow strong? Then we'll both be powerful enough to protect each other. Would that be so bad? Gerome: ...Mmmm... I could accept this arrangement. Kjelle: Then it's time to start training for real! Gerome: ...Oh. I'll leave you to it then. Kjelle: ...I mean together, Gerome! We train together! Gerome: Ah. Right! Of course! Suppose I'll just... join you then? [spoiler=Frederick/Henry] [spoiler=Frederick/Henry C support] Frederick: HENRY! CAN YOU HEAR ME?! Henry: Oh, hey, Frederick! What's up? Frederick: You were absent at today's training session? Henry: Training session? First I've heard of it! Frederick: Surely you recall Chrom reminding everyone in his address to the troops yesterday? Henry: Ooooooooooooh, THAT traing session! It must have slipped my mind. Frederick: Then you weren't absent due to injury or illness? Henry: I WISH I had an awesome illness, but no. I'm right as rain. Frederick: That's good to hear. However I'm quite disappointed you missed the session. Being prepared for battle is a matter of life and death. Henry: Aw, don't worry about me, Frederick. I'm not going to die so easily! Frederick: What makes you, out of all your comrades, so uniquely immune to war's perils? Henry: Oh, you know. Stuff and things. Frederick: I do NOT know! Training is essential for all soldiers, and that includes you! Henry: Okay, fine! Geez, careful not to twist your smallclothes there... Frederick: H-Henry? Where are you going? I'm not finished with you yet! Henry: I'm going to the training ground! Want to join me? Frederick: Me? Henry: Nya ha ha! Just kidding! Frederick: About going to train? Or inviting me along? Henry: Hmm... You know, I'm not even sure myself. Welp, see you around! Frederick: Henry, wait! Are you going to train or not? It's a matter of life and death! Bah! What an aggravating young man! [spoiler=Frederick/Henry B support] Frederick: HIYARGH! GARH! Henry: Working up quite a sweat there, eh, Frederick? Frederick: Ah. Hello, Henry. Have you come to train at long last? Henry: Oh, no! Just to watch. Frederick: Such an attitude ill serves a Shepherd. Come, let us train together. Henry: Why did you spend so much time training, anyway? It looks exhausting! Frederick: Because I know that anything can happen on the battlefield. I do not want my dying thought to be "if only I had trained a little harder." Henry: I want my dying thought to be about blood! ...Or maybe ichor. Frederick: Enough chitchat! Fetch a wooden shield, and take some swings at me. Henry: No need. I'm not going to die anyway. But good luck with that! Frederick: HALT! You shall not escape my watchful gaze today! Henry: Whoa, easy there, Frederick! You're bruising my arm! ...Oooo, look at the colors! Frederick: Enough dillydallying! Let's train! One, two... together! HIYARGH! GARH! Henry: ...Aw, man. I knew I shouldn't have come here. Frederick: What did you say?! Henry: Oh, nothing. But I suppose a bit of practice won't hurt. [spoiler=Frederick/Henry A support] Frederick: Ah, Henry. Have you come to join me in training again? Henry: Yeah, I was kinda bored, so why not? Frederick: You feign nonchalance, yet you attend every one of our training session recently. Henry: Yeah, I know. It's funny, but I'm actually starting to enjoy it! ...Sort of. Frederick: Listen close, Henry. I have something I would tell you... Henry: Yes? Frederick: *Sniff* Wh-when you say that, it fills my heart with happiness! Henry: H-hey, Frederick! Easy with the bear hug! These little bones might snap like... Oh, whoa! Are you CRYING?! Frederick: Tears of joy, my young friend! For at last you are a devoted and committed soldier! Henry: I always WAS! Frederick: Continue this hard work, and you will win the respect and praise of everyone in the army. Henry: You really think people notice what I do around here? 'Cause I doubt it. I mean, what kind of things do they say about me now? Frederick: I'm sure of we were to ask Chrom, he'd say you are his most trusted lietenant. You are the hope of the future and the greatest prospect this army has. Henry: Nya ha ha! If you lay it on any thicker, I'll be smothered to death! But I'm not training to make myself look good in front of my comrades, you know? Frederick: Then why, pray tell? Henry: Well, because the more I practice, the more stuff I'm able to do. I like being good at lots of things. Frederick: And that's sufficient motivation to put yourself through this torture? Henry: It's not torture! It's fun! Now I can sneak up behind foes really easily, and my curses work better, too. Frederick: I-I see. I'm glad you enjoy it... when I find it so... difficult. Henry: I can't believe anyone ever complains about training. What's so hard about it? Frederick: Perhaps if you train enough, you will learn the meaning of work and self-sacrifice. Come then! Let us grow strong together! Henry: Hey, sure! I've got nothing else going on today. Whew, I'm beat, more to come, when I wake up that is.

Reporting in with 2 more completed supports [spoiler=Cynthia/Gaius] [spoiler=Cynthia/Gaius C support] Cynthia: Now then, let's see what the flowers say, Option one, option two, option three... Gaius: Cynthia? Why are you plucking the petals off that poor dandelion? Cynthia: Oh, hello, Father! You're just the person I wanted to see! I'm using flower fortunes to choose an entrance flourish for the next battle! Buuuut I'm still having problems deciding, so I need to know what you think. Gaius: Er, I don't know anything about flower fortunes OR "entrance flourishes." Cynthia: Well then, let me lay them out, and you can decide what sounds best. The first option is to ignite a huge plume of purple smoke and come racing out of it! Gaius: ...Oh. Cynthia: Option 2 is to step onto the field amidst a shower of fluttering violet petals... Gaius: ...Ooo-kay. Cynthia: Option three is to suddenly burst out of a farmhouse in the middle of the battlefield! Gaius: ...... Cynthia: So, what do you think, Father? Which would you prefer? Gaius: Um... Well, if I had to choose... Maybe the falling-petals one? Cynthia: Wait, truly? Well, THAT'S a surprise! I didn't think it was your style at all. But if that's what you want, I'll start collecting petals! Gaius: Cynthia, this entrance you're planning... It isn't for me, is it? Cynthia: Of course it is, silly! Why else would I ask your opinion? Hee! I'm surprised you chose the flowers, but I'm glad you did. It's my favorite! Gaius: N-no, wait! Just a moment! *Sigh* ...What have I gotten myself into? [spoiler=Cynthia/Gaius B support] Cynthia: I am SO sorry, Father. Gaius: I should hope you are! You nearly buried me alive under all thos balsted petals! Cynthia: I know. I asked Mother to help out, and we ended up collecting thousands! Gaius: You roped Sumia into helping you with this ridiculous project? Cynthia: Of course! We wanted to do something special for our dear father and husband! But you DID look really dashing and heroic out there in the field! ...At least, you would have, if anyone could have seen you in that blizzard of petals. Gaius: In any case, there are to be no more entrance flourishes. Understood? Cynthia: Aww, but I had SO many more wonderful ideas! ...Can I at least pick a special catchphrase for you to shout at the start of battle? Gaius: Cynthia! War is a serious buisness. We're not playing games out there. Cynthia: ...I-I know. I'm sorry. I just want to make you happy and give us something fun to talk about and... Oh, pegasus poop! I just don't know what to do! I mean, what ARE fathers and daughters supposed to do together? Gaius: Gods, Cynthia, don't be silly. You don't have to make such an effort to think of fun things for us to share. Just spending time with you is enough for me. Cynthia: Truly? Just... being together is enough? Gaius: Of course. Cynthia: Oh, Father! You're SUCH a great guy! It's no wonder Mother fell in love with you! Even if you're just being polite, you're doing it because you like me! You're the BEST! Gaius: Unnngh... Cynthia... D-don't hug... so tight... Can't b-breathe... C-crushing... ribs... [spoiler=Cynthia/Gaius A support] Cynthia: Father! Will you brush my hair? Pleeease? Gaius: Er, I'm sorry, Cynthia, but I'm a little busy at the moment... You haven't left my side lately... Are you sure you don't have other things to do? Cynthia: Well, you said that spending time with me was fun! Riiight? Hey, why don't you come to town with me? We'll spend the whole day together! Gaius: Uh... now? Cynthia: Yes, now! We'll walk the streets and visit the market and hold hands the whole time! Then we can find a tasty cake shop and when evening falls we can go caroling and--- Gaius: All right, Cynthia, that's enough now. Look, I know we're family, but even family needs time apart sometimes. Cynthia:---and eat pie, and it'll totally be the best day ever! Gaius: Are you even listening to me? Cynthia: You... will remember me, won't you, Father? Even once the Cynthia of this world is born? Gaius: ...... Cynthia: You see, I DO understand how this time-travel stuff works. I know you're not my real father. That man exists in another history. So as soon as the me from this time is born, I promise to leave you alone. It's just that... until that happens, I want us to spend as much time together as we can. Then, when you have a proper family, at least we'll still have our memories. Gaius: I... I didn't realize... Cynthia: Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm ever so grateful for this time. You've shown me what it's like to have a father, and you've been so nice to me. But I know that, in the end, your love is meant for the other me. Gaius: *Sniff* Cynthia: Father, are you... crying? Oh, silly! I didn't mean to make you sad... It's nothing to be sad about! Besides, we can't very well have my hero all teary eyed, can we?! I don't want to remember you like this. I want to remember you how you really were. Strong, and kind, and brave... My father, my hero... and my friend. [spoiler=Noire/Ricken] [spoiler=Noire/Ricken C support] Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle* Ricken: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying? Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight. Ricken: That's an awfully strange hex... But wait, why would she do that in the first place? Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff/ uses me as her guinea pig. Ricken: That's terrible! Here, take my handkerchief. Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!* Ricken: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up. Noire: Er... are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep. Ricken: Gosh, that's... kind of pathetic. Noire: ...Yep. *sniff* Ricken: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait--- I'll prove you can depend on me! Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff* [spoiler=Noire/Ricken B support] Ricken: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff* Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do. Ricken: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse. Noire: Just like before... Ricken: Urgh... You did say that was how it played out in the future... *sniff* But look at the bright side--- at least your gex is broken now! *sniffle* Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself. Ricken: I guess some things were just meant to be... Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before... Ricken: Hmm? Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff* Ricken: *Sniff* Aw, don't cry, kiddo. Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS! Ricken: Er... kiddo? Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face! Ricken: Noire?! What are you... Noire: *Ahen* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head... Ricken: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff* [spoiler=Noire/Ricken A support] Ricken: Do you have a minute, Noire? Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it? Ricken: Have a look. Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me? Ricken: Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I swiped these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you. Noire: You... you took away Mother's tools? But... you never did anything like this before... Ricken: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change. Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them. Ricken: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us--- you, me, your mother... everyone. Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again. Ricken: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death! Noire: That's... a little much, perhaps? But thanks. Ricken: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS! Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys. Ricken: Yikes! I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you! Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better! More will be coming soon.

I thought I already posted Gerome/Virion's parent/child support so here it is [spoiler=Gerome/Virion] [spoiler=Gerome/Virion C support] Virion: Hello, Gerome. Gerome: What do you want? Virion: Oh, nothing in particular. I just--- Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends. Virion: Apparently not. But what of your family? Gerome: ...... Virion: I was thinking: we're father and son... Perhaps it's time we started acting like it? Lucina calls Chrom 'Father," you know? We could start there. Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger. Virion: Gods, is everyone so tactless in the future? I know your true father is gone, and I know you must miss him greatly. ...But I thought perhaps our relationship could help heal that wound. Gerome: Then you are a fool. Virion: Goodness! From the mouth of my own child! I'll have you know, Gerome, that I'm only offering this out of a sense of--- Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and clean Minervykins before bedtime. Virion: ...Minervykins? Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is contagious! Virion: *Sigh* That child... [spoiler=Gerome/Virion B support] Virion: Hello, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of little Minervykins? Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have misheard. Virion: Ho ho, no need to get your smallclothes in a twist, Gerome. Cherche sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the habit as well. Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that. Virion: You know, you're kind of adorable when you're flustered! Gerome: ...... Virion: All right, all right. No need to glare now! I meant no offense... Gerome: ...Apology accepted. Virion: Heh, well that is most generous of you, Your Grace... Though I must say, seeing you so angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche. Gerome: What do you mean? Virion: Hmm? Oh, er, nothing... Hey! Is that your Minerva over there? Gerome: It is. Virion: Hmm, more intimidating than Cherche's... Scarier, more ferocious... Gerome: Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smoky eyes... She's such a cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that! Virion: I didn't trick you into anything... You said it all by yourself. Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me! Virion: Heh, adorable when he's flustered indeed... [spoiler=Gerome/Virion A support] Virion: Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, I see? Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere? Virion: It's nothing so sinister as your tone implies, I assure you... I wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son... Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might--- Gerome: I have no sensitive side. Virion: Ah, right. And what about when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo? The look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I--- Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ...... ...Er, Minerva? Virion: Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I am family. There, there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you? Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family? ...... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish... Virion: And what did Minerva say? Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand her? Virion: Er, well... It's an acquired skill. Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father. Virion: ...Did you just call me Father? Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving! Virion: W-wait, Gerome! Son! Let's hear it just one more time! Gerome: Bah, enough already! And here's Morgan/Maribelle [spoiler=Morgan/Maribelle] [spoiler=Morgan/Maribelle C support] Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. It's one big blank. Maribelle: What are you doing, Morgan? Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? "We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that bing us." So yea, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... thing! Maribelle: Sure it is, dear. Sure it is. Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that link us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back? Maribelle: Of course, darling. I'd be happy to. Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started! Maribelle: Well, she's an energetic one... [spoiler=Morgan/Maribelle B support] Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment? Maribelle: For you, dear? Of course. Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! Step one--- figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better? Maribelle: First things first--- no more head smashing, understood? Children these days, I swear... As for your dilemma... Have you considered just staring at my face for a while? Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here goes... ...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?" Maribelle: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day? Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Mother! [spoiler=Morgan/Maribelle A support] Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob* Maribelle: Come now, darling. No tears. Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob* Maribelle: Morgan... Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...What---?! Maribelle: What's wrong?! Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I won't stop trying until I remember everything about you. Maribelle: You just take all the time you need, dear. Mother will always be here for you. Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.

Even more parent/child supports [spoiler=Owain/Stahl] [spoiler=Owain/Stahl C support] Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-what's this? Blood... raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual! Stahl: Owain? Is everything all right? Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer! Stahl: Why? Did you catch something? Do you think you're contagious? Owain: The blood of heroes that course through my veins hungers for fresh prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee safety! I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father! Stahl: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did someone curse you? Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay, raging blood! Stahl: All right, Son, just stay where you are--- I'll get your mother! Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not strictly necessary. This pain is nothing to a man like me! Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go to get Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well... [spoiler=Owain/Stahl B support] Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you? Stahl: Of course I'm upset! You started moaning and shouting out of the blue! Your mother and I were terrified! *Sigh* Look, I AM relieved you're all right. But what was ll that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage acting? Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv--- Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide and time! Stahl: And you're not ashamed to spout those lines? ...That makes one of us. Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of an earlier, simpler time... Stahl: Well, a future where everyone talks like you sounds a bit--- ...OWAIN, GET DOWN! Owain: What?! Stahl: ...Grah! Owain: Your shoulder! Father, your hit! Stahl: Nngh... Archers... in the trees... They fired on you... But I'd never let them hurt my son... We're outnumbered... We have to get out of here! Now GO! Owain: R-right! Stahl: We lost them... We should be safe here. Owain: Gods, not again... Stahl: Hmm? Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er... Stahl: This is how what happens? Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff* Stahl: Owain? Owain, are you crying? What's wrong? Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was... just more improv, all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother. Stahl: A-all right. I'll be here. [spoiler=Owain/Stahl A support] Owain: Father, how's the shoulder? Stahl: Fine, thank you. Nearly healed. It wasn't much of a wound to begin with, fortunately. Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if... if I got you killed again. Stahl: Ah, so that's what this was about... I die protecting you in the future? Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back! Stahl: At least it sounds like I died with no regrets. Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I... I lost control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it. Stahl: I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future... Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone--- not once! You and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a heroine who game me life and a hero gave his life to save mine. Stahl: Wait. So all this talk about have the blood of heroes in you... You were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so--- ...Wait a second. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids... Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for... dramatic effect. Stahl: ...Wait, WHAT? Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you understand? From now on, we fight injustice together! Stahl: ...Thank you, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are so proud of everything you've become... Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood... boiling once again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my sould and set me ablaze! Stahl: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at least... [spoiler=Brady/Avatar] [spoiler=Brady/Avatar C support] Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You know, the expensive junk. Avatar: Um... Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and ready to go--- just the way ya like it. Avatar: Uh, Brady? Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter! Avatar: Oh, right. S-sorry... *sip* ...But, Brady? Brady: Yeah? Avatar: What did you mean, "just the way I like it"? I hardly ever drink tea. Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime. Avatar: I've had the odd cup here or there, but I don't recall ever having "teatime." Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up? Avatar: Considering I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I'm guessing she did. Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right about now! Avatar: Er, what exactly did she tell you? Brady: Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol' Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! Brady: ...Oh, and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm. Avatar: ...When did my life get so weird? [spoiler=Brady/Avatar B support] Brady: Sorry about last time, old timer. Avatar: What, the tea? Hardly something to apologize for. I was happy for the chance to chat. Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway, I brought my violin by way of apologizin'. Avatar: ...I'm sorry? Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a violin performance. Avatar: It... does? Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what Ma said. Avatar: Brady, listen to me. No one has ever apologized to me that way before. ...EVER. Your mother's having fun with you again. Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna--- Avatar: Brady, wait. Brady: What?! Avatar: As long as you're here, let's enjoy a nice chat and forget about Maribelle. I'm almost thankful, really. If not for her japes, you'd probably never have come by. Brady: Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy! Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit. Avatar: It's settled then! Pull up a seat... [spoiler=Brady/Avatar A support] Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says--- Avatar: Heh heh... Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet. Avatar: I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady. I'll admit, I was a little shocked when I first saw you. You seemed a bit... scary. Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a better job raising the real deal. Avatar: What, you mean the Brady from this era? Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exaclty. Avatar: ...... Brady, I... Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like. Avatar: Brady, how can you say that after we've gotten so close? You think I'd just cast you aside once my son is born? I would never do that. You're my friend, Brady. ...And my son. Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I'd decided not to cry, and then ya go and say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just... remember that we were good pals once, yeah? Real chums. Avatar: I could never forget you, Son. I'll remember you till the day I die and love you as my future self would. Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin;. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer! Avatar: Well then, it's settled. Guess your pop can't very well die now, can he?

Two more supports for you all! [spoiler=Laurent/Henry] [spoiler=Laurent/Henry C support] Laurent: This is yours, I presume, Father? I found it lying on the ground. Do try to better secure your belongings in the future. Henry: Nya ha! You sound just like your mother, Laurent. Laurent: Naturally. She IS my mother. Henry: Well, yeah, but still... You two are so alike, I sometimes wonder if you inherited anything from me! Laurent: Don't be absurd, Father. Of course I did. Henry: Oh yeah? Like what? Laurent: Like... the color of my hair. Henry: Well, yeah, but that's not exactly what I was talking about. Anything more substantive? Maybe you have a gift for cursing folks? Laurent: Hmm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank. Henry: See, that's what I mean. You're always so serious and... wordy. You should try loosening up a bit. Maybe act a little more your age. Laurent: We're at war, Father. Acting like a child is hardly behavior to be encouraged. Besides, I'm a grown man. Older than Lucina at this point, I suspect. Henry: Wait, how could you be older than Lucina? She's already been born here, but your mother and I haven't had you. Laurent: I... I fear I've no more time to chat today. Now if you'll excuse me. Henry: Laurent, wait! ...What was that all about? [spoiler=Laurent/Henry B support] Henry: Hey-o, Laurent! Laurent: Father. How may I help you? Henry: I've been thinking about how you said you were older than Lucina... That makes no sense to me. Care to explain? Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among era is imprecise. There are... variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two years ago. I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years. Henry: Ack, there's that much of a spread between where you landed? Er, when you landed? Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in terms of physical age. Henry: Yikes. So you've been in this era for five years all by yourself? Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish behaviors. I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if you'll excuse me... Henry: Laurent, wait! Why didn't you ever mention any of this before? Cut off from everyone else for five whole years... You must've been lonely! Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on my own. Henry: Laurent... [spoiler=Laurent/Henry A support] Henry: Laurent. Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before. Henry: Yep, you were. But today's different. Because today... Coochy coochy coo! Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?! Henry: Ah-hah! So you CAN smile! Laurent: I beg your pardon?! Henry: You're always so bent on being such a serious, proper adult. I worry that you put too much pressure on yourself. Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child! Henry: Age has nothing to do with it. It doesn't matter if you're older than Lucina. Or even older than me! You're still a child. You're MY child. ...You're my son. Laurent: Er, I... Henry: And you're not alone anymore, so stop isolating yourself. You've got friends, and you've got me. Laurent: ...... You're right. All that time, it was... I was so lonely. Year after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet up with the others but knowing how miniscule my chances were... I had no one to help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was... awful. Many nights, I thought I'd die alone. That the pain would kill me, or... Henry: Aw, I'm sorry I didn't find you earlier, Laurent. You forgive me, right? The important thing is, I'm here now, and I'm never gonna leave again! [spoiler=Nah/Libra] [spoiler=Nah/Libra C support] Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world! Libra: What's wrong, Nah? You seem like you're in quite a mood. Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends almost all of her time running around camp playing games. Libra: How odd. I was just thinking how the two of you are so alike in many way... But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is--- I wouldn't want her to change. Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant, she'll never learn to act her age! Libra: Well, I... Nah: What do you even like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible, and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in her... Unless... you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her--- Libra: What?! D-don't be ridiculous! I knew exactly what I was getting into. Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I? Libra: No, no... I was well aware of her... frivolous side, I find it charming. Yes, indeed. Charming. Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it out. Why DID you marry her? Libra: Enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like this. Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT! [spoiler=Nah/Libra B support] Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation. Libra: Nah, you're incredibly persistent, but that discussion is over. I'm not getting into anymore detail about why I chose your mother, and that's final! Bah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL! Libra: Heh, you're a little young to understand about a "woman's heart," yourself. Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder any woman deigned to choose YOU... Libra: Nah, I know what you're trying to do here. But don't forget, I AM your father. If you keep this up, I WILL get upset, and I WILL punish you... Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry... I swear. Libra: All right... I appreciate the apology. Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in yourself to forgive me. Libra: Yes, of course. But--- Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be... going now. Libra: No, wait, Nah. Nah: Yes? Libra: You seem so crestfallen... Are you all right? Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry over a simple, innocent question... Libra: Um, yes, well... See, it's just--- Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship. Being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment. Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day. Libra: B-b-but... ...Is this really what I have to look forward to for the next decade? [spoiler=Nah/Libra A support] Libra: Nah... Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you? Libra: About the other day, when you said you were used to disappointment... What exactly did you mean by that? Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home. Libra: Wait, you mean Nowi wasn't around to raise you? Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child. Libra: Don't say that. Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would stop... hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was utterly alone. And I never once mentioned how much I missed my father and mother. *Sniff* I... I didn't even ask... when... when would they come back for me... Libra: ...Nah... Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking so many questions and making you angry... Libra: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you anything you want to know--- even the embarrassing story of our courtship... And if you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for you. As long as I'm around, you won't ever be lonely again. Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father! Libra: Not at all, Nah. Now, tell me, what do you want to know? Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail! Libra: Oh, dear. All right, well... as you know, your mother has always looked young, and... I'm grinding these out like a mad man, more coming shortly.

Here comes the first support of my 2nd wave [spoiler=Severa/Lon'qu C support] Severa: Hey! I think it's time for Daddy-Daughter Day! Lon'qu: ...Why? Severa: Does a daughter NEED a reason to spend a little time with her father?! Most fathers would be besie themselves with joy at even being asked! Gawds! Lon'qu: You're right--- I should count my blessings. Well, then? Where shall we go? Severa: Into town! I spotted a whole line of shops with the CUTEST dresses... Lon'qu: Dresses, huh? Well, I suppose you're at that age... Severa: Age? Hee hee! In this timeline, you're not much older than I am, Daddy! Lon'qu: Hmm... I suppose not. Severa: I bet most people seeing us side by side would think we were brother and sister. Lon;qu: That would be... odd. Severa: Odd? Is there something wrong with that? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?! You'd rather be with Mother, wouldn't you? Lon'qu: What? N-no, not at all... You're adorable, Severa. Severa: Aw, you mean it? Yay! That's so sweet! So, okay! In town, there's this one dress I really, reeeeally want! Would you hate me if I asked you to get it for me? Would Mother be mad? Lon'qu: I could never hate you, Severa. And I'm sure your mother won't mind. Just... You know the deal. Keep your distance. And no hand-holding. Severa: Oh, thank you, Daddy! I love you so much! Lon'qu: *Sigh* Yeah, me too. Severa: (...Pffft. Too easy.) [spoiler=Severa/Lon'qu B support] Severa: Thanks again for all the shopping, Daddy! I felt like a total princess when you bought everything I asked for! Lon'qu: Most royal houses couldn't afford to shop the way you just did... Severa: Daddy, are you listening? Lon'qu: I'm listening. Severa: Good, good. So! I'd just looove to go on another shopping spree with you! I spotted the most precious little accessory shop in a town near here the other day! Lon'qu: ...No. Severa: Huh? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Daddy, are you... Are you mad at me? Lon'qu: Spare me the wounded treatment, Severa. No means no. We just bought you plenty. Severa: FINE, then! Fine! I guess I'll just wear RAGS! ...GAWDS! Lon'qu: I wasn't suggesting... Oh, good grief. Look, I'm not saying I won't buy you anything ever... Severa: Oooooh, you're not?! Lon'qu: I'm just saying you'll have to earn it. If you help out around camp with chores and such, I'll treat you to something nice. Severa: EXCUSE me? What is this--- my allowance?! I'm not a child! Lon'qu: No? Then stop acting like one. This is for your own good, Severa. A little hardship in one's youth builds character. Severa: I dealt with a LOT more than hardship back in the future, thank you! Lon'qu: Well, my decision is final. I won't continue to just buy you whatever you like. If there's something you want, you'll have to work for it. Severa: FINE! Whatever! ...I'll do your stupid chores. But I expect some SERIOUS returns, is that clear?! Lon'qu: *Sigh* Whatever you say... [spoiler=Severa/Lon'qu A support] Severa: Apply the whetstone to the blade at an angle, and then... Gah, not again! That's the fifth one that broke! Nothing EVER goes right for me! Lon'qu: Severa? What are you doing? Severa: I'm sharpening these stupid weapons that won't stay sharp! Gawds! You told me to help out, right? So I'm helping. Lon'qu: ...And that pile of broken swords behind you? Severa: It's not my fault they're defective! They all, like fell apart and stuff! Sorry I'm not PERFECT at everything like Mother! Sorry I'm SO STUPID! I get it--- I'm useless! You should just drown me in a sack... Lon'qu: Severa, I think you're overreact--- Severa: I burn everything I try to cook... I just about beheaded a horse while chopping wood... I'm no help to anyone! I'm just a bunch of lame deadweight. You must've had high hopes, too, given Mother's history. I'm such a disappointment. Lon'qu: ...... Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it! Lon'qu: I'm not disappointed, Severa. I couldn't be happier that you came to us. Severa: Oh, please. Are you mocking me? Do you really think I'm that stupid? All my life, every time I mess something up, people compare me to Mother! And you're closer to her than anyone! I KNOW you think I don't measure up. Lon'qu: You're your own woman, Severa. I wouldn't compare you to anyone. You're my daughter and my treasure, and I know your mother feels the same. Severa: Wha---?! Lon'qu: I'm behind you no matter what happens. So no more talk of being a disappointment. It makes me feel as if I failed you as a father. Severa: What? No! Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I... I didn't... WAAAAAAAAAH... Lon'qu: Don't cry. You've been through a lot, I know, but it's all right now. I'm sorry for saying you needed more hardship before. I know it's been hard... But I'll do all I can to keep you from ever suffering again. Okay? And since you've been doing your chores, how about we claim that reward now? Severa: No. I don't need it. I don't need anything but you, Daddy! But if you die on me again, I'll never forgive you! Lon'qu: I'm not going anywhere this time. I promise. And another! [spoiler=Kjelle/Frederick C support] Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner. Frederick: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but... perhaps not today... Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?! Frederick: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut... Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll--- Frederick: B-breakfast... Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"? Frederick: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then... this happened... N-not just me... Everyone in camp is in... the same shape... If you haven't eaten... s-stay away... Spare yourself... Kjelle: ...... Frederick: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is... is... Kjelle: ...Is your daughter. Frederick: ...What? Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well. Frederick: N-no, it's not... that... I mean... urrgh... It was d-delicious... I'm sure the... searing pain is... coincidental, dear... Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so embarrassing! Frederick: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... This is not going to be pleasant... [spoiler=Kjelle/Frederick B support] Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH! Frederick: Kjelle, you seem to be training especially hard today. Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share of the fighting. Frederick: Oh, so... you're not cooking again? Kjelle: Would you want me to, after last time?! You saw how that day's battle played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like newborn deer... And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't been so horrified, we might all be dead! Frederick: It was certainly a... challenging day. But nobody's perfect--- I'm sure it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again. Kjelle: NO! Frederick: ...I'm sorry? Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? what if my cooking gets you KILLED next time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees! Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family. Frederick: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad... Kjelle: I still remember the sound... that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa--- Frederick: All right! Fair enough. ...What if I gave you a few pointers? If we manage to come up with something tasty, we can share it with everyone. Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks. [spoiler=Kjelle/Frederick A support] Frederick: The soup smells great, dear. Good job. I'm sure everyone will be eager for a taste. Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking! Frederick: I learned a lot after marrying your mother. It was that or starve... Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you? Frederick: Yes, I suppose we do... Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh. Frederick: Hmm? Kjelle: Just thinking that this must be what it feels like. ...Having parents, I mean. Being a normal family. I never really got to have that, but... it's nice. Frederick: Kjelle... Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp* Frederick: Kjelle, I know you're a strong woman who doesn't like to ask for help... But you know that you can, right? If there is anything I can ever do, just name it. Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually. Frederick: And that is? Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater... Frederick: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods. It does. Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater... Frederick: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food... Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

PMing the original claimer is probably the best thing to do.