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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.

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More supports. Probably one of my favorite supports for Lon'qu is him with Cherche. Then I have a generic parent x child support for ya'll

Lon'qu x Cherche

C Support

Cherche

Say, Lon'qu?

Lon'qu

What?

Cherche

This might be a strange question, but...

Did you grow up in the slums? Living in the streets?

Lon'qu

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Cherche

Oh. Then it must be a different Lon'qu.

Lon'qu

Must have been.

Cherche

But you did know a young girl called Ke'ri, didn't you?

Lon'qu

Where did you hear that name?

Cherche

Ah ha! It was you that they told me about!

Lon'qu

Who is they? What is the meaning of all this?!

Cherche

I met Ke'ri's parents.

A while back, when I was in Regna Ferox with Minerva.

I saved them from a pack of bandits outside the town.

They told me that their daughter had been killed by the very same outlaws.

Later I heard a young boy named Lon'qu was with her at the time.

...And that he fought like a demon in a vain attempt to protect her.

Naturally, when I was introduced to you, I started thinking-

Lon'qu

I fought, yes. But in the end, it was she who died protecting me.

Her mother and father hated me. They blamed me for her death.

I was a homeless boy from the slums, and I stole their only daughter.

Cherche

Actually, about that-

Lon'qu

Enough. I cannot bear to speak of it.

I would like to be alone now.

Cherche

Wait, Lon'qu!

There's more to the tale than you know...

B Support

Cherche

Lon'qu?

Lon'qu

You again. Begone!

Cherche

We have to talk. There's more to the story of Ke'ri and her parents.

Lon'qu

Even so, I have no wish to hear it.

If there is any mercy in your heart, you will leave the matter be.

Cherche

You will want to hear this.

Lon'qu

I think not!

Cherche

Her parents did not hate you, Lon'qu. They were grateful to you.

It's true that when Ke'ri was killed, they blamed you for her death.

But then they learned how desperately you tried to save her.

And when you vanished from the slum, they knew it was their fault.

Lon'qu

......

Cherche

Soon after Ke'ri died, they found her diary.

They discovered what a good friend you had been to her.

Lon'qu

......

Cherche

Your friendship made her happy, and that, in turn, made them happy.

So they don't hate you. Not anymore.

And I know they would want you to know that.

Lon'qu

......

Thank you for delivering the message.

Cherche

It's my pleasure.

Lon'qu

It is...good to be forgiven.

And yet, I doubt this wound can ever truly heal.

Cherche

*Sigh*

A Support

Cherche

You look to have the weight of the world on your shoulders, Lon'qu.

Lon'qu

I am the same as always.

Cherche

I know you better than that. You're distracted by something.

I mean, Minerva is right behind you and you haven't even noticed!

Lon'qu

Agh!

W-what fool's game are you playing?!

Cherche

Heh. Well, that woke you up a little.

Listen, Lon'qu. I dredged up a past you wanted to forget, and I'm sorry.

Lon'qu

Do not apologize.

You were right to talk to me, and I'm glad to know the truth.

When you spoke of her parents' forgiveness, I thought it would only bring more pain.

But, since then, the nightmares that plague me have become...fewer.

Cherche

Nightmares?

Lon'qu

Many a night have I been forced to relive the moment she died protecting me.

Ke'ri died because she was my friend. Never again shall I repeat that mistake.

I vowed that I would let no one get close enough to be hurt by me again.

Cherche

...So this is why you fear to have contact with women.

Lon'qu

My nightmares will never fade completely, nor will my fear of friendship and love.

But for the first time, I can imagine a future that might be different.

Thank you, Cherche.

Cherche

I only told you what I knew.

...But perhaps, if you would allow, we can try to cure the remaining hurt together?

For a start, we could go for a ride on Minerva. Perhaps even bring a picnic-

Lon'qu

I am...not ready.

Cherche

Oh. Yes, of course not.

Lon'qu

But, if you can think of something else that might help...

Cherche

I will let you know.

S Support

Cherche

All right, here we go. Let me know the moment you start to feel queasy.

Lon'qu

I am ready.

Cherche

Hmm... I'm not sure the best place to start.

Where does one touch a deadly swordsman who does not want to be touched?

What do you think, Minerva?

Lon'qu

Please just get on with it.

Cherche

Now, Lon'qu, don't be so impatient.

Minerva and I are discussing the best place to begin your aversion therapy.

I bet the head would be very scary.

...Huh? Lon'qu? What are you doing with my hand?

Lon'qu

We'll be standing here all day if I don't take the initiative.

Does it displease you when I hold your hand like this?

Cherche

No, not at all.

But you're the one we should be worried about. Are you feeling all right?

Lon'qu

At first it was difficult, but now it feels almost...peaceful.

I don't think I could do this with any other woman but you.

Cherche

Well, this is progress!

Lon'qu

Tell me, Cherche. Why do you help me? What have I done to deserve it?

Cherche

Can't I do it out of the goodness of my own heart?

Lon'qu

Few in this world would ever be so decent.

Cherche, I want you to have this.

Cherche

A ring? Does this mean...

Lon'qu

You have healed the wounds in my heart and replaced them with love.

For the first time, I can see a future in which I am not alone.

Will you join me in this adventure? Will you marry me?

Cherche

Gladly!

Lon'qu

I was afraid you'd say no.

Cherche

I was afraid you'd never ask!

Right, Minerva?

...Oh, dear. She says that if you let me down, she'll bite your limbs off.

Lon'qu

Don't worry. I shall not give Minerva any reason to turn on me.

Bonus Barrack Conversation

Cherche

What do you have there, my love? Hardly something you would need in a battle, no?

Lon'qu

It's an accessory I bought for you. Just entering a women's establishment was hell...

Sully x Lucina

C Support

Lucina

Mother, guess what? I found a wonderful dress in the town market.

Sully

Oh yeah?

Lucina

It was gorgeous! I thought it'd be perfect for you, so I bought it.

I was thinking you could try a different style for once.

Sully

Aw, hell. I suppose I might be ready to wear a gorgeous...

Er...dress? Oh boy.

I've never seen so many...unusual colors and shapes in one piece of clothing.

Lucina

I know! It's very modern. See all the giant pink polka dots?

If you look carefully, you'll see that each one is a portrait of Emmeryn herself!

I wager when Father sees you in this, he'll just scream with delight!

Sully

(Oh, he'll scream, all right...)

Lucina

Pardon, Mother? I didn't catch that.

Sully

Sorry, Lucina. It's just... Well, this isn't exactly my...style.

I'm really grateful for the thought, but...I don't think I can wear it.

Lucina

Oh? I was sure you would like it...

Well, perhaps next time I go to the market, you could come and pick something yourself.

I know it seems frivolous in times like these.

But in the blighted future I come from, I often fantasized of such simple pleasures.

Sully

Heh, you really are something, Lucina.

I'd be delighted to go to the market with you. Delighted and honored!

Lucina

Wonderful! And when we go, I'll wear the new dress!

Sully

(Oh, gods, no...)

Lucina

Pardon, Mother?

B Support

Lucina

Everyone in this town is so stylish. I wager we'll find you the perfect dress here.

Sully

Er, yeah. Just as long as it's not TOO stylish.

Frankly, you've got much more...flamboyant taste in clothes than me.

Lucina

I favor the tasteful and understated. For example, what about this one?

Sully

Good gods! I don't think I've ever seen a...shimmery magenta. Pass.

Lucina

Hm. I suppose it IS a little bright. Well, what about this one?

Sully

Wow, that sure is lacy. ...In fact, it's nothing BUT lace.

Lucina, I can see right through that thing!

Lucina

Oh, all right. Well...how about this one, then?

Sully

Well, the color's all right, but I'm not sure about the octapus motif...

Lucina

Oh. I thought you liked octopi. ...This is not going well, is it?

Why don't I come back another day and pick out something nice for you?

Sully

Er, well, I'm not sure if that's a good idea, but...all right. Let's try it.

Lucina

Wonderful! I shall not rest until I find you the PERFECT dress.

Something that you will truly, truly adore!

Sully

Oh yeah, I'm sure you... Hmm? Hey, look at this...

Lucina

Which one? ...The baby garment?

Sully

Man, is that cute or what? It's even got one of those tiny little bows.

...Anyway, enough shopping for today. We should really be getting back to camp.

Lucina

......

...Hmm...

A Support

Lucina

Well, Mother, I've done it. I've found your ideal outfit. I just know you'll love it!

Sully

Oh, wow. I didn't think you'd find anything quite so...quickly.

I'm sure it'll be fine. I can hardly wait to try it on! Ha ha...ha.

Lucina

And I can't wait to see how it fits! Are you ready? TA-DAAAH!

Sully

...Huh? It's tiny. ALmost like... Lucina, these are baby clothes.

Lucina

Yes! I saw you admiring them in the shop when we visited the market together.

I didn't understand why, until I realized you must've been thinking of your daughter.

The one you have in this era, I mean. Your REAL daughter.

Sully

......

Lucina

You could send it to her back at the castle. I'm sure she must miss you.

Sully

Lucina...

Lucina

I've been so happy here, despite having to fight this war.

Being able to see my mother again has been like living in a dream.

I didn't want to wake up and remember that you have a different life in this world.

Sully

......

Lucina

Whenever I think of your little girl, I can't help but feel...jealous.

I know it's ridiculous to envy myself, but I can't help it.

Sully

Oh, hell... Don't be silly!

I've thought of you as my daughter from the moment we were reuinited!

Believe me, I love you just the same as I love that child at the castle.

Lucina

...Honestly?

Sully

Of course! You're a true daughter to me.

I want to give you happy memories to make up for those you lost in your future world.

And I know your father feels the same way.

Lucina

If anyone knows how he feels, I imagine it would be you...

Sully

Of course! Your father and I are alike in a lot of ways...

We're both parents to the best damn daughter in the world, for one.

Lucina

...Thank you, Mother. For everything.

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[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?

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GregorxCordelia

C support

Cordelia: *Sigh* Oh, how can I ever make him love me?

Gregor: The sound of lovelorn sigh sends shivers down spine of Gregor!

Cordelia: Eek! G-Gregor? What are you doing lurking in the shadows?

Gregor: To be prepared is big part of battle. Is true in war. And love! If we were love-fighting, this first skirmish go to Gregor.

Cordelia: A brazen statement for one you have barely even met! And what does sneaking up on people have to do with love?

Gregor: Is good that Cordelia want to learn! Gregor will enlighten. On battlefield of love, to be adored is to have high ground. Surprise attack can lay groundwork for great success.

Cordelia: Aren't you taking this "love is war" metaphor a little far?

Gregor: Surprise attack leaves heart's fortress unmanned, yes? Then gates can be knocked over with battering ram of charm! Heart is then defenseless for final assault.

Cordelia: ...I see. You've clearly given this a great deal of thought.

Gregor: Gregor more clever than he looks. Now you can also be victor in love!

Cordelia: Yes, sir!

Gregor: Hmm... Gregor hope he not just bite off more than he can be chewing...

B support

Cordelia: Gregor? Hello? Are you there, Gregor?

Gregor: Oy, why you having long face like horsey just died? Did surprise assault on fortress of love meet with horrible failure?

Cordelia: H-how did you know?

Gregor: Gregor is already telling you! He is very wise in matters of love.

Cordelia: So what am I doing wrong?

Gregor: To make other people love you is easier saying than doing, yes?

Cordelia: Especially if you're a boring stick-in-the-mud like me.

Gregor: No, no, love is coming to everyone sooner or later. Just need practice, yes?

Cordelia: Yeah, and I apparently need a lot of practice. I tried the surprise attack you talked about earlier, and he just got mad. I probably shouldn't have leapt out of the bushes in a Risen mask...

Gregor: Is not concern! Even best plan is failing if pieces on board are wrong type, no?

Cordelia: Oh, forget it. I'm going to go curl up with a pint of figgy pudding...

Gregor: Never surrender! Cordelia can win battle! This is Gregor's guarantee. You are beautiful and charming, yes? Maybe attack was overwhelming. Is like sending armored knight to smoosh fly buzzing in kitchen. Instead of smooshy fly, you are getting only pile of broken crockery.

Cordelia: Oh, this is all so confusing. You have to help me! Please!

Gregor: Ho ho! Gregot shows how to navigate stormy seas of love to safe harbor.

Cordelia: Thank you, Gregor. I don't know what I'd do without you.

A support

Gregor: There! Gregot outdo himself, no? Cordelia is looking like perfection!

Cordelia: Er, look, Gregor. I appreciate all your help with this. I really do... I mean, who even kew you could sew or apply makeup? But, um, I'm not sure any of this is going to strike at the real problem...

Gregor: Eh?

Cordelia: Shouldn't we have just found out more about the man and what he likes?

Gregor: No, is crazy talk! You are like tulip bulb in flower patch, yes? Tulip is only needing water and manure to grow into lovely flower. Tulip does not ask gardener what color she should be, yes? Tulip just grows!

Cordelia: I'm really starting to lose my grip on your analogies, Gregor.

Gregor: Gregor knows his way can be very confusing sometimes. But Cordelia have passion and beauty! He knows she can succeed.

Cordelia: ...Wow. You're quite skilled at pep talks, I'll grant you that. Just be careful you don't get my head too big, or I might just float off!

Gregor: Woman so charming as you should for sure have huge swollen head! Gregor says you are perfection, and he never wrong about such things. Now go claim victory, yes? Do this for Gregor.

Cordelia: Y-yes, sir! I won't let you down.

Gregor: Ah, Gregor... You have let fair woman take your heart while you not looking. ..... *Sigh* Ah, well. Gregor must soldier on...

S support

Cordelia: Oh, Gregor!

Gregor: Cordelia! You must tell Gregor: how did his soldier do on love's battlefield?

Cordelia: A-actually, there's nothing to report. I haven't done anything yet.

Gregor: Did Gregot not give you enormous confidence boost?

Cordelia: *Sigh* I know. You've done everything you can, and now it's up to me.

Gregor: That is spirit!

Cordelia: Well, anyway. Here goes nothing...

Gregor: I am wishing much luck to you!

Cordelia: Thank you. Now... Erm... *Cough* I...think I've fallen in love with you...

Gregor: Ho ho! Is very good! Is exactly how you do it! Not even Gregot can resist charm!

Cordelia: I was hoping we might see more of each other...and perhaps even get married?

Gregor: Oy! Is so cruel to practice this on Gregor! Cordelia must save proposal for real deal!

Cordelia: I have been. That was it.

Gregor: ..... ...Oy, THIS is real deal? You propose to Gregor?!

Cordelia: I propose to Gregor.

Gregor: Then man you chase like lovesick puppy all this time was Gregor?

Cordelia: Not at first, no. But the more time I spent with you, the more I knew I'd been wrong.

Gregor: Gregor is confused, yes? All this...very not expected.

Cordelia: You think I'm charming, right?

Gregor: Like newborn baby napping in litter of tiny kittens!

Cordelia: And you think I'm pretty, right?

Gregor: Like sun over field of flowers on a cloudy-less spring day!

Cordelia: And you like me. Right?

Gregor: Oh yes. Gregor likes Cordelia very much.

Cordelia: Then I think you have your answer.

Gregor: Yes, is right! Gregor and Cordelia should make with the hitching!

Cordelia: Oh, good! Then I think you owe me a ring.

Gregor: Gregor have old sock of coins under bed. He buys Cordelia finest ring in land!

Cordelia: Then Cordelia and Gregot become so much very happy, yes? Hee hee.

Here you go, GregorxCordelia, everyone! Man, I have to say that I ended up liking their support conversation a whole lot, the only reason I paired them was because it was hard for me to pair Gregor with someone and Cordelia was the only free girl I had left.

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Erm, my supports will be delayed a bit. >.<; I'm going to type them out after I beat the game and unlock the library...but I failed to factor in how slow I am at Fire Emblem. D: Day 3 and I'm only on chapter 13... Sorry everyone...

I'll tell you, though: Olivia/Gaius has pies. Sweet pies, because, well, it's Gaius the Sugar Maniac. :P (I can't recall what it was in the translated supports... Some form of sweets.)

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Finally completed Chrom/Vaike. Next up is Sully/Gaius and Panne/Stahl. I will post again once I record the complete scripts for them. I'm sorry for the long wait with my supports, I will have them recorded and up.

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Well, took me long enough, but I finally finished up all of the remaining parent-child supports I'm supposed to do. Though I still need to do my work on collecting the single character event tile text.

[spoiler=Say'rixMorgan]

C Rank

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.

Say'ri: What are you doing here, Morgan?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thing 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 bind us."

So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... thing!

Say'ri: You don't say...

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 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?

Say'ri: Aye, of course, dear. I'd be glad to. After all-

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!

Say'ri: She's certainly full of energy...

B Rank

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Say'ri: Aye, 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?

Say'ri: Let's pull back on the head smashing for now, shall we?

Perhaps you could try staring at me for a bit? Right into my eyes.

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?"

Say'ri: Right... Well, dear, perfaps 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!

A Rank

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*

Say'ri: Come now, Morgan. 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*

Say'ri: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there...

Ngh! M-my head!

...Wha-?!

Say'ri: What is it?!

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.

Say'ri: Take all the time you need, dear. I'll always be here for you... You know that, right?

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.

[spoiler=DonnelxInigo]

C Rank

Inigo: Ugh! Father! That gorgeous girl was just about to say yes to a date! JUST about to!

Did you really have to drag me off like that?!

Donnel: We gots a battle to prepare for! Everyone else is fixed to march.

If yer mad, be mad at yerself for losin' track of time.

Inigo: Oh, heh heh heh... Whoops...

All right, time to go trounce some enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!

Donnel: ......

Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?

Donnel: Nah. I just got to wonderin' if you was like this in the future, too.

Inigo: Depends on what you mean by "like this," I suppose.

Donnel: For someone who hails from an apocalyptic hellscape, ya sure are carefree.

Seems like you ain't got a care in the world past whose bed you'll be sharin'.

Lucina's so driven and serious... It's strange you ain't got none of that purpose.

Inigo: No purpose?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!

Donnel: Oh, ya are, are ya?

Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just hearing my name!

Donnel: Yer purpose in life is to be popular with the ladies?

You literally jumped through time... just to be popular with some ladies?!

Inigo: To be popular with ALL ladies.

Genius, I know. But stop, Father. You're making me blush.

Donnel: I'm more than a mite disturbed, Son.

Inigo: Why? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!

Donnel: No, that's not what... Where do I even start?

Ah, horsefeathers! Yakkin' with you plumb tuckers me out. I'm goin' on ahead.

Inigo: ......

......Not a care in the world, huh? Not a thought in my head, he means!

For being such a softy with everyone else, he sure doesn't pull any punches with me...

B Rank:

Inigo: Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to camp like this...

Donnel: Somethin' wrong, Inigo? Everyone else's already headed on back.

Inigo: F-Father?! Erm I just... thought I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of the battlefield!

Donnel: ... Yer a worse liar than your ma! It's obvious that your leg is sore.

Inigo: It's fine, it's- GYAAAH! Ow! Ow, ow, ow! No, don't touch it! Don't touch it!

Donnel: This is a serious injury, Son! Why didn't ya say somethin' earlier?

Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.

Donnel: Dagnubbit, that's ENOUGH!

Inigo: ... Father?

Donnel: You can barely walk, and yer still thinkin' 'bout girls?! Be serious fer once!

Really, why'd ya travel back here from the future? Lucina fights tooth'n nail, but you...

I'm plumb disappointed. You got no idea what it means to be at war.

Inigo: ......

You don't know a damned thing!

You're the one who's clueless, Father!

Donnel: Hey now!

Inigo: Do you think I'd be out here if I were ONLY after girls?

Out here fighting everyday, wondering if this is the time I don't make it home?!

Donnel: Son, I didn't-

Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depended on me in the future.

Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my life.

With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice, I HAD to be invincible.

I couldn't complain or show any weakness.

Not with everyone else struggling in the damn war-torn wasteland...

Even with you and Mother gone, I had to pretend I was fine. that I wasn't hurting.

I had to fight every day of my sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!

Donnel: ......

Inigo: ... You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the the world?

Well, I'm sorry to tell you, but that's not the case at all.

I smile and joke around because I don't want to show the world any weakness...

If that disappoints you... then I guess you'll just have to be disappointed.

Donnel: Son, listen...

Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.

Donnel: Aw, shucks. I had no idea...

A Rank

Donnel: Inigo? Reckon I could speak at ya for a spell?

Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?

Donnel: That's good, Son.

Inigo: Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And... I'm sorry to have worried you.

Donnel: No, I'M sorry. For what I said. It was right rude of me.

You been fighting with all ya got. I got no right to criticize.

Inigo: Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history.

Plus... it was my fault, too.

Donnel: Still...

Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!

Donnel: Huh?

Inigo: You always seem so gloomy lately. Let's see a smile for once!

Donnel: Aw haw haw! Stop that! Sstop! It tickles somethin' fierce! Haw haw!

Inigo: Ha ha, there it is! That's better!

I didn't come all this way to see you mope around, you know?

Donnel: ... That's why you came back? To make me happy?

Inigo: Well... yeah. You, and me, and everybody. The whole world, I guess.

Anyway, I suppose I'm okay telling you that now.

Donnel: Shucks, you can tell me anythin'

Inigo: You say that now, but I don't want to hear any complaints once I get going!

I may be all smiles on the outside, but I'm actually pretty sensitive. And pessimistic.

... Oh, and I cry at the drop of a bat.

Whenever a girl turns me down, I'm a complete mess for days.

Donnel: Haw! You can stop kiddin' now, Inigo. I'm already smilin'.

Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All the stuff about the girls- it was never part of the act.

Donnel: I reckon that's fine... in moderation, of course.

Yer a right strong feller, Inigo, and I couldn't be prouder of you.

But no one's invincible, and you shouldn't pretend to be.

If somethin's wrong, come jaw at me! We'll work it out together.

Inigo: Father...

I know you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!

Donnel: Waugh! N-neck! Inigo, my neck! Too tight! C-can't breathe!

Inigo: I-it's your own fault! I don't think you've ever said anything like that to me before!

And listen- the same goes for you. Whatever the problem, I'll help.

I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you twice.

Donnel: And I'll be damned if I'm ever gonna lose such a wonderful son.

[spoiler=StahlxGerome]

C Rank

Stahl: Hello, Gerome.

Gerome: What do you want?

Stahl: Oh, nothing in particular. I just-

Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.

Stahl: Apparently not. But what of your family?

Gerome: ......

Stahl: 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.

Stahl: Gods, is everyone so tactless in the future?

I know your true father is gone, and I know you miss him greatly.

... But I thought perhaps our relationship could help heal that wound.

Gerome: Then you are a fool.

Stahl: Mind your mouth, Gerome. 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.

Stahl: ...Minervykins?

Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is contagious!

Stahl: *Sigh* That boy...

B Rank

Stahl: Hello, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of Minervykins?

Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous!

... You must have misheard.

Stahl: Hey, don't 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.

Stahl: Heh heh. You know, you're pretty adorable when you're flustered.

Gerome: ......

Stahl: All right, all right! No need to glare now. I meant no offense...

Gerome: ... Apology accepted.

Stahl: Heh, well that is most generous of you, Your Grace...

Though I must say, seeing you agry reminds me quite a bit og Cherche.

Gerome: What do you mean?

Stahl: Mmm? Oh, er, nothing... Hey! Is that your Minerva over there?

Gerome: It is.

Stahl: 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!

Stahl: 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!

Stahl: Heh, adorable when he's flustered indeed...

A Rank

Stahl: Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, I see?

Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?

Stahl: It's nothing as sinister as your tone implies, I assure you...

I just wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son...

Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I though we might-

Gerome: I have no sensitive side.

Stahl: Er, right. But remember 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?

Stahl: Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm 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...

Stahl: Er, what did Minerva say?

Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand her?

Stahl: 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.

Stahl: ...Did you just call me Father?

Gerome: Don't get used to it.

...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!

Stahl: W-wait, Gerome! Son! Let's hear it just one more time!

Gerome: Bah, enough already!

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Acacia Sgt gave me permission to put up the Henry x Olivia support. So now I present to you:

Henry x Olivia

C Rank

Henry: ...Aw, poor little doggy. The silly mutt stepped in a hole and hurt its leg.

Olivia: DON'T TOUCH THAT DOG!

Henry: Huh? What the hey?

Olivia: I know you! You're that creepy kid who likes blood and magic and...blood magic!

You stay away from that poor little doggy!

Henry: But this dog is hurt. See, his leg has this-

Olivia: N-no! Stop! I'll take care of him and nurse him back to health!

Henry: Huh? Oh, okay, sure! We can take care of him together!

Olivia: T-together? Waaait a second.

Aren't you going to sacrifice him to your dark god or something?

Henry: You're a crazy lady. Why would I do that? I love doggies!

I want to save his life! Right, boy? Who's a good boy?

Aren't you glad the crazy lady wants to help us? Yes you are!

Olivia: Hey! How am I crazy? You're the one who's obsessed with blood!

Henry: Hey, that's a medical condition! Show some respect!

Olivia: Oh, never mind. Right now, we have a dog that needs looking after.

Will you run and get me some bandages?

Henry: You got it, crazy lady!

B rank

Olivia: Um, Henry? What are those red stains on your clothes?

Henry: Oh, will you look at that? It's blood! ...Wonder where it came from?

*Lick* ...Oh, hey! It's MY blood!

Nya ha! I must have been wounded in battle! Oh man, good times.

Olivia: GROSS! ...And also really creepy. And why are you laughing about it?!

That wound needs to be dressed immediately!

Henry: You wanna help? It's kind of out of the way, so I can't reach it.

Olivia: ...Oh, gods, look at how deep this is! How could you not notice?

Henry: Oh, I've got a high pain threshold. It's a genetic thing. Nerve damage.

I've had a lot worse than this!

Olivia: You've had WORSE? Where? And how?!

Henry: When I was a kid, my parents put me in this exclusive wizard school.

Well, as you can imagine, some of the experiments got a biiit out of hand.

Once, I almost set my face on fire! Nya ha! Those were the days...

Olivia: Your teachers were negligent. Why didn't your parents pull you out of there?

Henry: Meh, my parents didn't care what I did as long as I wasn't expelled.

Heck, the whole reason they sent me to wizard school was to get rid of me.

But hey, no worries! I turned out fine!

Olivia: I see now... Your cheerful demeanor is just a mask you use to hide your pain.

You use it as a cover to tamp down your deep=seated resentment and anger...

Henry: That's what all my psychiatrists said. But nope! Not true. I'm just a happy guy.

Olivia: No, no... You can't fool me. I've never seen a real smile from you, one from the heart.

I'm a preformer, you know! I can tell a faker when I see one.

Shhh... It's all okay now. You never need to visit that terrible school again.

Now come on, let down your guard. Show me the real Henry!

Henry: Wow. You really ARE a crazy lady!

Olivia: I am not crazy! I'm trying to help, so you could at least be polite!

*Sigh* All right, your wound is bandaged. But this isn't over, you hear?

I want you to come see me again so I can help you get over these emotional issues.

Henry: Hey, sure. I got time.

A rank

Olivia: Now, when you feel sad, you pull your face like so...

Henry: You mean like thiiiiiis?

Olivia: No, down! The corners of your mouth are supposed to go DOWN!

*Sigh* I'm starting to think that you're incapable of changing your expression.

Look, Henry. Life is like dancing...

You can't just mimic the moves. You have to FEEL them!

Henry: Nya ha! You compare everything to dancing. It's hilarious!

Olivia: I don't think this is a laughing matter. I'm trying to help you, you know!

Henry: Look, crazy lady. I like you. I really do. But you have GOT to let this go.

I smile because I'm happy, all right? Theres nothing more to it.

Olivia: N-no. That just can't be possible.

*Gasp* Ungh...urg...!

Henry: Hey, are you okay there? You're making funny noises.

Olivia: M-my chest...suddenly...feels tight... C-can't breathe... It h-hurts...

Henry: Aw, jenkies! You've been cursed! I'd know those symptoms anywhere.

Someone must have-

Olivia: *Pant* Henry... please. You have to get...out of here...

Henry: What? Oh come on, that's crazy talk. You're gonna die here in a second.

Now you just sit there while I dispel the curse... Hmm, let's see...

*Mutter, mutter, mutter* KA-BLAMMO!

So long, curse! See ya in hell! (My favorite line.)

Olivia: .....

Henry: Olivia? H-hey, Olivia. ...You being crazy again, Olivia?

Olivia?! Aw, come on, Olivia! You can't die now!

NOOOOOO! OLIVIAAAAAA! Come back to me, Olivia!

Stay out of the light! STAY OUT OF THE LIIIIIIGHT!

Olivia: S-stop crying. I'm...I'm all right.

Henry: ...Huh? Aw, thank goodness! I was worried there for a sec.

Olivia: Well, at least I finally got to see a different expression on your face...

Henry: Did you? ...I totally didn't notice.

Olivia: Thank you, Henry. You saved my life.

S Rank:

Olivia: Henry, I want to thank you for your help the other day.

Henry: Aw, don't worry about it. Really, I should have recognized the symptoms faster.

But don't worry! I'm gonna find who did it and make sure they never curse you again.

Oh, yes. There will be blood...

Olivia: Eek! I'm just glad you're on our side!

Henry: Well, I'm glad I'm on YOUR side!

Olivia: You do have a very nice smile, Henry. Even if it is a little creepy sometimes.

Henry: Aw, hamburgers. Really?

Olivia: Absolutely! And what's more, I was wrong to have ever doubted its sincerity!

I think I'm done giving you lessons.

Henry: Hey, I like your lessons! And I like YOU!

In fact... I wanna be with you all the time!

Olivia: Henry?

Henry: You don't think I went to all those frowning lessons because I wanted to frown, do you?

Heck no! I went because I wanted to see you and be with you!

So let's get hitched! What do you say? I've got a blood-magic spell all ready!

Olivia: Wh-what?! Um, but, H-henry, I don't...

Henry: Ha! Just kiddin'. I bought you a ring. Here, see? It's huge and everything.

Olivia: ...Oh my goodness. That IS huge!

You are a very odd man, Henry, and yet I find myself strangely attracted to you.

So yes. All right. Let's get married.

Henry: Awesome! You won't regret this, Olivia. I promise!

Olivia: Oh, this might just be the happiest day of my life!

Henry: Nya ha! Just hearing that makes me even happier than before!

Olivia: Hee hee. I didn't think that was possible...

Henry is sweet in a twistedly hilarious way.

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This one is really cute.

[spoiler="Gaius x Cherche (C Support)]

Cherche

Hello, Gaius. Where are you sneaking off to?

Gaius

Just taking a quick stroll around the perimeter. I want to make sure there aren’t any enemies sneaking up on us.

Cherche

Such diligence should help us all sleep easier at night.

Gaius

Heh, first time a lady’s ever said THAT to me. …Still, thanks.

Cherche

Of course. You’re a seasoned rogue and a man of the world. I envy your experience. I honestly believe you are one of the most important cogs in the Shepherd machine!

Gaius

Never been called a cog before, either. But thanks again.

Cherche

Which is why I want to put that worldly experience and wisdom to better use.

Gaius

…Yep. Right on schedule.

Cherche

What do you mean?

Gaius

You don’t butter up a guy like that unless you want something.

Cherche

My, but you ARE a sharp one. …And I mean that sincerely. Well, I might as well get on with it. I’ve been hearing rumors about you.

Gaius

Oh? Do tell.

Cherche

I hear you’re planning to sneak away from camp and abandon the Shepherds.

Gaius

I see. So you came all the way out here to see if I’d do a runner.

Cherche

I had to know if the rumors were true.

Gaius

Look, the next time you have a question about my motivations, just ask. I like a compliment as much as the next guy, but we could’ve saved a lot of time here.

Cherche

You’re not angry?

Gaius

All part of being a thief. If I got burned every time someone spied on me, I wouldn’t last a week.

Cherche

I see. Well, in the future, I shall be certain not to let you discover me.

Gaius

Wouldn’t it be easier to just stop spying on me?

Cherche

Hee hee. I’m not too sure about that…

[spoiler="Gaius x Cherche (B Support)]

Gaius

Where’d you get that, Cherche?

Cherche

This spear? I purchased it from a traveling smith the other day.

Gaius

You mean One-Eyed Mort? Ha! I’d steer clear of that trickster. I’ve seen theater troupes that wouldn’t use the gear he sells.

Cherche

Now that you mention it, it is rather crudely constructed. I suspect I’ll need a replacement in the not-too-distant future.

Gaius

Tell you what. Why don’t I lend you mine for a spell, and I’ll try to fix that one up.

Cherche

You can use a forge?

Gaius

I’ve been around the block a time or two.

Cherche

Thank you. You really are a most useful man to have around.

Gaius

Hey, you’re the one who has to hold the front line in battle. If your weapon falls apart, who’ll save me from being poked full of holes?

Cherche

So your helping is just enlightened self-interest?

Gaius

Nothing more, nothing less.

Cherche

You’d like me to think that, wouldn’t you? And yet, I wager that beneath your gruff exterior hides a heart of gold!

Gaius

Look, just give me the spear.

Cherche

I look forward to seeing your handiwork.

Gaius

And I look forward to showing it to you.

[spoiler="Gaius x Cherche (A Support)]

Cherche

Gaius, would you mind taking a look at my armor?

Gaius

…Whoa. Did you take on a whole company in this stuff or what? A fix like this is out of my league, sorry to say. Better take it to a professional and see what he says.

Cherche

Oh. Well, thank you anyway.

Gaius

You impress me, Cherche. I mean it. Very few people have the courage to throw themselves into battle like you.

Cherche

I’d not call it courage so much as simple self-preservation. Truth be told, I hate all this fighting.

Gaius

Yet you’re always in the thick of it.

Cherche

This war has scattered my family and friends. Driven them from homes. Unless we see this through, none of us will ever go home again.

Gaius

Is that what you’re fighting for? To be reunited with your friends and family?

Cherche

If we lose, I might never see them again, and I can’t bear that prospect. So as long as I still have strength to bear a weapon, I shall stand and fight.

Gaius

People all have their reasons, don’t they?

Cherche

And what of you, Gaius? You seem a pragmatic man above all else. Am I safe in assuming you fight for survival in place of a greater cause?

Gaius

More or less.

Cherche

It’s more than reason enough, Gaius. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to find that armorer.

(Cherche leaves)

Gaius

…You know, I USED to think it was reason enough. Cherche has family waiting for her. She has a home to go back to. And if she dies, a whole lot of folks are going to feel it… Well, cripes. I guess I know what I gotta do…

[spoiler="Gaius x Cherche (S Support)]

Gaius

That last scrap was touch and go for a while, huh?

Cherche

For you, perhaps. You were so intent on protecting me, you almost got killed. I thought you were fighting to survive. What inspired this newfound recklessness?

Gaius

Oh, don’t worry. I’m not going to start indulging in pointless heroics. But I’ve got a new mission now, see? I just… I want to make sure you make it home.

Cherche

It’s wonderful to have such a stalwart champion, but I’m loath to see you hurt. So if you can stop hurling yourself in front of blows meant for me, I’d appreciate it.

Gaius

I’ll try to be a shade more careful. How’s that?

Cherche

I don’t understand, Gaius. Why the sudden interest in my welfare? I’d always assumed you thieves didn’t go much in for altruism.

Gaius

It’s not altruism if you care about the person.

Cherche

What do you mean?

Gaius

It means… Well, it’s like… Look, I don’t know. I’m not much good at giving fancy speeches. Maybe this’ll explain things better.

Cherche

…A ring? Gaius, did you craft this?

Gaius

Yeah, I did. See, I just… I thought I could protect you better if we were married. I know us thieves have a poor record when it comes to honesty, right? But this is from the heart, Cherche. I’m all in for you, if you’ll have me.

Cherche

I… I believe you, Gaius. You’ve repaired my weapons, acted as my shield, and fought bravely by my side. How could I say no?

Gaius

Now that’s what a sly dog like me likes to hear!

Cherche

I must say, it’s pleasant to have such a frank conversation with you.

Gaius

Well, we could have done this earlier if you weren’t so intent on spying on me.

Cherche

Yes. I believe I owe you an apology for that.

Gaius

Already forgiven.

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[spoiler=Nah x Gerome (2nd Gen Romantic][spoiler=C Support]Gerome: ...... Someone is following me.

Nah: So you finally noticed.

Gerome: You.

Nah: I have a name. It's Nah!

Gerome: Why are you following me?

Nah: You interest me.

Gerome: In what way?

Nah: You're always sulking about on your own... That makes you different. I'm interested in "different."

Gerome: That still doesn't explain why you are following me.

Nah: I wanted to see how you'd react when you discovered me. Out of enlightened curiosity, of course.

Gerome: You wanted to scare me? Is that it? I don't have time for games. Don't talk to me again. ... Minerva, away!

Nah: No. Wait! ... He flew off. If only I could follow him somehow... Well... I am a dragon. I could just transform and then... Er... Drat. He's long gone now.

[spoiler=B Support]Gerome: ... I'm being followed again. Come out and show yourself! I know you're there!

Nah: Ah. Caught me again!

Gerome: I should have known.

Nah: Gerome, I have a favor to ask.

Gerome: *Sigh* What is it?

Nah: ... Will you let me touch your mask?

Gerome: No.

Nah: Why not? I don't care about seeing your face. I'll even close my eyes if it makes you feel better. Again, I'm just curious, is all.

Gerome: Even so: no. ... And whatever for? It's just a simple mask.

Nah: But I won't know that until I touch it. So come on!

Gerome: No. End of discussion.

Nah: Now you're just being stubborn! You know you don't need it! If you thought about it for a second or two, you'd see that.

Gerome: Hmph.

Nah: ...... Done thinking about it yet? Then go ahead, take it off!

Gerome: What are you blathering about? I thought you didn't want to see my face?! The mask stays and that's that!

Nah: Oh, very well! It's not that important anyway. Calm down, Gerome... It's not like I think you're ugly under there or anything. I'm just curious.

Gerome: That's not the point.

Nah: All right. I'll go. ...... GIMME THAT! Just... give me... that... *grunt*

Gerome: Get back, you madwoman! Ow! Argh! Put that stick down! Put it down, I say!

Nah: Not so tough now, are you?! Now! Give me that mask! Hrrngh!!!

Gerome: I don't have a stick! ... Ow! ... Right, that's enough! Minerva, to me!

Nah: Don't you dare! Come back here right now! ... Blast it! He flew off again!

[spoiler=A Support]Gerome: Huh? Is that...?

Nah: GEROOOOOOOME!

Gerome: Does that woman never rest?! ... Wait, what's she--? Oh, gods! She's charging right at me!

Nah: The mask! The mask! Give me that mask!

Gerome: Heavens save me, she's gone insane! Must get out of here! Minerva, to me!

Nah: WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAAAAAAAAAAY?!

Gerome: Egads, the very ground trembles when she roars! How can such a diminutive figure produce such a bloodcurdling sound?!

Nah: *Pant, pant*

Gerome: Why, damn you?! Why are you chasing me with such desperation?

Nah: I thought I told you? Curiosity!

Gerome: That hardly justifies your obsessive ferocity!

Nah: ... Well, your obstinance isn't helping!

Gerome: W-what's that supposed to mean? Aaargh! You're like a small child throwing fits for no reason! ... Wait. You are a child, aren't you?

Nah: Well, in manakete years I'm practically a mewling babe. But in human years I'm the same age as you.

Gerome: So, you're just playing with me, then? Is this all some... game?

Nah: Well, by now it is, yes. Take a good look. It's rare that I ever get this way. Never toy with my voracious curiosity!

Gerome: Why didn't you just tell me?! It would have saved a lot of aggravation!

Nah: Because puzzles are more fun if you must put in a little work to solve them! Besides, you wouldn't have played if I told you! You're always so grumpy. I couldn't even keep you in one spot long enough to talk to until now!

Gerome: I don't know...

Nah: Come, now. Admit it. You would have brushed me off like an annoying child. Actually, you've been doing just that, no?

Gerome: ... So this started out as curiosity, and gradually devolved to... this? ... You wanted to be friends but were afraid I'd refuse if you asked directly. So instead, you've been playing these annoying games?

Nah: Well it's all over now that you've discovered my fiendishly clever plan. *Sigh*

Gerome: Nah, wait! Come back. ... Damn. She's gone. ... Perhaps next time we meet it wouldn't hurt to play along...?

[spoiler=S Support]Gerome: Hello, Nah.

Nah: EEEEEEK!

Gerome: Hey, careful with those claws! They're sharp!

Nah: Well, you're the one who snuck up on me! Er... what do you want, anyway?

Gerome: I want to clear the air... I think you may have the wrong idea. I don't dislike you, Nah. Far from it, in fact.

Nah: So why do you jump on Minerva and fly off in the middle of conversations?

Gerome: I don't know. Perhaps I don't know how to respond to a woman so... interested in me. though honestly, I've never been good at talking to people in general. I do wear this mask for a reason...

Nah: So I see. I guess I can understand... But really, I'm just like everyone else, underneath it all.

Gerome: I... know that now. It just... took me some time to come to that realization. So...

Nah: So...

Gerome: So in the interest of starting over... I'm wondering if you'd like to play a game together? You can choose it. I promise I won't fly away on Minerva this time.

Nah: Really? You'd do that for me?

Gerome: Yes, I feel like... I owe it to you, after all. And, I suppose I could... loosen up a bit... Plus, if we're going to be friends, then I have to do things for you. Friends do that... right?

Nah: Can we get married, then?

Gerome: Er, is that what the game is called? I'm not quite familiar with the rules...

Nah: No, you silly man. I mean for real!

Gerome: Wh-where is this coming from?!

Nah: Don't you realize why I've been following you around all this time? It's because I've fallen in lo--

Gerome: Stop! That's enough. ...... Look. Why don't we pretend to marry for now and get to know each other? That would be fun, right?

Nah: No! I don't want to pretend! I truly do want to get married.

Gerome: Yes, but perhaps if we wait until we're both a little older--

Nah: Then you have to promise!

Gerome: I swear, on my honor as a soldier, that I will consider it. ... Eventually.

Nah: I'm more than willing to wait for a man that piques my curiosity like you do... After all, what's a few years to a manakete?

[spoiler=Cynthia x Severa (Friendship][spoiler=C Support]Cynthia: Get busy dying, or get busy dying MORE! ... That's my best victory catchphrase yet! I can't wait to use it! Hmm... But do I shout it before the killing blow or after? ... Oooooh! Or DURING?! Oh my gosh, this is going to be so great!

Severa: Oh, gods. Nerd alert. Just make sure I'm not around when you start yelling like a maniac, all right?

Cynthia: Did you come here just to be a jerk?

Severa: Just appreciating the irony of your situation is all. The more you embrace your "hero" bit, the more of a loser you are.

Cynthia: That is so totally not true! Heroes are completely awesome! And it's also none of your business!

Severa: Oh, you poor girl. Don't you know that everyone in camp is ashamed of you?

Cynthia: Nuh-uh! I get compliments all the time!

Severa: That's called pity. They're trying not to hurt your pathetic wittle feewings.

Cynthia: At least I HAVE feelings! You don't get it because you're emotionally stunted! A cynical ice queen like you can't possibly fathom the awesomeness of a real hero! Y-you're a villain! ... A supervillain, even!

Severa: If having no patience for your sad little fantasies makes me a villain, so be it. ... Meh. I'm bored of making fun of you now. Go back to playing your little games.

Cynthia: I will! Good day! And good riddance!

[spoiler=B Support]Cynthia: Cry justice into the dark of night, and it will echo back, "Cynthia!" Any who would face divine judgment, step forward and meet my blade! ... Yes! Nailed it! That's a total keeper!

Severa: As in, keep out of sight? ... Keep secret forever? ... Keep being a big fat loser?

Cynthia: Keep being a huge jerk! What's wrong, jerk? Did you run out of flies to pull the wings off of?

Severa: Don't flatter yourself. I was just passing by. ... I should keep walking before someone sees us talking and gets the wrong idea.

Cynthia: I wish you would! You're like a dark cloud that just floats around raining on people. I don't think I've ever heard a single nice thing come out of your mouth!

Severa: All part of being a... what was it again? A cynical little ice queen? If I played along with your sorry delusions, what sort of villain would I be? Yes, I'm afraid you're stuck with me. Mwah ha ha ha ha!

Cynthia: That DOES it! I demand a duel!

Severa: ... Wait. YOU are challenging ME?!

Cynthia: Name your terms, villain! I'll outrun you, outfence you, or even outEAT you! Whoever loses has to apologize to the winner!

Severa: I'm sure you could win the eating contest easily...

Cynthia: Ha! You talk a big game, but that's all you are--a big bag of hot wind. A supervillain like you wouldn'y have the guts to face me in a fair fight!

Severa: I was going to take pity and spare you the humiliation, but so be it. You're on, loser! I hope you're ready to be crushed like a cockroach!

Cynthia: Ha! Now that's a lame line if I ever heard one! So, what'll it be? Name your challenge. Pick anything you like. Doesn't matter to me. I'm better than you at everything!

Severa: Destroying you at any single event wouldn't prove the spectacular gap in our skills. I'll take you up on all three of the tests.

Cynthia: ... Er, all three?

Severa: That's right! Unless you want to go ahead and concede now?

Cynthia: N-not on your life! I'm going to enjoy grinding you into the dirt!

Severa: Hah! Now who sounds like a villain? Maybe you should drop the prissy little hero act and join me on the snarky side...

Cynthia: Never!

Severa: Then I suggest you stop dreaming up catchphrases and start drafting that apology. You'll be needing it soon! Mwah ha ha ha!

[spoiler=A Support]Cynthia: ... I'm impressed you showed up.

Severa: Oh, I wouldn't miss it. I'm looking forward to that apology.

Cynthia: Yeah? Well I'm looking forward to... Uh... Showing you that justice always prevails!

Severa: Ugh, whatever. It always comes back to that with you, doesn't it?

Cynthia: A hero's fate is to see justice done. Meanwhile, villains like you are fated to get kicked around by us heroes!

Severa: Well, since you seem so full of energy, we'll start with a foot race. Keep up if you can!

Cynthia: Ha! I'll leave you in the dust!

Cynthia: *Gasp* *pant* How were you... able to keep up?

Severa: *Huff* *gasp* "Keep up"? I was... in the lead!

Cynthia: What?! *wheeze* That's... ridiculous!

Severa: *Gasp* This whole... duel is ridiculous... One challenge down, and we're no closer to a resolution than when we started. On to round two!

Cynthia: Swordplay, was it? As you wish... Have at you!

Severa: *Smack* Oh my gosh, what?! That hurt, you lunatic! No one cares if YOUR ugly face gets ruined, but I'M pretty!

Cynthia: *Bop* Yowch! Your insults don't hurt as much as these dumb wooden swords!

Severa: Okay, time out! I'm exhausted!

Cynthia: What say we recuperate with a little snack, hmm? On to the eating competition!

Severa: Urrrrp! S-so stuffed... C-c-can't... eat... another... bite...

Cynthia: D-don't... talk... about food... C-can't... even... move...

Severa: I think we tied again. This is stupid! Three rounds and we STILL don't have a winner! I don't even care anymore! I'm completely wiped. I'm not moving another inch today.

Cynthia: Ugh, me too. Let's just forget the whole thing.

Severa: I always thought you were just a loser with big loser fantasies... But you've actually got guts... and heart.

Cynthia: And I guess you're not just an emotionally stunted ice queen. You've got fire in your belly. I could maybe even learn from you.

Severa: We're kind of a weirdly matched pair, huh? How about I let you call the duel a draw and we try being friends?

Cynthia: Let me, huh? Ooooh, so generous! But when you think about it, our mothers were friends as much as they were allies. Maybe we were fated to be the same all along.

Severa: I'm too tired to think about fate.

Cynthia: Ha ha, I'm barely keeping my eyes open here, too. I say we take a nap, then go for a cup of tea.

Severa: Deal... But I get to... pick the... Zzz...

Cynthia: Ha ha. You fell asl... Zzz...

[spoiler=Nah x Yarne (2nd Gen. Romantic][spoiler=C Support]Nah: Huh? Is that... Yarne?

Yarne: Haaaaaah...

Nah: Whoa, what was that? Some kind of secret taguel focus training?

Yarne: It was a sigh.

Nah: That was pretty impressive for a sigh. I though it was part of an ancient form of meditation or something.

Yarne: You've got some imagination, Nah. I guess the world looks different when you can turn into a dragon. ... Gods, I'm so jealous.

Nah: What? Where did that come from?

Yarne: Well, can you blme me? There's the claws, and the fangs, and the breath, and the part where you're all huge! Who wouldn't be jealous of that?

Nah: Hey, us dragons have our share of problems too! You're a pretty obvious target when you're as big as a barn!

Yarne: Yeah, I guess. But still...

Nah: Besides, you can transform, too!

Yarne: Yeah, into a rabbit! Not exactly feared as nature's deadliest killers, are they?

Nah: Maybe not, but they're quicker than most. That makes them perfect for quick tactical strikes and diversionary runs. I mean, come on. Bunnies have their strengths.

Yarne: Calling them "bunnies" is not helping. ugh, let's not talk about it. It's depressing.

Nah: You were the one who brought it up!

[spoiler=B Support]Yarne: HAAAAAH!

Nah: Okay, that one HAD to be secret taguel focus training!

Yarne: Nope! Still just a sigh.

Nah: Who sighs that aggressively? I thought you were channeling energy to smash a boulder or shoot fire or something.

Yarne: It won't be the last time I disappoint you, I'm sure...

Nah: Geez. You're a real downer, you know that? So what's the problem? Tell me. Manaketes and taguel are practically cousins, so I'm sure I'd understand.

Yarne: I was just thinking how much I hate fighting and how I wish the war were over already.

Nah: It sounds like someone needs to get in touch with his inner warrior.

Yarne: What makes you think I even have one?

Nah: You're a taguel! Your people have always been fighters, the same as us manaketes. If you can tap into that innate clan instinct, you'll be a whirlwind of death in no time.

Yarne: But it's also up to me to keep that clan alive. If I die, we go extinct.

Nah: I agree, that's a weighty responsibility. But this war could just as easily kill you whether you fight or not.

Yarne: And this is supposed to encourage me how?

Nah: If you're not truly safe either way, why not stop worrying and fight like a taguel?

Yarne: If It were that easy to just stop worrying, we wouldn't be having this conversation.

Nah: Grow a spine, Yarne! Gods! I'm half your size, and I'M fighting!

Yarne: Yeah, until you turn into a dragon! Then you're nine times my size! You know what? This is dumb. We're not the same at all! Plus, there are other manaketes out there if something happens to you! So quit talking like you have any idea what it's like!

Nah: ......

Yarne: Nah... Look, I'm sorry. I should go.

Nah: Yaren, wait. ... See you around, I guess.

[spoiler=A Support]Yarne: I still feel bad for barking at Nah like that. I should probably go apologize. Let's see... Is this her tent? Yeah, I think so... Nah? Hey, Nah? Is this a good time?

Soldier:Aw, cheese it, boys! We got company!

Yarne: Wh-who are you people?!

Nah: Nnngh! NNNNNGH!

Yarne: Nah, you're going to have to enunciate if you want me to--... wait a sec, is this a kidnapping?!

Soldier: Oy, he's seen us! Gut him like a fish, boys! Gya ha ha!

Yarne: You can try, scum!

Yarne: You all right, Nah? You seem pretty shaken up.

Nah: ......

Yarne: That was pretty bold of those bandits to sneak into the camp like that... They must have thought you were just some kid they could sell into slavery. Monsters!

Nah: ...Th-thank you.

Yarne: Don't be silly! I, uh... I'm glad to lend a hand. ... Surprised you needed my help, though. I would think a couple scraggly bandits would be a quick snack for a dragon.

Nah: They snuck up and grabbed me from behind. I reached for a dragonstone, but...

Yarne: Hey, no worries. Happens to all of us from... um.. time to time.

Nah: I'm just so glad you came...

Yarne: Y-yeah... Me, too.

Nah: I've never seen you that fierce. I didn't know you had it in you!

Yarne: Heh. Neither did I, honestly!

Nah: I was just... so scareed. Even now, when I think of what could have happened...

Yarne: Hey, believe me, I'm the last guy to blame anyone for being scared. But you're safe now, thanks to a certain killer bunny!

Nah: You know, you really were amazing...

Yarne: Aw, it's nothing anyone else wouldn't have done. But if you're ever in trouble again, you know you can count on me.

Nah: I will!

Yarne: ... Sweet carrots! Itfels good to play the hero fo a change.

[spoiler=S Support]Yarne: Nah, I--

Nah:Eek!

Yarne: Whoa, hey, it's just me! It's Yarne! What's with the scream?

Nah: O-oh, I'm... I'm sorry, Yaren.

Yarne: Are you still shook up from those dumb bandits? I'd been wondering. I've heard the others say you've been jumpy lately.

Nah: I can't help it. I know it's silly, but I still get nightmares. Crazy, right? I mean, I'm a manakete! But now I can't even sleep without seeing kidnappers everywhere. It's stupid. ... I'm stupid.

Yarne: You're not stupid, Nah! It was a terrible experience, you know? Have you talked to anyone else about this?

Nah: ......

Yarne: I guess it's tough to come out and say a giant dragon is afraid of bandits, huh? Look, nobody would ever laugh at you for it, but I won't pressure you. However, I WILL promise to keep you safe! I'll stand guard by your tent if I have to.

Nah: What?

Yarne: No one deserves to live their life in fear, no matter how strong they are.

Nah: You really mean that?

Yarne: Of course! So rest easy. I'm here for you.

Nah: That's so kind... I'm... I'm so grateful, but... *sniff* But I can't ask you to.

Yarne: Hey, don't cry. It's just what you do for... the girl that you love.

Nah: What?

Yarne: It spooked me so bad when I saw them try to take you. I think that's when it hit me... I'd fight anyone to keep you safe, Nah. I never want to lose you.

Nah: Oh, Yarne! You're my hero!

Yarne: Heh, I guess I owe those bandits one.

Nah: Oh, don't even-- That's awful!

Yarne: Heh. Funny to think about, though, isn't it? A cuddly bunny rabbit protecting a dragon? Heh heh... Ha ha ha!

Nah: ... Hee hee! Yeah... maybe just a bit. Oh, c'mere, cuddles!

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Alrighty, all done with FreddyxFemale Avatar! I had to use the video linked in the first post to get the C support which I skipped because I don't think I can access the support log until I beat the game. Ohhh, the S support was absolutely adorable, especially Freddy Bear's confession. <3

[spoiler=Frederick x Female Avatar]

[spoiler=C Support]

Frederick: Your grip, stance, and breathing are wrong. Focus, Avatar. ...Again!

Avatar: Ready!

Frederick: That's enough for today. Your form has improved considerably. The pace of your progress is remarkable.

Avatar: *Huff, huff* Th-thanks... I feel like...I've got the basics *huff* down now... But... S-so tired... *huff* I think I'm dying...

Frederick: Ha! You're exaggerating! Or at least I pray so. Otherwise you might as well die here—you won't last long on the battlefield.

Avatar: I suppose...but I'm exhausted nonetheless... But you... You've hardly broken a sweat?

Frederick: I should certainly hope not. If a little training winded me, I would be in no shape to serve Chrom.

Avatar: Well, I'm impressed. You must train hard to build such endurance.

Frederick: Well, I awaken before dawn each day to build the campfires... Then, whenever we march, I scout the trail ahead, removing rocks and such... Wouldn't do to have someone turn an ankle mid-campaign, now would it?

Avatar: (So that's why... I always thought it was just a fixation with pebble collecting...)

Frederick: Beg pardon, did you say something?

Avatar: Er, nothing important! But I owe you for this training session, so let me help you with tomorrow's fire. It'll be a snap with my magic. Find a tree, hit it with a lightning bolt, and presto!

Frederick: ...Instant forest fire.

Avatar: Oh! Well, yes, I suppose that...could happen... In any case, I do still owe you a favor. Whatever you like—name it and it's yours. You needn't decide today, of course. Think it over for the next time we meet.

Frederick: I am unaccustomed to asking favors, but if you insist, I shall find something.

[spoiler=B Support]

Frederick: Hello, Avatar. I've thought about your previous offer.

Avatar: The favor? Oh, good! What'll it be? Just say the word.

Frederick: I recall seeing you eat bear with great relish shortly after we first met. I should like you to teach me this skill. ...Eating bear, that is.

Avatar: I remember that night! Lissa was in a froth. Said it smelled like...old boots, was it? Wait, so you didn't eat any either?

Frederick: I fear I've rarely been able to choke down wild game, and bear least of all. But as the war grows harsher, I can no longer afford to be picky. There may come a day when bear is the only food available to us. Best I train to overcome my aversion now, when our situation is not so dire.

Avatar: True, and even the finest knight isn't much use on an empty stomach... Alright then, you're on. Let's get you eating some bear!

Frederick: Yes, I will train till I can consume anything, without concern for taste or decorum. Like an animal, or a savage... Or like you, Avatar.

Avatar: ......

Frederick: Er, Avatar? ...Did I say something wrong?

Avatar: Um, no, nothing. Don't worry about it. So, Frederick. You don't have a problem with more common meats, do you?

Frederick: Beef and pork are fine. I also enjoy a good chicken on occasion.

Avatar: Then let's start simple. Take a bite of this jerky.

Frederick: I shall tear into it with gusto! *munch munch* BLEAGH! G-gamey! S-so gamey! What... *cough* What IS this?!

Avatar: It's bear. Leftovers from the same bear we ate that night, in fact! I saved some.

Frederick: Eeeaaaaagh! Healer! I need a healer!

Avatar: Animal or savage indeed. How rude of him... Guessing he wasn't joking about his aversion to bear, though...

[spoiler=A Support]

Avatar: Hey there, Freddy Bear! I've got some new cured meat for you to try...

Frederick: I'll thank you not to refer to me by that ridiculous name. ...And I'm not so gullible as to fall for you bear-jerky trick twice.

Avatar: Oh? I thought you were serious about getting over this, Frederick. Look, I'm not a monster. I prepared a whole series of meats in order of gaminess. We can take it slow.

Frederick: ...Well, I suppose I did ask for this.

Avatar: All right then. We'll start with chicken, then pork, then beef.

Frederick: *Munch munch* ...Hmm. Excellent so far.

Avatar: Next is mutton. It starts to get a little tricky here.

Frederick: *Munch munch* ...This is...manageable.

Avatar: You're doing great! Okay, this one's venison.

Frederick: *Munch munch*

Avatar: ...By which I mean bear.

Frederick: PFFFFFFFT! Augh! By the gods! I'm d-dying! Dying! Ah... It's s-so dark... T-tell Chrom that...

Avatar: Oh, stop exaggerating! Otherwise you might as well die here—you won't last long on the battle...field? Whoa. I just had intense deja vu.

Frederick: I said the same to you, once upon a training session. And I was right. If I succumb to this, I can't well protect everyone on the front lines... My body is ready, Avatar! The next sample, if you please!

Avatar: You talked yourself back into it? Impressive. And perhaps a little disturbing... Ah, well. Whatever works. Let's finish this! Frederick! Open wide!

[spoiler=S Support]

Avatar: You did it! You chomped down on that crocodile jerky like it was a candied fig!

Frederick: *Groan* I h-have...you to thank... Giving me...the strength...

Avatar: And last, but certainly not least...

Frederick: W-wild bear meat?

Avatar: You can do it.

Frederick: *Nibble* ..... *Nibble*

Avatar: You did it, Frederick! You swallowed the whole thing! You've overcome your phobia of bear meat!

Frederick: Thank...you.

Avatar: Er, but you look a little pale. Do you feel alright?

Frederick: I'll be fine. Better than fine, in fact. Thanks to you, I needn't ever battle on an empty stomach. I stand in your debt.

Avatar: Glad to be of service. After all, you have to be in tip-top shape to protect the rest of us.

Frederick: I should tell you that last night, I made a promise to myself... I swore that if I could keep the bear meat down, I would offer you...this.

Avatar: ...Huh? A ring? ...But why?

Frederick: I would like you to be my wife.

Avatar: What?! Oh Frederick... I did NOT see this coming!

Frederick: I was thinking about what would happen if I managed to overcome my weakness. We would have no more reason to spend so much time together. And yet, I cannot bear the thought of leaving your side, Avatar. So after so much thought, I determined that I had no choice but to propose.

Avatar: ...I don't know what to say. Except...deciding to marry a girl when you didn't upchuck a mouthful of bear? It might be the most unromantic thing I've ever heard!

Frederick: Well, yes, but...

Avatar: Oh, I don't care, Frederick! I've been in love with you since our first bear dinner!

Frederick: You do me a great honor, milady. You will not regret it, I swear to you!

Confession: My heart is yours, milady. I vow to defend you as knight and husband until death should part us.

[spoiler=Bonus]

Frederick: Ah, Avatar, you are looking lovely as always.

Avatar: Oh, Frederick, stop! You're making me blush. But I love you too!

[spoiler=Bonus 2]

Avatar: Frederick? What's that sticking out of your pocket?

Frederick: Alas, caught in the act! ...I bought this pendant for you! So much for the surprise.

And that's my story of the female Avatar and her Freddy Bear!

Also, I noticed that Frederick and Morgan is unclaimed. Since Freddy Bear is my Avatar's hubby, may I also volunteer to do this support as well? I'll be sure to get every moment Freddy spends with his boy!

EDIT: Updated with bonus dialogue! Oh, Frederick, you are such a charm. <3

EDIT2: Updated with some more bonus dialogue! That was so sweet of Freddy. ^^

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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.

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Sully X Virion is done. And on top of that, here's the C Support for Chrom X Gaius.

[spoiler=Chrom X Gaius]

[spoiler=C Support]

Chrom: Gaius, do you have a moment?

Gaius: What's up, Blue?

Chrom: …Blue?

Er, right. Well, you must have traveled a lot in your old line of work, yes?

Gaius: Sure did! Us thieves tend to outstay our welcome in a hurry.

Chrom: The reason I ask is that I've had little chance to see the world properly.

I've journeyed on diplomatic business, but that's pretty much it.

And frankly, one majestic court looks very much like another.

I've often wondered what it would be like to roam the world free of royal burdens.

Gaius: Ha! You royals up in your pointy towers really don't have a clue!

You think us commoners are free to just spend our days sauntering along!

Think we pick daisies and gaze at tourist attractions and eat bonbons all day!

Chrom: Look, that's not what I was implying at all. …And I think you know it.

Gaius: So what's the problem? Tired of silk pants and the undying adoration of the masses?

Chrom: I try to appreciate my situation, but being a royal can be incredibly…stifling.

It's a comfortable prison, true, but a prison nonetheless.

Gaius: Sounds like a serious case of not being able to count your blessings.

Chrom: It's true–I'm never hungry, I've a hot bath and a warm bed, people leap to my aid…

Perhaps you're right. What right have I to complain of such a life?

Gaius: Bingo.

[spoiler=B Support]

Gaius: Heya, Blue.

Chrom: You know, I really wish you wouldn’t call me…

Never mind. What can I do for you, Gaius?

Gaius: You got any plans for the evening? After supper, I mean?

Chrom: I have to inspect the armory and make sure we’re ready for the next battle.

Gaius: Boooooor–ing. What about tomorrow?

Chrom: Tomorrow I meet with the war council to discuss strategy and tactics.

Gaius: Man! It’s all work and no play for our fair leader, isn’t it?

Chrom: …What exactly did you want, Gaius? If it’s important, I’ll carve out some time.

Gaius: Oh, it’s not so important. …Or maybe it IS!

Chrom: Would you please get to the point?

Gaius: Look, I got to thinking about what you said. You know, about not having freedom?

Chrom: Yes?

Gaius: Well, I thought I’d give you a taste of what it’s like to be footloose and fancy–free!

Chrom: How do you propose to do that? I don’t have time for a ‘round–the–world tour.

Gaius: A single evening is all it’ll take! …You just tell me when you’re ready.

[spoiler=A Support]

Gaius: Finished your preparations? Ready to sample life outside the gilded cage?

Chrom: Preparations? I wasn’t aware that–

Gaius: Aw, come on! You want to dress up a bit, don’t you? …I mean, I would.

Chrom: Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Where are we going anyway?

How am I supposed to prepare when I have no idea what’s going on?

Gaius: Seriously, Blue?! Gods, if you royals aren’t the most coddled set of…

Look, we’re going out to have fun. You know about fun, right?

So try to wear something that doesn’t look like it was stolen from a corpse.

Chrom: Hey, I have a very keen fashion sense, thank you very much!

Gaius: …Well, I suppose those clothes’ll have to do, then.

Come on, Blue. Quit your grumblin’. I’ll explain on the way.

Chrom: B–but, wait!

*time passes*

Gaius: Ha ha! So,… What’d you think?

Chrom: It was…interesting.

Gaius: Yeah, but was it FUN?!

Chrom: Well, I suppose so. I’d never seen a man juggle flaming hams before…

And when those acrobats got into a knife fight…that really was something.

Gaius: I know you’re overwhelmed. It’s a lot to take in.

Still, we did what we set out to do.

Chrom: And what was that, exactly?

Gaius: To show you a slice of the real world!

Chrom: Ah, yes.

Gaius: So then? Still think you’re trapped in a prison made of diamonds and baby tears?

Today you wanted to experience something new, and that’s exactly what we did!

No one tried to stop you. No one asked for your autograph.

Nothing stood in the way except your own royal reserve.

King or traveling minstrel, the world is as narrow or wide as you make it.

Chrom: You’re saying it’s not duty that holds me back…but self–pity?

Gods… I’ve been such a self–indulgent arse…

Gaius: Aw, don’t be too hard on yourself, Blue.

Those silk–clad shoulders carry a heavier burden than I’d be willing to bear.

Just remember–attitude and outlook go a long way toward making your world.

Chrom: And you took me to that den of intiquity just to teach me that lesson?

Gaius: Naw, I like going there, but I can’t afford it unless some sap foots the bill.

But you be sure to let me know when you want to go again, all right?

Chrom: …Maybe later.

Alright, Chrom X Gaius is finally done. Turns out the red light district got replaced by the circus. XD And while I'll leave it up to Blumpen to give us Tharja X Gregor, I decided to get all the way up to the A Support on that one. I'll spoiler tag the events to come, just in case no one wants to see it without the actual support as evidence.

Tharja tries to cast countless curses on Gregor, but she becomes increasingly angered by the fact that none of the curses are working on him, to which he teases her about it. Later, Gregor wishes to ask a favor of Tharja, and wants to know if it is possible to resurrect the dead. She tells him no, but it is revealed that she can speak with the dead as an alternative. Gregor begs her to set up the curse to speak to the dead, offering his soul in exchange. After the preparations are complete, it turns out that Gregor wants to try and contact his brother...who is also named Gregor. It turns out that the name "Gregor" was his brother's name, and the current Gregor took his brother's name to honor his memory after the latter was kidnapped and killed by bandits. The spirit of "Gregor" talks using Tharja as a medium, and tells the current Gregor to forgive himself for everything that happened in the past, and that nothing was his fault.

God, that latter part of that spoiler was complicated as hell to write.

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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.

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Finished the romantic Morgan x Lucina supports and the Donnel x Owain parent/child supports

Morgan x Lucina (Romantic)

C Support

Morgan

Ah, perfect! There you are!

Lucina

Hmm? What are you hiding behind your back, Morgan?

Morgan

Ta-dah! It's for you!

Lucina

Ah! What lovely flowers! Thank you. But what is the occasion?

Morgan

Kids were picking 'em in the village we just passed through.

They gave some to me, so that's your cut.

Lucina

I don't think I've ever seen such vibrant colors...

Morgan

Wonderful, isn't it? Even in the throes of war, the flowers still bloom.

Just think what it will look like once the world is at peace! Fields awash in color!

Lucina

...Heh.

Morgan

Hmm?

Lucina

I've not known anyone so optimistic in all my days. I'm a bit envious, really.

Morgan

Why? Is something on your mind? Some worry eating at you?

Lucina

Not a specific concern, so much as a grim memory that refuses me peace.

...I apologize. I have no place to complain when you've lost your entire memory.

You must carry your own set of woes, do you not?

Living in a strange time, without a firm grasp on who you are?

Morgan

Ehh, it's not as bad as you might think.

True, it can leave you feeling a bit...untethered, maybe? Afloat?

But that's just another word for free.. Ever experience is brand new!

The smell of the air, the color of those flowers-it's all so fresh and intense!

Lucina

Hmm... I'll say it again: I envy you.

I arrived in this era with a heart blackened by painful memories.

Morgan

But your father's alive in this time, isn't he?

Lucina

Yes, and I consider it a blessing that I've had the chance to see him again.

Morgan, I... If you'll excuse me.

B Support

Morgan

Da da daaa doo dee dum...

Perfect! I've got my melody nailed down.

Lucina

What are you doing, Morgan? What's all that humming about?

Morgan

You heard that, did you?

So you recall the flowers I gave you? The ones from that village?

Well, in return for the flowers, I sang the kids a song I'd written.

They really seemed to enjoy it, so I thought maybe I'd try my hand at writing more.

Perhaps I can sing for the camp if I get good enough!

Lucina

I'm sure they would welcome the distraction from fighting and marching and...fighting.

I think it's a lovely idea.

Morgan

Yeah? Well, all right then! Guess I'd better get cracking!

Lucina

You really are always full of energy, aren't you?

How do you manage to act so cheery all the time?

Morgan

It's not an act. I just do whatever comes naturally.

And it's like I said before-when you can't remember anything, everything's brand new!

There's so much out there to discover, I don't have time to get depressed!

Lucina

I'm certain I wouldn't be so happy were I in your situation.

I think your sunny disposition must be some fundamental part of your nature.

I think it's wonderful.

Morgan

Hmm... I couldn't say. But isn't being in this era a pretty good deal for you, too?

All I've heard of our era are tales of death and starvation and a whole lot of bad stuff.

Lucina

It was a terrible place, yes.

Which means all the more hangs in the balance of our success or failure.

If e lose, this world will beocme the awful future we escaped.

...The very idea haunts my nights.

Morgan

Well, that won't do at all! A warrior needs her sleep!

You're a brilliant fighter and leader, but you can't shine from inside a gloomy cloud.

Lucina

...You're right, of course.

I'm sorry, Morgan. I certainly don't want to spread my dark cloud over others.

Morgan

Think nothing of it. I'm always happy to help find a silver lining!

A Support

Lucina

The future can be changed... It MUST be changed!

I believe that with all that I am, and yet the nightmares persist.

What I wouldn't give for some of Morgan's optimism...

Morgan

Did I hear my name?

Lucina

GAH?! M-Morgan! How long have you been there?!

Morgan

I just showed up, actually!

It's time for dinner. We're all waiting for you.

Lucina

I'm not hungry.

Morgan

Uh-oh. Not feeling well? Maybe you should lie down.

Lucina

It's an ailment of the heart, I'm afraid.

Morgan

Did something happen? If you feel like sharing, I'm happy to listen.

Lucina

Morgan, do you... Do you truly believe the future can be changed?

That we can overwrite our apocalyptic end with a happier one?

Morgan

Of course we can!

Lucina

How can you be so certain?

Morgan

Because my mother's that certain.

Lucina

Avatar...

Morgan

She's amazing, my mother...

My life's dream is to follow in her footsteps, actually...

Anyway, as long as she's on the problem, we're all in good hands.

I don't know many things about this time or this world, but I know I have faith in Mom.

Lucina

I see...

My own father, too, is fighting with all he has to win a better future.

The ties between them are powerful indeed.

Heh, so powerful I'm surprised they never "tied" the knot.

Morgan

Ha ha! There, you made a joke! ...A bit weak, but hey, it's a start!

So, feeling a bit better now?

Lucina

I am, actually. Thank you, Morgan.

S Support

Lucina

Morgan, I... Might I have a word?

Morgan

Sure. Does this have to do with what we talked about last time?

Lucina

I suppose so. What you said has given me great comfort...

I think I've seen the last of my nightmares.

Morgan

Lucina, that's fantastic! When you feel cheery, we ALL feel cheery!

Lucina

Morgan...

There's something I'd like to say to you. ...Something important.

Morgan

Oh? ...What is it?

Lucina

I don't get nightmares now because... I'm too busy dreaming of you.

And even when awake, I find you're in all my thoughts...

I feel as if I never really knew what hope was before I met you.

Morgan

...Wow. Lucina...I...

Lucina

Will you stay with me, Morgan? From now until the end of time?

Morgan

Sure, all right!

Lucina

"Sure, all right?" Th-that's not...

Do you understand what I'm asking, Morgan?

Morgan

I think so. You're in love with me, right?

Lucina

Y-yes...

Morgan

And I'm in love with you! And we'll stick together, come what may. Right?

Lucina

W-wait. You're in love with ME? Why didn't you just say so?!

Donnel x Owain

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!

Donnel

What's gon' on, Owain? Everthin' all right?

Owain

STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!

Donnel

Gosh! Did ya catch something'? Ya think yer contagious?

Owain

The blood of heroes that courses 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!

Donnel

...I'm a mite confused. Are ya under someone else's control?

Did some witch go and curse ya?

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!

Donnel

Hold on, Son! Stay where ya are! I'll run and fetch yer ma!

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...

B Support

Owain

Um... You're not still upset, are you?

Donnel

'Course I'm upset!

You started moanin' and shoutin' out of the blue! Yer ma and I were terrified!

*Sigh* Look, I AM glad yer all right.

But what'n blazes was that about, anyhow? Some kinda scripted theater show?

Owain

I don't scrip 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!

Donnel

And you an't 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...

Donnel

Well, a future where folks all talk like you sure sounds-

...OWAIN, HIT THE HAY!

Owain

What?!

Donnel

...Aw, pig slop!

Owain

Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!

Donnel

Nngh... Archers...in the trees...

They fired on ya... But I'd never let 'em hurt my boy...

We're outnumbered... We gotta skedaddle! Now GIT!

Owain

R-right!

Donnel

Whew! We lost 'em... I reckon we're safe here.

Owain

Gods, not again...

Donnel

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...

Donnel

This is how what happens?

Owain

*Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*

Donnel

Owain? Owain, are ya cryin'? 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.

Donnel

A-all right, then. I'll be here.

A Support

Owain

Father, how's the shoulder?

Donnel

Fine, thanks! Darn near healed, I reckon. Wasn't much of a wound to begin with.

Owain

Good. I don't know what I'd do if...if I got you killed again.

Donnel

So that's what this was about... I die protectin' ya in the future, don't I?

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!

Donnel

Well, 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.

Donnel

I'm awfully sorry to go dredgin' up those painful memories, Owain.

But more'n that, I'm sorry I left ya all by yerself in the future.

Owain

Father, no!

You never left me! I never felt alone- not even once!

You and Mother were always with me becase you were WITHIN me!

I'm the scion of a herione who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.

Donnel

Wait. So all this talk about havin' the blood of heroes in ya...

You were talkin' about your ma and me? Owain, that's so-

...Hold on a second. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a sickle?

Lissa and I sure don't seem the type to have unruly fluids...

Owain

Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...dramatic effect.

Donnel

...How's that again?

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!

Donnel

...Thank ya kindly, Owain.

But ya carry on more'n just our blood. Ya done plenty in your own right.

Lissa and me are right proud of everythin' 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 soul and set me ablaze!

Donnel

Heh. Well, I reckon it's nice to see ya gettin' back to yer usual self at least...

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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.

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Since I don't see it claimed and I supported their parents, I'm going to go ahead and transcribe Gregor x Inigo (parent x child) as soon as I start it up (which will be soon I'm almost ready to recruit him)

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I just unlocked a bit of extra romantic dialogue between Frederick and the female Avatar. I shall update my last post with it. :3

However, it might not QUITE be accurate, as this was unexpected and I didn't think to copy it down. But I remember it well enough to get most of the wording right.

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Acacia Sgt gave me permission to put up the Henry x Olivia support. So now I present to you:

Henry x Olivia

C Rank

Henry: ...Aw, poor little doggy. The silly mutt stepped in a hole and hurt its leg.

Olivia: DON'T TOUCH THAT DOG!

Henry: Huh? What the hey?

Olivia: I know you! You're that creepy kid who likes blood and magic and...blood magic!

You stay away from that poor little doggy!

Henry: But this dog is hurt. See, his leg has this-

Olivia: N-no! Stop! I'll take care of him and nurse him back to health!

Henry: Huh? Oh, okay, sure! We can take care of him together!

Olivia: T-together? Waaait a second.

Aren't you going to sacrifice him to your dark god or something?

Henry: You're a crazy lady. Why would I do that? I love doggies!

I want to save his life! Right, boy? Who's a good boy?

Aren't you glad the crazy lady wants to help us? Yes you are!

Olivia: Hey! How am I crazy? You're the one who's obsessed with blood!

Henry: Hey, that's a medical condition! Show some respect!

Olivia: Oh, never mind. Right now, we have a dog that needs looking after.

Will you run and get me some bandages?

Henry: You got it, crazy lady!

B rank

Olivia: Um, Henry? What are those red stains on your clothes?

Henry: Oh, will you look at that? It's blood! ...Wonder where it came from?

*Lick* ...Oh, hey! It's MY blood!

Nya ha! I must have been wounded in battle! Oh man, good times.

Olivia: GROSS! ...And also really creepy. And why are you laughing about it?!

That wound needs to be dressed immediately!

Henry: You wanna help? It's kind of out of the way, so I can't reach it.

Olivia: ...Oh, gods, look at how deep this is! How could you not notice?

Henry: Oh, I've got a high pain threshold. It's a genetic thing. Nerve damage.

I've had a lot worse than this!

Olivia: You've had WORSE? Where? And how?!

Henry: When I was a kid, my parents put me in this exclusive wizard school.

Well, as you can imagine, some of the experiments got a biiit out of hand.

Once, I almost set my face on fire! Nya ha! Those were the days...

Olivia: Your teachers were negligent. Why didn't your parents pull you out of there?

Henry: Meh, my parents didn't care what I did as long as I wasn't expelled.

Heck, the whole reason they sent me to wizard school was to get rid of me.

But hey, no worries! I turned out fine!

Olivia: I see now... Your cheerful demeanor is just a mask you use to hide your pain.

You use it as a cover to tamp down your deep=seated resentment and anger...

Henry: That's what all my psychiatrists said. But nope! Not true. I'm just a happy guy.

Olivia: No, no... You can't fool me. I've never seen a real smile from you, one from the heart.

I'm a preformer, you know! I can tell a faker when I see one.

Shhh... It's all okay now. You never need to visit that terrible school again.

Now come on, let down your guard. Show me the real Henry!

Henry: Wow. You really ARE a crazy lady!

Olivia: I am not crazy! I'm trying to help, so you could at least be polite!

*Sigh* All right, your wound is bandaged. But this isn't over, you hear?

I want you to come see me again so I can help you get over these emotional issues.

Henry: Hey, sure. I got time.

A rank

Olivia: Now, when you feel sad, you pull your face like so...

Henry: You mean like thiiiiiis?

Olivia: No, down! The corners of your mouth are supposed to go DOWN!

*Sigh* I'm starting to think that you're incapable of changing your expression.

Look, Henry. Life is like dancing...

You can't just mimic the moves. You have to FEEL them!

Henry: Nya ha! You compare everything to dancing. It's hilarious!

Olivia: I don't think this is a laughing matter. I'm trying to help you, you know!

Henry: Look, crazy lady. I like you. I really do. But you have GOT to let this go.

I smile because I'm happy, all right? Theres nothing more to it.

Olivia: N-no. That just can't be possible.

*Gasp* Ungh...urg...!

Henry: Hey, are you okay there? You're making funny noises.

Olivia: M-my chest...suddenly...feels tight... C-can't breathe... It h-hurts...

Henry: Aw, jenkies! You've been cursed! I'd know those symptoms anywhere.

Someone must have-

Olivia: *Pant* Henry... please. You have to get...out of here...

Henry: What? Oh come on, that's crazy talk. You're gonna die here in a second.

Now you just sit there while I dispel the curse... Hmm, let's see...

*Mutter, mutter, mutter* KA-BLAMMO!

So long, curse! See ya in hell! (My favorite line.)

Olivia: .....

Henry: Olivia? H-hey, Olivia. ...You being crazy again, Olivia?

Olivia?! Aw, come on, Olivia! You can't die now!

NOOOOOO! OLIVIAAAAAA! Come back to me, Olivia!

Stay out of the light! STAY OUT OF THE LIIIIIIGHT!

Olivia: S-stop crying. I'm...I'm all right.

Henry: ...Huh? Aw, thank goodness! I was worried there for a sec.

Olivia: Well, at least I finally got to see a different expression on your face...

Henry: Did you? ...I totally didn't notice.

Olivia: Thank you, Henry. You saved my life.

S Rank:

Olivia: Henry, I want to thank you for your help the other day.

Henry: Aw, don't worry about it. Really, I should have recognized the symptoms faster.

But don't worry! I'm gonna find who did it and make sure they never curse you again.

Oh, yes. There will be blood...

Olivia: Eek! I'm just glad you're on our side!

Henry: Well, I'm glad I'm on YOUR side!

Olivia: You do have a very nice smile, Henry. Even if it is a little creepy sometimes.

Henry: Aw, hamburgers. Really?

Olivia: Absolutely! And what's more, I was wrong to have ever doubted its sincerity!

I think I'm done giving you lessons.

Henry: Hey, I like your lessons! And I like YOU!

In fact... I wanna be with you all the time!

Olivia: Henry?

Henry: You don't think I went to all those frowning lessons because I wanted to frown, do you?

Heck no! I went because I wanted to see you and be with you!

So let's get hitched! What do you say? I've got a blood-magic spell all ready!

Olivia: Wh-what?! Um, but, H-henry, I don't...

Henry: Ha! Just kiddin'. I bought you a ring. Here, see? It's huge and everything.

Olivia: ...Oh my goodness. That IS huge!

You are a very odd man, Henry, and yet I find myself strangely attracted to you.

So yes. All right. Let's get married.

Henry: Awesome! You won't regret this, Olivia. I promise!

Olivia: Oh, this might just be the happiest day of my life!

Henry: Nya ha! Just hearing that makes me even happier than before!

Olivia: Hee hee. I didn't think that was possible...

Henry is sweet in a twistedly hilarious way.

All of my feels.

All of Them.

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Alright, Chrom X Gaius is finally done. Turns out the red light district got replaced by the circus. XD And while I'll leave it up to Blumpen to give us Tharja X Gregor, I decided to get all the way up to the A Support on that one. I'll spoiler tag the events to come, just in case no one wants to see it without the actual support as evidence.

Tharja tries to cast countless curses on Gregor, but she becomes increasingly angered by the fact that none of the curses are working on him, to which he teases her about it. Later, Gregor wishes to ask a favor of Tharja, and wants to know if it is possible to resurrect the dead. She tells him no, but it is revealed that she can speak with the dead as an alternative. Gregor begs her to set up the curse to speak to the dead, offering his soul in exchange. After the preparations are complete, it turns out that Gregor wants to try and contact his brother...who is also named Gregor. It turns out that the name "Gregor" was his brother's name, and the current Gregor took his brother's name to honor his memory after the latter was kidnapped and killed by bandits. The spirit of "Gregor" talks using Tharja as a medium, and tells the current Gregor to forgive himself for everything that happened in the past, and that nothing was his fault.

God, that latter part of that spoiler was complicated as hell to write.

@_@ GOOD GRIEF... that was indeed confusing.

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This was requested a while ago, so I'll type it up as I go so that you know I'm workin' on it. ^^;

Lucina/Inigo

[spoiler=C support]Inigo:

Lucina! Wait! Hold up one second. ...Aw, what, no smile for old Inigo? There's a shocker.

Lucina:

I beg your pardon?

Inigo:

It's just you're always so darn grim. Don't get me wrong, a determined woman certainly has her charms! But all day, every day is a bit much, don't you think? It's bringing people down.

Lucina:

Then the others have complained of my attitude as well?

Inigo:

Well, no. I mean, not everyone... But some people! Er, well, one. ...Okay, me. Look, I just figured I'd point it out before it became a huge problem.

Lucina:

I see.

Inigo:

Fretting is contagious! If you keep it up, you'll have the whole camp infected.

Lucina:

You think I'm contagious?

Inigo:

In a way, yeah! ...A little, I guess. You're a leader, you know? We all look up to you.

Lucina:

You make a fair case.

Inigo:

Yeah? So smile a little! Even if you have to fake it. It's not hard, you know. You just raise your cheeks like this! Here...

Lucina:

Gah! Ret go uh mah FAFE!

Inigo:

See there, Lucina? That's the cheeriest I've ever seen you. I think I feel a new infection coming on!

Lucina:

You'll freel more dan dat if you don unhand muh!

Inigo:

Ha ha, mercy, my lady! I'll leave you alone! But get practicing. Next time I drop by, I expect you to be smiling like a pro!

Lucina:

...Would he honestly have me grinning about all day like a madwoman? Bah. He always did seem a bit off...

[spoiler=B support]Lucina:

Another village wiped out by the Risen. Another step toward a dark future...

Inigo:

Tsk tsk tsk. Such a grim countenance...

Lucina:

Oh, it's you.

Inigo:

Looks like someone forgot her daily smiling practice!

Lucina:

Now is hardly the time!

Inigo:

Now is PRECISELY the time! In dark times like this, you just have to keep grinning until you feel happy.

Lucina:

A village was butchered, Inigo! Men and women, slaughtered! Would you have me charge into battle with a grin on my face? Giggle my way through war meetings?! Laugh as my steel pierces flesh?! There are times when a person has no business smiling!

Inigo:

Gods, but you ARE grave... All right, then. It looks like drastic measures are in order.

Lucina:

Wh-what are you... Get your hands away from--

Inigo:

Tickle tickle tickle!

Lucina:

S-stop that! Stop...AH HA HA! I-Inig... AH HA HA HA! Stop! Stop! Stop that this instant! Stop before I cut off your hands!

Inigo:

Well? Feel any happier?

Lucina:

I feel annoyed! I told you, I'm not in the mood for such folly. Now leave me be.

Inigo:

Hm, so tickling is off limits, then? Perhaps it's time for a little...

Lucina:

NO! Do not attempt anything! Do not even speak! JUST! BE! QUIET!

Inigo:

......

Lucina:

...Thank you.

Inigo:

......

Lucina:

Inigo, what are you... What is that...some kind of strange new dance? ...What is wrong with your face? Are you in pain...?

Inigo:

Ha ha! I'm fine, Lucina. It's called miming! That was my "man trapped in a box." Entertaining, no? And entirely silent! Mother taught me that one. She said she uses it quite often.

Lucina:

That isn't what I meant when I told you to be quiet!

Inigo:

Well how else am I supposed to help you practice?

Lucina:

ENOUGH, Inigo! What must I do to convince you to leave me in peace? Unlike you, my head is not filled with rainbows and sunshine. I carry sense enough to realize the dire straits we find ourselves in. I have no desire to smile right now, and even less to fake one! If you're too dense to understand that, I don't know how to help you!

Inigo:

...All right, Lucina, all right. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... ...I'll see you later.

Lucina:

...... Blast. I shouldn't have lost my temper. I know he meant well...

[spoiler=A support]Lucina:

Perhaps I should apologize to Inigo... He works on my nerves sometimes...but I know he means well. I suppose he'd tell me to just smile and forget about it.

Inigo:

...Hey, Lucina.

Lucina:

Inigo, I--

Inigo:

No, don't worry! Just passing through. I won't bother you, I promise.

Lucina:

Inigo, I actually wanted to apologize for before... I meant what I said, but my delivery was quite harsh... I appreciate your desire for mirth, but I just don't think this is the time. If you can agree to stop asking me to smile, I pledge to never yell at you again.

Inigo:

Sure. No problem. Sometimes I forget that everyone's head isn't stuffed with rainbows.

Lucina:

Inigo, I didn't--

Inigo:

Don't worry about it. Consider it dropped. I'll stop bothering you now.

Lucina:

Inigo, wait...

Inigo:

Hmm?

Lucina:

S-sorry... I just thought... It looked like you were crying.

Inigo:

What, me? Ha ha! No, I'm not crying. I'm pretty sure I was smiling?

Lucina:

Yes, I suppose. Still, for a moment it looked like... Well, I looked at your face, and it just made my heart drop...

Inigo:

Oh, wow. Um...I'm sorry? I certainly didn't mean to make you upset.

Lucina:

No, don't apologize! It is I who needs to make amends. I was unable to understand your thinking when you expressed it in words. But when I saw your face just now, it all became clear to me. We influence the emotions of those around us...and a smile is a powerful thing.

Inigo:

That's it exactly, Lucina! And yours counts for double!

Lucina:

Heh. Thank you, Inigo.

Inigo:

By the gods! Finally, she smiles! ...Now was that so bad?

Lucina:

It's...easier that I thought.

Inigo:

You're a natural!

Lucina:

Perhaps you will see more of this in the future. I shall dedicate myself to lifting the spirits of all those around me.

Inigo:

Well, if you ever need help, you only have to ask!

[spoiler=S support]Lucina:

May we speak a moment, Inigo?

Inigo:

So much for the new, cheerier Lucina...

Lucina:

Even the new me cannot muster a smile today.

Inigo:

What, did something happen? Is everyone all right?

Lucina:

No, our friends are all fine, so far as I know. That said, there hasn't been anything I'd call happy news, either.

Inigo:

Okay, seriously. What's going on? You're acting awfully strange today.

Lucina:

It's about to get...stranger.

Inigo:

You're scaring me, Lucina.

Lucina:

When I became so upset at your insistence that I smile before... Do you remember that?

Inigo:

Of course. I record everything any girl says to me, insults and all.

Lucina:

Well, I realize now that wasn't the only reason I was so angry... I was angry because you were making me happy, and I didn't... I didn't think I could afford such feelings at a time like this.

Inigo:

Oh?

Lucina:

I've been such a stern person to you, and I don't deserve your kindness... But the truth is, I... ...I think I am in love with you.

Inigo:

...What?

Lucina:

Would you stay with me, Inigo? Would you be the sword at my side?

Inigo:

I... ...Yes, Lucina. Yes! If you'll have me.

Lucina:

Truly?! For good and all?!

Inigo:

Lucina, I've been in love with you since the moment we met! But you're Ylissean royalty... I guess I never thought I was worthy. Besides, I figured Chrom would murder me if I tried anything!

Lucina:

You were worried about Father?! Ha ha ha! I can just picture him receiving you at the castle, broadsword across his lap! Ah ha!

Inigo:

There's that smile again!

Lucina:

I can't help it! Imagine Father chopping you into bloody bits! Heh ha ha ha!

Inigo:

I'm glad you're laughing and all, but maybe next we'll work on your sense of humor...

Lucina:

Ha ha... Oh, I'm sorry, Inigo. I'm just so happy about us, and... I guess I'm not used to such things.

Inigo:

Well, better get used to enjoying yourself, because you're stuck with me now!

Lucina:

Would that our love infects others just as sure as a smile does...

Inigo:

Right! We won't stop until every girl in the world is happy!

Lucina:

Right! ...Wait, just the girls? What do you mean, Inigo?!

Inigo:

Ha ha! ...Ha? Um...ha? Don't worry, love. You'll always come first in my book!

Lucina:

There shouldn't be a book at all! I catch you looking at another woman and it will be ME chopping you into bloody bits!

Inigo:

There's that odd sense of humor again! Heh, good one, Lucina. ...Er, Lucina?

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