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With Avatar (Male) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Avatar: Hello, Beruka. What are you up to?
  • Beruka: ...
  • Avatar: ...Beruka?
  • Beruka: It is obvious. I'm repairing my weapon.
  • Avatar: Oh, right. I suppose that is obvious. You know, I admire the care with which you treat your weapons. Which reminds me--- the other day, when I saw you on the battlefield---
  • Beruka: State your business. Quickly.
  • Avatar: Huh? I don't really have any "business." I just thought it would be nice to chat.
  • Beruka: Why?
  • Avatar: Do I need a reason?
  • Beruka: If you do not have business, do not speak to me.
  • Avatar: Beruka... Very well. I'm sorry for bothering you.
  • Beruka: Thank you. I'll never understand how people enjoy such meaningless chatter.
  • Avatar: Well... I guess I'd say it's because people want to get to know one another. Even now, I feel like I've gotten to know you just a little bit better.
  • Beruka: Why do you feel the need to get to know me?
  • Avatar: Because I'd like for us to be friends.
  • Beruka: Why?
  • Avatar: I... ah... I don't know. It sounds nice?
  • Beruka: You are strange. May I resume my task now?
  • Avatar: S-sure. Sorry to bother you. Maybe we can talk about this some other time...

B Support Edit

  • Avatar: Working on your weapon again, Beruka?
  • Beruka: You again. I suppose this is good timing. I need to discuss something with you.
  • Avatar: Really? You want to talk with me? About what?
  • Beruka: Our conversation the other day confirmed my hatred of conversations. Yet you seemed to think it was a good thing, as it helped you "get to know" me. What benefit do you think there is to be had in getting to know one another?
  • Avatar: As I said before: it's because I would like for us to be friends.
  • Beruka: Friends? Hmph. These are things people have said about me: "Beruka is a monster. She does not feel. She is barely human." "Beruka is a peerless assassin. And there is a reason for that." "She'd murder her own mother if given the order." "She's a puppet. A sad, murderous little tool with no will of her own."
  • Avatar: Beruka...
  • Beruka: I do not tell you these things to defend myself against them. I am telling you because they are accurate descriptions. Do you understand now what kind of person I am?
  • Avatar: ...
  • Beruka: i had a mentor who taught me how to kill. I returned that generosity with violence. My mentor died by my hand. I did not hesitate for even a moment.
  • Avatar: What? Why would you do such a thing?
  • Beruka: Why? What a foolish question. I was ordered to. Nothing more, nothing less.
  • Avatar: ...
  • Beruka: I hope this has been enlightening. No good will come of "getting to know me" better. Now, excuse me. Milord.

(Beruka leaves)

  • Avatar: ...

A Support Edit

  • Beruka: What are you doing here?
  • Avatar: Just came by to chat.
  • Beruka: Even after our last conversation? You are strange.
  • Avatar: Yep! That's me!
  • Beruka: So? What is it this time?
  • Avatar: Hm. Let's see... How about we talk about your family?
  • Beruka: My family? I don't remember them.
  • Avatar: Why not?
  • Beruka: I was abandoned before I was old enough to retain any memories. I don't even know who they were.
  • Avatar: I'm sorry. It sounds like I hit on a sensitive subject.
  • Beruka: Don't worry about it. It is what it is. I cannot blame them. They were neither good nor bad. Few in the slums even believed in such concepts. A man who was kind enough to give me bread was also a murderer. Was he "good"? Was he "evil"? Neither. He fed me. He killed. That is all. In the same way, my parents left me. In the same way, I kill. That is all.
  • Avatar: I see...
  • Beruka: May we be done now? This was pointless. Continuing it would only be more pointless.
  • Avatar: I disagree. You're an important ally, and I am grateful I've gotten to learn more about you.
  • Beruka: Ally? You think me an ally?
  • Avatar: Yes. Why wouldn't I?
  • Beruka: I told you I killed my mentor, correct? If given the order, I might kill you as quickly.
  • Avatar: Ha. Bring it on! I'll take you on with all I've got.
  • Beruka: You think you could defeat me?
  • Avatar: I don't know. But at the very least. I'd certainly make you work for it.
  • Beruka: ...Heh. You really are a strange one. But you're all right.

S Support Edit

  • Avatar: Ah. There you are, Beruka.
  • Beruka: More questions?
  • Avatar: Not quite. Today, I wanted to tell you something.
  • Beruka: Yes?
  • Avatar: I'll cut straight to the chase. I want to build a family with you.
  • Beruka: Please repeat your order. I do not understand.
  • Avatar: It's not an order, Beruka. Here, let me put it another way. I love you. Will you marry me?
  • Beruka: I...
  • Avatar: Yes?
  • Beruka: I understand the words you are saying, but I think you must be mistaken. Are you well, milord?
  • Avatar: Yes. And I'm not mistaken. You're the one I want to spend my life with.
  • Beruka: I see. Then I am sorry. I'm not interested in marriage.
  • Avatar: You aren't? Why not?
  • Beruka: I cannot say I even truly understand what a family is. I was not raised in one. I cannot make something I don't understand.
  • Avatar: I wouldn't worry about that. I mean, I don't really know either.
  • Beruka: What do you mean?
  • Avatar: I've always had people who loved me and called me family, it's true. But I don't know what a normal family is like. Ones where the parents and children all live in the same place. Where they're all close and loving, and they see each other every day... That's why I want to have one. I think it would be a beautiful adventure for us both. So, will you reconsider?
  • Beruka: Is that—
  • Avatar: A wedding ring. Yes. I had it made especially for you.
  • Beruka: Hm.
  • Avatar: Beruka? What's wrong?
  • Beruka: I...don't know what to do.
  • Avatar: You can do whatever you want. I only ask you don't reject it out of fear that you won't be able to handle it. I will be by your side every step of the way. We'll help each other through it.
  • Beruka: I suppose I will hold on to it for now, then.
  • Avatar: Thank you.
  • Beruka: I also have one request.
  • Avatar: Anything.
  • Beruka: Up until now, we've mostly talked about me. But I want to learn more about you. I want you to tell me everything about yourself.
  • Avatar: I would be happy to. We have a great deal of talking to do, I think. But now we also have all the time in the world to do it.
  • Beruka: Yes. We do.
  • Beruka: This warm, cozy feeling... Is this happiness? I only now realize that I love you...

With Avatar (Female) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Avatar: Hello, Beruka. What are you up to?
  • Beruka: ...
  • Avatar: ...Beruka?
  • Beruka: It is obvious. I'm repairing my weapon.
  • Avatar: Oh, right. I suppose that is obvious. You know, I admire the care with which you treat your weapons. Which reminds me--- the other day, when I saw you on the battlefield---
  • Beruka: State your business. Quickly.
  • Avatar: Huh? I don't really have any "business." I just thought it would be nice to chat.
  • Beruka: Why?
  • Avatar: Do I need a reason?
  • Beruka: If you do not have business, do not speak to me.
  • Avatar: Beruka... Very well. I'm sorry for bothering you.
  • Beruka: Thank you. I do not see why people enjoy such meaningless chatter. Do you?
  • Avatar: Well... I guess I'd say it's because people want to get to know one another. Even now, I feel like I've gotten to know you just a little bit better.
  • Beruka: Why do you feel the need to get to know me?
  • Avatar: Because I'd like for us to be friends.
  • Beruka: Why?
  • Avatar: I... ah... I don't know. It sounds nice?
  • Beruka: You are strange. May I resume my task now?
  • Avatar: S-sure. Sorry to bother you. Maybe we can talk about this some other time...

B Support Edit

  • Avatar: Working on your weapon again, Beruka?
  • Beruka: You again. I suppose this is good timing. I need to discuss something with you.
  • Avatar: Really? You want to talk with me? About what?
  • Beruka: Our conversation the other day confirmed my hatred of conversations. What benefit is there in getting to know one another?
  • Avatar: As I said before, it's because I would like for us to be friends.
  • Beruka: Friends? Hmph. I will make this quick. These are things people have said about me: "Beruka is a monster. She does not feel. She is barely human." "Beruka is a peerless assassin. And there is a reason for that." "She's a puppet. A sad, murderous little tool with no will of her own."
  • Avatar: Beruka...
  • Beruka: Do you understand what kind of person I am now?
  • Avatar: ...
  • Beruka: I had a mentor who taught me how ti kill. I returned that generosity with violence. My mentor died by my hand. I did not hesitate for even a moment.
  • Avatar: What? Why would you do such a thing?
  • Beruka: Why? What a foolish question. I was ordered to. Nothing more, nothing less.
  • Avatar: ...
  • Beruka: I hope this has been enlightening. No good will come of "getting to know me" better. Now, excuse me, Milady.
  • Avatar: ...

With Jakob Edit

C Support Edit

  • Jakob: Beruka. I hear you used to be a hired killer.
  • Beruka: Yes. Do you have a problem with that?
  • Jakob: No, no, quite the opposite. In fact, I have a job for you.
  • Beruka: Is this a joke? I don't like jokers, Jakob.
  • Jakob: It's not a joke. I have some killing I want you to do for me. Will you accept the job?
  • Beruka: ...I'll hear what you have to say.
  • Jakob: Lately some pesky insects have found their way into our food stores. I want you to kill them. Every last one of them.
  • Beruka: ...
  • Jakob: So? Will you take the job?
  • Beruka: I already told you I don't care for jests. Do not push me any further.
  • Jakob: This is no joke! These pests must be eradicated! Why should it matter, anyway? Killing is killing, whether they're bugs or people. If anything, it should be even easier for you!
  • Beruka: This discussion is over. Good day.

B Support Edit

  • Beruka: ...
  • Jakob: Beruka, well met. Have you changed your mind?
  • Beruka: I have not. Even if I wanted to, I do not know how to kill insects.
  • Jakob: What?
  • Beruka: I only know how to kill people. It was all I ever needed to know.
  • Jakob: Heh. You had a pretty unbalanced education then, didn't you? How'd you manage to grow up without learning how to take care of bugs? Were you raised under a rock?
  • Beruka: No. I was raised in a slum. The people who raised me trained me for one thing, and that alone.
  • Jakob: I see. Interesting.
  • Beruka: If you say so.
  • Jakob: Well, in any case, you can rest easy now. I won't ask you to kill any more bugs. I guess I've no choice but to do my own chores this week. So much for delegation. *sigh*
  • Beruka: You mean this task had already been assigned to you? Then why did you ask me to it?
  • Jakob: Isn't that what all your jobs were? Something that someone wanted done but didn't want to do themselves?
  • Beruka: Heh. A fair point. But please: do not try to pawn your chores on me again.
  • Jakob: As long as you promise not to stick a knife in me for this, it's a deal!
  • Beruka: You need not worry on that account. I will only kill you if the money is good enough. Butlers, however, are rarely important enough to merit that kind of pay. Good day.
  • Jakob: ...

A Support Edit

  • Beruka: ...
  • Jakob: Would it be so terrible for you to look a bit less hostile now and then? That dour look of yours makes it difficult for me to maintain my cheerful demeanor!
  • Beruka: Your what?
  • Jakob: I'm not asking you to smile. Just, perhaps, ease up a little on the glowering?
  • Beruka: I could say the same to you.
  • Jakob: What are you talking about? I always wear a pleasant expression on my face!
  • Beruka: Heh. You're the only one who thinks that.
  • Jakob: Hmph. In any case, did you need something?
  • Beruka: I was scared and thought you could help.
  • Jakob: Oh? And what does someone as skilled as yourself have to be afraid of?
  • Beruka: I feel as if I am changing.
  • Jakob: What do you mean?
  • Beruka: Until recently, my life followed one pattern, repeated endlessly. I would take a job and kill my target. Then I would return, eat, and sleep. I did nothing else. I saw no one else. But here, things are different. I do not know if I will be able to go back to that life. And if I cannot... I do not know who—or what—I will have to become.
  • Jakob: I see. You went from living a solitary life to one very much spent surrounded by others. And you are concerned because it has changed you in ways you don't understand.
  • Beruka: Precisely.
  • Jakob: Well, that's only natural. I think there is only one question to ask then. How much value do you find in your old self?
  • Beruka: What do you mean?
  • Jakob: What I mean is that you must look back on your life and make a judgement. If you don't think your old way of life was valuable, you should rejoice and cast it off. That's all I'm saying. There is no need to fear change. It can be rejuvenating.
  • Beruka: Heh. You are right. It might be best that I trust myself to the flow of things. Thank you, Jakob.
  • Jakob: No need to thank me. I am always glad to be of service.

S Support Edit

  • Jakob: Good day, Beruka!
  • Beruka: Jakob? How are you?
  • Jakob: Huh? You certainly seem more chipper than normal.
  • Beruka: I do? I wonder why that would be.
  • Jakob: Could it be that you're just happy to see me?
  • Beruka: Hmph.
  • Jakob: I'm right, aren't I?
  • Beruka: Well... maybe a little.
  • Jakob: Heh. I knew it! Well, I am delighted to let you know that I'm happy to see you too.
  • Beruka: Oh?
  • Jakob: Yes! And now I would like to put you in an even better mood. Beruka... I love you.
  • Beruka: What?
  • Jakob: That'd odd. You seem angrier, not happier. Maybe I was wrong...
  • Beruka: That is the worst joke I have ever heard. It's not funny at all.
  • Jakob: It's not a joke. I'm serious.
  • Beruka: ...
  • Jakob: Remember how you told me that being here has changed you?
  • Beruka: I do.
  • Jakob: The same goes for me too. As I got to know you, I felt a new emotion grow in me. It was, as you know now, my love for you.
  • Beruka: Jakob...
  • Jakob: Once I realized this, I reflected on my life as it was before I met you. And I realized it had changed for the better. So I accepted this change, Beruka. And now, I am asking you... have you felt anything similar change in your heart?
  • Beruka: ...
  • Jakob: Please. Don't be cruel. If you don't love me, you need only say so.
  • Beruka: Even if I did love you, you must know that I can't change who I am immediately. I will still have trouble being close with others. And I will still not be one to smile often. Even so, do you wish to be mine?
  • Jakob: Of course. We have plenty of time. There's no need to rush change. Just let me stand next to you. I want to be by your side as you enter your new life.
  • Beruka: Well. In that case... In the time we've known each other, you've helped me more than you could ever know. You have been a friend to me and accepted me for who I was when so few seemed to. Jakob... I love you. I love you so, so much.
  • Jakob: And I you, my darling.

With Silas Edit

C Support Edit

  • Silas: Beruka... can we talk?
  • Beruka: About what?
  • Silas: I... no, never mind. I must have been imagining it. There's nothing bothering you, is there?
  • Beruka: No.
  • Silas: Right... just my imagination, then. Sorry to bother you.
  • Beruka: Why did you ask?
  • Silas: Oh... I don't know, you just looked a bit... gloomy.
  • Beruka: I get that a lot. People ask me if I'm angry, or if something sad happened, and so forth. But I'm not. My emotions are just kind of... dead. That's why people think that.
  • Silas: Wait, what do you mean, "dead"?
  • Beruka: It's hard to explain.
  • Silas: ...
  • Silas: That's a problem. I'm even more worried about you than I was before...
  • Beruka: Oh.
  • Silas: Beruka, this is serious. That's no way to go through life. I can't let a friend stay like this. I'm going to help you do something about it!

B Support Edit

  • Silas: Are you ready to get started? I'm going to tell you a story. Just relax and listen.
  • Beruka: Ok.
  • Silas: Wait until you hear this... Hahaha... So the other day. Arthur walks in, and...
  • Silas: *sigh* This isn't working...
  • Beruka: ... No good, huh.
  • Silas: I just told you a hundred classic Arthur stories in a row! I asked everyone—these are the funniest stories we all came up with. I could hardly breathe as I was telling some of them! Weren't they funny to you?
  • Beruka: ... I don't know what "funny" feels like. I was just thinking about how rough Arthur's got it. That's all.
  • Silas: You don't know about humor? What on earth happened to you? Were you born this way?
  • Beruka: I don't know for sure. When I was growing up in the slums... I was told my parents were to blame for my emotions being dead.
  • Silas: Your parents? Do you want to talk about that?
  • Beruka: ... No.
  • Silas: Yeah. I"m not surprised. It's fine, though. These things are hard to open up about. In the meantime, I'll keep thinking of our next step. Hmm...what might work?
  • Beruka: ...

A Support Edit

  • Beruka: Silas. I'm ready to tell you about my parents.
  • Silas: What? Just like that?
  • Beruka: It seems like a good time. My parents...probably didn't love me.
  • Silas: What makes you think that?
  • Beruka: They abandoned me very early on. I have no memories of them. After that, I lived by myself in the slums. The first time I killed for money. I wasn't yet 10 years old.
  • Silas: How can someone so young be a hardened killer?
  • Beruka: I had a mentor in the slums. He taught me how to support myself. How to kill.
  • Silas: Where is he now?
  • Beruka: I killed him.
  • Silas: You what?!
  • Beruka: Someone wanted him dead. The contract went to me.
  • Silas: But...how could you?
  • Beruka: The money was good.
  • Silas: *sniff*
  • Beruka: Are you crying? Why?
  • Silas: Because what I'm hearing is horrible... I had no idea what your upbringing was like.
  • Beruka: I envy you, Silas.
  • Silas: What?
  • Beruka: It must be nice to laugh and cry. If I could feel sad about things, maybe I wouldn't have killed my mentor.
  • Silas: Beruka... I'm going to help you! Even if it takes years and years!
  • Beruka: ... Thanks, Silas.

S Support Edit

  • Beruka: Silas?
  • Silas: Oh, hello, Beruka. I was waiting for you. I got you a present. Here, open it.
  • Beruka: What is it?
  • Silas: Why don't you open it and see?
  • Beruka: No. tell me.
  • Silas: It's an engagement ring.
  • Beruka: ...
  • Silas: Marrying you is step one. That way, we'll have the rest of our lives for me to teach you about emotions. Someday, you'll learn how to cry and laugh for yourself.
  • Beruka: ...
  • Silas: Um... Beruka...?
  • Beruka: ...
  • Silas: Are you...crying?
  • Beruka: I don't know. Is this what crying feels like? Am I sad? Is that it?
  • Silas: Could be. But people also cry sometimes when they're happy.
  • Beruka: Is that true? Hmm. Yes, Silas. I will marry you.
  • Silas: Really?
  • Beruka: Honestly, I still can't tell what these tears mean. But maybe with your help, someday I'll get it.
  • Silas: That's my hope.
  • Beruka: If I learn to laugh and cry like you... Could I cry for my mentor? Can I shed tears of regret?
  • Silas: Someday. And when you do, I'll hold you until the tears run dry.
  • Beruka: Thank you, Silas.

With Kaze Edit

C Support Edit

  • Kaze: Hm, now that the war council is over, how shall I pass the time? I suppose I could head back to camp and organize my supplies... Hm?
  • Beruka: ...
  • Kaze: Beruka? What is it?
  • Beruka: Nothing. I currently have no orders, so I am merely standing by.
  • Kaze: So you've some free time then? Why not use the opportunity to go train? You spend so much time doing it, you must enjoy it.
  • Beruka: It is duty, nothing more. And I have spent enough time on training today. If I overexert myself, I will be fatigued tomorrow. This is unacceptable.
  • Kaze: Your dedication is commendable. Perhaps some fun is in order. Do you have any hobbies?
  • Beruka: Hobbies...?
  • Kaze: You don't know what a hobby is? Allow me to explain. Hobbies are activities you devote time to for pleasure and interest.
  • Beruka: Pleasure? Interest? Frivolities. I perform no such activities.
  • Kaze: Perhaps you should go for a walk, then? It might be a nice change of pace for you.
  • Beruka: What part of the term "frivolities" confused you, ninja?
  • Kaze: I do not believe it is a frivolity. Mental health is as critical as bodily health. Walking and other leisure activities relieve stress and purify the mind. It is, in a sense, your duty to spend some of your time off duty. Relaxing.
  • Beruka: I... see.
  • Kaze: If you push yourself to your limits at all times, it can weaken you. It is precisely the same reason you are not training right now. Overexertion is a vice. However, if you do not enjoy walking, you should not do it.
  • Beruka: I suppose it is worth a try.
  • Beruka: ...
  • Beruka: What do I need to do, exactly? Do I just... walk?
  • Kaze: How about I accompany you?
  • Beruka: Very well. You have my gratitude.
  • Kaze: You are most welcome.

B Support Edit

  • Kaze: Hello, Beruka. Are you up for another walk today?
  • Beruka: Yes.
  • Kaze: How about we go through the forest this time? It will be refreshing to be among all that greenery.
  • Beruka: Are the woods truly that pleasant to you?
  • Kaze: I think so. The air is always full of sweet smells. Especially when it rains. Pine sap, flowers, fresh soil, and wet leaves... And it's calming to look at.
  • Beruka: All I see in a forest are obstacles to be overcome.
  • Kaze: How very Beruka of you.
  • Beruka: Is it? Oh! Over there. A squirrel.
  • Kaze: Hm? Oh, yes, it is. Say...do you like animals?
  • Beruka: No...though I prefer them to people. They were always much kinder than the humans I knew.
  • Kaze: I see. Why don't you try to get a little closer?
  • Beruka: Hm? OK. I think I will....
  • Kaze: ...And there he goes. I'm sorry, Beruka.
  • Beruka: It's fine.
  • Kaze: He was just being cautious. Wild animals are frequently scared of humans. Don't let it get you down.
  • Beruka: I am not "down".
  • Kaze: Oh? My mistake.
  • Beruka: Yes. It was.
  • Kaze: Well, let's keep going. Who knows? We might even run into another squirrel.
  • Beruka: If you say so.

A Support Edit

  • Kaze: Beruka! I was about to go out on another walk. Would you like to join me?
  • Beruka: Very well.
  • Kaze: Perfect! I was hoping you'd say yes. I brought something special today.
  • Beruka: Is that...an acorn?
  • Kaze: Yes. With this, you might be able to get close to a squirrel.
  • Beruka: You still haven't forgotten about last time? Why do you think I want to pet a squirrel so badly, anyway? I don't care in the least.
  • Kaze: Haha. I know. I just brought this because I wanted to. Now, shall we be off? Ah, speak of the devil! It's a squirrel.
  • Beruka: Maybe he wants your acorn.
  • Kaze: Would you like to give it to him, Beruka?
  • Beruka: That's all right.
  • Kaze: OK, then... Here you are, little creature. Feast, and be glutted. Isn't that adorable?
  • Beruka: ...
  • Kaze: Heh. Were you having fun just now?
  • Beruka: Yes. I believe I was.
  • Kaze: I'm glad. I know we are fighting a war, but it is important to have moments like these. I hope you will continue to accompany me on these little strolls.
  • Beruka: Yes, I believe I will. I think I am beginning to see what you mean about this "hobby" business.
  • Kaze: I'm glad to hear it.

S Support Edit

  • Kaze: Beruka, are you ready for our walk?
  • Beruka: I am.
  • Kaze: It's funny, isn't it? How often we seem to go on walks these days. It doesn't seem so long ago that the very idea of such things was alien to you. And we've been talking much more than we used to as well. A growing friendship is a beautiful thing.
  • Beruka: Yes... I have never felt so close to another person before.
  • Kaze: Hm?
  • Beruka: When I'm with you, I feel...different. I do not know how to explain it. But it is nice. I very much enjoy spending time with you, Kaze.
  • Kaze: I wonder...perhaps now is the time.
  • Beruka: Huh?
  • Kaze: Beruka. I have to tell you something. I have developed feelings for you.
  • Beruka: You mean...?
  • Kaze: Yes. I want to be with you, Beruka. Do you feel the same way about me?
  • Beruka: I understand...and I wish to return your feelings. I...do not truly understand love, I know. But I feel happy when I am with you. Happier than I have ever been...and I think that is enough. Will you be mine, Kaze?
  • Kaze: I will. Thank you, Beruka. You've made me the happiest man alive.
  • Beruka: And you've made me the happiest woman. Thank you, Kaze.

With Xander Edit

C Support Edit

  • Beruka: Damn bloodstain...
  • Xander: Hello, Beruka.
  • Beruka: Why won't you come off?
  • Xander: Beruka, did you hear me?
  • Beruka: Lord Xander. Hello.
  • Xander: You seem quite focused on cleaning your weapon. Something troubling you?
  • Beruka: Do you need something, milord?
  • Xander: No, nothing important. I just sometimes enjoy conversing with my allies.
  • Beruka: Really. Well, you should be more careful when approaching an armed soldier.
  • Xander: Excuse me? What do you mean by that?
  • Beruka: Just that someone in your position must have numerous enemies. You can't afford to relax your guard.
  • Xander: But we are in camp—are you saying that I'm in danger, even when surrounded by allies?
  • Beruka: I don't want to go into detail. I apologize if I sound cryptic. Just know that there are words in this world that, once said, would change all.
  • Xander:  I still don't understand what you mean.
  • Beruka: I'm sorry, Lord Xander. I can say no more.
  • Xander: Hmm...

B Support Edit

  • Xander: Beruka, I believe I have determined what you were trying to tell me the other day.
  • Beruka: Indeed, milord?
  • Xander: Someone has hired you to assassinate me, haven't they?
  • Beruka: You know that I cannot disclose anything about my contracts.
  • Xander: But I am correct, am I not?
  • Beruka: *sigh* How did you know?
  • Xander: I didn't, until just now. But I had a feeling. Who gave the order?
  • Beruka: I can't say.
  • Xander: Why haven't you attempted to kill me yet? I assume that once assassins have a target, they move without hesitation. Even if they know the person. You more than most. Didn't you accept a contract to kill your old teacher?
  • Beruka: Perhaps I am still planning.
  • Xander: I am here, right now. If you are going to try and kill me, let's get it over with.
  • Beruka: M-milord?!
  • Xander: Why are you hesitating? Is the great assassin Beruka so easily intimidated? I can understand why, of course. Cross blades with me, and you'll surely lose. Despite your skill, I simply won't allow myself to lose—for the good of Nohr. When it comes to defending my kingdom, I won't let anything stop me.
  • Beruka: I do not doubt your dedication, milord.
  • Xander: Is that why you still do not strike, then? Perhaps you prefer sticking to the shadows until the moment is right. That's fine. There is no advantage in the world that will ensure your victory.
  • Beruka: ...

A Support Edit

  • Beruka: Lord Xander...
  • Xander: Has the time finally come, Beruka?
  • Beruka: It has not, milord. I am here to give you a report.
  • Xander: Very well. What is it?
  • Beruka: I have information about the demise of the man who wanted you dead.
  • Xander: Demise? You said nothing of the person being dead when last we spoke.
  • Beruka: That is because I had not yet killed him.
  • Xander: I do not understand.
  • Beruka: I saw the conviction in your eyes last time we spoke. I hadn't ever seen what it looks like when someone carries the weight of a kingdom. But when you  spoke, I could see that you would do anything to protect Nohr. No amount of money could compete with that determination.
  • Xander: Pathetic. You tucked your tail once you saw strength and then killed your employer to save face.
  • Beruka: You are incorrect, milord. I am Lady Camilla's retainer now, and I will continue to serve her faithfully. If I had killed you, it would have hurt Lady Camilla badly. When I confronted my potential employer and said as much, he attacked me. His death was an act of self-defense, not betrayal. I never accepted his contract.
  • Xander: Which means...you did not go back on your word.
  • Beruka: Correct, milord. However, after today I will resign from this army.
  • Xander: Why, Beruka?
  • Beruka: Because, for a time, I did consider taking that contract. You shouldn't have someone like me fighting by your side.
  • Xander: No. I do not accept your resignation. Despite being temped, you remained loyal to my sister, and thus to me. If I banished everyone who so much as considered dishonorable actions... Well, I imagine Nohr would be a rather empty kingdom. Compassion is important for he who would see himself as king one day.
  • Beruka: I think I understand, milord.
  • Xander: Good. I will be counting on you in the coming battles, Beruka.
  • Beruka: Thank you, Lord Xander. I will continue to faithfully serve the kingdom of Nohr. Not just for Camilla...but also for you.

S Support Edit

  • Xander: Beruka, I have had trouble tracking you down since our last conversation.
  • Beruka: I did not want to remind you of my near betrayal, milord.
  • Xander: I understand, but I must tell you… Your absence has wounded me more than those events ever could have.
  • Beruka: I…don’t understand.
  • Xander: Beruka, will you marry me? I have procured this ring as proof of my commitment to you.
  • Beruka: Milord, I…I'm so happy to hear those words from you. But…is someone like me, an assassin, truly a worthy queen of Nohr?
  • Xander: Of course. In fact, you are the perfect fit. Nohr needs a queen who is familiar with the dark side of life, not just the light. So tell me, Beruka—what do you say? I eagerly await your answer…
  • Beruka: I don’t know what to say, milord. I have the strangest sensation. It's like how I felt after my first kill. My heart is racing, and I feel like I have butterflies in my stomach. I have but one question, Lord Xander. If you had to kill me in order to save Nohr, would you do it?
  • Xander: … I would, yes. Though it would haunt me until my dying day.
  • Beruka: Good. I don’t want to come between you and your kingdom. I will gladly accept your marriage proposal.
  • Xander: You’ve made me so happy, Beruka. I'm sorry if this seems sudden, but you’ve always been so guarded about yourself… If possible, I'd love to see where you grew up.
  • Beruka: You want to see the slums? Are you sure? It's a dangerous, unsavory place…
  • Xander: I know, but I want to learn everything about you—about what made you who you are. I want to share in your sorrows as well as your joys, if you'll allow me.
  • Beruka: Xander… It would be my great joy to share that with you. Thank you…my love. 

With Camilla Edit

 C Support Edit

  • Camilla: Hello, Beruka.
  • Beruka: Lady Camilla. Do you have an assignment for me?
  • Camilla: Not at the moment. I simply wanted a chat with my darling retainer.
  • Beruka: Is that an order?
  • Camilla: Ahahah! So cold, Beruka.
  • Beruka: I always obey your orders, of course. I know my place. But if there is no assignment, I would rather not waste time talking.
  • Camilla: Oh? In that case: I formally order you to bide a while and talk.
  • Beruka: ...I'm not...a good conversationalist.
  • Camilla: Ahaha, I know that full well, dear Beruka. Would you rather I had you do something to amuse me?
  • Beruka: I am an assassain, not a court jester.
  • Camilla: Oh dear. Have I upset you? I only tease because I love, dear. Surely you understand.
  • Beruka: I wouldn't know...
  • Camilla: Hoho...what would I do without you?

B Support Edit

  • Camilla: Beruka...do you recall the circumstances of our first meeting?
  • Beruka: ...Please don't remind me.
  • Camilla: You kept repeating something, over and over..."I can't return until you're dead." You reminded me of a doll whose windup mechanism had broken.
  • Beruka: My orders at the time were to kill you.
  • Camilla: Oh, I remember full well. I warned you not to attempt it, but you were miles away, mentally.
  • Beruka: For an assassin, the mission is everything. To abandon it is unthinkable.
  • Camilla: Yet you didn't kill me.
  • Beruka: No. But only because you hired me on the spot.
  • Camilla: Becoming your new employer was the only way I could see to save you from yourself.
  • Beruka: I wasn't saved. I only took a better offer.
  • Camilla: Is that still how you feel about me? I'm a generous paymaster and nothing more?
  • Beruka: It's hard to say. But our professional relationship is what keeps me at your side.
  • Camilla: In that case, if another patron were to offer you an even greater sum...would you accept a contract on me, if you were so ordered?
  • Beruka: ...I might.
  • Camilla: Oh dear.
  • Beruka: But I would need more than money from any new master. I would also have to trust her than I trust you.
  • Camilla: Ah! Well. That's something of a relief.

A Support Edit

  • Beruka: Lady Camilla...
  • Camilla: Hello, Beruka. What can I do for my favorite retainer?
  • Beruka: I will never betray you as long as I remain in your service.
  • Camilla: Beruka, I didn't doubt—
  • Beruka: I will carry out every mission to the letter of your command. I was afraid you might have misunderstood me last time. But I have only ever betrayed one employer.
  • Camilla: The man who ordered me dead?
  • Beruka: Yes. He double-dealt and went back on his word. I took his contract only because I was desperate. But I couldn't trust him. That's why I took your offer immediately.
  • Camilla: And what if the day comes when you meet an employer more trustworthy than I?
  • Beruka: I would sign on with her without hesitation.
  • Camilla: Ask a silly question, I suppose...
  • Beruka: But I don't expect to meet an employer more trustworthy than you, Lady Camilla. You've always been kind to me, though I have nothing I can give you in return.
  • Camilla: Beruka...you discredit yourself.
  • Beruka: All I can do is carry out every mission you give me to the letter.
  • Camilla: That's all I ask, dear. But don't throw yourself away in the process. I don't want to lose you. You're too important to me to watch you die on my behalf.
  • Beruka: ...Is that an order?
  • Camilla: Yes. Yes, it is.
  • Beruka: Understood. My employer's orders are absolute.
  • Camilla: See that you follow them to the letter.  

With Leo Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Leo: Hello, Beruka. Something has been bothering me a while, and I was hoping to ask you about it...
  • Beruka: What is it?
  • Leo: Your skills are quite remarkable. Who was it that trained you?
  • Beruka: A person I met in the slums. Another assassin.
  • Leo: Based on what I've seen, your teacher must have had considerable skill. What was his or her name?
  • Beruka: An excellent question. However, I do not know the answer.
  • Leo: Pardon? How do you not know the name of the person who trained you?
  • Beruka: I was only taught the art of assassination. Nothing else was important.
  • Leo: Very well... Do you know where your old teacher is now?
  • Beruka: Dead and buried. By my hand.
  • Leo: You killed your teacher?! Why?
  • Beruka: He was the target for a contract I accepted, simple as that.
  • Leo: I don't know what to say...

B SupportEdit

  • Leo: Hello, Beruka. Sorry for the intrusion, but I can't stop wondering why you killed your teacher...
  • Beruka: Why does it concern you?
  • Leo: I'm curious, that's all. I want to learn what kind of person you are.
  • Beruka: It is as I said before: I accepted a contract to kill my teacher, so I did.
  • Leo: Do you always carry out a contract, even when the target is someone you know?
  • Beruka: I do. The subject of any contract is just another target to me.
  • Leo: Was there no way you could refuse the contract to kill your teacher?
  • Beruka: I could have, but I had no reason to.
  • Leo: Oh, I see. You hated your teacher, then?
  • Beruka: We had no problems between us.
  • Leo: Then...I still don't understand. How can you be so calm about this?
  • Beruka: You are factoring in emotion. You can't do that when you take on a contract. And once a contract is over, you have to forget about it. That was the final lesson that my teacher gave to me.
  • Leo: That seems very...cold.
  • Beruka: Is it? Before, I would kill someone if I accepted a contract. Today, if Lady Camilla ordered it, I would kill someone without hesitation. Nothing has really changed.
  • Leo: So if you got an assignment today to kill someone, it wouldn't matter who they are? Even if they were a friend or ally?
  • Beruka: If I accepted the contract... You're right, it wouldn't matter.
  • Leo: That is...most unsettling.

A SupportEdit

  • Leo: Oh, Beruka. I didn't see you there...
  • Beruka: Have you been avoiding me, milord?
  • Leo: What do you mean?
  • Beruka: Exactly what I said. You seem to be going out of your way to not be around me.
  • Leo: I suppose I have been, yes. It's difficult to trust someone that you know could change sides in an instant. If you accepted an assignment, you would try to kill that person right away, right?
  • Beruka: That is how it works, yes.
  • Leo: So I thought. Even so, I'm only wary of you. I feel no fear in your presence.
  • Beruka: I don't understand. Why not?
  • Leo: Well, you serve my sister Camilla, who I'm certain would never order my death.
  • Beruka: Another person could give the order. Never assume something is impossible.
  • Leo: This is true... Even so, I still don't fear you. It's a waste of time to overly concern myself with unlikely events. There are undoubtedly those who already want me dead, so I'll worry about them.
  • Beruka: Ignoring potential threats can get you killed.
  • Leo: You really want me to be afraid, don't you?
  • Beruka: Perhaps.
  • Leo: Well, so long as you're my ally, I have nothing to fear from you. You'll fight with me and help defeat those who stand against me.
  • Beruka: You are correct.

S SupportEdit

  • Leo: Beruka, I was wondering... Is there anyone that you think you'd be unable to kill?
  • Beruka: Hmmm... Of course, anyone stronger than me would prove impossible to defeat.
  • Leo: Sorry, I meant...anyone you wouldn't be able to kill for sentimental reasons.
  • Beruka: Oh. No.
  • Leo: Ah, I see...
  • Beruka: Why do you ask, milord?
  • Leo: Because you said you'd kill anyone you were ordered to, no matter who they were.
  • Beruka: That is correct.
  • Leo: But, what if that person was more to you than just someone you knew?
  • Beruka: I don't understand.
  • Leo: What if you were told to kill a family member? Would you be capable of following that order?
  • Beruka: I...I don't know. I've never had family.
  • Leo: You've lived your whole life without loving someone or being loved?
  • Beruka: That...is correct, milord.
  • Leo: Then it's possible, if you felt what it was like to be loved... you'd be unable to bring yourself to kill such a person.
  • Beruka: Lord Leo, what are you trying to say?
  • Leo: Beruka... I'm in love with you. I want to show you what love is.
  • Beruka: I don't know what to say... You truly love me?
  • Leo: With all my heart, yes.
  • Beruka: I've never felt the feeling described as love. I don't have any idea what it is. But hearing your words... I have this strange, slight warmth in my chest... Is this what it feels like? I'm not certain I like it. But I may.
  • Leo: There is no need to rush this, Beruka. This is a new and unique feeling for you. Please take your time getting used to it.
  • Beruka: No need. I can tell already that I wish to be with you, Lord Leo.
  • Leo: Truly? That is delightful! I wish to be with you as well, Beruka. From this day forward, we'll both live for each other!

With Laslow Edit

C Support Edit

  • Laslow: Hey there, Beruka!
  • Beruka: Laslow... Why are you here?
  • Laslow: I was just out for a nice walk around town. Why are you standing in the shadow of this building? Just killing time? If you've got nothing going on, there is a nice tea shop I've been meaning to try...
  • Beruka: Shut up, Laslow. Get out of here.
  • Laslow: Shut up? that's not nice at all...I just wanted to chat with you---I bet I can get you to crack a smile!
  • Beruka: What part of "shut up" didn't make sense?
  • Laslow: Jeez! Do you really dislike me that much? I'm sure you've got the wrong idea about me! Let's go have that tea, and I'll prove it !
  • Beruka: Damn it---she noticed me...
  • Laslow: Hrm? Who noticed you? Why are you staring intently over there...Oh hey, that woman looks familiar! Is that who you're looking at?
  • Beruka: Gah, there she goes...This is your fault.
  • Laslow: I didn't do anything!
  • Beruka: She saw you looking, so she ran away. It is absolutely your fault. Quick, we have to get after her.
  • Laslow: We do? Hey, wait up!

B Support Edit

  • Laslow: There you are, Beruka!
  • Beruka: Hm? Oh, Laslow...
  • Laslow: What was going on the other day between you and that woman you were following? Why would she run away when she noticed you and me?
  • Beruka: Because she is an assassin for hire.
  • Laslow: An assassin?!
  • Beruka: She's been hired to kill members of royalty. I've been tracking her for weeks and finally found her...But you scared her off.
  • Laslow: I...I didn't realize what you were doing. I'm sorry! Hang on---you've been following her, but what will you do when you catch her?
  • Beruka: I'll kill her, of course. My job is to protect Lady Camilla. And to kill her enemies. And I can't do that if you give me away. If that assassin succeeds, it will be your fault.
  • Laslow: My fault?! I don't want to be the cause of that!
  • Beruka: Then stop following me. You are interfering with my work.
  • Laslow: Wait, Beruka! Killing royals... This is really bad. Maybe I can help somehow...I'm sure I've seen Beruka's mystery woman somewhere before. But where...? No way—could she be...? Of course! Last week, she and I had tea in the park!

A Support Edit

  • Beruka: Laslow.
  • Laslow: Oh, hello, Beruka. What's with that look on your face?
  • Beruka: I was wrong about you. I did not think you would be able to catch the assassin I was after.
  • Laslow: Oh, that? It was nothing, really.
  • Beruka: It wasn't nothing. She was able to lose me every time I tried to follow her. And yet, you were able to catch her so easily...What kind of techniques did you use? Are you secretly ans assassin, too?
  • Laslow: Me, an assassin?! Ha, no way! All I did is remember that I'd had tea with that woman a while back.
  • Beruka: You spent an afternoon having tea with an assassin?
  • Laslow: That's right. I didn't know she was an assassin the first time I asked her out. Once you told me who she was, I asked her out again. We had a great time just chatting and enjoying ourselves. Once she had her guard down, that's when I caught her!
  • Beruka: I see. And she agreed to tea so easily?
  • Laslow: Of course! Tea is a great way to get to know someone. All the women I've had tea with have seemed to enjoy it!
  • Beruka: All the women? You get tea fairly often, then?
  • Laslow: Not every day, but often enough! Wow, I wonder if I've had tea with any other assassins. It's possible...
  • Beruka: Laslow...I've decided that we should have tea.
  • Laslow: Excuse me?! Are you asking to go out on a date with me, Beruka?
  • Beruka: No, I'm asking you to come with me and share information. We will raise no suspicion if we appear to just be having tea.
  • Laslow: I...guess I accept? I know I asked you our before, but this isn't how I imagined it.
  • Beruka: It will be fine. Let's go right now.
  • Laslow: R-right now?! OK! Telling me to come instead of go...What a breath of fresh air from you!

S Support Edit

  • Laslow: Hi there, Beruka.
  • Beruka: Laslow. Do you need something?
  • Laslow: I've enjoyed going on these tea dates with you, Beruka. I'm usually the one doing the inviting, but it's actually nice to change things up.
  • Beruka: They are not tea dates, Laslow. We're just sharing information.
  • Laslow: But...you are enjoying yourself, aren't you? I ask because...well...i was hoping we could officially make these into dates.
  • Beruka: I...don't understand.
  • Laslow: I think I'm in love with you, Beruka. I'd really like for us to be something more.
  • Beruka: Why?
  • Laslow: What do you mean, "why"?
  • Beruka: There are so many women you could choose from. Why me?
  • Laslow: You mean...so many women that I've had tea with? Hahah, that's something of a misunderstanding, really. It's true that I approach a lot of girls, but honestly...I get harshly rejected more often than not.
  • Beruka: Hrm. Those women are surprisingly foolish. They must have poor taste in men.
  • Laslow: Thank you, Beruka! You're one of the few to sympathize with me. And that is why I think I love you. When I first met you, I thought that you were just a cold hearted person...But looking at you now. I can see warmth hiding behind your eyes. It really makes you incredibly appealing to me.
  • Beruka: Laslow...I know that if we were together, I would love you for the rest of my life.
  • Laslow: What do you say?
  • Beruka: Yes. But on one condition...
  • Laslow: Yay! You've made me so happy! But...what is the condition?
  • Beruka: I realized that whenever I've gone out... everyone in the restaurant is smiling. They all look like they're having such a good time---I've never let myself have that. I'd like to have that with you. I'd like for us to do all the...coupley things.
  • Laslow: Oh, Beruka, of course! We'll go on so many dates that we may run out of ideas!

With Selena Edit

C Support Edit

  • Selena: Hello, Beruka.
  • Beruka: Selena? What do you need?
  • Selena: I don't need anything, Beruka, but... We are both retainers to Lady Camilla. I want to know which of us is stronger. We should duel sometime to find out.
  • Beruka: I do not especially want to fight for no reason. If Lady Camilla commanded it... But no, I do not want to fight just to satisfy your curiosity.
  • Selena: Ooooor... could it be that you're afraid of losing to me? Hmmmm?
  • Beruka: There is no need to put up a false front of confidence.
  • Selena: Wh-what? What do you mean by that?
  • Beruka: I know that you are a skilled fighter... But I believe that you are —emotionally— quite fragile. You're too concerned with how you rate compared to others. You're constantly trying to prove you're the best.
  • Selena: Th-that's not true.
  • Beruka: If you were suddenly proven wrong, I don't think you could handle the disappointment.
  • Selena: Hrm. As long as we're being analyzing, how about you? Aren't you just like me?
  • Beruka: We aren't alike at all. I've never sought out the approval of my peers the way you do.
  • Selena: I meant that you appear strong but are actually quite fragile. You won't ever do something unless there's some outside motivation, right? Either there's enough money, or duty required that you act. If you never do anything for yourself, what is it that makes you... you?
  • Beruka: You may be correct. Maybe I am a fragile person, as well...

B Support Edit

  • Selena: Beruka... I'm... I'm sorry about the other day. I hope that my words didn't get to you. I think I got a bit carried away and spoke more harshly than I should have.
  • Beruka: I'd like to apologize too... I'm sorry for calling you a fragile person. Although, you were correct when you said we are similar in that way.
  • Selena: There's no need to apologize—I think you were also right. But I'm going to embrace it. I'm going to continue to challenge people. I'll keep proving to myself, over and over, that I am number one, until I accept it!
  • Beruka: That's a good idea. Keep challenging yourself.
  • Selena: You should do it too! Dive into your studies with conviction!
  • Beruka: I don't know... If I dive in too hard, won't my work consume me?
  • Selena: But if you like what you do, that'd be OK! If your work is also your passion, you'll enjoy every minute of it! Plus, it's fun to get completely engrossed in something you love.
  • Beruka: Heh. I can try...
  • Selena: That's all I can suggest! I'll help you however I am able. You're my friend, after all!
  • Beruka: Yeah... Thank you.

A Support Edit

  • Selena: Ahhh! Beruka! You're late!
  • Beruka: Your message was very vague—I had to be sure it actually came from you.
  • Selena: Well, you got here eventually, at least. Anyway, I had a question for you! What do you normally do when you come into town?
  • Beruka: Purchase new weapons...or poisons. Sometimes a new anatomy book to help me find new ways to kill people.
  • Selena: You what? No, nevermind. Your brain must be a scary place. Anyway, I wanted to take you shopping with me today!
  • Beruka: All right. What are we going to buy?
  • Selena: Some matching accessories! One for me, one for you, and one for Lady Camilla!
  • Beruka: Accessories? Are you serious?
  • Selena: Think about it. We realized how similar we are, and we both value Lady Camilla. It's a sign from the gods that we need accessories as a symbol of the connection.
  • Beruka: The gods must not be very busy...
  • Selena: Oh, shhh! You know what I mean. Don't ruin this moment! I just meant... we're friends.
  • Beruka: I get it. OK, let's go find something.
  • Selena: Are you sure?
  • Beruka: Of course. After thinking about it... there are functional uses for accessories. Necklaces for strangling, or earrings that double as small blades.
  • Selena: Seriously you've got a twisted way of thinking.
  • Beruka: I'm sorry. I'll use them as they are intended.
  • Selena: That's all I ask. Anyway! I think we should buy a matching set of accessories. That way, if we're ever separated, we'll have them to remember each other with!
  • Beruka: If we're ever separated... Are you already planning for our deaths?
  • Selena: No! Not at all! I just mean...there are so many reasons that we could become separated. The world is a strange place, sometimes...
  • Beruka: I suppose you're right. I doubt I would wear a matching item if you were gone, though. I'd keep it somewhere safe and then break it out when we next met. I suspect you'd be mad if I lost it. There'd be something lonely about wearing it while the matching one is absent.
  • Selena: *sniff* *sniff*
  • Beruka: Selena, are those tears? Why are you crying?
  • Selena: Because of what you just said! I didn't think you could express that feeling so well.
  • Beruka: Thank you. I think. Regardless, what sort of accessories should we get? We should really decide soon, too---it isn't great that we've left Lady Camilla alone.
  • Selena: Oh hell, you're right! Let's choose quickly... How about a necklace? Then we would just need to settle on a design... Oh Rings could be great. And instead of one style, how about different colors? A purple one would be absolutely perfect for Lady Camilla. We should check several places before we make a decision, though...
  • Beruka: Um, all right... This could take some time. But maybe it's OK to enjoy myself once in a while...

With Odin Edit

C Support Edit

  • Beruka: Odin, I need to talk to you.
  • Odin: What is it?
  • Beruka: I've heard that you don't just fight with spells—you can create them too.
  • Odin: You have heard truly! My skill in crafting spells have no peer among the living! Indeed, my fame (OR INFAMY) in the art is such that I have earned various sobriquets: High King of Hocus, Pointiff of Pocus, Mr. Somatic Component, to name a few... The world is vast, but I can safely say that I am the greatest mage it has ever known.
  • Beruka: ...Good. I need you to make me a special spell.
  • Odin: What? A special spell?
  • Beruka: Yes. A spell to make me...feel things. Like happiness, anger, stuff like that.
  • Odin: You want a spell to help you experience emotions? Why?
  • Beruka: Don't want to talk about it.
  • Odin: I-I see... No matter! Odin Dark can grant this wish! I shall begin preparing straightaway!
  • Beruka: ...Thanks.

B Support Edit

  • Odin: Beruka! I have completed the spell you requested! It is called Gefühle Hersteller!
  • Beruka: Gefühle Hersteller...?
  • Odin: It makes a most pleasant sensation in the mouth, does it not? Now, sit over there.
  • Beruka: OK...
  • Odin: It begins! Gefühle...
  • Beruka: Hold on. So when you cast this spell, I'll have normal, human emotions?
  • Odin: Yes! You'll experience the highs, the lows, and the precious in-betweens of feeling!
  • Beruka: Just like everyone else...
  • Odin: Yes! Your normalization is at hand! Now... Gefühle Hersteller!
  • Odin: That should do it! How do you feel? Or rather, do you feel?
  • Beruka: ... I feel the same. Are you sure it worked?
  • Odin: A spell by the Jinxinatrix? Of course it worked. However, the effect will be stronger the more you believe in it. So believe hard.
  • Beruka: I see. Thank you...
  • Odin: Before you go, I must know: Why did you ask me for this spell? If you'll tell me your story, we can call that payment enough for my services.
  • Beruka: ... OK... I'll tell you... I was an unwanted child, and my parents threw me out early. My parents gave me nothing—not love, not education, not even a kind word. I think that's why I have trouble feeling things. I had to shut it off when I was little. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life like that, so I came to you for help.
  • Odin: I see... You used to be an assassin, didn't you? How did you come to that line of work?
  • Beruka: I lived in a slum. I started by killing people for their food—later I killed for clients.
  • Odin: Now THAT'S a dark past! I wish I'd thought of it! But just because your story is my payment, you don't need to go embellishing it!
  • Beruka: Nothing I have said is exaggerated.
  • Odin: R-right, of c-course... I thank you for sharing your gripping tale, which has gripped me in all the right spots. I hope your new life with Gefühle Hersteller is more fulfilling. Um...farewell!

A Support Edit

  • Beruka: Odin. We must talk.
  • Odin: What is it, Beruka? I see a rage that would topple mountains rising in your eyes...
  • Beruka: The spell I commissioned. It doesn't do anything.
  • Odin: ... I-is that so?
  • Beruka: Yes. You were paid for your services, but the spell is worthless. That is...unforgivable.
  • Odin: Now, now, now, let's be calm! I, uh, see the source of your confusion! The spell is incomplete! I haven't finished casting it yet—that's why there's no effect!
  • Beruka: It's not...done?
  • Odin: Right! The other day was a preparation for the real casting. Like, if we were cooking, it'd be like setting the pot to boil! ...No, more like preparing the soup stock! Or perhaps growing the vegetables...
  • Beruka: I get it. If there's more to do, then get on it. Now.
  • Odin: O-of course. We'll start immediately! The next step is...praxis!
  • Beruka: Praxis?
  • Odin: Correct. I must drill you on expressing your feelings through your face! Emotions are mysterious things. If you can make a happy face, you'll become happier! This process is called "sympathetic magic."
  • Beruka: Hmm...
  • Odin: Just look at my face and do what I do. First... "Heart-Lightening Glee!" ...Beruka, look. This is what glee looks like. Try it.
  • Beruka: ...
  • Odin: The spell I've put on you will have relaxed your face's ability to make expressions. If you try as hard as you can, you should be able to smile...
  • Beruka: Like this?
  • Odin: ...Different from what I was doing, but it will suffice. It's your version of glee... Now, let's move on to the next expression: "Volcanic Rage!"
  • Beruka: ...Will this do?
  • Odin: Yes! You're a natural at that one! Try a painful one: "Abysmal Anguish!"
  • Beruka: Done.
  • Odin: Yes! It worked even better than I imagined! I was able to read every nuance and mood! Mark this day well, Beruka, for it is the first of your new emotional life! Come back tomorrow, and I shall drill you on emotions both rare and powerful!
  • Beruka: Thank you, Odin. I do feel like things are going to be different from now on...

S Support Edit

  • Odin: Beruka, I asked you here because I have one final test for your emotional reactions.
  • Beruka: What kind of test?
  • Odin: A test with just one question... Will you marry me?
  • Beruka: ... This is not what I expected.
  • Odin: Probably not, but would you consider doing me the honor?
  • Beruka: Is this because you cast that spell on me? Isn't that...creepy?
  • Odin: It certainly would be creepy if I proposed after using emotion magic on you, but... Good news! The spell was a complete fake! No magic to it at all! You did it yourself!
  • Beruka: You're saying this whole thing has been a lie?
  • Odin: Lie? Perish the thought! Take the thought from its home and murder it in the street! No lie, but a way to crack your shell against the bowl and find the feelings-yolk within! I admit I was trying to trick you at first, but I did genuinely want to help.
  • Beruka: Why? Why would you care about me?
  • Odin: It was your story about growing up without love. Stories are important to me, and that was the saddest one I've ever heard. It made me want to help. To undo some of the damage your parents did. But as we spent time together, I began to see the self you've hidden from everyone. You're a compelling, complex person, and I hope to spend my life getting to know you. I talk too much, but let me boil it down: I love you. Please marry me.
  • Beruka: ... I've never felt so many feelings at once before. It's overwhelming... But, thanks to your lessons, I can tell that I'm feeling... Happy... And...a little embarrassed... There's a lot, and I can't name them all... But I guess the strongest one... is happiness after all...
  • Odin: That's wonderful! I promise many more happy times in the future if you'll marry me.
  • Beruka: Yes... I believe you. Thank you, Odin. I will marry you.
  • Odin: Let the angels set out a celebratory ambrosia buffet! Even as an old hand at emotion-having, this is the happiest I've ever been!

With Niles Edit

C Support Edit

  • Niles: Well, well, Beruka.
  • Beruka: ...
  • Niles: Still haven't given up the assassin trade, I see.
  • Beruka: What do you want?
  • Niles: Been visiting Nohr, have we? A slum wouldn't be my first choice of vacation destination, but different strokes.
  • Beruka: You followed me?
  • Niles: People forget, what with all the thieving and killing I do, that I'm a skilled tracker. I was behind you every step of the way. I must say, it was a very pleasant view. Now, you and I both know that slum is a prime source for contracts. If you're planning to kill someone, I advise you come clean to me about it right now.
  • Beruka: Strange. If you're so skilled at tracking, then you should already know my business there.
  • Niles: W-well, I...
  • Beruka: Just admit it. You tried to follow me, but my trail went cold. That wasn't an accident.
  • Niles: You--!
  • Beruka: I'm not your average mark, Niles. I have a sixth sense for the street.
  • Niles: Tch...
  • Beruka: But rest easy. I wasn't doing anything I shouldn't have been. So you can stop toying with me.

B Support Edit

  • Niles: I saw you in that slum again.
  • Beruka: Still following me, hm?
  • Niles: And still you gave me the slip. So I'm here to admit defeat. You're too slippery for me to catch in the act. Instead, I'll just ask you straight out: What were you doing there?
  • Beruka: Why do you care?
  • Niles: I serve Lord Leo. so his interests are my interests. If you're doing anything that could hinder the war effort, it has to stop.
  • Beruka: I can't figure you out, Niles.
  • Niles: And what do you mean by that?
  • Beruka: You're like a different person now, next to your days as a bandit in the slums.
  • Niles: Ngh...
  • Beruka: I'm no less strange, of course. My parents abandoned me before I could learn their names or faces. I survived by working as a killer for hire. I think I changed, though, when I came here.
  • Niles: If you've really changed, why won't you tell me what you were doing back there? I won't stop dogging you until I hear it for myself.
  • Beruka: For you, the slums are a painful memory you want to put behind you...For me, they're something else.
  • Niles: What does THAT mean?
  • Beruka: Wouldn't you like to know.
  • Niles: Rrgh...

A Support Edit

  • Beruka: Come out, Niles. I know you're there.
  • Niles: Hmph...And here I thought I finally got one over on you.
  • Beruka: I let you follow me this time. I'm tired of getting the third degree.
  • Niles: Is this what passes for a graveyard around here?
  • Beruka: Yes. My mother was buried here.
  • Niles: The same mother who ditched you when you were a baby?
  • Beruka: Yes. An old associate of mine mentioned to me he knew where her gravesite was. I felt nothing at first. "What use do I have for the grave of the woman who abandoned me?" I thought. But when I took the time to visit, I felt overwhelmed by strange emotions.
  • Niles: ...So that's why you keep coming back.
  • Beruka: There's more, Niles.
  • Niles: Hm?
  • Beruka: Mine aren't the only parents buried here. Your mother rests here as well.
  • Niles: My---?!
  • Beruka: You never knew what became of her after she disappeared. Well, here she is.
  • Niles: ...This is news to me.
  • Beruka: I won't force you. But your mother isn't far, if you want to visit her.
  • Niles: ...I'll keep it in mind. No promise beyond that. Either way, you're in the clear.
  • Beruka: But...your mother's grave...
  • Niles: I never met the woman. I have no interest in doing it now.

S Support Edit

  • Niles: I did what you suggested, Beruka. I went to visit my mother's grave.
  • Beruka: Why the change of heart?
  • Niles: I had to ask her about something, even if I never knew her. She didn't say much, but I think she would have given me her blessing. So I'm in the clear to propose to you. Beruka, will you take this ring?
  • Beruka: You...want to get engaged?
  • Niles: I surprised myself with all I said to that gravestone. I told my mother what a good woman you are and how much you mean to me. At the end, I wondered out loud if I should try to spend my life together with you.
  • Beruka: ...
  • Niles: If you're not interested, you can say so. I'll just go back to living alone and keeping my distance from most people. Because I can't see myself settling down with anyone else.
  • Beruka: ...I accept.
  • Niles: Really?
  • Beruka: I...don't want you to be alone.
  • Niles: ...Thank you, Beruka. That means a lot to me. Now, shall we take a trip to the slums? We can finally properly introduce each other to our parents.
  • Beruka: That sounds nice. I'll lead the way, as usual.

With Arthur Edit

C Support Edit

  • Arthur: Hello, Beruka! There's something I need to ask you about. I saw you speaking with a gentleman of questionable character earlier. I hate to pry... But who was he, and what business did you have with him?
  • Beruka: ... That's not your business, is it?
  • Arthur: Enforcing justice IS my business, and that man reeked of evil. I have a hard time believing you and he were up to anything good, Beruka. Consider how it would affect Lady Camilla if you were tied to any wrongdoing...
  • Beruka: ...
  • Arthur: You don't seem to have much to say on the subject. Well, just know that my eyes of justice are ever upon you.
  • Beruka: Justice, eh? What does that mean, anyway? I can't figure it out...
  • Arthur: Are you interested in justice?! Then let us discuss! Justice means many things to many people. For me, it's a way of life. It's waking up before your friends to go on patrol... It's searching high and low to locate a lost child for their frantic parents... It's coming across an injured elderly person and becoming their legs for them... It's hearing a crying baby and crying with it until it calms down... It's jumping into a fight and turning angry fists into friendly handshakes... Justice is all these things, and so much more! That's what it means to ME, in any case.
  • Beruka: ... You're interesting.
  • Arthur: Really? You find my musings on Lady Justice interesting?! Well, if you insist, I can keep going! Let's see... What else is justice...?

B Support Edit

  • Arthur: Ah, Beruka! How are you on this fine day? Might I ask if your understanding of justice has deepened since we last spoke?
  • Beruka: Yes... I think I understand it a little more now. At least, I have a better idea of what YOU think justice is.
  • Arthur: Wonderful! To be honest, I was surprised by how intently you listened to me.
  • Beruka: Well... No one's ever taken the time to talk to me about right and wrong before. I guess that's why it was interesting hearing you go on and on about it.
  • Arthur: I see...
  • Beruka: Well, I must be going now. Good-bye.
  • Arthur: Wait! Where are you going?
  • Beruka: I cannot say.
  • Arthur: Could it have something to do with that suspicious man from the other day?
  • Beruka: ...Yes, it does. I've been hired to assassinate someone.
  • Arthur: Oh. I see. And... who's your target?
  • Beruka: A government official visiting the capitol.
  • Arthur: I see. That's quite a coincidence... I've been commissioned for a job myself. To protect a visiting government official. His people caught wind of an assassination plot. That said, I must be off as well.
  • Beruka: Wait... Doesn't that mean...?
  • Arthur: Yes, I'm afraid so. Truly regrettable.
  • Beruka: ... For the record, I always complete my missions.
  • Arthur: What a coincidence. So do I.
  • Beruka: ...
  • Arthur: ...

A Support Edit

  • Arthur: Beruka! We need to talk. Why did you retreat in the middle of your mission to assassinate that official? I thought you said you always complete a mission no matter what... Was it because of my justice talk?
  • Beruka: That's... extremely self-centered of you to think that.
  • Arthur: Ah. Well then. If that's not the reason, then what is?
  • Beruka: I became aware of a third party at work.
  • Arthur: A third party?
  • Beruka: Yes. There was another assassin present.
  • Arthur: Oh? Was there really?
  • Beruka: Yes. I was watching the official from a nearby alley. I was waiting for the right moment to make my move... Then it happened. As I was about to strike, that carriage burst through and ran you over.
  • Arthur: Ah... So you saw that.
  • Beruka: I did. I also saw the roof cave in and flatten you like a leaf.
  • Arthur: Yes, that rather smarted.
  • Beruka: Only a professional assassin could pull off something like that. I'm not sure what their objective was, but they clearly had it out for you. That's why I decided I'd better make a strategic retreat. After all, it's dangerous to operate without knowing who or where your enemy is.
  • Arthur: ... Well, A victory is a victory, I suppose.
  • Beruka: There's something else.
  • Arthur: Oh? Did you also see me slip in that puddle on the way home?
  • Beruka: ...No. It's just, I think everything turned out for the best in the end. If I had carried out my mission... I might have ended up killing you. Collateral damage, you know?
  • Arthur: You're glad I'm safe, are you? Those don't sound like the words of a hardened assassin.
  • Beruka: No, I guess not. I suppose I wanted to hear you talk a little more about your idea of justice. That would be hard if you were dead. I thought only crazy old men and sleazy politicians talked about such things. But... you're different. You really seem to believe in what you say. This may sound harsh, but you're an idiot.
  • Arthur: Thank you, Beru- Wait, what? That took an unexpected turn...
  • Beruka: It's true. Only an idiot would try to live his life solely in the service of justice.
  • Arthur: Hahaha! I would love to hear your opinion as to why that's so. Perhaps we could also further discuss the nature of sweet justice while we're at it!
  • Beruka: That sounds... nice.

S Support Edit

  • Beruka: I'm here, Arthur. What did you want to talk about?
  • Arthur: Beruka! Hello...
  • Beruka: What's wrong with you? Why did you want to meet in the middle of nowhere?
  • Arthur: I have something important to discuss with you... I've been thinking- Waaaaah!

(Crashing noises)

  • Beruka: What... was that? Why is there a random pitfall here?! Could this be the work of that assassin who sabotaged my last job? Arthur! Perhaps their target wasn't the official... I think they're after YOU! Here, give me your hand.
  • Arthur: Th-thank you... You saved my life.
  • Beruka: We'd better change locations for now. It's dangerous here...

(They change locations)

  • Beruka: We should be safe now. That was close...
  • Arthur: Indeed. Before anything else happens... Here. This is for you.
  • Beruka: Th-this is... a ring!!
  • Arthur: Yes. I know it's sudden, but I'd like to ask for your hand in marriage...
  • Beruka: No... This is crazy... I don't understand what your angle is! I mean, I know that when I'm with you... I... I feel... B-but marriage is...! Love and all that... I'm out of my element here. I don't fully understand what love even is...
  • Arthur: I'm a determined person, Beruka. Quite meddlesome, too. If need be, I'll talk to you every day until you understand what love is. I want nothing more than to talk to you, and protect you, and love you... I want to be with you day and night!
  • Beruka: ... I... I think I understand. To repay you for teaching me about love, I will deal with your mystery assassin.
  • Arthur: About that... There, um... actually isn't a mystery assassin after me at all.
  • Beruka: I don't understand...
  • Arthur: I just have terribly bad luck. That's the true cause of everything you've witnessed. There was no third party, I'm afraid. Just a rather unlucky seeker of justice.
  • Beruka: ... ...
  • Arthur: Beruka? Are you... OK?
  • Beruka: Hehehe... Hahahaha!
  • Arthur: What's wrong?! I've never seen you laugh like that!
  • Beruka: Heheh... I'm sorry for laughing. Being toyed with by an assassin that doesn't exist is just too funny. But I suppose I should be grateful for your bad luck. If it weren't for everything that happened, we might never have grown so close.
  • Arthur: You're right... And I might never have heard the world's loveliest laugh.
  • Beruka: When we're married, I can help protect you from your own bad luck, Arthur. You've taught me so much... It's the least I can do.
  • Arthur: Does that mean... you accept?
  • Beruka: Gladly. Thank you, Arthur.
  • Arthur: No, thank YOU! We're going to be the happiest champions of justice ever!

With Charlotte Edit

C support Edit

  • Charlotte: Why, if it isn't Beruka.
  • Beruka: ...
  • Charlotte: Hey now, it's rude to ignore people. You'll never become popular acting like that. Men don't like the cold, standoffish act. Women don't like it either for that matter.
  • Beruka: It's not an act. I'm not concerned with being popular. 
  • Charlotte: Putting up a tough front, huh? That's fine.
  • Beruka: I am not acting strong. I am strong. And I don't partiuclarrly care about what other people think. 
  • Charlotte: Really? You're setting yourself back in life, if that's true. 
  • Beruka: I don't care if someone likes me or not, or if they're a man or a woman... Can I kill them? Can they kill me? That's all I judge anyone by. 
  • Charlotte: You really are a dangerous one, aren't you. But listen, you can kill a man in ways other then a brutal stabbing... 
  • Beruka: Obviously. I know many ways... 
  • Charlotte: I bet you don't know some of the ways I know, though... 
  • Beruka: I... would hear more about this.

B supportEdit

  • Charlotte: Ok, Beruka. Are you ready to learn how to kill a man without using a blade? 
  • Beruka: Yes. Please go on...
  • Charlotte: You need to wear clothes with an open chest. Men will fall to that instantly. 
  • Beruka: ... That's all?
  • Charlotte: Yes. That's more then enough to kill most men. 
  • Beruka: ...I don't believe it. 
  • Charlotte: Heehee. If you're so skeptical, why don't you give it a try yourself and see? I'm sure that once they get a look at you, they'll go weak in the knees. 
  • Beruka: I've never heard of this assassination technique before... In any case, an open chest seems like it defeats the purpose of armor. I don't own any like that. In fact, my only set of armor is what I'm wearing now. It was given to me by Lady Camilla. She wore it before gifting it to me. 
  • Charlotte: Wait, Lady Camilla used to wear that armor? Are you sure? It really doesn't seem her... style... Regardless, if the armor won't work, there are other options, too. You could always make someone an exceptional lunch or snack, for example. 
  • Beruka: Ah... and add an undetectable poison... 
  • Charlotte: What? No, not at all. The secret ingredient is a dash sincerity and devotion. It'll drive them to notice you. 
  • Beruka: I don't want to be noticed. Then I can't surprise them. None of this sounds deadly. Can it really kill a man? 
  • Charlotte: Oh, most definately. Trust me. I've used this to sieze the hearts of countless men. Then it's just a matter of deciding what I want to do with them, heehee. 
  • Beruka: Sieze their hearts?! How violent... I would never have suspected a simple lunch could give me such power.
  • Charlotte: So? Have you learned something? 
  • Beruka: Indeed. I will remember everything you've said. 

A support Edit

  • Beruka: Charlotte... 
  • Charlotte: Hello there, Beruka.
  • Beruka: Everything you told me before... None of it was true, was it?
  • Charlotte: What do you mean? 
  • Beruka: An exposed chest alone cannot kill a man. Lunch will not let you grab on to someone's beating heart... 
  • Charlotte: Hrm. I'm assuming you asked someone else what they thought of these methods? 
  • Beruka: I spoke with Lady Camilla. 
  • Charlotte: Oh really? How did she react? 
  • Beruka: That was the loudest I have heard her laugh in some time. 
  • Charlotte: Heehee. Poor Beruka. You took what I said so litteraly. You need to think bigger then that! My methods capture a man and drive him to do things to serve you. Without free will, the man may as well be dead, wouldn't you say? 
  • Beruka: Lady Camilla said something like that... 
  • Charlotte: You see? You can kill a man without spilling a drop of blood.
  • Beruka: Possibly. But that method does not work for me. Hidden in the shadows, striking with a blade at the vital areas of the body... This way is less complicated. And I've mastered it already. 
  • Charlotte: I can't disagree there...
  • Beruka: I have changed my opinion of you, though. We may use different methods, but... I respect you as a fellow assassin. 
  • Charlotte: Heehee. Well, keep my dangerous skills a secret, OK? It's more intreuging if I've got a secret or two, you know...

With Benny Edit

C support Edit

  • Benny: ...Hi.
  • Beruka: ...
  • Benny: Hi...?
  • Beruka: Do you need something?
  • Benny: No... not really. I noticed you're not very talkative.
  • Beruka: No. I speak when spoken to. Otherwise, I stay silent.
  • Benny: OK.
  • Beruka: Besides, I could say the same about you.
  • Benny: There's a difference, though. I want to talk. I'm just no good at it.
  • Beruka: I see. You have the desire, but lack the ability.
  • Benny: Right.
  • Beruka: That's never been my problem.
  • Benny: No.
  • Beruka: Stimulating as this is, I'm leaving now.
  • Benny: Next time...
  • Beruka: What?
  • Benny: Next time I'll think of something for us to talk about.
  • Beruka: ...If that's what you want.

B Support Edit

  • Benny: You're so...blank, Beruka.
  • Beruka: ... This is it? This is the conversation topic you said you'd think of?
  • Benny: A nonstarter, huh?
  • Beruka: *shrug* I don't care what we talk about.
  • Benny: You'd think that would make it easy to talk to you. And yet...
  • Beruka: ... So I'm hard to read. What of it?
  • Benny: I didn't mean anything by it. Just a thing I realized.
  • Beruka: Noted. ... Was there anything else, or is that it?
  • Benny: Um...
  • Beruka: Benny. You clearly don't have anything to talk about. So why do you want to talk to me?
  • Benny: No reason...
  • Beruka: You want to talk to me for no reason?
  • Benny: Is that strange?
  • Beruka: You'd have to ask someone else. I'm not a good barometer of "strange."
  • Benny: We're allies. Is that an OK reason?
  • Beruka: Is that what you're going with? You want to talk... because we're allies?
  • Benny: Yeah...yeah, let's go with that.
  • Beruka: Then you're a fool. I won't hesitate to kill anyone at all if that's the assignment given to me. Even my "allies." It's a waste of my time chatting with someone I might someday have to kill.
  • Benny: Ok. So... I'll just be going now...

A Support Edit

  • Benny: Beruka? Are you OK?
  • Beruka: Leave me. You're a distraction.
  • Benny: A distraction from what?
  • Beruka: You just...talk to me all the time. For no reason. You said it yourself.
  • Benny: Uh... Are you feeling OK?
  • Beruka: Weren't you listening to me? I'm not good at the "feeling" thing. So leave me be.
  • Benny: Not good at it, huh? It sounds more like you're just not used to it.
  • Beruka: Huh?
  • Benny: You need practice. Don't worry, though. I'm strong.
  • Beruka: So?
  • Benny: I'm not trying to brag. What I mean is... even if you had an assignment to kill me, I wouldn't go down so easy.
  • Beruka: ...
  • Benny: Are you OK? Say something...
  • Beruka: ... I'm fine. Nothing wrong worth mentioning.
  • Benny: Good. That's good.
  • Beruka: Heh, I need to get used to it, huh? Maybe so... This isn't the life I used to live, after all.
  • Benny: So...do you want to keep talking about nothing with me? For no reason?
  • Beruka: Sure, Benny.

S Support Edit

  • Benny: ...
  • Beruka: ...
  • Benny: ...
  • Beruka: ...
  • Benny: Oh. There goes the bird.
  • Beruka: Yeah. So long, bird.
  • Benny: ...
  • Beruka: ...
  • Benny: Beruka, will you marry me?
  • Beruka: ...
  • Benny: I love you, you know...
  • Beruka: Hmm. I've never loved anyone.
  • Benny: Really?
  • Beruka: It's true. But when I'm with you, I'm not as tense as I always am. You make me feel safe to relax.
  • Benny: That's me with you too.
  • Beruka: We don't even have to talk. I'm happy just to sit quietly next to you.
  • Benny: Yeah...that's me too. Again.
  • Beruka: When I'm not with you and I think about you, my pulse runs faster.
  • Benny: Same...
  • Beruka: ... I guess all of that is what it's like to love someone.
  • Benny: Yeah...
  • Beruka: I love you, Benny. And let me guess... "It's the same for me."
  • Benny: It's true, though.
  • Beruka: ...
  • Benny: ...
  • Beruka: The answer is yes. I'll marry you.
  • Benny: OK.
  • Beruka: Loving someone, having them love me back... It'll take some getting used to. But I'm happier right now than I can ever remember being.
  • Benny: Yep. It's the same for me.
  • Beruka: You're a good man, Benny.

With Keaton Edit

C Support Edit

  • Keaton: Hey! If it isn't Beruka!
  • Beruka: Keaton.
  • Keaton: You seem bored. I know something that'll put a grin on your face, though! Look! Over there! That snake just swallowed a mouse whole! Pretty neat, huh?
  • Beruka: ...
  • Keaton: And over here's a crab shell that a rat died in! Just look at that corpse! I haven't smelled such a magnificent odor in ages!
  • Beruka: ...
  • Keaton: OK, I get it. You're difficult to impress. You've got finer tastes than most, yeah?
  • Beruka: ...
  • Keaton: Nothing? Not even a "yes" or a "no"?
  • Beruka: No.
  • Keaton: Grrr. What's your problem?!
  • Beruka: You're being too friendly.
  • Keaton: What? What's wrong with that?! Being friendly is good! Besides, it's not like I'm bothering anybody with it.
  • Beruka: Wrong. You are bothering me. Now leave.
  • Keaton: Haha. i get it. You're joking. Good one, Miss Assassin Lady!
  • Beruka: ...
  • Keaton: Beruka? Hey! Wait up! I've got more treasures to show you!

B Support Edit

  • Keaton: Beruka!
  • Beruka: Bother.
  • Keaton: Huh?! I haven't even said anything!
  • Beruka: You don't need to. Your very face is aggravating.
  • Keaton: Yeesh! Can't you at least try to be civil?
  • Beruka: No.
  • Keaton: Man, you're grumpy. Why is that? Was it something you ate? Something you eat every day, perhaps?
  • Beruka: Yes.
  • Keaton: Whoa, really?!
  • Beruka: No.
  • Keaton: Well then what is it? Why are you such a jerk?
  • Beruka: We have lived different lives. That is all.
  • Keaton: OK. So how have you lived, then?
  • Beruka: I killed to earn money. I spent money to survive. I survived to kill again.
  • Keaton: Well, that's not so different from me!
  • Beruka: What?
  • Keaton: I live off my prey too, after all.
  • Beruka: I killed people. Not game.
  • Keaton: Same here. Lot's of 'em. Especially human hunters. Nobody poaches MY people.
  • Beruka: Still. We are different.
  • Keaton: How so? I don't see it.
  • Beruka: I have lived my live alone. Without a single family member or friend. As I understand it, you did not.
  • Keaton: Yeah, I guess you got me there. But on the other hand, you're not alone anymore, right?
  • Beruka: ...
  • Keaton: Hey, Beruka! Where are you going?

A Support Edit

  • Keaton: Oh! A Beruka sighting!
  • Beruka: Keaton.
  • Keaton: Um...not going to say anything mean to me today?
  • Beruka: Why do you want to talk to me all the time?
  • Keaton: I dunno. Maybe I just keep running into you?
  • Beruka: Heh.
  • Keaton: Whoa! Your mouth CAN do that! Guess I owe Avatar some gold.
  • Beruka: You've business with me, and yet you still seek me out. To talk. This place is strange. I'd never met people like this before I came here.
  • Keaton: Really?
  • Beruka: Yes. And there are so many of you. All so...friendly.
  • Keaton: Yeah, I guess this place attracts a lot of friendly types.
  • Beruka: I don't understand it. How do people talk to each other? How do they know what expressions to make or what to talk about?
  • Keaton: You're thinking too much! You just gotta go with the flow when you talk to someone!
  • Beruka: Heh. You have a point. It's not as though you ever say anything interesting, and yet the others like you.
  • Keaton: Hey! I have lots of deep thoughts! I could say interesting stuff all the time! I just choose not too.
  • Beruka: I don't think I will ever get used to this sort of environment. But...it is nice.
  • Keaton: Soooo does this mean I can keep talking to you whenever I want?
  • Beruka: ...Yes. I think I would be all right with that, Keaton. But so try to talk about something og substance next time.
  • Keaton: Haha, I will! I promise.
  • Beruka: Good. I...look forward to it.

S Support Edit

  • Keaton: Hey, Beruka! How are things?
  • Beruka: Good. I have sustained no wounds of late. You seem happy as well, Keaton.
  • Keaton: You betcha! I just ate!
  • Beruka: Haha. You have such a simple soul, wolfskin.
  • Keaton: I sure hope that's a compliment... Um, anyway, there's something I'd like to give you.
  • Beruka: Oh? What is it?
  • Keaton: I know this is sort of sudden, but please don't freak out. Here. Will you take it?
  • Beruka: A...ring?
  • Keaton: Yep! I think it matches your outfit perfectly!
  • Beruka: It's pink.
  • Keaton: Yeah...don't you like it?
  • Beruka: No. And I am confused. What are your intentions in giving me this ring.
  • Keaton: Why else would a man give a woman a ring? i mean, if you want me to say it I guess I can...I'd like to have your hand in marriage, Beruka! I want to spend forever and ever and ever with you!
  • Beruka: ...
  • Keaton: Do you not want to?
  • Beruka: You want to marry me?
  • Keaton: Yeah. How many times do I have to say it?
  • Beruka: Even knowing what I am? Knowing that I would kill anyone, if ordered?
  • Keaton: Yeah, I know.
  • Beruka: Even if the target is someone I know. Even if it's someone I'm close to. Someone I love.
  • Keaton: Gotcha. Loud and clear. I'm not too worried about it.
  • Beruka: But---
  • Keaton: Beruka, I love you. Whatever you're worried will happen doesn't matter to me. The only thing that matters to me is that we're together.
  • Beruka: Keaton...
  • Keaton: I want to spend my life with you. I don't care about anything else. We'll deal with the future as it comes.
  • Beruka: ...
  • Keaton: So...will you marry me?
  • Beruka: ...Yes. I will.
  • Keaton: Awoooooo! Thank you, Beruka. You've made me the happiest person alive!...Oh. Wait. Were you saying you'd kill me if you were ordered to? Because that would be awkward! Uh...Beruks? hey, Beruka! You didn't mean that, right? Right?!

With Saizo Edit

C Support Edit

  • Saizo: ...
  • Beruka: ...
  • Saizo: ...
  • Beruka: ...

B Support Edit

  • Saizo: When you were still taking contracts, did you do most of your jobs alone?
  • Beruka: Of course. I didn't need help. But after Lady Camilla took me in and enlisted me in the army... As head of a special strike force, I worked with partners more often. Yourself?
  • Saizo: I do most of my work alone, in secret.
  • Beruka: *nod* Covert operations are a challenge.
  • Saizo: Indeed. There was one a few years ago that was especially so. My mission was to infiltrate Nohr and eliminate a duke.
  • Beruka: ...Go on.
  • Saizo: The target was a nobleman in a town in Nohr's eastern holdings. Everything that could go wrong with the job did. Even after the target was down, I had nothing but problems. One of the family saw me and screamed curses at me during my entire escape. Then, once I was out of the village...
  • Beruka: ...
  • Saizo: Am I boring you?
  • Beruka: You're talking about Duke Pohl.
  • Saizo: How do you know?!
  • Beruka: So you killed him...
  • Saizo: What do you mean? Did you know him?
  • Beruka: No. But it doesn't matter now. It's too late. Forget it...

(Beruka leaves)

  • Saizo: Beruka! Wait! What was that about...?

A Support Edit

  • Saizo: Beruka, about the other day...
  • Beruka: I told you to forget it.
  • Saizo: I'm sorry, but I can't. I looked deeper into the incident.
  • Beruka: You...
  • Saizo: Pohl's family hired you. Your contract was Lord Suruga, who gave me the original assignment of Duke Pohl.
  • Beruka: ...
  • Saizo: Lord Suruga's family, in turn, hired me for another job. I killed every member of Pohl's family...
  • Beruka: Please...stop...
  • Saizo: Why cover your ears? So you don't have to hear that your assignment was pointless? So you can avoid facing up to it?
  • Beruka: You're no better.
  • Saizo: No. I'm not. That's what's unbearable. This chain of vengeance has no ending. It's a vicious cycle. It's a perfect hell...
  • Beruka: So you get it.
  • Saizo: But our reason for fighting this war is to break that chain, isn't it? We need to put a stop to this foolish practice of washing blood clean with blood.
  • Beruka: That's what I'm fighting for, yes.
  • Saizo: Let's snap the chain of suffering together for a more peaceful world. Can I count on your support for that?
  • Beruka: I'll try.

S Support Edit

  • Saizo: Beruka. Can we talk?
  • Beruka: What is it?
  • Saizo: We swore to fight together to bring peace to this world... But I want you to promise me one other thing.
  • Beruka: Another vow? The first one was already a tall order.
  • Saizo: I realize that. You and I have lived lives soaked in blood. Even if we can bring about peace... our lives in this new world will never be like those of our allies.
  • Beruka: I know.
  • Saizo: Which is why I want to find somewhere just for the two of us...to make our own peace.
  • Beruka: Our own peace? What do you mean?
  • Saizo: Let's settle down together, Beruka. Just you and me. Someplace where we can finally be at rest.
  • Beruka: S-Saizo...
  • Saizo: Though the world may turn its back on us as killers... I will never abandon you. I promise to stay with you forever.
  • Beruka: ... I didn't know I could have feelings like this. But I want it... I want to know this peace you're talking about.
  • Saizo: As long as we're with each other, I think it's within reach.
  • Beruka: Then I'll stand by your side.
  • Saizo: Good. No matter who rejects us, we will always have each other.
  • Beruka: Always.

With Azama Edit

C Support Edit

  • Azama: Beruka, may I have a moment of your time?
  • Beruka: What do you want?
  • Azama: I've heard you're renowned for your skills as an assassin in Nohr. Is that true? They say that no one is better.
  • Beruka: You shouldn't believe everything you hear. Most of the time, people don't tell the truth.
  • Azama: O-ho, is that so? Well nonetheless, I still have one more burning question for you.
  • Beruka: Fine, just keep it short.
  • Azama: I've heard that Nohrian people are more true to their desires than Hoshidans. That they follow their passions without a second thought for anything else. By that logic, you would appear to be a classic Nohrian through and through.
  • Beruka: What is that supposed to mean?
  • Azama: Deny it all you want, but I know it's the truth, Beruka. You chose to be a killer. And I don't mean on the battlefield. What kind of dedication does that require? I wanted to talk because I don't understand how your mind works.
  • Beruka: *sigh*
  • Azama: So is the best part for you pulling off a thrilling murder? Or is it the piles of gold that drive you? I have to assume that you're getting some satisfaction from your profession.
  • Beruka: Satisfaction... I've never felt satisfied.
  • Azama: Oops—I think I got on her bad side! Wait, does she have a non-bad side?

B Support Edit

  • Azama: I finally found you, Beruka.
  • Beruka: Azama...
  • Azama: Listen, I'm sorry about what I said the other day. I was being rude and presumptuous. We barely even know each other. I was so curious about Nohr that I couldn't help myself.
  • Beruka: Why is that, exactly?
  • Azama: Well, it seems to me that the values in Nohr and Hoshido are quite different. Your lives are focused on desire. And everyone is rewarded for that same focus. Perhaps I'm just jealous because you were born into such a place.
  • Beruka: I understand what you're trying to say. But trust me... You don't know the first thing about Nohrian culture. Stop being so nosy.
  • Azama: What do you mean?
  • Beruka: I had to kill in order to survive. It was the only path available to me. Your prodding questions show that you've been raised in comfort. That is just pure entertainment for you.
  • Azama: So you're angry at me for not taking life and death seriously enough? Keep in mind that you're the cold-blooded killer here. I'm just asking you a few questions.
  • Beruka: You're just trying to create friction. I don't understand this game.
  • Azama: It's no game! I'm just trying to enjoy a nice conversation with my comrade-in-arms. Maybe we shouldn't dwell on this topic. I wouldn't want your icy gaze to freeze me.

A Support Edit

  • Beruka: Azama.
  • Azama: Oh, Beruka. What is it? You look upset.
  • Beruka: I was thinking about our argument the other day. I owe you an apology. While I didn't appreciate your questions, you also had a point. I can't deny the fact that I'm a killer. Maybe you have a right to judge me. Your life has been dedicated to ascetic practice and the work of the gods. It's clear you've brought more good into the world than I have.
  • Azama: You certainly take everything seriously, don't you?
  • Beruka: Well of course I do.
  • Azama: Listen, I may be a monk, but no one has ever praised me like that before.
  • Beruka: Really?
  • Azama: Of course not. I love to give people a hard time, hahaha. Generally, that isn't the best way to go around getting praised.
  • Beruka: Heh. Well, you were right about one thing. Our environments clearly shaped both of us in unique ways. It's strange. Even when we were fighting, I found it to be almost...humorous.
  • Azama: I totally agree. I think it's because we're both perplexed by each other. But maybe if we keep getting to know each other better, that will fade away. We are comrades now.
  • Beruka: You're right. I'm looking forward to that.
  • Azama: Me too, Beruka.

S Support Edit

  • Azama: Beruka, will you do me a favor? I need you to answer a multiple-choice question.
  • Beruka: This is uncalled for. Why now?
  • Azama: Don't worry about that. Listen, there are two options, OK? In the very near future, you must decide between two different paths. This choice will alter the course of your life in more ways than you can imagine.
  • Beruka: OK...
  • Azama: Option A entails that we go back to Nohr together. You can continue your job as an assassin if you want.
  • Beruka: Azama, what is this?
  • Azama: Option B is to come with me to Hoshido to help me with my missionary work. We can spread our spiritual wisdom, together. So, which do you choose?
  • Beruka: But, Azama, in both of these options, I end up living with you. It almost sounds like you're trying to propose to me.
  • Azama: I'm proposing that we stay together. To try and build a life.
  • Beruka: Are you serious?!
  • Azama: What's wrong? Is this too sudden? Did I catch you off guard?
  • Beruka: Well of course I'm surprised. I mean, we really haven't spent all that much time together. And like you said, we're from totally different backgrounds and cultures.
  • Azama: But I love that. I'm always learning new things when I spend time with you. I feel like us being different people actually makes us complementary partners. Am I crazy?
  • Beruka: No... You're not crazy. I feel the same way. Perhaps with you, I can wash the blood from my hands and begin anew. The thought makes me feel hopeful.
  • Azama: I'm happy to hear that. Asking you to be with me was nerve wracking. I'm just happy that you didn't cut me in half for asking you to be with me.
  • Beruka: Yes. Your relief is evident on your face.
  • Azama: If you stick with me, you'll see a lot more of this smile in the future. I hope you can accept me for who I am.
  • Beruka: That goes for me too. By the way, can I decide on that big question of yours later? I think it would be best to think it over.
  • Azama: Of course. Why don't we go for a walk and talk it over together. But I honestly think I'd be happy with you in Nohr or Hoshido. Anywhere really. It doesn't matter. I just want to be by your side.

With Oboro (Revelation) Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Oboro: Grrr...
  • Beruka: You are...?
  • Oboro: Oboro. From the Hoshidan army.
  • Beruka: Ah. I'm—
  • Oboro: I know who you are. Beruka, of the Nohrian army. And a former assassin.
  • Beruka: You seem hostile. I notice you're still making a distinction of Hoshidan and Nohrian forces. Does that mean even though we're allies, we're still divided?
  • Oboro: You're overcomplicating things. I just hold a grudge against Nohrians, that's all.
  • Beruka: Ah. It still feels like you have something personal against me.
  • Oboro: Only after I found out you used to be an assassin.
  • Beruka: Why's that?
  • Oboro: My parents ran a clothing shop when I was young. They were out in Nohr making a delivery when some bandits attacked. I watched them die from the back of the wagon.
  • Beruka: Wait. Tailors? On their way to Nohr?
  • Oboro: Yeah, why? Do you know something about this?
  • Beruka: ...
  • Oboro: Hey! If you know anything, you had damn well better tell me! What do you know about the men who killed my parents?!
  • Beruka: ...I shouldn't have said anything.

(Beruka leaves)

  • Oboro: H-hey! You get back here right now!

B SupportEdit

  • Oboro: At last... I've finally got you alone so we can talk privately.
  • Beruka: You're wasting your efforts. I have nothing to say to you. Nothing.
  • Oboro: That can't be the truth. Admit it. What was it that made you react that way last time? What are you hiding?
  • Beruka: ...
  • Oboro: What do you know about my parents?!
  • Beruka: ...
  • Oboro: Still keeping silent? Figures. Look, I know you were still a child then. I'm not accusing you of killing my parents. I just want you to tell me what you know.
  • Beruka: If you're not accusing me, then I have nothing to say.

(Beruka leaves)

  • Oboro: Now hold on!
  • Beruka: ...
  • Oboro: Do you think I'm going to let you off that easy? I'll keep you here by force if I have to! So talk!
  • Beruka: ... The man who killed your parents... He raised me as his child.
  • Oboro: What...? Are you joking?!
  • Beruka: Does that satisfy you? Because I'm leaving.

(Beruka leaves)

  • Oboro: W-wait... Come back! I need to know more!

A SupportEdit

  • Beruka: I want to talk.
  • Oboro: Beruka!
  • Beruka: Calm down. I'm ready to explain myself now. I needed to sort out my thoughts first.
  • Oboro: Sorry... But yeah, I have time.
  • Beruka: Then I'll tell you everything. The man who adopted me ran a secret assassins' guild. Though he took me in, he didn't exactly treat me like a daughter. The only thing he taught me was how to kill.
  • Oboro: ...
  • Beruka: One day, he said something strange after coming home from a job. He said the mark that day was too easy. He didn't enjoy it, because he felt more like a highwayman than an assassin. I only heard him talk like that two times. That was one of them.
  • Oboro: So on that day...your foster father killed my parents?
  • Beruka: Yes. He said his targets were clothes merchants en route to Nohr.
  • Oboro: But why? Why kill them?
  • Beruka: Your parents' business was booming. They were known to have close ties to Hoshidan nobility. So it's natural that powerful figures in Nohr would want them dead.
  • Oboro: Grrr... Mother! Father! Who is this man who adopted you?! Where is he now?! I'll find him and avenge my parents!
  • Beruka: No. You won't.
  • Oboro: What?! If you're planning on protecting him, then I'm done with you.
  • Beruka: You don't understand. He's dead.
  • Oboro: What...?
  • Beruka: I know, because I killed him.
  • Oboro: A-are you serious?
  • Beruka: When I got older, and moved into taking on my own assassination jobs... I received a contract. The target was my foster father.
  • Oboro: That's why you killed him? The man who raised you as his own?!
  • Beruka: Yes. I killed him using the skills he taught me. I never hesitated. These things are more common than you might think in the world of assassins.
  • Oboro: B-but why? Why did he have to die?
  • Beruka: Any assassin who works long enough becomes a liability. Veteran assassins are commonly silenced to bury whatever secrets they know. With his last breath, he said it was time to pay his dues. That was the second time I heard him talk like that.
  • Oboro: So...I can never get my revenge! ARRRGH!
  • Beruka: That's right. He's gone.
  • Oboro: ...
  • Beruka: You can kill me instead, though.
  • Oboro: What? N-now wait a minute! Why would I kill you? On what planet does that make sense?
  • Beruka: I killed the object of your hatred. So you should hate me instead. It has to come spilling out somewhere. You need someone to get revenge on. I don't think you can go on for long without a scapegoat.
  • Oboro: ...
  • Beruka: So I volunteer.
  • Oboro: ...I'll pass, thanks.
  • Beruka: Why? Aren't you angry?
  • Oboro: You have no idea. I hate Nohr, your foster father...even you, kind of. But acting on that will only lead to more hate. I know that much. The chain of hate ends in tragedy. We're here to break that chain. Isn't that why we're all here fighting together?
  • Beruka: Oboro...
  • Oboro: Besides, you're a victim too. So I'll say it again, for the record: you might be from Nohr, but I'll still fight alongside you to bring peace to this world.
  • Beruka: ... OK. I understand...

With Female Kana (Daughter) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Kana: Mama! Mama!
  • Beruka: Yes?
  • Kana: I picked some flowers for you, Mama! They're yellow like the sun!
  • Beruka: Thank you.
  • Kana: Do you like them?
  • Beruka: Yes. They are very pretty. I've noticed you like to bring me flowers a lot. Why?
  • Kana: I just remember that when I was real little, we'd go looking at flowers together. You always smiled so much. And I love your smile, Mama! So I decided to start bringing you lots and lots of flowers to help you smile!
  • Beruka: Is that how it was? I do not remember smiling so much. But perhaps. Thank you, Kana. I do, however, have a favor to ask of you.
  • Kana: Anything, Mama! What is it?
  • Beruka: Flowers are living things. We should not kill them without purpose.
  • Kana: You mean I've been hurting them this whole time?! I didn't mean to! I'm sorry, flowers! I've been such a big meanie...
  • Beruka: It is all right. I'm sure the flowers will forgive you, so long as you understand. You must promise to stop picking them, though, OK?
  • Kana: OK! But then how will I show you all of the neat flowers I find?
  • Beruka: That is simple. Next time you find some, come and find me. Then we can go look at them together. How does that sound?
  • Kana: Really? You won't be too busy?
  • Beruka: No. I will make time.
  • Kana: OK! Got it! Next time I find some flowers, we'll go see them together! That's a promise, Mama!
  • Beruka: Agreed.

B Support Edit

  • Kana: La la lalala-la-la And now it's Mama time!
  • Beruka: Kana, be careful. You could trip.
  • Kana: Don't worry, I won't trip! Now, come on! I've got to show you the flowers I found! You're going to love them. I'm sure of it! Oh! There they are, Mama!
  • Beruka: What interesting flowers. Simple yet elegant. And my favorite shade of blue...
  • Kana: They reminded me of you, Mama.
  • Beruka: O-of me?! You must be joking. I am no great beauty. But I suppose I can take the praise. Just this once. Thank you, Kana.
  • Kana: Heehee. I love flowers, but I love your smiles even more!
  • Beruka: Oh? Well I love your smiles even more than that.
  • Kana: Really? Yay!
  • Beruka: I just remembered. I have something I wanted to show you.
  • Kana: Ooh. Is it something good?
  • Beruka: It is! I don't have it right now, but it's a-
  • Kana: Ah! Wait! No! I don't want to ruin the surprise!
  • Beruka: Heh. All right, then. I'll keep it a secret until you can see it for yourself.
  • Kana: OK! I can't wait!

A Support Edit

  • Kana: Hey, Mama. Where is that thing you wanted to show me?
  • Beruka: Here. Take a look.
  • Kana: Oh wow! What a big book! And look at all the flowers! Where did you get so many?
  • Beruka: I got them from you. These are all of the ones you've been bringing me.
  • Kana: This is amazing! Really, really amazing! Oh! And look! These are the daisies I gave you the other day! I hadn't realized how many flowers I'd given you.
  • Beruka: I would not have believed it myself had I not counted them all earlier. I was a bit shocked. You must have spent a lot of time looking for these.
  • Kana: Oh, Mama. Thank you for taking such good care of the flowers I gave you.
  • Beruka: No. I should be thanking you. I can't tell how much these flowers inspired me. In everything I do. I remember perfectly each time you gave one to me. So this book has become more than just a book. It is a set of memories for me to cherish. Thank you, Kana.
  • Kana: You're welcome!
  • Beruka: We didn't pick those flowers we saw the other day... But I think we'll hang on to that memory for a long time, regardless. And I hope we'll have many, many more memories like that. How about you?
  • Kana: I want that too! I love you, Mama!
  • Beruka: Heh. And I love you too, Kana.

With Dwyer (Son) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
  • Beruka: Oh, thank you. Wow, it's excellent. You have a true talent for making coffee.
  • Dwyer: Really, I'm happy you like it.
  • Beruka: I do. So rich and full bodied. Honestly, it might be even better than your father's coffee.
  • Dwyer: Wow, that's high praise. I should probably keep that to myself. He might get mad.
  • Beruka: Why do you say that? Ehhh, wait. He can be pretty jealous from time to time.
  • Dwyer: That sounds even worse.
  • Beruka: Heh, it's a good thing your father didn't overhear us talking. He'd probably make me drink cup after cup of his brew. At least until I agreed that his coffee tasted better.
  • Dwyer: Heh... Yeah, I can imagine that. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup later.
  • Beruka: Thanks.

B Support Edit

  • Dwyer: Hmm.
  • Beruka: Something on your mind?
  • Dwyer: Hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular.
  • Beruka: Dwyer, I'm your mother. It's obvious to me when you're lying.
  • Dwyer: Oh, sorry.
  • Beruka: Why don't you just talk to me? I'd really like to help. If I can, of course.
  • Dwyer: Well... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
  • Beruka: Why would you say that?
  • Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
  • Beruka: Dwyer, I don't believe that.
  • Dwyer: Maybe I should just leave the army and be a butler or something.
  • Beruka: No, you can't do that.
  • Dwyer: Huh?
  • Beruka: You belong here. I know it.
  • Dwyer: Why?
  • Beruka: Because you're a kind boy.
  • Dwyer: No, I'm not.
  • Beruka: You are. Like how you tried to hide your concerns to keep me from worrying.
  • Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no place for kindness there.
  • Beruka: You're wrong, Dwyer. I think your kind nature is needed on the battlefield most of all. Compassion gives you the strength to help others, regardless of danger. That's a strength I don't possess. It's why I want to keep fighting by your side.
  • Dwyer: ... Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
  • Beruka: I'm glad to hear that, dear. Don't worry, I'll always be here to watch out for you.

A Support Edit

  • Beruka: *sigh*
  • Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
  • Beruka: Oh, hello, Dwyer. No, nothing's wrong. I think I'm just tired. It doesn't have anything to do with you, dear.
  • Dwyer: I'm your son. You know I can see through your lies, right?
  • Beruka: Heh. Fair enough. I suppose that makes sense.
  • Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I can at least lend you an ear.
  • Beruka: That's very kind. Thank you.
  • Dwyer: So? What's up?
  • Beruka: I just... I feel like a terrible mother.
  • Dwyer: Don't say that. It's not true at all.
  • Beruka: But I told you... that you belong on the battlefield. In war.
  • Dwyer: You mean when I was worried the other day?
  • Beruka: Yes, exactly. A mother's foremost concern should always be their child's safety. Yet I asked you to fight by my side. I have no business calling myself a mother.
  • Dwyer: That's simply not true.
  • Beruka: What?
  • Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
  • Beruka: Oh.
  • Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your wisdom. I feel like I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
  • Beruka: Dwyer, really?
  • Dwyer: Yes, I promise, you're not a failure. You're the best mother anyone could ever hope for.
  • Beruka: R-really? Thank you.
  • Dwyer: Now, why don't I make some fresh coffee so that you can relax and unwind.
  • Beruka: You're such a thoughtful son. I'm very lucky.

With Sophie (Daughter) Edit

With Midori (Daughter) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Midori: Mother?
  • Beruka: Midori... What is it?
  • Midori: Remember how your knee was bothering you the other day? Well, I made a special ointment. It should help out with the pain. It took me a couple of days to track down the right herbs, but I did it!
  • Beruka: You did all that for me? Thank you, Midori.
  • Midori: Heehee. Why don't you take a seat and get comfortable. I will apply it for you, OK? Shoo, pain--stop bothering Mother!
  • Beruka: What a relief. The pain in my knee is already beginning to fade. Your medicines are always so effective.
  • MIdori: Really? Yaaaay! Err, I mean, I'm glad that it helped.
  • Beruka: Did your father help create this ointment?
  • Midori: He sure did! I mentioned that you'd been in pain, and he gave me a few ideas. I still had to do a ton of research though.
  • Beruka: I see. It must have pleased him. Kaze loves to share his knowledge with you.
  • Midori: Heehee. I hope so! He's always so pleased when I come to him with a new herb.
  • Beruka: Of course he is. You make us both proud. No one could ask for a better daughter.
  • Midori: Heeheehee! That means a lot. I love you, Mother!
  • Beruka: I love you too, Midori.

B Support Edit

  • Midori: *sniffle*
  • Beruka: Is something the matter, Midori? Why are you crying?
  • Midori: Nothing... Nothing, I'm fine.*sniffle*
  • Beruka: What happened?
  • Midori: Well... I was in the forest collecting a few herbs, and some kids came up to me. They asked where my parents were and laughed when I said I was an adult. Then they said they were going deeper into the forest. I tried to stop them...But they turned to me and said, "Kids can't tell us what to do!" and ran off.
  • Beruka: Hmmm, that's unfortunate. Did the children get home safely?
  • Midori: Yes, they did. I watched them carefully to make sure they came back from the forest.
  • Beruka: I'm happy to hear that. It was thoughtful of you to watch for them.
  • Midori: I suppose...
  • Beruka: Stop crying, Midori. Doing the right thing isn't guaranteed to make other people happy. That doesn't mean you should stop trying to help people.
  • Midori: You're right. I'll be true to myself.
  • Beruka: Even if no one else understands your intentions...I will. Don't be afraid to do what you know is right.
  • Midori: *sniffle* Thanks, Mother.

With Siegbert (Son) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Siegbert: Mother... So this is where you were.
  • Beruka: Siegbert. Hi.
  • Siegbert: You seem tired. Is everything OK?
  • Beruka: I'm fine. Don't worry. I've just been busy. It takes a lot out of me.
  • Siegbert: I see... Mother, I think I know the perfect way to help us both!
  • Beruka: And that is?
  • Siegbert: I'd like to give you a shoulder massage.
  • Beruka: What kind of problem do you have that you can help by massaging me?
  • Siegbert: Like you, I've been feeling some aches and pains. One of the healers here showed me some pressure points to relieve the pain, but I can't really find the spots when I try to massage myself. If I could practice on your shoulders, you could tell me when I find the spots.
  • Beruka: Oh, I get it now. It's worth a try.
  • Siegbert: Excellent! Thank you, Mother. Here, try and relax...
  • Beruka: Mmm... I didn't realize how cramped I felt until I didn't feel it anymore. Thanks, Siegbert. Though I'm not sure I know how to pay you back.
  • Siegbert: No need for concern, Mother. I'm the one who should be thanking you. Now that I know where to apply pressure my pain will be a thing of the past.
  • Beruka: We can hope. I still ow you one, though.

B Support Edit

  • Siegbert: Ugh...
  • Beruka: Still sore, Siegbert?
  • Siegbert: It's nothing, Mother. Don't worry about it.
  • Beruka: Hmph. Stay still and I'll work it out for you.
  • Siegbert: I'm fine, really! I don't want to be seen like this.
  • Beruka: Can't see a good reason why not.
  • Siegbert: *sigh* Fine...
  • Beruka: Now that I can see closer, there's worry in your eyes. Spill it.
  • Siegbert: Nothing you need to worry about- I'm sure I can handle things on my own.
  • Beruka: Don't make your mother beg.
  • Siegbert: Well... Lately I find myself lost in thought a lot. I can't help thinking that I'm not strong enough yet. Or wondering if I have what it takes to protect the people.
  • Beruka: I see your problem. You look at all the ones with more experience and knowledge... And you wonder if you measure up. Well, I'll tell you: you don't.
  • Siegbert: Mother, you aren't really helping...
  • Beruka: You knew it already, which is why you were worried. But that worry isn't bad. Most young kids think they're on top of the world. They're worse off than you. At least you know you have a lot to learn, so you can get busy doing it.
  • Siegbert: So my worries... They're what will make me stronger. Thank you, Mother. I feel a bit better already.
  • Beruka: Don't mention it. And if the massages embarrass you, don't mention them either.

A Support Edit

  • Siegbert: Mother, have you got some free time?
  • Beruka: Yes. Why do you ask?
  • Siegbert: Well, I'd like to give you another shoulder massage.
  • Beruka: Why? Does it look like I need one?
  • Siegbert: N-no, of course not! I just wanted to repay you for the advice you offered me the other day.
  • Beruka: You're saying it helped?
  • Siegbert: Very much so. I've been able to apply that open-mindedness to several situations. I've learned from villagers what it is to live diligently. And from my comrades, I've learned what it's like to face strong enemies... I've witnessed all different kinds of strength from people I've encountered. And I've become acutely aware of my own shortcomings. But now, instead of grinding to a stop when I find a fault in myself... I want to push forward and overcome the obstacle.
  • Beruka: That's shrewd of you.
  • Siegbert: I'm sure I'll still find things to be worried about... But that's also a necessary waypoint on the path to growing stronger... For now, I think I'll puff out my chest and brood a little, like Father.
  • Beruka: Heh... That figures. Don't worry yourself to pieces. If you ever need help, I'm always here.

With Forrest (Son) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Forrest: Mother! You have wonderful timing!
  • Beruka: What do you need, Forrest?
  • Forrest: I wanted to give you something.
  • Beruka: You got me a present?
  • Forrest: I did. It's a very special dress!
  • Beruka: It's pretty. The fabric is so soft, and it's just my size.
  • Forrest: I'm glad you like it. And a little relieved. I was worried it wouldn't appeal to you.
  • Beruka: Why did you make me this dress?
  • Forrest: How could you tell?
  • Beruka: It's obvious. The detailed embroidery is clearly your handiwork.
  • Forrest: Aww, thank you, Mother! Your kindness means the world to me.
  • Beruka: Your choice of color is very striking. I could wear this dress every day.
  • Forrest: Don't do that! Besides, why would you want to always wear the same thing? How about I make you a nice array of outfits instead?
  • Beruka: That would be wonderful. Thank you, Forrest.

B Support Edit

  • Forrest: *sigh*
  • Beruka: Forrest, what happened? You look unhappy.
  • Forrest: Is it that obvious?
  • Beruka: To me it is. I'm your mother, after all.
  • Forrest: I see... Well, I went into town to pick up some supplies today and ran into the worst people. There was an elderly man who had gotten lost, and no one would help him. A few townsfolk were mocking him! I was disheartened to see people be so cruel.
  • Beruka: Hmm, I see. What did you do?
  • Forrest: I helped him get home of course! The poor dear was so confused. I don't understand. It's one thing to stand by idly, but they were laughing at him!
  • Beruka: That is terrible.
  • Forrest: I know I shouldn't be surprised. People can be incredibly unkind. Sometimes I wish I could shut myself up in my room...forever!
  • Beruka: You should be proud that you did the right thing. You cannot let a few fools scare you into hiding who you are.
  • Forrest: Mother, you're right. I must find my courage again.
  • Beruka: Good. People will always find an excuse to be mean. But that's no reason to stop being true to yourself.
  • Forrest: Thanks, Mother. It would hurt even more to change myself just to avoid their cruelty.
  • Beruka: Don't listen to those stupid jerks. When things get tough, come to me. I'll always be here for you. Even if you just want to talk.
  • Forrest: I couldn't ask for anything more. Thank you, Mother.

A Support Edit

  • Beruka: Heehee...
  • Forrest: Hello, Mother! You look happy today. Did something good happen?
  • Beruka: Yes, indeed. Something surprising, actually. I wore the dress you made into town this morning. Everyone I passed commented on the gorgeous design.
  • Forrest: Wow, really? That's amazing.
  • Beruka: Heehee. I love hearing people compliment your work, Forrest. It makes me very happy. Granted, I know they were just praising the dress, but still... After so many comments, it felt like they were calling me beautiful too. I'm sorry. I don't usually get carried away. It's been a strange day.
  • Forrest: What do you mean? Mother, you are beautiful! The dress simply drew attention to your lovely face.
  • Beruka: Please, don't flatter me, Forrest. Besides, it wasn't the dress that made me happy.
  • Forrest: It wasn't?
  • Beruka: No. A woman told me how proud I should be of raising such a wonderful daughter. She saw you help the old man, and she was impressed.
  • Forrest: I just realized something. I cannot let the laughter of cruel people stop me from me from being who I am. Long ago, I decided I wouldn't let them change the way I dress...and I certainly won't let them stop me from being compassionate toward others.
  • Beruka: That's good to hear.
  • Forrest: Thank you, Mother. I'll follow your advice from earlier and keep being myself. I think I'll start by making you another dress to wear around town. I'm sure you'll love it!
  • Beruka: I would like that very much. Thank you, Forrest.

With Ignatius (Son) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I was wondering if you could help me with something...
  • Beruka: Name it.
  • Ignatius: You know...now that I'm here it seems a little silly. Forget about it. I can take care of it.
  • Beruka: A worm, right? Or a spider. Either way, I'll eliminate the threat.
  • Ignatius: It's a spider riding a worm. If it had just been a spider OR a worm, I could have handled it—I swear!
  • Beruka: Not in my experience. But leave the squishing to me. I'll make it painless.
  • Ignatius: Oh, gods... Please do NOT squish them. Just take them somewhere far, far away. This will be the last time—I promise.
  • Beruka: Heh. I know my son better than that. Just know you can always come to me.
  • Ignatius: I know. I really am working up the courage to handle my own bugs, you know?
  • Beruka: Good luck with that. Now, where's this bug I need to neutralize?
  • Ignatius: No, I said DON'T squish them! I don't want bug guts on my things!

B Support Edit

  • Ignatius: Good day, Mother. Do you have a moment?
  • Beruka: I do. Why? Ah... Another worm infiltrated your tent?
  • Ignatius: No! I told you, I'm going to deal with my own bugs from now on. Why, just the other day a ladybug landed on my forearm... And, through gritted teeth, I was able to gently brush it away.
  • Beruka: What, then?
  • Ignatius: Well, it is about my tent. There's something wrong with it.
  • Beruka: Does it stand out too much? I could give you some advice on blending in.
  • Ignatius: There's nothing outwardly wrong. It's just... I believe my tent is haunted. As I was drifting off to sleep, I was sure I could see a face staring at me!
  • Beruka: Maybe it was the face of all the bugs I've eliminated for you. Karmic justice.
  • Ignatius: MOTHER! That's not funny.
  • Beruka: Sorry. I'll get to the bottom of this.
  • Ignatius: I mean, I don't believe in evil spirits. I know they don't exist, but... What if they do?
  • Beruka: Heh. If they threatened you, then I'd eliminate them. I've been telling you since you were a kid. You don't need to worry with me around.
  • Ignatius: I'm sorry. You've always been so no-nonsense. You must be disappointed to have raised a coward.
  • Beruka: Don't be sorry. It's weird, but...it's comforting to see how some things never change.
  • Ignatius: Really? You mean that?
  • Beruka: Yes. Maybe you'll understand someday, and maybe you won't. Either way, you're my kid. That's another thing that'll never change.
  • Ignatius: Heh. Well, thank you, Mother.
  • Beruka: Do you still keep those stuffed animals around? Has that changed?
  • Ignatius: I do. What of it?
  • Beruka: Heh. Next time you see a face, reach out for it. It might be softer than you think.
  • Ignatius: Oh. OH! Never mind.

A Support Edit

  • Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I have something for you.
  • Beruka: It's nice. You made this?
  • Ignatius: Yes. It's meant to bring you good luck.
  • Beruka: That could be helpful. But what makes you think I need luck?
  • Ignatius: It's just... I don't want you to die.
  • Beruka: Oh. Um.
  • Ignatius: I know I shouldn't worry about it, but... I get scared every time you fight. If something were to happen to you...
  • Beruka: Unlikely.
  • Ignatius: Yes, I know you can handle yourself. But I still worry. You're the only person who accepts me just the way I am. I...I just can't stand the thought of losing you.
  • Beruka: I'm sorry, Ignatius. I wish I could promise I'll always be with you. But I won't, so I can't.
  • Ignatius: You're right. Of course.
  • Beruka: But you'll be fine. When I'm gone, someone else who cares about you will be there. There are more of them than you think.
  • Ignatius: I know. I'll try to be stronger. I'm sorry if I worried you.
  • Beruka: Don't be. I'm used to it. If anything, it's good to have something worth worrying about.
  • Ignatius: Mother... Just promise me that you'll live a long, healthy life, OK?
  • Beruka: That's a tough promise to keep. But for you? I swear.

With Velouria (Daughter) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Velouria: *SNIFF* Ooh, I think she's this way...
  • Beruka: Velouria. What is it?
  • Velouria: Mom! There you are! I knew my nose wouldn't fail me in my time of need.
  • Beruka: Why were you looking for me?
  • Velouria: Mom... May I have a hug? A big one? Right now?
  • Beruka: What? H-hey...
  • Velouria: *sniff* *sniff* Mom, you smell so sweet. Just like a flower!
  • Beruka: I do? Are you sure?
  • Velouria: *SNIFF* *SNIFF* I'm getting sleepy just being in your arms, Mom... *sniff* *sniff*
  • Beruka: Not here. Let's get you to bed.
  • Velouria: Mon... Don't ever go anywhere... I want to stay with you...forever... *sniff* *sniff* Zzz...
  • Beruka: That's fine. I'm staying put with you.
  • Velouria: Zzz...I love you Mom...Zzzzzz...

With Percy (Son) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Percy: Mom, I'm home! Is dinner ready yet?
  • Beruka: Oh, welcome back, Percy. The food is cooling on the table.
  • Percy: No time to wait! I'm gonna dig in!
  • Beruka: Oh, no, that simply won't do. Have you washed your hands yet?
  • Percy: Oops, I forgot. I'll run and wash them now.
  • Beruka: What's the rush? There's no shortage of food here.
  • Percy: I have to eat fast... Every moment I'm not training is a missed opportunity. Eat fast, train fast! I need to get big and strong quickly. How else will I be able to keep you safe?
  • Beruka: You wish to protect me? That's sweet...
  • Percy: I promise, I'll never let anything bad happen to you! You can count on me!
  • Beruka: I know I can. But please, slow down and chew your food properly. A bad stomachache will get in the way of your training.
  • Percy: Good point, Mom. For the time being, I'll train myself to eat quickly but efficiently.
  • Beruka: Hehe. OK, Percy.

B Support Edit

  • Percy: Mom, I'm home! Is dinner ready yet?
  • Beruka: Oh, Percy... Your knee is bleeding.
  • Percy: Fear not, Mom! This scratch is merely a symbol of my dedication to training.
  • Beruka: Well, we better get that scrape disinfected right away.
  • Percy: No, no, it's OK! I'm sure it will be fine if we leave it alone.
  • Beruka: No, it won't. If that cut festers, you could get very sick... Now sit down.
  • Percy: Geez, don't be such a worrywart.
  • Beruka: I can't help it. I'm your mother. I'm going to apply the medicine...
  • Percy: Youch! You didn't say that would sting. Can you try to be a little more gentle?
  • Beruka: How are you planning on protecting me if you can't deal with a bit of pain?
  • Percy: What? No, I was just...pretending! Yeah, I was totally just pretending it hurt. I can't believe you actually fell for that. Go ahead, put on more medicine. I can take it!
  • Beruka: How did you end up getting hurt?
  • Percy: Well, I was running down a mountain as fast as I could. But I lost my footing and tripped.
  • Beruka: And you walked away with just this little scrape? You're very lucky. Please, try not to be so reckless going forward.
  • Percy: But... How can I get strong enough to protect you if I quit training?
  • Beruka: I appreciate how much this means to you, Percy. But that's not a good excuse for putting yourself in dangerous situations. I don't want to be protected by someone with no care for their own safety. You're very important to me, and I don't want to see you get hurt.
  • Percy: You're right... I'm sorry, Mom.
  • Beruka: It's OK, as long as you understand. Now, how about we eat?
  • Percy: Yay! All that tumbling made me hungry!

A Support Edit

  • Percy: Hey, Mom...
  • Beruka: Is something wrong, Percy? You seem down today.
  • Percy: I've been wondering... I don't know if I can ever get strong enough to protect you.
  • Beruka: Why do you say that?
  • Percy: There are so many strong people all around the camp. Much stronger than me... What do I do if I come across a foe who is more powerful than I am? Thinking about that makes me lose confidence.
  • Beruka: Hmm, I see. There's no need to worry. The key to getting stronger is hard work. Commit to training, and you can accomplish anything.
  • Percy: You're just trying to make me feel better.
  • Beruka: It's the truth. I've noticed all your efforts. Someday, I bet you'll become the strongest person in the world.
  • Percy: Someday isn't good enough. What if evil rears its head before I'm ready to defeat it?
  • Beruka: I'll keep watch over you until your training is complete. And one day, you can watch over me.
  • Percy: That sounds like a great plan. I'm gonna bust my tail and work even harder. Then no enemy will dare challenge me.
  • Beruka: Very good. I'll do everything I can to aid you. Perhaps we can train together. I know many rare combat techniques.
  • Percy: Really?! Thanks, Mom!

With Ophelia (Daughter) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Mother, my situation is dire.
  • Beruka: How so? Are you OK?
  • Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.
  • Beruka: Oh. You're just hungry?
  • Ophelia: That's right! You know me so well.
  • Beruka: Of course I do. I am a chosen one.
  • Ophelia: Y-you are?! Somehow, I always suspected. I have to admit, I'm a little jealous. I wish I were a chosen one too! Then we could battle side by side.
  • Beruka: Heh. I would love that.
  • Ophelia: First we'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly.
  • Beruka: Fine. I'll make you a quick meal.
  • Ophelia: Let me help! What do you want me to do?
  • Beruka: Hmm. Can you grab the bowls, please?
  • Ophelia: Of course! Leave it to me. AHH!
  • Ophelia: Mother! According to my shattered-bowl fortune-telling—
  • Beruka: Ophelia, just apologize for breaking the dish.
  • Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.

B Support Edit

  • Ophelia: *sigh*
  • Beruka: What's on your mind, Ophelia?
  • Ophelia: Ah, Mother. Of course you could tell. Chosen ones see everything, don't they?
  • Beruka: Of course we do. Did something happen? I'm always willing to listen.
  • Ophelia: I've been wondering. Do you think I'll become a chosen one too?
  • Beruka: Why do you ask?
  • Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
  • Beruka: Is that all? Ophelia, don't worry. You can certainly become one.
  • Ophelia: You don't know how I feel. You're so powerful already.
  • Beruka: I wasn't always like this, you know.
  • Ophelia: Huh? What do you mean?
  • Beruka: I became stronger after becoming a chosen one.
  • Ophelia: Really?
  • Beruka: It's true. Do you know who chose me?
  • Ophelia: Hmm. Fate? Or the gods maybe?
  • Beruka: Heh, not quite. No, I was chosen by you.
  • Ophelia: By me? How is that possible?
  • Beruka: I became stronger when you were born into this world, Ophelia. I knew that I'd have to protect you from harm, no matter what.
  • Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
  • Beruka: Don't worry so much. Someday you'll become a chosen one too.
  • Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.

A Support Edit

  • Ophelia: Good morning, Mother!
  • Beruka: Why hello, Ophelia. You look so happy.
  • Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a whirlpool of despair.
  • Beruka: Hmm, I see. Glad to hear you're feeling better.
  • Ophelia: Now that I have moved past that darkness, I need you to teach me everything. Battlefield strategy, culinary techniques... Whatever wisdom you can spare.
  • Beruka: Why the sudden interest?
  • Ophelia: Generations to come should benefit from your experience. I need your help, Mother. I must become stronger. With your guidance, I can develop the tenacity and skill to back up my words. Maybe then I could inspire and help people.
  • Beruka: Heehee, is that right.
  • Ophelia: Please, I just want to be an incredible chosen one, like you! Teach me everything! I'll soak up your knowledge like a sponge.
  • Beruka: All right, if you insist.
  • Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Can we start with some chores?
  • Beruka: Sure. Why don't you wash that pile of dishes over there.
  • Ophelia: All right. You mean these ones right her— AHHH!

(Crashing sounds)

  • Ophelia: Umm, I broke a plate. Again. I'm very sorry, Mother.
  • Beruka: Hmm, well at least you apologized right away this time.
  • Ophelia: Well, a true chosen one doesn't try to hide their mistakes, right?
  • Beruka: That's true. You're learning already.

With Soleil (Daughter) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Soleil: Hiya, Mom! What are you getting up to today? Sharpening some blades?
  • Beruka: Oh, Soleil. Yes. I have to keep each sword quite sharp. Otherwise, they're no good in battle.
  • Soleil: Wow, that's so interesting...
  • Beruka: What do you want? Stop staring at me.
  • Soleil: Shh, be quiet. I need to take in this moment so I can remember it forever. My perfect mother, standing with a blade glimmering brightly in the sun... Her hair swaying gently in the breeze while she takes a stone to the iron... Heehee! This is just too adorable!! What a cute scene!
  • Beruka: What are you talking about? You shouldn't tease people.
  • Soleil: I'd never tease you, Mom. Seriously! You're always so humble about everything. I never knew how much elegance and grace was required for maintaining weapons. I can't handle it! Everything is so crazy adorable with you! We have to run into town to grab some tea together. I need to know how you became such a world-class cutie.
  • Beruka: I don't have time for that. Now you'll have to excuse me...
  • Soleil: Wait. Mom! Please, don't go!

B SupportEdit

  • Soleil: Strong hands running through pure, golden feed... With a quick flick of the wrist, she scatters the food deftly on the ground... Sweet, fluffy critters line up just to bask in her presence... Heehee...
  • Beruka: Knock it off right now, Soleil. I can't get anything done with you following me everywhere.
  • Soleil: I can't help it! What am I supposed to do? You're the one who decided to do your chores in such an adorable way! If you don't want me to distract you, then quit being so cute already!
  • Beruka: Soleil, if you're trying to make me mad, it's working.
  • Soleil: Aww, you're even cuter when you get really angry at me!
  • Beruka: You're so much like your father. It drives me insane. Now move aside. I have to keep working.
  • Soleil: Really? But you've been working all morning. Can't you take a break? I got this wonderful blanket from the fair the other day. We should go have a picnic! It would be such a cute, idyllic scene, don't you think?
  • Beruka: If I take a break now. I'll be laboring 'til sundown.
  • Soleil: Do you do this much every single day?
  • Beruka: Of course. Everyone does. This is normal.
  • Soleil: Oh, I had no idea...
  • Beruka: Now go away, Soleil.
  • Soleil: Wait a minute. Can't I help? There must be some way to make myself useful.
  • Beruka: Hmm. I would appreciate the help. Here, slice up these carrots. The horses love them.
  • Soleil: Leave it to me! Oh my gosh, has anyone ever looked cuter than us right now? This is so much fun, heehee!
  • Beruka: I don't understand you at all...

A SupportEdit

  • Beruka: I suppose I should sort through these rations now...
  • Soleil: Moooom! There you are! Hi!
  • Beruka: I'm very busy, Soleil. I don't have time to play your stupid games.
  • Soleil: I didn't come here to harp on how cute you look counting these sacks of rice. I mean, it's delightful. Heehee... Sorry, I got distracted. I came here to tell you something important. I've learned so much by watching you work the last few days... I feel like I appreciate all your efforts more than ever. I had no idea how much work it takes to get everything done around here. It's very impressive.
  • Beruka: Heehee... Well thank you.
  • Soleil: You've inspired me to make a big decision. I'm going to be just like you! After all, you're my mom! I can't sit here and let you do all the chores by yourself.
  • Beruka: That's sweet of you to offer. But don't worry. This is just part of my daily routine.
  • Soleil: It's really cute to watch you be so selfless. But I really want to pitch in! Can't I do something?
  • Beruka: *sigh* I suppose.
  • Soleil: Really?! That's so exciting! Thanks, Mom. I promise I'll work super hard! You can count on me.
  • Beruka: But I don't want to hear any flattery coming out of you. Understand?
  • Soleil: Hahaha! You're so silly. That's impossible. We're a total dream team! Watch out, world! These two cuties are gonna knock out some chores!
  • Beruka: I don't understand you at all.

With Nina (Daughter) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Nina: Mmm...that was really something. The way those men were chatting like old friends... What could they have been talking about? The mind wanders...
  • Beruka: You're home, I see.
  • Nina: Gah! Mother?! What are you doing here? I thought you were training! You didn't hear me talking about...stuff... Did you?
  • Beruka: Were you talking to yourself? That's weird, Nina. What were you saying?
  • Nina: Nothing! Don't worry about it! Whew...
  • Beruka: OK. Oh, I cleaned your room.
  • Nina: Mother! That's my private space.
  • Beruka: The books you were trying to hide are all on your desk now.
  • Nina: Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods... PLEASE tell me you didn't open any of those books...
  • Beruka: Which books do you mean?
  • Nina: My diaries and journals, Mother! Did you read them or didn't you?
  • Beruka: I didn't. Besides, it wouldn't matter to me what they said even if I did.
  • Nina: What's that supposed to mean? It sounds like you DID read them! Well? Did you or didn't you? ARRRRGH!

B Support Edit

  • Nina: *sigh* Why does it have to be so difficult...
  • Beruka: Something wrong, Nina?
  • Nina: Oh...hi, Mother. I...I dunno.
  • Beruka: It seems like something's wrong. Do you want to go into detail?
  • Nina: Well, I suppose things can't get any worse... I...I have a hard time talking to guys. But I think about them all the time! I feel like such a freak. Like they know that I'm thinking about them... And I just clam up and turn red. It's so awful!
  • Beruka: If it's hard for you, you don't have to force yourself to do it. Just ignore them.
  • Nina: Ugh, you don't understand! When I finally manage to stammer a few words out... I start acting super mean and creepy for no reason! I need to change. But I don't know how...
  • Beruka: I'm not sure what to tell you. I'm not there myself. All I know is we can't give up. It's hard, and we don't know where to start, but... We have to keep trying things we want one of them to stick someday.
  • Nina: You really think so?
  • Beruka: I have to believe it's true. It's not hopeless. Not for either of us.
  • Nina: Thanks, Mother. I actually feel a little bit better.
  • Beruka: Good. Be sure to write all this down in your diary. It's better than the rest of what's in there.
  • Nina: Wait, so you DID read them? AGHHH! I'm going to DIEEEEEE!

A Support Edit

  • Nina: Hey, Mother. Guess what? I talked to a guy today, and it wasn't weird at all!
  • Beruka: Interesting. What happened?
  • Nina: Well, it was pretty basic as far as talking goes. I just gave him directions. But I didn't say anything weird or run away randomly!
  • Beruka: Well done.
  • Nina: Right? I've been giggling about it all afternoon.
  • Beruka: Maybe there's hope for us both after all. Once you ditch your hobby, anyway.
  • Nina: I thought we agreed to never speak of...my hobbies...ever again!
  • Beruka: Sorry. I know that's a sore spot. I was impressed at your methods, though. You've trained yourself to be a good agent.
  • Nina: How many of my diaries did you read, Mother? Jeez!
  • Beruka: All of them. I made sure Avatar saw them as well.
  • Nina: WHAT?! Why would you do that? WHY?
  • Beruka: I told you: you're a good agent. You came up with espionage tricks not even I knew. The whole army will benefit from the tricks you developed to spy on people.
  • Nina: Great. Now everyone knows what a huge freak I am. Thanks, Mother.
  • Beruka: If anyone calls you a freak, just point me at them. They won't say it twice. I love you, and that's all that matters.

With Asugi (Son) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Asugi: Ah, mission accomplished. I got a ton of useful information tonight. Today's undercover work was riskier than usual. I almost got caught this time. "Almost" doesn't count though, heh heh. Time to share what I learned and go relax.
  • Beruka: You're back.
  • Asugi: M-Mom?! Shouldn't you be asleep? It's really late.
  • Beruka: I thought I'd wait for you.
  • ​​​Asugi: I'm fine, Mom. It's an early morning tomorrow. You should be asleep!
  • Beruka: Couldn't. I was too worried.
  • Asugi: Look, I get sent on these recon trips because I'm good at them. We all risk our lives when we're out on our missions, and I'm no different.
  • Beruka: Solo missions are dangerous, though. Hard to recover from setbacks in those. So until I see you're OK, I worry.
  • Asugi: I told you, I'm fine. I do what I have to, and that's the end of it. If you stay up all night, you'll just be a liability to all of us tomorrow.
  • Beruka: That's what you think, hm?
  • Asugi: Look, it's late. I'm exhausted. We should both get some rest.
  • Beruka: Later, then.

B Support Edit

  • Asugi: I've successfully infiltrated the enemy base. Piece of cake! (Mmm...cake) Now to scope out what the leaders here are up to. They've been acting suspicious. If I can just find some evidence that they're planning something...
  • Beruka: How can I help?
  • Asugi: WHAA-?! What...? MOM?! What in the name of all that is sweet and holy are you doing here?
  • Beruka: I followed you.
  • Asugi: Wh-why would you follow me? This place is dangerous!
  • Beruka: Especially for a solo agent.
  • Asugi: You shouldn't be here, Mom. This is MY mission, not yours!
  • Beruka: Doesn't matter. You have a better chance of success with me here.
  • Asugi: SHH! Be quiet!
  • Beruka: M-mmph.
  • Asugi: Not another word! The enemy patrol is heading this way...
  • Beruka: ...
  • Asugi: *sigh* OK, they're gone. Gods, my heart is racing. I was certain they'd spotted us.
  • Beruka: I doubt it.
  • Asugi: Geez, Mom. I know parents like to bond with their kids, but this is overkill!
  • Beruka: Nonsense. This is what I do when I'm worried about something. I fix it.
  • Asugi: Ugh, enough is enough. I can't think straight when you're here. This whole mission is a bust. Let's go.
  • Beruka: Sorry?
  • Asugi: Come on, Mom. I know a shortcut back. It's time to go home.
  • Beruka: No it isn't. We should be getting started.
  • Asugi: It's over. Come one, let's hurry back.
  • Beruka: Huh...?

A Support Edit

  • Beruka: What's the plan for tonight?
  • Asugi: ...WE are not going anywhere. You're not coming along.
  • Beruka: Yes, I am. End of discussion.
  • Asugi: Mom, you're being unreasonable. Don't you trust me?
  • Beruka: What's unreasonable is you being sent on mission after mission, alone. It makes sense that I'd want to help you out of a bad situation.
  • Asugi: We each have our own part to play in this war, Mom. I'm a ninja, so I fulfill the roles that my training has prepared me for. When you follow me, it puts us both in very real danger. Instead of focusing on the mission, I can only think of protecting you.
  • Beruka: Are you saying...it's wrong to worry about you?
  • Asugi: ...
  • Beruka: It makes me very uncomfortable to think of what might happen to you. I...don't know what a mother is supposed to be like. Am I doing it wrong?
  • Asugi: Mom... Look, this is embarrassing, so I'm only going to say it once.
  • Beruka: Go on.
  • Asugi: When I got back from my mission that one night and I saw you waiting up for me... I was really happy.
  • Beruka: ...
  • Asugi: It made me realize that I had a real home to come back to. Knowing you're out there, waiting for me, makes me desperate to make it back home. No matter how much danger I'm in or what I have to do to make it back safely... I always will. I will always, always come back home to you.
  • Beruka: Asugi...
  • Asugi: That's why I need you to stay here. My home is wherever YOU are. I can't do what I do without knowing that I have a loving home waiting for me. As long as you're here, safe and happy, I'll never lose heart.
  • Beruka: Hmm. OK. I see what you mean. The mothering thing is new to me. I thought I needed to help you. But if you're telling me it would be better for me to stay home, I'll do that.
  • Asugi: Mom... Thank you. You don't know what that means to me.
  • Beruka: I'll stay on lookout here so you have a safe place to come home to. And I can try making food for you, too. So you're not hungry after a mission.
  • Asugi: That...would be AMAZING!
  • Beruka: Heh. If I remember right, you like sweets. I'll try my hand at those. I love you Asugi. Even if I'm not always great at showing it.
  • Asugi: Thanks, Mom. I love you too.

With Mitama (Daughter) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Beruka: ...
  • Mitama: ...
  • Beruka: ... Mitama. I know you are in there. It is time to go.
  • Mitama: I cannot get up / My fever burns brilliantly / A fire in my bones.
  • Beruka: Unacceptable. Do not try that again. You have been ordered to attend the war council meeting. You will not miss it. I have no time for this. You are going even if I have to drag you.
  • Mitama: Please, honored Mother / Exercise some small mercy / Spare pitiful me. Besides, I would just fall asleep. I am too tired to attend.
  • Beruka: This is no excuse. An assassin must be ready for all events at all times. Sleep is a crutch for the weak. The weak become the dead. Do you want to be dead? In any event, you are only tired because you were up all night reading poetry. Why did you become so obsessed in the first place? Perhaps I should burn your books.
  • Mitama: The answer is clear / A gift from Father did it / A brush and paper. I remember it like it was yesterday...
  • Beruka: That cannot be all. A brush and paper can be used for many things.
  • Mitama: Hm... I must ponder this. / Other paths I left untrod / Why did I begin?
  • Beruka: I imagine something must have happened when you were a child.
  • Mitama: Oh, Mother! I just had an idea! Perhaps we should now / Try to solve this together / Mother and daughter.
  • Beruka: You are not talking your way out of this. We are going to the meeting. Now.
  • Mitama: My ruse discovered / I have no choice but to go / It was worth a shot.

B Support Edit

  • Beruka: Mitama. What are you doing?
  • Mitama: Cryptic Memory / She leaves only threads behind / For us to follow.
  • Beruka: What?
  • Mitama: To reclaim the past, we begin by seizing upon a single vivid memory-a clue. This in turn reveals other memories to us. And we follow this thread of memories until the object of our search is found. My first poem is the end of one such thread. And it is here. Somewhere.
  • Beruka: And what is the object of your search?
  • Mitama: Before there was verse / Mitama existed not / Wherefore Mitama? I want to understand why I am who I am. I was not myself until I learned poetry. If I find my earliest self, I find my current self. In the beginning, the end. Therefore, the search.
  • Beruka: I see. And have you found it?
  • Mitama: No. How long 'til it's found? / In a blizzard of poems / A single snowflake. It has been many days. But I am determind.
  • Beruka: Perhaps I can help.
  • Mitama: Mm. Maybe you could- Ah! Wait! I may have found it / The Alpha of Mitama / Omega, my search.
  • Beruka: What does it say?
  • Mitama: Mother does not come / I count the days with chalk lines / But my chalk grows short.
  • Beruka: I...
  • Mitama: Yes, I remember now. You'd become very busy, and my caretakers told me you couldn't come to visit. I began writing poems to comfort myself while you were gone. Left waiting for you / My world turned inward to verse / Structure to sorrow.
  • Beruka: Mitama...I am sorry.
  • Mitama: Don't apologize / You had a duty, a cause / The world needed you. I am sorry. I didn't want to upset you. And I want you to know I understand. You fought to protect me. I know that now.
  • Beruka: Maybe...but maybe I could have done better. Though regrets are without use. We still have not found out why you turned to poetry in particular. Perhaps we should write your caretakers.
  • Mitama: More clues to my past / Hidden in old memories / The search continues. You are right. They are bound to know something. I will draft a letter immediately.
  • Beruka: Perhaps I should do the writing. Fewer poetic flourishes will be appreciated.

A Support Edit

  • Beruka: What? This can't be right.
  • Mitama: Mother? Is that the letter from my caretakers? Please, let me hear it / Perhaps the source is revealed / The search now bears fruit.
  • Beruka: ...
  • Mitama: Yes?
  • Beruka: It says that you got your love of poetry from me.
  • Mitama: I don't understand / You have no great love for it / What else do they say?
  • Beruka: I don't understand either. Give me a moment... Hm.
  • Mitama: Yes?
  • Beruka: Your caretakers say that you told them I used to recite poetry for you. And you asked them to help you find more things like those poems. Luckily, they had many books of traditional verses-tanka and haiku especially. And after that...the rest is history.
  • Mitama: Mystery dispelled / I know now the catalyst / My life's prime mover. So it was you, Mother. But why would I have told them you recited poetry to me?
  • Beruka: I never recited poetry for you, but I did sing you songs.
  • Mitama: I-I think I remember that. Beneath the surface / A gem in shifting waters / A mother's soft song.
  • Beruka: I believe that I told you they were my favorite verses. You must have told your caretakers this, who thought you meant poetic verse.
  • Mitama: To think that so much of my life has hinged on a simple misunderstanding. A single mistake / Like ripples on a still lake / Echoes across life. But this means-
  • Beruka: Yes. We have me to blame for your little obsession.
  • Mitama: Heehee. So it wouldn't be right for you to take my books, would it? Yourself the wellspring / Can the source of the river / Choose to flow uphill?
  • Beruka: I suppose you're right, Daughter. Perhaps I should be more lenient in the future.
  • Mitama: Poetry and song / Daughter and mother allied / Invincible bond!
  • Beruka: Heehee... I think I might actually like that one. Thank you, Mitama.

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