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With Male AvatarEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Can I ask you something, Chrom?
  • Chrom: Uh-oh. Should I be nervous?
  • Avatar: When you found me collapsed and without memory, why did you take me in?
  • Chrom: Well... Because you were collapsed and without memory?
  • Avatar: That's it? Pity was your reason?
  • ​Chrom: Isn't that enough?
  • Avatar: Did you never stop to consider if it was some kind of trap?
  • Chrom: Heh, that's what I had Frederick for.
  • Avatar: But why didn't—
  • Chrom: Avatar, if I see someone hurt or in need. I'm going to help them. That's just who I am, and there's no changing it. Or would you rather I'd left you there, face down in the muck?
  • Avatar: No, of course not. I'm thankful for what you did, I truly am. But it scares me all the same. Chivalry and longevity don't often go hand in hand.
  • Chrom: Ha! I wish I had a gold coin for every time I got this lecture.
  • Avatar: I can only offer advice, I'm afraid. You really should be more careful in the future.
  • Chrom: I'm sorry, but no. If it happened again today, I'd do the same exact thing...
  • Avatar: But—
  • Chrom: Peace, Avatar. I have heard your counsel, and I know you mean well. But as I said, this is who I am. I can't change that, nor would I want to.
  • Avatar: I... I understand. If that is your decision, then so be it. Just do try and be careful, Chrom. For my peace of mind, if not your own?
  • Chrom: I will. I promise.

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Chrom! Are you all right?!
  • Chrom: Er, yes, I'm fine. ...What's got you so excited?
  • Avatar: I heard you were attacked behind the mess tent!
  • Chrom: Pfft! Some local thug approached with a dagger, but he bolted when I drew iron. It was dark... The poor fellow probably thought he was mugging a merchant! Ha!
  • Avatar: You challenged him alone?!
  • Chrom: Well, I wouldn't say "challenged," exactly. More like "shooed away." Can't very well just leave that sort around the camp now, can we?
  • Avatar: By the gods, Chrom! Please, I beg you, do not take any more of these foolish risks.
  • Chrom: Hah! You do realize we're at war, right? Just walking onto the battlefield is a risk.
  • Avatar: I don't fear anyone besting you head-on; I fear you being stabbed in the back! Many of our enemies do not share your sense of honor.
  • Chrom: Do you really think some random cutpurse would get the better of me?
  • Avatar: Shall I list every hero who said that before being poisoned, sniped, or snared?
  • Chrom: Well, I don't think a list is necess—
  • Avatar: You're our COMMANDER, Chrom... Battlefield victories mean nothing if an army loses its leader. You are no longer simply your own man. You stand for all of us.
  • Chrom: Enough... You have a point. You're right...as you always are. I will be more careful. Thank you, Avatar.

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: I hear you've been going on patrol with the couple of the men.
  • Chrom: Only to patrol the immediate area.
  • Avatar: ...You know what I'm going to say, don't you?
  • Chrom: That it's too risky, and I need to be more careful. Yes, thank you, mother.
  • Avatar: But if you know this, then why—
  • Chrom: Look. I understand enemies could be lying in wait to try and kill me... But there could also be others who need my help! There's a war going on, and people are suffering. I can't ignore them. I won't.
  • Avatar: So why not send your men to search for these hapless innocents?!
  • Chrom: Because.
  • Avatar: Becauuuse...?
  • Chrom: Because...of you. If I hadn't been there—if Frederick alone had found you—would we have ever met?
  • Avatar: ...Probably not.
  • Chrom: You see? And it's not just you, Avatar. It's everyone like you. I know going out there exposes me to danger, and I haven't always been careful. But it's a risk I'm willing to take in order to connect with the people. To forge bonds.
  • Avatar: Bonds? Between who?
  • Chrom: You and me. Me and the others. The villagers we've met, the world we've seen... Such bonds are the true strength of this army. Without them, we're lost. Others may disagree, but that's one benefit of leadership: I make the final call.
  • Avatar: It's hard to argue when you use me as your example. But at least let me come with you.
  • Chrom: So you can watch my back?
  • Avatar: That's part of it, yes. But I also want to be there when you find the next me, face down in the field. I want to help you make this army stronger. I want to help you forge new bonds.

With Female AvatarEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Chrom: Finished training for today, Avatar?
  • Avatar: With combat practice, yes. But I thought I might review a few battle histories...
  • Chrom: You should relax a bit. Put your feet up. Experienced soldiers rest when they can. On a campaign like this, you never know when the next battle might break out.
  • Avatar: Heh, so I've noticed. With all that's happened recently, we've barely had time to even eat.
  • Chrom: It's been a tough road, to be sure. And it's only going to get harder.
  • Avatar: I do try and rest when I can, though. A lady needs her beauty sleep, after all.
  • Chrom: Er...
  • Avatar: ...What? Did I say something?
  • Chrom: Er, no... No, it's nothing. It's just that... Well, I just didn't consider you the type to care after beauty and such... I suppose I've never really thought of you as a lady.
  • Avatar: Excuse me?!
  • Chrom: No! I mean—I didn't mean—not like that! That is to say, a "lady," per se... Er... You know, how you fight and strategize, and... Not to say a lady can't fight, but... Gods, this is coming out all wrong.
  • Avatar: My goodness, Chrom. You're the scion of a noble family, aren't you? Didn't they teach you manners at your fancy schools growing up?
  • Chrom: Oh, gods, yes. Of course they did. We spent a whole term on etiquette.
  • Avatar: Perhaps you could use another term, this time on how to talk with a lady.
  • Chrom: It's just my image of a lady is someone so prim and proper...perfumed, and pretty... Nothing like you at all! When I look at you, I just don't see a "lady." Does that— ...Er, Avatar? What... What are you doing with that rock?
  • Avatar: I'm thinking a sharp blow to the head might help fix your eyesight.
  • Chrom: N-no, wait! It was just a joke! Ha ha...ha? ...Gotta go!
  • Avatar: I don't believe it. The little craven actually ran away! What kind of manners... Sheesh... Oh, well. Perhaps it's only fair. It's not like I think of him as a gentleman, let alone some fancy noble.

B SupportEdit

  • Chrom: Hey, Avatar? ...Avatar! Are you in here?! Avatar! ...HELLO? I HAVE A QUESTION ABOUT OUR NEXT MOVE!
  • Avatar: Chrom?! I-is that you? Er, if you could just wait outside, I'll just be a moment...
  • Chrom: What? Come on in? ...Gods, why is it so steamy in here? Did someone leave—
  • Avatar: KYAAAAAAAAAAAA!
  • Chrom: Ah, there you are. I can hardly see a thing through all this blasted steam... Anyway, I wanted to consult with you on tomorrow's march. You see... ...... Er, is there any special reason you aren't wearing any clothing?
  • Avatar: Chrom? Rather than stand there like a slack-jawed village idiot... PERHAPS YOU COULD WAIT OUTSIDE LIKE I ASKED?!
  • Chrom: But, I... You... Oh gods, I'm SO sorry! I didn't mean to! That is to say—
  • Avatar: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUT!
  • Chrom: R-right! Absolutely! Straightaway! I'll, er, wait outside the tent.
  • (Scene transition)
  • Avatar: All right, you! What sort of idiot blunders straight into the women's bathing tent?!
  • Chrom: I'm sorry! Very, very sorry! I misheard you, I swear it. I had no intention of peeping!
  • Avatar: *Sigh* ...Just... Fine. Apology accepted. Now what was so damned important?
  • Chrom: Oh, er. I was hoping you could offer some advice on tomorrow's route.
  • Avatar: Fine. What are the options?
  • Chrom: Well, according to this map, one route is this steep trail through the hills. Or we could circle the hills and follow the main road across the plain. I imagine either would work but wanted to see if you had a preference.
  • Avatar: Hmm... I'd say the path through the hills. The main road would be easier, but we'd be more exposed if we encountered foes.
  • Chrom: Right... That's what I was thinking. Thanks for the advice. And, er... Yes! Well, that's it, I guess! So...yes. Bye.
  • Avatar: Good-bye.
  • Chrom: ...And Avatar? I'm really sorry about the bath thing. I honestly didn't mean to catch you like that.
  • Avatar: It's fine. Water under the bridge. Let's forget about it and move on.
  • Chrom: Er, right. Yes. Good idea. So! I'll catch you later? Argh, no! I mean, I'll SEE you later! ...ARGH! NO! I mean... Good-bye!

A SupportEdit

  • Chrom: I feel so awkward around Avatar. Ever since that bathing tent run-in... *sigh* Whenever I end up alone with her, I'm just frozen in embarrassment. Argh, what should I do? I've never had this problem before. ...Ah, I know: a bath! Yes, perhaps a nice hot bath is just the thing for my nerves... I'll have a soak and then find Avatar for a relaxed conversation, like always.
  • Avatar: Let's see... The lances and axes are kept around here somewhere... I'll just take a quick inventory and see if any need repairs or replacing... Somewhere...around here... Ah, here—the arms storage tent, I presume? All right then, I'll just head in and— AAAAAAGGGGGGHHH!
  • Chrom: Avatar?! Where'd you come from?
  • Avatar: KYAAAAAAAAAAAA!
  • Chrom: Blazes, what are YOU screaming for? If anyone should be screaming it's me, isn't it? You aren't supp—OUCH! Ow! Stop it! Stop throwing things! Hey, that's sharp! Don't—YEOWCH!
  • Avatar: ARGH! Have you NO shame?! Noble or not, you should AT LEAST wear a towel when you address a lady!
  • Chrom: B-but, you—OW!—you were the one who walked in on me!
  • (Scene transition)
  • Avatar: ...I... I'm sorry, Chrom.
  • Chrom: Are we done throwing things?
  • Avatar: I think. ...I don't know what happened. Something just snapped and...
  • Chrom: Well, no harm done. The gods' justice, perhaps, for my earlier blunder! Ha ha!
  • Avatar: Well, anyway, thanks for being so good natured about it all. I feel terrible about that soap dish. How's your ear doing?
  • Chrom: Better. It still stings a little, but better. In any case, look on the bright side: we've seen each other naked now, right? So I guess we've got nothing left to hide. In a way, we're closer than ever.
  • Avatar: Not the most appropriate way for a man and woman to get to know each other... But... I suppose as long as nobody else knows...
  • Chrom: Ha ha! It's like we're partners in crime sharing an unsavory past! Anything that brings us closer will make us stronger on the battlefield. Just you wait.
  • Avatar: Partners in crime? Heh heh, I like the thought of that. Well, partner, your secret's safe with me...

S SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Chrom! Just the man I wanted to see. We need to talk.
  • Chrom: *Gulp* Avatar?!
  • Avatar: It's about the route you drew up for tomorrow's march. I was looking at the map and I noticed... Chrom? Are you listening to me?
  • Chrom: Er, oh. Of course! ...Actually, no. I kind of had something to...do.
  • Avatar: Chrom, you're acting very strange. Are you hiding something from me?
  • Chrom: H-hide? You mean, HIDE hide? Oh, gods, no! N-nothing at all... Nope.
  • Avatar: Then why are you fidgeting like you've got a squirrel in your pantaloons?
  • Chrom: I-I'm not fidgeting! I'm perfectly relaxed. ...And, er, normal.
  • Avatar: And refusing to meet my eye? Listen, Chrom. Didn't you say that we're close friends, with no secrets between us? Didn't you mean that?
  • Chrom: N-no! I mean, yes! I mean... I swear, it's not like that!
  • Avatar: *Sigh* I know you've been avoiding me recently. And I'd like to know why, Chrom. I think I deserve an explanation. Please. I can't go on pretending there's nothing wrong. Do you dislike my company now?
  • Chrom: D-dislike you?! Egads, Avatar, of course I don't dislike you! Nothing could be further from the truth.
  • Avatar: Then why are you avoiding me?
  • Chrom: Er...
  • Avatar: Chrom?
  • Chrom: D-don't look at me like that... It's just that...we've been fighting a lot together. We're always side by side. At first, I thought of you as an ally, then a comrade, and finally a friend. I've felt the bonds of trust grow between us, stronger and stronger. And then I realized...you were more than just a friend.
  • Avatar: ...What do you mean?
  • Chrom: I mean I care about you, Avatar. As a man, and you as a woman.
  • Avatar: Chrom, we can't possibly—
  • Chrom: Wait, please! You've made me come this far, and now I'm going to say my piece.
  • Avatar: ...But when you're worked up like this, you might say something you regret.
  • Chrom: I don't care! I've tried to keep this bottled up, and I can't do it anymore. I'm going to tell you how I feel, even if your head explodes in embarrassment.
  • Avatar: O-kay?
  • Chrom: All right, deep breath... FHOOOOOO! ...Hold...and out... HAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Once more... FHOOOOOOOOO! Holding...holding...and out... HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Right, I'm set now. Here goes. Prepare yourself, because I'm going to say it!
  • Avatar: ...Then say it already!
  • Chrom: Avatar... I'm in love with you.
  • Avatar: ...Oh.
  • Chrom: I have been from the very first moment I laid eyes on you. I just didn't realize it until the last little while.
  • Avatar: ......
  • Chrom: Look, I know this is sudden and I'm coming on like a wyvern in heat. But I'm not trying to force you into a decision, believe me. Whatever your answer, I shall abide by it—no matter how painful. And come what may, we'll always be friends. That I promise.
  • Avatar: This is... I'm sorry, Chrom, but this is impossible. The general and his chief tactician? It just... It wouldn't be right. Our first responsibility must be to the soldiers we lead, not to each other. You understand that, don't you?
  • Chrom: Yes, I do.
  • Avatar: But someday this war will end. We'll emerge victorious and bring peace back to the world. And when that happens, we'll be free to follow our hearts.
  • Chrom: ...OUR hearts?
  • Avatar: Yes...because I love you as well.
  • Chrom: You do? But that's...but that's... Wonderful! Ah ha ha ha! This is the best day of my life! Avatar...listen to me...
  • Chrom: You are the wind at my back, and the sword at my side. Together, my love, we shall build a peaceful world, just you and me.

Special DialogueEdit

Triggered automatically at the conclusion of Chapter 11 if Chrom's highest Support value is with the Avatar and neither are already married.
  • Chrom: Avatar...
  • Avatar: What's wrong, Chrom? You look so serious.
  • Chrom: I... I think I owe you an apology. This wasn't your war to fight.
  • Avatar: But I chose to fight it.
  • Chrom: All I've been thinking about is stopping Gangrel, no matter the cost. Even my own life would not have been too high a price to pay.
  • Avatar: It would have been for us! ...And for me.
  • Chrom: I've been thinking a lot lately, about everything. And about you, Avatar. In many ways, you're the best fighter I've ever known...and the best friend. You are a special woman, and I... I wonder if you think of me as more than your leader?
  • Avatar: I think of you as a great man, and...dear to my heart.
  • Chrom: I never want to let you go, Avatar. Does that make me selfish?
  • Avatar: If so, then let me be selfish, too. I would be with you, always.
  • Chrom: ......
  • Avatar: ......
  • Chrom: Avatar?
  • Avatar: Yes, Chrom?
  • Chrom: We met under unusual circumstances, but lives have been made from far less. My sister always followed her heart, so now I'm going to follow mine... What I want to ask you... Well, what I mean is... Will you marry me?
  • Avatar: ...Yes.
  • Chrom: Ha ha! With a word you've made me the happiest man in all the realm! Now I'll need to ask for a bit of patience for the near future... My first duty must be to heal the scars of war and assume my role for the people. But then, we can begin our life together.
  • Avatar: That's all right. I'm a tactician, remember? I'll figure something out.
  • Chrom: Thank you.
  • Avatar: I can't help but think back to the day we first met... Strange, isn't it, the way fate brought us together? I am a lucky woman to have met you, and luckier still now.
  • Chrom: I know together we can bring joy back to the royal palace. I'll do everything I can to make the castle a happy home for us...my love.
  • Avatar: My love.

With LissaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Lissa: *Siiiiiiiiiigh*
  • Chrom: Well, that was a big one.
  • Lissa: Oh! Chrom!
  • Chrom: Something on your mind? Or are you just sighing for the sheer joy of it?
  • Lissa: Well, it's just... Do I... Do I seem like a princess to you?
  • Chrom: Er, how's that?
  • Lissa: I'm asking if I seem like a princess!
  • Chrom: If you aren't, you owe us some rent for your room in the castle...
  • Lissa: Oh, hardy har! That's not what I mean and you know it. I'm asking if you think I live up to my station.
  • Chrom: What brought this on?
  • Lissa: When I compare myself to you and Emmeryn, I... I feel like dead weight.
  • Chrom: What a stupid thing to say.
  • Lissa: Hey!
  • Chrom: Well? It's the truth. You're fine just how you are, Lissa. Give yourself a little credit. I'll see you later.
  • Lissa: What? Hey! Don't give me a lazy answer and then run away! I hope you trip and break your nose, jerkface! ...Okay, that last bit may not have been the most princess-like.

B SupportEdit

  • Lissa: All right. The coast is clear.
  • Chrom: Lissa?
  • Lissa: Ack! B-brother! Hey there! How are...things...with the war?
  • Chrom: Where are you going?
  • Lissa: Oh, the weather's just SO lovely, so I thought I'd take a little stroll and—
  • Chrom: It's raining.
  • Lissa: IS IT? Oh, fiddle dee dee! It was sunny just a moment—
  • Chrom: It's been raining for three days.
  • Lissa: Urk...
  • Chrom: All right, fess up: Where do you keeping running off to lately?
  • Lissa: Me? Run off? Ha ha! You're crazy, Chrom. Stop being crazy.
  • Chrom: Avatar has also been asking about you. ...About how you knew so much regarding the enemy's formation in that last battle. Please don't tell me you've been scouting all by yourself, Lissa.
  • Lissa: ...So it'd be okay if I didn't tell you?
  • Chrom: You fool! What would have done if they'd caught you?!
  • Lissa: I... I didn't... I don't know! I just knew I had to do something to help! It's my duty as princess to fight and—
  • Chrom: And what?! To become a high-ranking hostage?! To be tortured for information?! And gods, are you REALLY still on about this princess stuff?!
  • Lissa: You wouldn't understand! You don't know what it's like to be your and Emmeryn's little sister!
  • Chrom: ...Look. If you want a mission so badly, I'll give you one: Go ask everyone in camp how you can be a better princess.
  • Lissa: What?
  • Chrom: It doesn't have to be today, but do it. ...And yes, that's an order.
  • Lissa: Oh, for the... All right. Fine...

A SupportEdit

  • Chrom: How goes the mission I gave you, Lissa?
  • Lissa: It's over. I talked to everyone. I asked them all how I could be a better princess, just like you asked.
  • Chrom: And what did they say?
  • Lissa: A dozen different things! Some guy said I should be more calm and stop throwing tantrums. Another person said I should stop being so picky about what I eat, which was weird. Oh, and a certain someone told me to stick my pinky out when I drink tea. Ugh!
  • Chrom: And the most common response?
  • Lissa: What do you mean?
  • Chrom: Surely some people had the same advice, right? What did you hear the most?
  • Lissa: Um... Well, there were a whole lot of people who said "nothing".
  • Chrom: So there you have it.
  • Lissa: There I have what?
  • Chrom: I told you you're fine just as you are, didn't I? And the people agree!
  • Lissa: Yeah, but... I still don't feel like I'm contributing anything.
  • Chrom: When you approached people, how did they react? And I mean before you said anything. I'd bet good coin they all smiled at you. ...Right?
  • Lissa: What? No, they... Hmm... Yeah, I guess they did.
  • Chrom: You make people happy, Lissa. You motivate and inspire them just by your presence. I might instill confidence, but I don't make them happy. And neither would Emmeryn.
  • Lissa: You think so?
  • Chrom: I KNOW so. And believe me, that talent is more useful than you'd think. Everyone else knows it, too. That's why they told you not to change a thing. So if you won't trust my opinion, how about theirs? You're their princess, after all.
  • Lissa: N-no, I trust them. I do, but...
  • Chrom: Then stop worrying! You're going to be a princess all your life. That's plenty of time to figure it out. Just be yourself and the rest will come naturally.
  • Lissa: ...Huh. That actually makes sense. Thanks, Chrom.

With FrederickEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Frederick: I've completed my patrol of the encampment, milord. All appears to be in order. I found no sign of the enemy nearby. I believe we are safe here for the night.
  • Chrom: Good to hear. Thank you, Frederick.
  • Frederick: While on my rounds, I took it upon myself to inspect our weaponry as well. I've placed any items that showed exceptional wear outside your pavilion. Be your choice to sell or repair them, sire, I recommend swift action.
  • Chrom: ...Oh. Well, you HAVE been busy... Your work ethic always impresses, Frederick. I almost feel lazy by comparison.
  • Frederick: Nonsense. I've done nothing more than my duty as a knight of Ylisse. Oh, and beg pardon, milord, but I noticed you often cause a ruckus when training. With that in mind, I reinforced the tents near any open areas you're like to use.
  • Chrom: Er, yes. I see. Sorry for the trouble.
  • Frederick: No trouble at all, milord. Happy to help. ...Also, with the nights growing colder, I procured blankets from a nearby village. I've readied a variety of colors so you might pick that which best suits you. If I may be so bold, sire, peach would seem to best flatter your complexion. But perhaps blue. Just to be safe? Yes, that's best. Blue it is! Here you are, milord. And two sets of spares, just in case.
  • Chrom: Frederick, do you never tire?
  • Frederick: Of course not, milord. I am here to serve. Ah, and one final thing: I've taken measures to raise troop numbers and morale. I had an artisan create posters emblazoned with your noble image. It's milord in a bold pose—naked, save a scale in one hand and a sword in the other. And at your feet, I scrawled our new recruiting motto: "Chrom Wants You!" I had them pinned inside each and every tent. Surely the troops will be thrilled to rally behind their common leader, milord.
  • Chrom: ...Wait. You did what?! In whose... You hung this pict... In EVERYONE'S tent?!
  • Frederick: No need for thanks, milord. Merely doing my duty. And that concludes my report. Rest well, sire!
  • Chrom: F-Frederick! Wait! We really need to...talk. ...Oh, gods. I've got to tear those posters down before anyone sees them!

B SupportEdit

  • Frederick: My deepest apologies, milord. Had I known you'd run from tent to tent rending the posters, I never would have—
  • Chrom: Gods, I've never been more embarrassed in all my days! My sister nearly pulled a muscle laughing! Listen, Frederick. We need to talk. I know everything you do is for my sake, and I appreciate it. But it's... Well, at times, it's a little extreme. And other times it's damn near traumatic! I'm a grown man, Frederick, and I'm capable of taking care of myself.
  • Frederick: 'Tis not my place to doubt your capability, milord, but I've duties as a knight. If anything were to happen to you or Lissa, I couldn't... I don't know if I could stand it.
  • Chrom: But you do see the difference between being a knight and being a nanny?
  • Frederick: ...I'm sorry, milord, but I would risk your embarrassment rather than forsake my duty.
  • Chrom: ...Fine! Fine. Let's try this again. Let's pretend you're "milord", and I'm your loyal knight. Now, let's say you sneeze. Just one little sneeze... Suddenly I come dashing up to you with blanket and tea in hand! Or, let's imagine you make an off-hand remark about how fish sounds good... And I ride across two mountains to a freezing river to secure dinner! Or, heavens preserve us, let's suppose you look tired, or perhaps even yawn... So I bring a parade of increasingly arcane herbal cures to your tent for the next hour! How would that make you feel?
  • Frederick: Milord, I... I would be enraged, milord. And humiliated.
  • Chrom: You see? At some point, such assistance becomes a burden. I respect your sense of duty as a knight, but you must be sane about it! You waste too much time and energy on my sister and myself, and it saddens us. If you want to make us happy, take some time for yourself. Relax! Enjoy your life!
  • Frederick: ...Is that an order, sire?
  • Chrom: *Sigh* If it was, I've no doubt you would obey without question. But that would defeat the point. It's not an order, Frederick. It's a request. ...From one friend to another.
  • Frederick: Milord... Very well. If it is your wish, I shall limit my actions to a bare minimum. I apologize for any trouble my efforts may have caused until now.
  • Chrom: Thanks for understanding. And for your dedication.
  • Frederick: It is my pleasure to serve, milord. Er, that is...within reason.

A SupportEdit

  • Frederick: ...And that concludes today's report, milord.
  • Chrom: All right. Thank you, Frederick.
  • Frederick: *Sigh*
  • Chrom: Now there's something I never expected to hear. Is everything all right, Frederick?
  • Frederick: Oh! M-my apologies, sire! I did not mean for you to hear that.
  • Chrom: It's fine, but are you all right? You're not coming down with something, are you?
  • Frederick: Not at all, milord. I'm the picture of health.
  • Chrom: Then why have you seemed so exhausted lately? You looked pale as a sheet this morning! I thought a Risen had entered our camp. The other Shepherds are worried as well. Is something the matter?
  • Frederick: Milord, I apologize again. I'm just... You see... I feel I've been of no use to either you or Lissa of late...
  • Chrom: Hmm? What was that? You're mumbling.
  • Frederick: N-nothing, milord! It's nothing. Perhaps I simply need a bit of sleep.
  • Chrom: Then go rest! And if there's anything bothering you, come tell me straightaway. Oh, but before you go... Thank you for patching the holes in everyone's tents. I know mine is a lot more comfortable without that blasted draft.
  • Frederick: But milord, I... How did you know?
  • Chrom: Who else would fix a tiny detail like that after a long day of battle?! So again, my friend, thank you. From everyone. There are days I think this entire army would fall apart if not for you.
  • Frederick: Milord, I... I don't know what to say. Your praise is the highest honor!
  • Chrom: Ha ha! It's just the truth, Frederick. That's all. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go speak with Avatar.
  • Frederick: Yes, of course. Avatar's tent is...that way, wasn't it? I'll get started straightaway, milord!
  • Chrom: Get started... Are you clearing the gravel?! Frederick, what in the world are you doing?!
  • Frederick: It wouldn't do to have you trip and hurt yourself, sire! Surely you see... ...Ah! Are you worried you could trip over ME, then? Of course. Not to worry, sire! I have a plan that will let me clear the path well ahead of you.
  • Chrom: Um... Frederick?
  • Frederick: Is something amiss, milord? Ah, of course. The reeds are a hazard as well. I'll just pluck them here...
  • Chrom: That's...not what I was going to say.
  • Frederick: So careless of me, sire! I'll have the devils uprooted in just a moment!
  • Chrom: Oh, for the love of...
  • Frederick: All clear, sire! You can trod through camp without worry or delay!
  • Chrom: (Is this his idea of keeping things to a minimum?) Still, I suppose if it keeps him happy...
  • Frederick: Mmm? Did you say something, milord?!
  • Chrom: Er... Frederick?! For the love of the gods! I have a meeting with Avatar!
  • Frederick: Oh, yes, here he/she is now. Hello, Avatar. Do pardon the intrusion.
  • Chrom: Frederick! We don't need you to... You can dust later! And actually, you don't need to dust Avatar at all, Frederick! ...FREDERICK!

With SullyEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Chrom: Hmm? Oh, hey, Sully.
  • Sully: Hello, Chrom.
  • Chrom: Are you here alone? I thought you'd be with Lissa and the rest of the women.
  • Sully: Why, so I can make dinner for all the brave men? Nuts to that. I'll tend the fire.
  • Chrom: That seems like a lot of hard work for one person.
  • Sully: Would you rather I cook? Or sew? No thanks. I hate all that crap.
  • Chrom: Huh. Well, I guess I understand. You don't seem like much of a... Er...
  • Sully: What? A lady? Go ahead. Say it. No sweat off my thighs.
  • Chrom: Okay then! I guess everyone has their own special talents. Say, I can't really cook or sew either. I can at least help you with the fire?
  • Sully: Har! You're all right, Chrom.

B SupportEdit

  • Chrom: Oh, hey, Sully.
  • Sully: Hello, Chrom.
  • Chrom: Where are you taking all that equipment? Would you like some help?
  • Sully: Pfft! This is nothing. I'm just trying to clean up around this craphole.
  • Chrom: It seems like every time I see you, you're working like there's no tomorrow. Just try not to overdo it, all right? It's not worth it if you wear yourself out.
  • Sully: Wear myself out? Har! That's the point, Chrom. This is part of my training regimen.
  • Chrom: You're training to...clean a tent?
  • Sully: Gods, but you're dense. I'm training my MUSCLES! Lugging stuff builds pure strength a hell of a lot faster than sparring. Also helps with balance and coordination. You know. All that crap.
  • Chrom: Oh. I guess that makes sense. Plus the tent gets clean!
  • Sully: Yeah, I've always been efficient like that. Any chance to train is a chance I'll take.
  • Chrom: I bet you've built up some real strength. How about a little demonstration?
  • Sully: Har! Come at me, little man. Just don't start crying when I wipe the floor with you.

A SupportEdit

  • Chrom: Gnya! Yah!
  • Sully: HURAAAAAGH! GRAAAAGH!
  • Chrom: *Huff, huff* Haaaa... I'm...impressed, Sully. ...Whew! There's more force behind your strikes than ever. It's like trying to fend off a bear.
  • Sully: *Huff, huff* Har... Thanks, Chrom. That means something, coming from you. Your defense is rock solid. It's like sparring with a damn wall. Guess you haven't been slacking either.
  • Chrom: I was always taught that the best shortcut is the one you never take. Nothing for it but to put in the hours.
  • Sully: Har! I remember that speech! Damn, that brings me back...
  • Chrom: You remember playing bandit king? How we used to wallop each other with sticks?
  • Sully: How much things have changed...and how much they haven't, har! But yeah, we played rough back then. Boys and girls alike. Remember how we used to sneak out of town to climb trees in the woods? Those were some damn good times...
  • Chrom: Yes, we've come a long way, Sully, and yet we're still evenly matched.
  • Sully: Damn straight! No way I'm letting some cheese-eating royal leave me in the dust. That's half the reason I train, you know? So you won't have the satisfaction.
  • Chrom: Sully? I hope you never change. You're the only woman I can still do this with. You know that?
  • Sully: That's because the other women decided to become a bunch of damn LADIES. Aw, hell. Some days I wonder if maybe I...
  • Chrom: Oh no you don't. You're perfect, just the way you are. I wouldn't change a thing, at least. We can spar. We can speak as equals. It's one small part of my past that's unchanged, and...it anchors me.
  • Sully: ...Are you messing with me? Well, hell, Chrom. If it works for you, I won't go changing for anybody else.
  • Chrom: Good. See that you don't. ...That's an order.
  • Sully: Pfft. Like I'd ever listen to you.

S SupportEdit

  • Sully: Oh, Chrom! There you are.
  • Chrom: What is it, Sully? Are you ready for another round of sparring?
  • Sully: No. Not today, anyway.
  • Chrom: Oh, all right. So what did you need?
  • Sully: Look, you remember the other day when you said I was part of your past? You said I anchor you, and um... What did you mean by that?
  • Chrom: What did I mean? Er. I guess... I don't know. I guess I just said what I was thinking without really...thinking. I don't want you to change for anyone, Sully. I want you to always be yourself. Sorry, I know that's pretty vague.
  • Sully: No, it's good enough. You just... You accept me for who I am.
  • Chrom: Yes, of course.
  • Sully: But that's only because you see me as the same damn tomboy you knew as a kid! Other girls all went and became LADIES, but good ol' Sully's still one of the guys!
  • Chrom: But I thought you liked being treated like one of the guys?
  • Sully: Gods bless it, no! I'm not! I'm a woman, too, dammit! Yeah, maybe I can't cook, or clean, and I burn all the laundry, but...
  • Chrom: Sully, what do you want to say?
  • Sully: Rragh! I'm just... I don't... I like you. You know? Like...that. Like a girl...likes a guy?
  • Chrom: ...Oh.
  • Sully: So, um, yeah. As a guy, do you think you might...feel the same? Maybe...forever?
  • Chrom: Are you... Are you proposing to me?
  • Sully: GAH! D-do you have to just come out and say it like that?! I've never asked anything like this before in my life, Chrom. You're killing me here!
  • Chrom: I just had to be sure we were thinking the same thing. The answer is yes, Sully. Yes!
  • Sully: What?!
  • Chrom: You're offering to be with me, right? I'd be lying if I didn't say you feel like one of the guys sometimes, but so what? That just means we're more similar than most couples. It's hardly a bad thing.
  • Sully: But I'm NOT a guy, you bastard! I'm asking you as a woman!
  • Chrom: I know! I get it! And I'm saying yes as a man.
  • Sully: R-really? Just like that?
  • Chrom: It's all right for a woman to have skill in battle, you know? And last I checked, there's no law requiring laundry skills in order to marry. I care about you, Sully. I care about you a very great deal. I always have... I just hope you know what you're getting into. Carrying a nation on your shoulders is a massive responsibility. Half of that would fall on you. Are you sure it's a load you want to bear?
  • Sully: Are you joking? Have you seen my shoulders? Anyone gives you trouble, Chrom, you just send 'em over to me.
  • Chrom: Now that's the kind of rock-solid support a ruler needs! And so I pledge my support in return. For this day, and every day to come. ...Here. This is for you.
  • Sully: Holy crap! A signet ring from the royal house of Ylisse! I don't know, Chrom. It looks so...extravagant.
  • Chrom: My parents had it made for me when I was born. I've always kept it close, and I see no reason to change that now. The only difference is that it will now be attached to an even greater treasure.
  • Sully: Chrom, it's... It's beautiful. Thank you.
  • Chrom: Ha! Now I'm the one blushing. I suppose we'll have to get used to this. Good thing we have the rest of our lives.
  • Sully: I may be your anchor, but right now I could just fly away! I... I love you, Chrom. I think I always have.

Special DialogueEdit

Triggered automatically at the conclusion of Chapter 11 if Chrom's highest Support value is with Sully and neither are already married.
  • Sully: Ho, Captain! You hurt? I was concerned.
  • Chrom: No, I'm fine, Sully. I just... Wait. You were...concerned?
  • Sully: Yes, you arse-head! Concerned! I have a mouth of filth, not a heart of stone!
  • Chrom: Ha ha! Same old Sully... You know, sometimes I forget... You've always been there for me. You've been fighting at my side for years, you know?
  • Sully: Of course I know! I was there, remember?!
  • Chrom: Hold on, Sully, I'm being serious. Just listen for a moment. You've been coming to my rescue for as long as the Shepherds have existed. And I've needed a lot of rescuing...
  • Sully: You dolt, don't you know that's because I... *Ahem* I mean, it's my duty, sir. But you sell yourself short, Captain. Most men would collapse rather than suffer through a fraction of what you've been through. But you shoulder it alone, and without complain. You're a damn good man! You're...amazing.
  • Chrom: ......
  • Sully: ......
  • Chrom: Sully, what you said just now...
  • Sully: The arse-head bit?
  • Chrom: *Sigh* No, after that—about how I go it alone. I don't want to anymore, Sully. I want to have a partner to share it with, the good and the bad, all of it. My sister always followed her heart, so now I'm going to follow mine... Sully...will you marry me?
  • Sully: ...Har har har! Oh, that's rich, Captain! Damn, you sure know how to... Um, how to... Oh, crap. You're serious, aren't you?
  • Chrom: Perhaps this might answer your question?
  • Sully: A-a ring?! But this bears the Ylissean crest! You shouldn't—
  • Chrom: My parents had it made to celebrate my birth. They wanted me to give it to the woman I would spend my life with. Take it. Take it and know I will fight with you and for you until my last breath.
  • Sully: This is... Oh, Chrom. I can't friggin' believe this!
  • Chrom: I'll need to ask for a bit of patience for the near future... My first duty must be to heal the scars of war and assume my role for the people. But then, we can begin our life together.
  • Sully: Oh, I'm not going ANYWHERE! ...It's funny. I've known you so long, we're practically one mind. But I didn't see this coming at all. I feel...happy. Happy beyond belief. What have you done to me, you damned son of a griffon?!
  • Chrom: I know together we can bring joy back to the royal palace. I'll do everything I can to make the castle a happy home for us...my love.
  • Sully: Okay, THAT'S going to take some getting used to.

With VaikeEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Chrom: All right, everyone! Let's pair off and try some one-on-one sparring.
  • Vaike: Oh-hoh! You ready to take on Teach, Chrom?
  • Chrom: Vaike, maybe we should find new partners. Just to keep things fresh.
  • Vaike: Pshaw! We're rivals. We have to fight! Ya can't turn your back on fate! ...Plus, I was really close to beatin' ya last time. Really, REALLY close.
  • Chrom: Er, right. If you say so. But still, I think we should—
  • Vaike: No, it's fine. I know what you're doing. You're trying to psyche me out!
  • Chrom: Oh, come on! If we don't mix it up, we'll never keep ourselves sharp.
  • Vaike: ...Oh, I see. Not enough suspense for ya, is that it? Then let's spice it up with a little wager! Everything we own—winner takes all!
  • Chrom: ...Vaike? We're training for war. I can't very well gamble with the royal treasury.
  • Vaike: Fine, fine! No gold. But how about this... The loser has to sneak up behind Frederick and pull down his pantaloons!
  • Chrom: ...Are you mad? Frederick would chop you up like firewood! And then make a fire!
  • Vaike: What's this now? Is someone...chicken? Ba-KAWK bawk bawk bawk bawk—
  • Chrom: Oh, ALL RIGHT! I'll spar with you! ...Just stop that ridiculous clucking.
  • Vaike: Har har! Yes! Now Chrom's got a full head of steam! Show 'ol Teach what ya got!

B SupportEdit

  • Vaike: It's fightin' time, Chrom!
  • Chrom: Very well. But on one condition...
  • Vaike: Condition? It's not like you to ask for a handicap...
  • Chrom: Nothing of the sort, Vaike. It's just that... Well, Lissa was pretty upset after our last duel. Poor girl was crying her eyes out. She said we were taking our sparring much too seriously. She made me promise to go easy and fight safe so neither of us gets hurt.
  • Vaike: Har har har! Yeah, that last clash was a real doozy. Good times, good times... But, uh, listen, Chrom. You're gonna have to explain this "fight safe" concept to me.
  • Chrom: I've been pondering that myself. Perhaps we could decide the winner...with a coin flip?
  • Vaike: Good gods, no! I don't want lady luck pickin' the winner. Not between us, anyway. ...Hey, I got it! What say you and me have a good old-fashioned cooking contest?! You make something, I make something, and we'll see who comes out on top.
  • Chrom: Er, well, I suppose... Though I was seldom allowed in the castle kitchens growing up...
  • Vaike: Ah, you're right. Cookin' against royalty'd be like spearin' fish in a barrel. If I can't beat ya with honor, I got no interest in beatin' ya.
  • Chrom: Hold on now! ...I didn't say no. I've roasted my share of campfire boar and have heard no complaints...
  • Vaike: Har har! Then a cook-off it is! Get ready to taste my victory!

A SupportEdit

  • Chrom: Ready for another duel, Vaike?
  • Vaike: Naw, I'm bored with beating ya. We should fight other people.
  • Chrom: Wait. When exactly did you beat me?
  • Vaike: Hel-LO?! Remember the cookin' contest? Ol' Teach won that fair and square!
  • Chrom: How do you figure? When you ate my dish, you fell backward off the chair and passed out. that made me the winner by knockout! ...Or are you denying you collapsed?
  • Vaike: Kn-knockout?! You almost killed me with that slop you called goulash! I spent a week scrubbing the taste off my tongue! ...Look! Itsh shtill hurthz!
  • Chrom: You didn't say we had to make the BEST dish. You just said it was a cooking contest.
  • Vaike: B-but the whole point of a cooking contest is... Aw, forget it! Good gods, you really do hate losing, don't you?
  • Chrom: And you don't?
  • Vaike: ...Har har, yeah, I suppose you're right. We're birds of a feather, you and me. We love to compete. ...AND to win!
  • Chrom: Well then? Are you ready for your fellow bird to knock you out of the sky?
  • Vaike: Har! Bring it on, little man!

With SumiaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Sumia: Oh! There you are!
  • Chrom: Hello, Sumia. Did you need something?
  • Sumia: Um, no. Avatar is just looking for you.
  • Chrom: Oh, right. The strategy meeting. Poor Avatar does love to... AAAAAAARGH!
  • Sumia: Chrom! Are you all right?!
  • Chrom: Y-yes, I'm fine. I just tripped on a pebble. Gods, how embarrassing.
  • Sumia: It's because you're so exhausted! You've been working too hard lately.
  • Chrom: I'm fine, Sumia. And besides, we're all tired. Such endless fighting wears on everyone.
  • Sumia: Chrom, you've no need to don a brave face for my sake. You carry twice the burden of anyone. It's only natural you're exhausted.
  • Chrom: Heh. You're kind to say so. But in truth, everyone looks to their commander for inspiration and strength. An army is only as stalwart as its leader. The instant I show weakness, we're through.
  • Sumia: It must be hard for you...
  • Chrom: I'll...be fine. And please, don't speak of this conversation to anyone. All right?
  • Sumia: N-no! Of course not! I would never—
  • Chrom: Ha ha! At ease, Sumia. And stop worrying so much! It'll take more than a few battles to bring this soldier to his knees.
  • Sumia: I know! You're the greatest warrior that I've ever... Huh. I just realized something.
  • Chrom: What is it?
  • Sumia: You trusted me with a secret! It's our first secret together!
  • Chrom: Um...yes, I suppose it is.
  • Sumia: Don't worry. My lips are sealed tighter than a bear trap. ...So long as you promise to take a nap before the strategy meeting!
  • Chrom: ...What?
  • Sumia: I'll just tell Avatar that you've been delayed.
  • Chrom: And if I don't agree to your terms?
  • Sumia: Then I'll tell everyone the mighty Chrom was bested by a mere pebble!
  • Chrom: That sounds like blackmail... Still, I suppose a short nap couldn't hurt.
  • Sumia: Ooh, it's so thrilling to be able to help out like this! Anyway, I'll leave you to it. Sweet dreams!
  • Chrom: That girl has a strange knack for getting her way...

B SupportEdit

  • Sumia: Chrom? Where are you? Hel-LOOOOO?
  • Chrom: ...I'm right here, Sumia.
  • Sumia: Oh! There you are. Um, so...here. I baked you a pie.
  • Chrom: Really? Well, this is a surprise. ...Mmm! It smells amazing!
  • Sumia: You've been working so hard recently. I thought you must be tired... My mother used to bake me rhubarb-and-fiddlehead pie, and it always perked me up.
  • Chrom: Rhubarb and...fiddleheads? No mutton? Or goat? ...Or bear? I usually prefer a bit of meat in my pies.
  • Sumia: Absolutely not! Meat is the last thing you need when your body's worn out! A stick of rhubarb will clear your bowels and get you right as rain in no time. That's what my mother used to say anyway—and she was always right!
  • Chrom: Heh. Old Nurse Nan used to say the same when I was young.
  • Sumia: See? They can't both be wrong. Now eat your pie while I go clean your smallclothes. I see quite a pile forming on the far side of your cot there! ...Well? Go on! Don't mind me now—just eat your pie!
  • Chrom: Er, well, if you insist. ...Gods, I HATE rhubarb. But if Sumia thinks it'll make me feel better, I suppose I should force it down... Mmm? Hey, this isn't bad... In fact, it's delicious! ...Well, that was about the best pie I've ever had.
  • Sumia: ...Hel-LOOOO? Chrom? I'm baaaaack! Oh, have you finished already?
  • Chrom: I did, and it was amazing! Usually rhubarb makes me queasy, but not this time! What's your secret?
  • Sumia: Oh, nothing special. Just a bit of spice here and a pinch of herb there... You can make something taste like anything if you know the tricks.
  • Chrom: Well, Sumia, I'm more than impressed. You're a true wizard of the kitchen.
  • Sumia: Oh, I'm so glad you liked it. Now then! How about a cup of elderberry tea?
  • Chrom: Hold on! You made me a pie, so I should be making YOU tea. Just let me boil some water here...
  • Sumia: Oh, Chrom... This is too much. Really. Hee hee! I knew he'd love the pie! Especially since it took me 15 tries to get it right...

A SupportEdit

  • Sumia: Chrom? Hel-LOOOOOO?!
  • Chrom: Oh, hey, Sumia.
  • Sumia: Look! I baked you another pie.
  • Chrom: Sumia, you are too much. Where do you find all the time and energy for this?
  • Sumia: Oh, it's nothing. Really! Hardly any trouble at all. Except for finding veggies. ...And griding flour. ...Oh, and kneading dough. But apart from THAT, it's easy as...well, pie! I like doing it. Really. Honest.
  • Chrom: Well, if you say so.
  • Sumia: Oh, I do say so! And today I made an extra big one so we can eat it together!
  • Chrom: A pie shared with friends is twice as tasty. Or so my old Nurse Nan said. ...Listen, Sumia. I'm... I'm sorry. About bringing you into all this, I mean. You deserve better than a battlefield, but right now that's where I need you.
  • Sumia: Oh, Chrom... It's an honor and a privilege to serve you. Besides, serving as a soldier isn't all bad. There are a lot of things I like about it.
  • Chrom: Truly? Like what?
  • Sumia: Well, the horses are fun!
  • Chrom: You mean the pegasus? Er, pegasuses? ...Pegasi?
  • Sumia: Those too! I just love swooping through the sky—it's so exhilarating. But I like looking after them even more. Combing manes, brushing teeth...
  • Chrom: You do spend a lot of time in the stables, now that I think about it.
  • Sumia: I do hate that they have to fight. When I see them in the thick of battle... I know we need them if we're to win this war. It can't be helped. But, it makes my heart ache every time I see a beautiful creature hurt.
  • Chrom: I don't know what to say, Sumia. Except to thank you again. Thank you for all the sacrifices you're making for my sake. I swear I will do everything in my power to end this war quickly. And I promise to build a peace that will endure for generations.
  • Sumia: I know you will, Chrom. And I'm going to help you do it!

S SupportEdit

  • Chrom: Sumia?
  • Sumia: Oh, hello, Chrom.
  • Chrom: I...I was looking for you. Have you been here long?
  • Sumia: Actually, I'd just finished baking a pie. I was about to go...look for you.
  • Chrom: I don't deserve more of your pies, Sumia. You're being too kind to me.
  • Sumia: Hee hee! Oh, not at all. I LIKE looking after you!
  • Chrom: Not as much as looking after the pegasi, I wager.
  • Sumia: No, not as much as... Wait! NO! I MUCH prefer looking after you!
  • Chrom: Listen, Sumia. I was looking for you because...I have a favor to ask.
  • Sumia: You don't have to ask for favors. I'll do anything your heart desires...
  • Chrom: Er, see, I was hoping... If you were willing... Maybe you might do me the honor... Um...
  • Sumia: Do you want more pies? Because I'll bake until my hands fall off!
  • Chrom: P-pies? No, er, what I'm trying to say is... I'm thinking of the rest of our lives and...
  • Sumia: You want pies every day until you die? Well, that's a tall order, but if you—
  • Chrom: This is not about pies! Just listen!
  • Sumia: ...Muh?
  • Chrom: S-sorry, Sumia. This isn't how I thought... Oh, I'm ruining this whole thing! What I want to ask is...will you grant me the honor of...being my wife?
  • Sumia: Chrom?! Are you...proposing?
  • Chrom: Yes! You've done so much for me... Your kindness has warmed my heart. And somewhere between the fifth and sixth pie I thought to myself... "Chrom, you must marry this woman and make her happy for the rest of her life!"
  • Sumia: I...I don't know what to say. But in truth, I've felt the same way since the very first pie...before that, even. I've known from the start that nothing made me happier than...being with you. But I never dreamed... Not in a thousand... I mean, me? Marry royalty?!
  • Chrom: You shall be the finest royal bride the realm has ever seen! Er, that is...if you consent?
  • Sumia: OF COURSE I'll marry you!
  • Chrom: No words ever rang as sweet! But now we must make it official. Will you wear this for me?
  • Sumia: B-but this ring bears the crest of the royal family of Ylisse! Are you sure I'm allowed to have such a treasure?
  • Chrom: This was crafted to commemorate my birth, and later given to me by my father. Since my earliest days I have planned to bestow it to the woman I would marry. It is yours now. A symbol of our everlasting love and affection.
  • Sumia: Oh, Chrom, I'm...I'm so honored. I will treasure it all of my days.
  • Chrom: Then our future is sure to be filled with happiness and pies, both!
  • Sumia: Oh, yes! We shall have pies morning, noon, and night! ...Er, but would you mind terribly if we hired a cook?

Special DialogueEdit

Triggered automatically at the conclusion of Chapter 11 if Chrom's highest Support value is with Sumia, and neither are already married.
  • Sumia: Captain!
  • Chrom: Sumia?
  • Sumia: Oh, Captain! You made it! You're safe!
  • Flavia: Hoo! Give these two some room!
  • Chrom: Sumia...you're...choking me...
  • Sumia: Are you hurt? Grazed, even? You look exhausted!
  • Lissa: Chrom?! Say something!
  • Chrom: I'm trying to!
  • Lissa: Uh-huh. Flavia? Avatar? Maybe we should...you know.
  • Flavia: Carry on, lovebirds.
  • (Flavia, Lissa and Avatar leave)
  • Chrom: Hey, are you—come on, don't cry.
  • Sumia: *Sniff* S-sorry! I just...
  • Chrom: No, don't apologize. I've been so worried about everyone else lately... My sister, our party, my people... It feels nice to have someone worry about me. Especially someone who I... I mean, someone so... So gifted with pegasi.
  • Sumia: You've been through so much.
  • Chrom: So many have suffered and died because of my actions. Next to my sister's legacy, I feel I'm already a disappointment...
  • Sumia: But that's not true! Everyone fought so hard for you! Why would we all do that for a man we didn't believe in?
  • Chrom: Heh. I see your point... Thanks, Sumia. You've always helped me see the...brighter side of things.
  • Sumia: To me, you're the brightest thing!
  • Chrom: ......
  • Sumia: ......
  • Chrom: Sumia...
  • Sumia: Y-yes?
  • Chrom: I'm far from a perfect man, and I know you can do better. But whenever you're close...you give me strength. So, what I want to ask is... Will you be my wife?
  • Sumia: YES! Yes, yes, oh yes!
  • Chrom: Oh, thank gods! I was worried for a second because... Well, anyway... This is for you.
  • Sumia: Y-your ring? But it bears the Ylissean crest! Chrom, I...I can't take this.
  • Chrom: Yes, you can. My parents had it made to celebrate my birth. They wanted me to give it to the woman I would spend my life with. Take it. Please. And know I will love you until the day I die.
  • Sumia: Capt—Chrom... Thank you. I swear I will return that love to you a hundredfold!
  • Chrom: Then I am a fortunate man. I'll need to ask for a bit of patience for the near future. My first duty must be to heal the scars of war and assume my role for the people. But then, we can begin our life together.
  • Sumia: I'll wait as long as it takes! I...I still hardly believe it. This is like a dream. So much pain surrounds us, and yet... I think this is the happiest day of my life.
  • Chrom: I feel the same way. I know together we can bring joy back to the royal palace. I'll do everything I can to make the castle a happy home for us...my love.
  • Sumia: My love.

With MaribelleEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Maribelle: Oh! Good day, milord.
  • Chrom: Hello, Maribelle. ...And just Chrom is fine, please.
  • Maribelle: A-are you here all alone? Goodness, but there's a chill in the air today! Would you care for a cup of tea?
  • Chrom: Well, I won't say no. ...Thank you. You're very kind.
  • Maribelle: Oh, please! For a noblewoman of Ylisse, serving royalty is a high honor!
  • Chrom: In times of peace, maybe. But this is war. Kings, nobles, and peasants alike are all just comrades-in-arms. So please, don't wear yourself out trying to look after me.
  • Maribelle: Yes, but—
  • Chrom: You've been fighting as hard as any of us. You must be exhausted.
  • Maribelle: Well... I confess I sometimes find myself wishing for a respite. But then I remind myself how much harder it must be for you! Heavy lies the crown and all that, yes? So it's my duty to help you however I can!
  • Chrom: Your dedication is appreciated, Maribelle. ...A little extreme, maybe, but appreciated. Just promise to look after yourself as well. Will you do that? ...For me?
  • Maribelle: Your wish is my command, milord. But first let me bring you that tea!
  • Chrom: I'll take it. Thanks.
  • Maribelle: I so very much enjoy our time together... I pray we find opportunity to do it again.
  • Chrom: I hope so, too...

B SupportEdit

  • Maribelle: Tsk! The pool of suspects grows larger by the moment!
  • Chrom: Er, sorry. Who's a suspect now?
  • Maribelle: Oh, milord! I didn't see you there! I was just going over my...list.
  • Chrom: Uh-oh. This can't be good. What list is that?
  • Maribelle: I've been keeping track of men who may be getting too close to Lissa! My darling is a bewitching vixen, even if she doesn't realize the power of her charms. So when these lecherous men get too close, I drive them back from the ramparts!
  • Chrom: ...You aren't joking, are you. Why on earth would you do such a thing?!
  • Maribelle: Isn't it obvious? Lissa is your younger sister, and the princess to the royal house of Ylisse! It falls upon me, her bosom friend and true companion, to save her from scallywags!
  • Chrom: ...Scallywags? Er, look, Maribelle. I think my sister can guard her own ramparts just fine.
  • Maribelle: Ha! Don't be so naive! It seems even great men are blind when it comes to matters of the heart!
  • Chrom: Hey! I am NOT blind! ...And you're being paranoid! There's no harm in Lissa having a few friends among her comrades-in-arms.
  • Maribelle: That they are comrades makes them more dangerous! Snakes in the den, says I! As such, I've put a strict screening process in place. Any man who would speak to Lissa must first be interviewed by me. Many times. AND provide supporting documentation, of course!
  • Chrom: ...Heh. I guess in a way it's reassuring to know that Lissa has you watching over her. Well then, I'll trust you to keep her safe for me.
  • Maribelle: Of course, milord! A woman of my position would offer no less!

A SupportEdit

  • Maribelle: Milord! I hope this day finds you well.
  • Chrom: As well as can be expected.
  • Maribelle: If there is anything I can do to ease your burden, you will let me know, won't you?
  • Chrom: Of course. Thank you, Maribelle. But you really need to stop exhausting yourself on my behalf. I don't deserve it.
  • Maribelle: Bite your tongue! Serving you is sheer delight! Why, I'd gladly lay my life down for you and Lissa.
  • Chrom: Well let's hope it never comes to that. I don't want anyone dying for my sake.
  • Maribelle: But on such a day, I would be first in line to thrust myself upon the enemy's pikes!
  • Chrom: That reminds me: I talked to some soldiers who saw you get captured by Plegia. They say that, as the Plegian army approached, you went out to meet them. That you parleyed with their captain, asking them to withdraw from Ylisse. And that the honorless curs responded by taking you hostage. Tell me the truth, Maribelle: Did you do this for me and Lissa?
  • Maribelle: ...I thought to protect you and Lissa from danger. That was my only goal. I know it was wrong of me to take such drastic action without consulting you. But you must believe me when I say—
  • Chrom: Enough, Maribelle. I believe you. But I need you to promise something... You must never take such a rash action again. Do you understand?
  • Maribelle: Yes, but—
  • Chrom: Just as you care for me and Lissa, so do we care about you. We would never forgive ourselves if you came to harm for our sake.
  • Maribelle: Y-you...are too kind, milord. I solemnly swear that I will never do such a foolish thing again.
  • Chrom: It wasn't foolish, Maribelle. It was brave and...noble. But if we don't fight as equals in this war, we have no hope of winning it. And if Lissa and I were to lose you... It would be a pain we couldn't bear.
  • Maribelle: I... Well, I... It won't happen again, milord. I swear it!
  • Chrom: We must stand shoulder to shoulder. Divided we fall, but together we rise!

S SupportEdit

  • Maribelle: Milord! I've brewed elderberry tea and buttered some crumpets. Won't you rest a spell?
  • Chrom: Well, since you've gone to all this trouble... Wait. Is this gooseberry jam? It was my favorite as a child! How did you know?
  • Maribelle: A little bird told me...
  • Chrom: A little bird named Lissa, I wager. Heh heh, that girl...
  • Maribelle: Oh, how I envy your sister... You have such affection for her... And you have spent a lifetime together... How can I ever compare?
  • Chrom: Maribelle, what are you talking about? Lissa's my sister. You're my...friend.
  • Maribelle: Yes, but you are also royalty and... And you're surrounded by all these fine and noble women! All the time! Lissa and her friends...the court ladies... Oh, you must have such wonderful times! I feel so dreary and plain by compare.
  • Chrom: Wonderful times?! Hah! Royal court is dull as an anvil. It's my duty to attend, but that's all. ...And it's a loathsome duty at that.
  • Maribelle: B-but...beautiful admirers hang upon your every word! So how could there be possibly room in your life for... What I mean is... How will you ever find a place for me in your heart?
  • Chrom: Um, I'm sorry, did you just say...
  • Maribelle: ...Wait. Did I say that out loud? ...I said that out loud, didn't I? ...Loudly. *face reddens completely* OH, GODS! Chrom, PLEASE pretend you didn't hear that! I don't know what came over me! Curse this blasted battle fatigue! My mind must be on the moon! Oh, that the ground might open up and swallow this foolish creature!
  • Chrom: Maribelle! get ahold of yourself!
  • Maribelle: Er... *ahem* Forgive me, milord. I... I don't know what came over me. ...Again.
  • Chrom: Listen, are you—
  • Maribelle: Would you mind terribly if we started over? I have something important to tell you, and it deserves a better beginning.
  • Chrom: Well, I think you already told me... Er, but please. Do go on.
  • Maribelle: Milord, I am...deeply and madly in love with you! I always have been so, even when we were but children. Yet I've never been able to confess this shameful secret. You were always surrounded by those fine court ladies, and I... Well, I felt so coarse and provincial! I was ashamed, and so kept my feelings hidden.
  • Chrom: I...see.
  • Maribelle: B-but now I just don't care anymore! I had to confess, and I'm glad I did. It's like a horrible weight has been lifted from my shoulders!
  • Chrom: You really should have told me earlier, Maribelle. Because the truth is... I feel the same for you.
  • Maribelle: T-truly? Oh, Chrom, don't jest with me! Not about this!
  • Chrom: I assure you, I am not jesting. I've loved you since we were young. Your poise, your consideration for others...
  • Maribelle: M-milord... Are you truly...
  • Chrom: Perhaps this will convince you of the sincerity of my feelings.
  • Maribelle: Oh, heavens. It's a ring! ...And it bears the crest of House Ylisse! Y-you would have me wear this treasure?
  • Chrom: My parents had it crafted to celebrate my birth. I've always kept it safe because I knew someday I would give it away. I would give it to the woman I wanted for a lifelong companion. ...For a wife. So yes. I want you to have it.
  • Maribelle: This is a dream come true. I'll never take it off!
  • Chrom: I wonder how Lissa is going to take this news?
  • Maribelle: Lissa? Oh thunder, she'll be more excited than anyone! "My big brother is FINALLY getting married," she'll say!
  • Chrom: Ha ha! You know, I think you're right.

Special DialogueEdit

Triggered automatically at the conclusion of Chapter 11 if Chrom's highest Support value is with Maribelle and neither are already married.
  • Maribelle: Prince Chrom! Are you hurt?
  • Chrom: I'm fine, Maribelle. Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you.
  • Maribelle: I was worried about Lissa! Who would protect her if something were to befall you?
  • Chrom: Oh. I...I see. Forgive me.
  • Maribelle: I'm...I'm sorry, that wasn't how I wanted that to—
  • Chrom: Don't be sorry. When we lost Emmeryn, I was lost in my own pain. I was selfish... I couldn't be there to offer comfort to Lissa. ...But it was all right, because an amazing woman WAS there for her, all along...
  • Maribelle: Lissa is a treasure. She's the best friend I could ever have. But I'll also always...
  • Chrom: ...Yes?
  • Maribelle: I'll always be there for... Oh, don't make me say it!
  • Chrom: Maribelle.
  • Maribelle: Y-yes?
  • Chrom: I know I'm not perfect... I'm rash, I can be rude... I'm far from the gentleman you deserve. But I've seen the love you are capable of, and I've grown so very fond of you... My sister always followed her heart, so now I'm going to follow mine... Maribelle... Would you be my wife?
  • Maribelle: Y-your wife?! Oh Chrom, are you sincere? This is no jest?!
  • Chrom: No jest, Maribelle, I swear. And to prove it...
  • Maribelle: B-but...this is your royal ring! Prince Chrom, I don't know if I can—
  • Chrom: Of course you can. My parents had it made to celebrate my birth. They wanted me to give it to the woman I would spend my life with. Take it. Please. And know I will love you until the day I die.
  • Maribelle: This and your vow are the finest gifts any woman could dream of...
  • Chrom: Then the finest woman shall have them. I'll need to ask for a bit of patience for the near future. My first duty must be to heal the scars of war and assume my role for the people. But then, we can begin our life together.
  • Maribelle: I am a patient woman. ...Well, if I try. Together with you and Lissa forever... Oh, I've wanted this my whole life!
  • Chrom: I know together we can bring joy back to the royal palace. I'll do everything I can to make the castle a happy home for us...my love.
  • Maribelle: My prince...

With GaiusEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Chrom: Gaius, do you have a moment?
  • Gaius: What's up, Blue?
  • Chrom: ...Blue? Er, right. Well, you must have traveled a lot in your line of work, yes?
  • Gaius: Sure did! Us thieves tend to outstay our welcome in a hurry.
  • Chrom: The reason I ask is that I've had little chance to see the world properly. I've journeyed on diplomatic business, but that's pretty much it. And frankly, one majestic court looks very much like another. I've often wondered what it would be like to roam the world free of royal burdens.
  • Gaius: Ha! You royals up in your pointy towers really don't have a clue! You think us commoners are free to just spend our days sauntering along! Think we pick daisies and gaze at tourist attractions and eat bonbons all day!
  • Chrom: Look, that's not what I was implying at all. ...And I think you know it.
  • Gaius: So what's the problem? Tired of silk pants and the undying adoration of the masses?
  • Chrom: I try to appreciate my situation, but being a royal can be incredibly...stifling. It's a comfortable prison, true, but a prison nonetheless.
  • Gaius: Sounds like a serious case of not being able to count your blessings.
  • Chrom: It's true—I'm never hungry, I've a hot bath and a warm bed, people leap to my aid... Perhaps you're right. What right have I to complain of such a life?
  • Gaius: Bingo.

B SupportEdit

  • Gaius: Heya, Blue.
  • Chrom: You know, I really wish you wouldn't call me... Never mind. What can I do for you, Gaius?
  • Gaius: You got plans for the evening? After supper, I mean?
  • Chrom: I have to inspect the armory and make sure we're ready for the next battle.
  • Gaius: Boooooor-ing. What about tomorrow?
  • Chrom: Tomorrow I meet with the war council to discuss strategy and tactics.
  • Gaius: Man! It's all work and no play for our fair leader, isn't it?
  • Chrom: ...What exactly did you want, Gaius? If it's important, I'll carve out some time.
  • Gaius: Oh, it's not so important. ...Or maybe it IS!
  • Chrom: Would you please get to the point?
  • Gaius: Look, I got to thinking about what you said. You know, about not having freedom?
  • Chrom: Yes?
  • Gaius: Well, I thought I'd give you a taste of what it's like to be footloose and fancy-free!
  • Chrom: How do you propose to do that? I don't have time for a 'round-the-world tour.
  • Gaius: A single evening is all it'll take! ...You just tell me when you're ready.

A SupportEdit

  • Gaius: Finished your preparations? Ready to sample life outside the gilded cage?
  • Chrom: Preparations? I wasn't aware that—
  • Gaius: Aw, come on! You want to dress up a bit, don't you? ...I mean, I would.
  • Chrom: Look, I don't know what you're talking about. Where are we going anyway? How am I supposed to prepare when I have no idea what's going on?
  • Gaius: Seriously, Blue?! Gods, if you royals aren't the most coddled set of... Look, we're going out to have fun. You know about fun, right? So try to wear something that doesn't look like it was stolen from a corpse.
  • Chrom: Hey, I have a very keen fashion sense, thank you very much!
  • Gaius: ...Well, I suppose those clothes'll have to do, then. Come on, Blue. Quit your grumblin'. I'll explain on the way.
  • Chrom: B-but, wait!
  • Gaius: Ha ha! So... What'd you think?
  • Chrom: It was...interesting.
  • Gaius: Yeah, but was it FUN?!
  • Chrom: Well, I suppose so. I'd never seen a man juggle flaming hams before... And when those acrobats got into a knife fight...that was really something.
  • Gaius: I know, you're overwhelmed. It's a lot to take in. Still, we did what we set out to do.
  • Chrom: And what was that, exactly?
  • Gaius: To show you a slice of the real world!
  • Chrom: Ah, yes.
  • Gaius: So then? Still think you're trapped in a prison made of diamonds and baby tears? Today you wanted to experience something new, and that's exactly what we did! No one tried to stop you. No one asked for your autograph. Nothing stood in the way except your own royal reserve. King or traveling minstrel, the world is as narrow or wide as you make it.
  • Chrom: You're saying it's not duty that holds me back...but self-pity? Gods... I've been such a self-indulgent arse...
  • Gaius: Aw, don't be too hard on yourself, Blue. Those silk-clad shoulders carry a heavier burden than I'd be willing to bear. Just remember—attitude and outlook go a long way toward making your world.
  • Chrom: And you took me to that den of iniquity just to teach me that lesson?
  • Gaius: Naw. I like going there, but I can't afford it unless some sap foots the bill. But you be sure to let me know when you want to go again, all right?
  • Chrom: ...Maybe later.

With OliviaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Chrom: Hey, Olivia. What are you doing here all by yourself?
  • Olivia: Oh! Milord! C-Chrom! Sir! Sir Milord! ...Hello! Er, I l-like to come here for peace and quiet. ...To relax.
  • Chrom: Then I'm intruding. I'll leave you to your—
  • Olivia: NO! Er, I mean, it's all right. I don't mind. Really.
  • Chrom: Well, if you're sure you don't mind...
  • Olivia: ......
  • Chrom: ......
  • Olivia: ......
  • Chrom: ...... Heh, not very talkative, are you? That's all right. I was never much one for—
  • Olivia: Oh, look at the time! Gotta go!
  • Chrom: Er, Olivia? ...Gods, I'm supposed to be the leader of Ylisse and commander of the army. If I can't even talk to my soldiers properly, how am I going to rule my subjects? Or inspire people? Or forge alliances with other nations? But every time I try to talk to Olivia, it ends in this awkward silence... Well, no more. I'll find a way to break through if it kills me!

B SupportEdit

  • Chrom: Ah, there's Olivia now... ...Right! Today I shall be charming and witty, and we will talk of this and that. I'll make her forget her painful shyness as we quickly become fast friends. Maybe a joke would lighten things up. Friendly ribbing always puts me at ease... Ha ha! Why, if it isn't Olivia! Ha ha! Here by yourself again?
  • Olivia: EEK! Oh, milord! I mean, Chrom! Sir! I was just...practicing my dancing. ...Since I'm useless at fighting. I mean, it's what I do, you know? Dancing, that is. Not fighting. ...Yes. Well. Anyway.
  • Chrom: Ha ha! Oh, Olivia, what a wit you are! But you mustn't sell yourself short. If you were a poor dancer, I'd just kick you out of the Shepherds!
  • Olivia: Wait, what?! Oh my gosh, I'm so... I mean, I'll do my best! Please... I don't...
  • Chrom: N-no! That was a joke! Just...joking! Ha ha! Ha ha ha! ...Ha? See, if you were ACTUALLY bad, I wouldn't joke about it. ...Right? Look, Olivia, we all think you're an excellent dancer. Honest. So please—there's no need to be so self-effacing all the time. All right?
  • Olivia: Y-you are very kind. But I'm so clumsy, and there's still much that I have to learn.
  • Chrom: You're doing it again.
  • Olivia: Oh! *gulp* S-sorry! I forgot—
  • Chrom: I do think it's great that you want to better yourself, though. I could take a page or two from your book when it comes to practicing swordplay!
  • Olivia: Oh, Chrom! Please! You're embarrassing me!
  • Chrom: But, I didn't mean to...
  • Olivia: Um...
  • Chrom: Er, Olivia? Is something wrong? You're...staring at me...
  • Olivia: I am?! Ah, SORRY! I mean... Um... I think I left the campfire burning! Gotta go!
  • Chrom: No, wait! Olivia! ...That girl is a puzzle. Still, we actually exchanged a few words today. I suppose that's progress.

A SupportEdit

  • Chrom: Oh, hello, Olivia.
  • Olivia: Eeek! Chrom!
  • Chrom: Practicing again?
  • Olivia: I was just finishing, actually.
  • Chrom: Oh? I was hoping that you might show me what you've been working on.
  • Olivia: Y-you mean dance...in front of you? Ah ha ha! Hee hee! Hoooooo... N-no. I couldn't possibly.
  • Chrom: But on the battlefield, you never hesitate to dance when called upon.
  • Olivia: Yes, but...well, that's...different. The setting... The atmosphere... There's no time to think about it, or worry about it... I just...do it.
  • Chrom: It amazes me that someone so shy could be such an amazing performer. Your dances are really quite wonderful. I don't know how you can't see it.
  • Olivia: Lord Basilio told me much the same thing. ...Albeit with different words. Something about charming the butt off a butterfly, I think?
  • Chrom: Ha! That sounds like Basilio, all right. You and he go back a long way, right? How did you first meet?
  • Olivia: ...I owe him my honor and my freedom. Once, when I was with a traveling theater group, I caught the eye of a corrupt noble. He would have stolen me and forced me into marriage if not for Khan Basilio.
  • Chrom: Hah, and here I thought Basilio more likely to carry you off himself!
  • Olivia: Oh no, you have Basilio all wrong... He's not like that. Not really. He told me a khan doesn't need such tricks to find himself a partner. ...Actually he was much cruder about it, but you get the idea.
  • Chrom: Let me guess: it was something about his "big brown arse"?
  • Olivia: Hee hee! I guess you DO know Basilio pretty well after all!
  • Chrom: Hey, look at that!
  • Olivia: What?! D-did I say something wrong? I did, didn't I?!
  • Chrom: No, I just... I don't think I'd ever heard you laugh before. At least not in a nervous way.
  • Olivia: Oh, geez. Did I really laugh?
  • Chrom: Yes. ...It was actually quite lovely.
  • Olivia: Oh, Chrom, you mustn't say that! Gods, I wish the ground would swallow me up right now!
  • Chrom: Well, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. But I enjoyed seeing you today. I feel like we're finally getting to know each other... I look forward to our next conversation.
  • Olivia: Oh, yes! Absolutely! Me, too! I can't believe Chrom and I can actually talk to each other like normal people! Gosh, I was SO terrified of him at first. But he's actually quite charming once you get to know him...

S SupportEdit

  • Olivia: Hello, Chrom!
  • Chrom: Well, Olivia, this is a pleasant surprise. Usually I have to track you down.
  • Olivia: Well, you always make a point of talking to me, right? I thought it was time I repaid the favor.
  • Chrom: Ha! Well, I'm honored. I remember the days when you couldn't say more than two words at a time.
  • Olivia: I know! The old me wouldn't dream of just coming up to you and saying hello. In fact, sometimes, when I'd see you coming, I'd run and hide in a barrel!
  • Chrom: ...In a barrel? Er, yes. Well in any case, it seems I'm very much in Basilio's debt. If not for him, we'd never have had the chance to become friends.
  • Olivia: Oh, don't even say that!
  • Chrom: To think I might have lived my whole life without knowing you...
  • Olivia: I know, I... I feel the same way. You even helped me be less shy around other people! 'Cause if I can talk to you, I can talk to ANYONE!
  • Chrom: ...Am I so terrifying?
  • Olivia: Oh, no! No, it's not like that! You're an important person, you know? A prince and our leader and all that? It's not like folks just walk up to you and start blabbing away.
  • Chrom: Hmm... I see your point.
  • Olivia: But it's all right, because I'm not scared of you at all anymore. Hee hee hee!
  • Chrom: I do so love that laugh.
  • Olivia: And I love seeing you relax instead of reading war books or whatever you do!
  • Chrom: Well then, perhaps you would like to see more or me.
  • Olivia: Oh... Yeah, sure! Why not?
  • Chrom: Then perhaps you'd like to see me...all the time?
  • Olivia: Well... I would have to eat and sleep at some point, but...
  • Chrom: ...But perhaps we can do that together as well, if... ...If we were married.
  • Olivia: Oh my gosh, WHAAAAAT?!
  • Chrom: Will you do me the honor, Olivia? Will you marry me?
  • Olivia: Well, let's see... Will I marry this smart, funny prince who's also super handsome? YES! Of course I will! Yes!
  • Chrom: Well now you're making ME blush... Here, then. I've been carrying this around and waiting for the right moment. Please take it as proof of my love for you.
  • Olivia: ...C-Chrom, this ring bears the crest of the royal house of Ylisse! This is priceless! I can't take it!
  • Chrom: My parents had it made on the occasion of my birth. They told me to give it to the woman that I would spend my life with. I'm only doing what it was designed for in the first place.
  • Olivia: Th-thank you, Chrom. I shall wear it proudly for the rest of my days.
  • Chrom: I've been waiting my whole life for this moment, Olivia. Today I'm the happiest man in all the realm!

Special DialogueEdit

Triggered automatically at the conclusion of Chapter 11 if Chrom's highest Support value is with Olivia and neither are already married.
  • Olivia: G-Good day, milord.
  • Chrom: Oh, hello, Olivia. What a pleasant surprise.
  • Olivia: Oh! Is it strange? ...Or untoward? I don't mean to be so! I just thought, since you're always so nice to me, I should...
  • Chrom: I'm happy you're here. I've always liked talking to you. Especially since you've become less... Well, terrified of me than before, heh heh...
  • Olivia: Heh, ha, I know! It is so very strange. I've always been painfully shy around strangers, and even some acquaintances. Even a nod sends me running! But...not with you.
  • Chrom: Basilio deserves my thanks. Were it not for his introduction, we might never have met.
  • Olivia: I...I suppose not.
  • Chrom: You're smiling! ...Heh. It suits you.
  • Olivia: Really? I'm still so new at it. ...Smiling, I mean. ...At you. Until recently, the very thought of you had me weeping in despair!
  • Chrom: What? But why?
  • Olivia: No! Not in a bad way! It's just... Well, you're our leader, and such an important man, and we could never...
  • Chrom: ...Be together?
  • Olivia: But it's alright! I've made my peace with it. It's just... I've never felt this way about a man. It's strange. In a good way. ...I think.
  • Chrom: You're smiling again.
  • Olivia: So are you! And I never get to see THAT on the battlefield!
  • Chrom: I'm never this happy on the battlefield. And rarely this happy off it...
  • Olivia: Milord...
  • Chrom: Olivia, I'm going to say something, and you're likely going to think me mad. I know that we barely know each other, but I feel something...extraordinary for you.
  • Olivia: Y-you do?
  • Chrom: And not just when you dance! I feel it all the time. You're all I think about.
  • Olivia: Are you saying...
  • Chrom: I think I love you. And I know that's madness! I KNOW it! But you know what? It doesn't matter. My sister always followed her heart, so now I'm going to follow mine... Olivia, will you marry me?
  • Olivia: Holy gods! I mean... Yes... Yes, Chrom! Yes, oh yes! I will marry you!
  • Chrom: I can't promise it will be easy, but I can promise you my heart.
  • Olivia: Your heart is all I need.
  • Chrom: I...I can't believe you said yes. I was worried you might run screaming, heh heh. Oh! Wait! I nearly forgot. I have something for you... Here. Take it as a sign of my devotion.
  • Olivia: Your royal ring? But this must be so precious to you!
  • Chrom: I've found something even more precious... My parents had this ring crafted to celebrate my birth. They wanted me to give it to the woman I would spend the rest of my life with. Take it, and know that I will stand by you until the day I die.
  • Olivia: Chrom this is... It's all too much.
  • Chrom: This is a love kindled quickly, but it burns bright in me. It is a love that will last. I believe it with all that I am.
  • Olivia: If this is madness, then lock me up and discard the key! I hope to never draw the sane breath again!
  • Chrom: So be it! We'll be crazy in love, together.

With Lucina (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Lucina: Might I ask a lesson, Father? I would love to learn the sword from you.
  • Chrom: You're a master in your own right already. What could I possibly teach you? You're likely better served training alone where you can hone your own style.
  • Lucina: But I was hoping that you might... That we could...
  • Chrom: Hmm?
  • Lucina: ...I'm sorry. If it's a bother, I won't insist.
  • Chrom: I never said it was a bother. I just meant that with your level of skill, you'd be...
  • Lucina: ......
  • Chrom: ...Heh. Fine. Go fetch a pair of practice blades.
  • Lucina: Wonderful! I just so happen to have two right here...
  • Chrom: Well, someone's certainly prepared. Very well, let's begin.
  • Lucina: Yes, sir!
  • Chrom: Hnngh!
  • Lucina: Yaaah!
  • Chrom: Ngh...
  • Lucina: ...Urgh!
  • Chrom: ...Impressive as ever. I was certain I dodged that one, but you nicked my shoulder.
  • Lucina: Still, you had me soundly beat. Had you not held back on that blow to my chest, I'd have a few shattered ribs. I was right to think you still have much to teach me. We'll have to make these lessons a habit.
  • Chrom: Wait, you didn't just... Did you throw that match just so we'd continue doing this?
  • Lucina: Why, Father... I would never!
  • Chrom: ...Devious. I see I'll have to keep a closer eye on you, heh.

B SupportEdit

  • Chrom: All right. That should do it for today's training. Let's stop here.
  • Lucina: Thank you, Father.
  • Chrom: It still feels so strange to hear you call me that...
  • Lucina: You don't like it?
  • Chrom: No, no. It's not that I dislike it. It's just...different, is all. I'm still wrestling with the reality that I have a child, and that that child is you.
  • Lucina: I see.
  • Chrom: Oh, but don't tell your mother. You know how she can be.
  • Lucina: Ha! It always seemed to me like you told her everything... In the future, I mean... You two were always so close.
  • Chrom: Oh, come now. You make us sound like a pair of fawning lovebirds. I'm sure we would never embarrass ourselves, especially at court...
  • Lucina: So you say, but your blushing face seems a little less certain! ...Heh. It feels good to share a secret. It's been too long. You were always sharing little tidbits with me in the future.
  • Chrom: Was the future me really so furtive? I don't think of myself as a man of secrets.
  • Lucina: Oh, they were just silly little things. Still, it gave me a thrill to hear them.
  • Chrom: So the future me wasn't so much furtive, but more of a hopelessly doting father?
  • Lucina: Well, there was one thing you never did tell me.
  • Chrom: Oh?
  • Lucina: ...How you and mother first met.
  • Chrom: That's...not the sort of story a daughter needs to hear.
  • Lucina: It's certainly one this daughter would LIKE to hear! Why don't we make a little wager? If I manage to defeat you, you'll tell me.
  • Chrom: ...I'm not so sure that's...
  • Lucina: That certain you'll lose, eh?
  • Chrom: Hmph! ...Very well. I accept.
  • Lucina: Then get ready, Father, because I'm serious about hearing this story!
  • Chrom: And I'm serious about not telling it—so likewise!

A SupportEdit

  • Lucina: I'm ready for today's training, Father.
  • Chrom: Before we begin, I have a question.
  • Lucina: Oh?
  • Chrom: It's something I'd been meaning to ask for some time now. Once this war is over, will you be able to return to your own world?
  • Lucina: ...I don't know. Even if it were possible to cross the bounds of time again, my world itself may be lost. Naga said as much before we left.
  • Chrom: I see.
  • Lucina: But don't worry, Father. Once peace is returned, I'll leave you to your life.
  • Chrom: What? Why?
  • Lucina: I understand I don't belong in this time. I'll not have myself become a burden.
  • Chrom: Lucina! I never want to hear you say such a thing again!
  • Lucina: Father?
  • Chrom: I've told you before, you are no burden. You could never be a burden!
  • Lucina: But...
  • Chrom: I fear I'm not very adept at putting these sorts of things into words... But it's clear you need to hear something, so listen well.
  • Lucina: ...All right. I'm listening.
  • Chrom: Lucina... I am so very grateful for you. Grateful that you were born... That you grew into such a fine and noble woman... Grateful you withstood terrible hardship and risked all you knew to come here... I haven't the words to express how much it all means to me. None, save "thank you".
  • Lucina: Father...
  • Chrom: You're my daughter and my friend. You will always have a place at my side.
  • Lucina: Father, I... Th-thank... Oh, Father! *sob*
  • Chrom: Shhh, it's all right, Lucina. There, there, it's all right now. Daddy's here for you...

With Inigo (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Inigo: Ugh, Father! That gorgeous girl was just about to say yes to a date! JUST about to! Did you really have to drag me off like that?!
  • Chrom: We have a battle to prepare for, Inigo. Everyone else is ready to march. If you're mad, be mad at yourself for losing track of time.
  • Inigo: Oh, heh heh heh... Whoops... All right, time to go trounce some enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!
  • Chrom: ......
  • Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?
  • Chrom: No. I just... I was wondering if you were like this in the future as well.
  • Inigo: Depends on what you mean by "like this," I suppose.
  • Chrom: For someone who came from an apocalyptic hellscape, you're awfully carefree. Seems like you haven't a care in the world past whose bed you'll be sharing tonight. Lucina's so driven and serious... It's strange you don't have any of that purpose.
  • Inigo: No purpose?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!
  • Chrom: Oh, is that the case?
  • Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just hearing my name!
  • Chrom: ...Your purpose in life is to be popular with girls? You literally traveled across time...to be popular with girls?!
  • Inigo: To be popular with ALL girls. Genius, I know. But stop, Father. You're making me blush.
  • Chrom: I... I don't even know what to say.
  • Inigo: What? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!
  • Chrom: No, that's not what... Where do I even begin? Suddenly I'm feeling very tired... I'm going on ahead.
  • (Chrom leaves)
  • Inigo: ...... ...Not a care in the world, huh? Not a thought in my head, he means! For being such a softy with everyone else, he sure doesn't pull any punches with me...

B SupportEdit

  • Inigo: Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to camp like this...
  • Chrom: Something wrong, Inigo? Everyone else has already headed back.
  • Inigo: F-Father?! Er, I just...thought I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of the battlefield!
  • Chrom: ...You're a worse liar than your mother. It's obvious your leg is wounded.
  • Inigo: It's fine, it's—GYAAAH! Ow! Ow, ow ow! No, don't touch it! Don't touch it!
  • Chrom: This is a serious injury, Inigo! Why didn't you say something?
  • Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.
  • Chrom: Gods, ENOUGH, Inigo!
  • Inigo: ...Father?
  • Chrom: You can barely walk, and you're still thinking about girls?! Be serious for once! Really, why did you travel back from the future? Lucina fights so hard, but you... Honestly, I'm disappointed. You have no idea what it means to be at war.
  • Inigo: ...... You don't know a damned thing! You're the one who's clueless, Father!
  • Chrom: Wh-what?
  • Inigo: Do you think I'd be out here if I were ONLY after girls? Out here fighting every day, wondering if this is the time I don't make it home?!
  • Chrom: Inigo, I didn't—
  • Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depended on me in the future. Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my life. With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice. I HAD to be invincible. I couldn't complain or show any weakness. Not with everyone else struggling in that damn war-torn wasteland... Even with you and Mother gone, I had to pretend I was fine. That I wasn't hurting. I had to fight every day of my sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!
  • Chrom: ......
  • Inigo: ...You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the world? Well, I'm sorry to tell you, but that's not the case at all. I smile and joke around because I don't want to show the world any weakness... If that disappoints you...then I guess you just have to be disappointed.
  • Chrom: Inigo, listen...
  • Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.
  • (Inigo leaves)
  • Chrom: I... I had no idea...

A SupportEdit

  • Chrom: Inigo? I wanted to speak with you.
  • Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?
  • Chrom: That's good, Son.
  • Inigo: Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And...I'm sorry to have worried you.
  • Chrom: No, I'M sorry. For what I said. It was...insensitive... You've been fighting with all you've got. I had no right to criticize you.
  • Inigo: Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history. Plus...it was my fault, too.
  • Chrom: Still...
  • Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!
  • Chrom: Huh?
  • Inigo: You always seem so gloomy lately. Let's see a smile for once!
  • Chrom: A ha ha! Stop that! S-stop! It really tickles! Ha ha ha!
  • Inigo: Ha ha, there it is! That's better! I didn't come all this way to see you mope around, you know?
  • Chrom: ...That was why you came back? To make me happy?
  • Inigo: Well...yeah. You, and me, and everybody. The whole world, I guess. Anyway, I suppose I'm okay telling you that now.
  • Chrom: You can tell me anything.
  • Inigo: You say that now, but I don't want to hear any complaints once I get going! I may be all smiles on the outside, but I'm actually pretty sensitive. And pessimistic. ...Oh, and I cry at the drop of a hat. Whenever a girl turns me down, I'm a complete mess for days.
  • Chrom: Ha! You can stop kidding now, Inigo. I'm already smiling.
  • Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All the stuff about the girls—it was never part of the act.
  • Chrom: Well, that's fine...in moderation, of course. You're a strong man, Inigo, and I couldn't be prouder of you. But no one is invincible, and you shouldn't pretend to be. If something's wrong, come to me. We'll figure it out together.
  • Inigo: Father... I knew you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!
  • Chrom: Waugh! N-neck! Inigo, my neck! Too tight! C-can't breathe!
  • Inigo: I-it's your own fault! I don't think you've ever said anything like that to me before! And listen—the same goes for you. Whatever the problem, I'll help. I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you twice.
  • Chrom: And I'll be damned if I'm ever going to lose such a wonderful son.

With Brady (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You know, the expensive junk.
  • Chrom: Um...
  • Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and ready to go—just the way ya like it.
  • Chrom: Uh, Brady?
  • Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!
  • Chrom: Oh, right. S-sorry... *sip* ...But, Brady?
  • Brady: Yeah?
  • Chrom: What did you mean, 'just the way I like it"? I hardly ever drink tea.
  • Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.
  • Chrom: I've had the odd cup here or there, but I've never had a "teatime" in my life.
  • Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave me detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?
  • Chrom: Considering I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I'm guessing she did.
  • Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right about now!
  • Chrom: Er, what exactly did she tell you?
  • Brady: Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol' Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh, and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.
  • (Brady leaves)
  • Chrom: ...When did my life get so weird?

B SupportEdit

  • Brady: Sorry about last time, old-timer.
  • Chrom: What, the tea? Hardly something to apologize for. I was happy for the chance to chat.
  • Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway, I brought my violin by way of apologizin'.
  • Chrom: ...I'm sorry?
  • Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a violin performance.
  • Chrom: It...does?
  • Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the catgut for three songs, than do a backflip. That's when you stand up and start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what Ma said.
  • Chrom: Brady, listen to me. No one has ever apologized to me that way before. ...EVER. Your mother's having fun with you again.
  • Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna—
  • (Brady leaves)
  • Chrom: Brady, wait.
  • (Brady returns)
  • Brady: What?!
  • Chrom: As long as your here, let's just enjoy a nice long chat and forget about Maribelle. I'm almost thankful, really. If not for her japes, you'd probably never come by.
  • Brady: Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy! Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.
  • Chrom: It's settled then! Pull up a seat...

A SupportEdit

  • Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says—
  • Chrom: Heh heh...
  • Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.
  • Chrom: I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady. I'll admit, I was a little shocked when I first saw you. You seemed a bit...scary.
  • Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a better job raising the real deal.
  • Chrom: What, you mean the Brady from this era?
  • Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.
  • Chrom: ...... Brady, I...
  • Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.
  • Chrom: Brady, how can you say that after we've gotten so close? You think I'd just cast you aside once my son is born? I would never do that. You're my friend, Brady. ...And my son.
  • Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I'd decided not to cry, and then ya go and say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just...remember that we were good pals once, yeah? Real chums.
  • Chrom: I could never forget you, Son. I'll remember you till the day I die and love you as my future self would.
  • Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play the violin and do a backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!
  • Chrom: Well then, it's settled. Guess your pop can't very well die now, can he?

With Kjelle (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
  • Chrom: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
  • Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
  • Chrom: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...
  • Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
  • Chrom: B-breakfast...
  • Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
  • Chrom: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then...this happened... N-not just me... Everyone in camp is in...the same shape... If you haven't eaten...s-stay away... Save yourself...
  • Kjelle: ......
  • Chrom: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
  • Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
  • Chrom: ...What?
  • Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
  • Chrom: N-no, it's not...that... I mean...urrgh... It was d-delicious... I'm sure the...searing pain is...coincidental...
  • Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so embarrassing!
  • Chrom: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
  • Chrom: Kjelle, you seem to be training especially hard today.
  • Kjelle: if I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share of the fighting.
  • Chrom: Oh, so...you're not cooking again?
  • Kjelle: Would you want me to, after last time?! You saw how that day's battle played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like newborn deer... And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't been so horrified, we might all be dead!
  • Chrom: It was certainly a...challenging day. But nobody's perfect—I'm sure it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.
  • Kjelle: NO!
  • Chrom: ...I'm sorry?
  • Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees! Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.
  • Chrom: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
  • Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
  • Chrom: All right! Fair enough. ...Look, what if I gave you a few pointers? I'm no whiz in the kitchen, but I've made my fair share of campfire breakfasts. If we manage to come up with something tasty, we can share it with everyone!
  • Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.

A SupportEdit

  • Chrom: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'm sure everyone will be eager for a taste.
  • Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!
  • Chrom: I learned a lot after marrying your mother. It was that or starve...
  • Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?
  • Chrom: Yes, I guess we do...
  • Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
  • Chrom: Hmm?
  • Kjelle: Just thinking that this must be what it feels like. ...Having parents, I mean. Being a normal family. I never really got to have that, but...it's nice.
  • Chrom: Kjelle...
  • Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
  • Chrom: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for help... But you can, you know? If there's anything I can ever do, just name it.
  • Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
  • Chrom: Yes, what is it?
  • Kjelle: Keep teaching me to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
  • Chrom: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, it does.
  • Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
  • Chrom: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!
  • Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

With Cynthia (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Now then, let's see what the flowers say. Option one, option two, option three...
  • Chrom: Cynthia? Why are you plucking the petals off that poor dandelion?
  • Cynthia: Oh, hello, Father! You're just the person I wanted to see! I'm using flower fortunes to choose an entrance flourish for the next battle! Buuuut I'm still having problems deciding, so I need to know what you think.
  • Chrom: Er, I don't know anything about flower fortunes OR "entrance flourishes."
  • Cynthia: Well then, let me just lay them out, and you can decide what sounds best. The first option is to ignite a huge plume of purple smoke and coming racing out of it!
  • Chrom: ...Oh.
  • Cynthia: Option two is to step onto the field amidst a shower of fluttering violet petals...
  • Chrom: ...Ooo-kay.
  • Cynthia: Option three is to suddenly burst out of a farmhouse in the middle of the battlefield!
  • Chrom: ......
  • Cynthia: So, what do you think, Father? Which would you prefer?
  • Chrom: Um... Well, if I had to choose... Maybe the falling-petals one?
  • Cynthia: Wait, truly? Well, THAT's a surprise! I didn't think it was your style at all. But if that's what you want, I'll start collecting petals!
  • Chrom: Cynthia, this entrance you're planning... It isn't for me, is it?
  • Cynthia: Of course it is, silly! Why else would I ask your opinion? Hee! I'm surprised you chose the flowers, but I'm glad you did. It's my favorite!
  • Chrom: N-no, wait! Just a moment! *Sigh* ...What have I gotten myself into?

B SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: I am SO sorry, Father.
  • Chrom: I should hope you are! You nearly buried me alive under all those blasted petals!
  • Cynthia: I know. I asked Mother to help out, and we ended up collecting thousands!
  • Chrom: You roped Sumia into helping you with this ridiculous project?
  • Cynthia: Of course! We wanted to do something special for our dear father and husband! But you DID look really dashing and heroic out there in the field! ...At least, you would have, if anyone could have seen you in that blizzard of petals.
  • Chrom: Well, in any case, there are to be no more entrance flourishes. Understood?
  • Cynthia: Aww, but I had SO many more wonderful ideas! ...Can I at least pick a special catchphrase for you to shout at the start of battle?
  • Chrom: Cynthia! War is a serious business. We're not playing games out there.
  • Cynthia: ...I-I know. I'm sorry. I just want to make you happy and give us something fun to talk about and... Oh, pegasus poop! I just don't know what to do! I mean, what ARE fathers and daughters supposed to do together?
  • Chrom: Gods, Cynthia, don't be silly. You don't have to make such an effort to think of fun things for us to share. Just spending time with you is enough for me.
  • Cynthia: Truly? Just...being together is enough?
  • Chrom: Of course.
  • Cynthia: Oh, Father! You're SUCH a great guy! It's no wonder Mother fell in love with you! Even if you're just being polite, you're doing it because you like me! You're the BEST!
  • Chrom: Unnngh... Cynthia... D-don't hug...so tight... Can't b-breathe... C-crushing...ribs....

A SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Father! Will you brush my hair? Pleeease?
  • Chrom: Er, I'm sorry, Cynthia, but I'm a little busy at the moment... You haven't left my side lately... Are you sure you don't have other things to do?
  • Cynthia: Well, you said that spending time with me was fun! Riiight? Hey, why don't you come to town with me? We'll spend the whole day together!
  • Chrom: Er...now?
  • Cynthia: Yes, now! We'll walk the streets and visit the market and hold hands the whole time! Then we can find a tasty cake shop and when evening falls we can go caroling and—
  • Chrom: All right, Cynthia, that's enough now. Look, I know we're family, but even family needs time apart sometimes.
  • Cynthia: —and eat pie, and it'll totally be the best day ever!
  • Chrom: Are you even listening to me?
  • Cynthia: You...will remember me, won't you, Father? Even once the Cynthia of this world is born?
  • Chrom: ......
  • Cynthia: You see, I DO understand how this time-travel stuff works. I know that you're not my real father. That man exists in another history. So, as soon as the me from this time is born, I promise to leave you alone. It's just that...until that happens, I want us to spend as much time together as we can. Then, when you have a proper family, at least we'll still have our memories.
  • Chrom: I... I didn't realize...
  • Cynthia: Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm ever grateful for this time. You've shown me what it's like to have a father, and you've been so nice to me. But I know that, in the end, your love is meant for the other me.
  • Chrom: *Sniff*
  • Cynthia: Father, are you...crying? Oh, silly! I didn't mean to make you sad... It's nothing to be sad about! Besides, we can't very well have our leader all teary eyed, can we?! I don't want to remember you like this. I want to remember you how you really were. Strong, and kind, and brave... My father, my hero...and my friend.

With Morgan (Male) (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my father... All my memories of Mother are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician she was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my father. It's one big blank.
  • Chrom: What are you up to, Morgan?
  • Morgan: Father! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate? This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Mother put it? "We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!
  • Chrom: Heh, is that so?
  • Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
  • Chrom: I'd be happy to try. After all—
  • Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
  • (Morgan leaves)
  • Chrom: Well, he's certainly got energy to spare...

B SupportEdit

  • Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?
  • Chrom: Yes, of course.
  • Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one—figure how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Father? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
  • Chrom: Let's just...hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? Perhaps you could try just staring at me for a bit? Right into my eyes.
  • Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here goes... ...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how it's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Father looked like?"
  • Chrom: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?
  • Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Father!

A SupportEdit

  • Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
  • Chrom: Come now, Morgan. No tears.
  • Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like i failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
  • Chrom: Morgan...
  • Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
  • Chrom: What's wrong?!
  • Morgan: I...I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but...I remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh, thank you, Father. I never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.
  • Chrom: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you... You know that, right?
  • Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

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