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With Chrom (Father)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 come 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!
  • (Cynthia leaves)
  • 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 so grateful for this time. You've shown me what it's like to have a father, and you've been so nice to me. But I know that, in the end, your love is meant for the other me.
  • 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 Male AvatarEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: The scouts picked up signs of an enemy force ahead. Could be as many as 50.
  • Cynthia: I'm on my way! I'll have 'em begging for mercy in no time!
  • Avatar: What? No, it's too dangerous to go alone. We'll wait until support arrives.
  • Cynthia: A hero does not wait for backup! A hero charges into the fray alone! And now, I ride!
  • Avatar: Cynthia, wait! Come back! CYNTHIAAAAAAAAA!
  • Cynthia: Gyaaa!
  • Avatar: Cynthia! Are you all right?! What happened?! ...And why are you covered in mud?
  • Cynthia: Oh, it was awful! I headed to where they said the enemy was, but it was a SWAMP! I charged in and couldn't stop in time... Next thing I knew, I was stuck and...and... And it was not heroic in the slightest!
  • Avatar: And...the enemy?
  • Cynthia: Not a one. The scouts must have been mistaken, I guess. Oh it was awful... All our soldiers who came in behind me got stuck in the mud, too. They're probably just crawling back now.
  • Avatar: Ugh... Good thing there weren't enemies after all. We would have been like fish in a barrel, mired in that swamp.
  • Cynthia: The worst part is that I had a REALLY good victory line picked out for when I won! Now it's totally wasted...
  • Avatar: I'm not sure that's the WORST part...

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Hey, Cynthia?
  • Cynthia: ......
  • Avatar: Is everything all right? I can practically see the dark cloud hanging over your head. Are you still upset over the whole charging-in-alone-oh-wait-it's-a-swamp thing?
  • Cynthia: Shouldn't I be? It's my fault. If I hadn't gone off half cocked, the others wouldn't have spent a day wallowing in mud.
  • Avatar: It's just mud. I think they'll survive.
  • Cynthia: I...I need to apologize to you, too, Avatar. I was a big fat idiot! I'm really sorry!
  • Avatar: Don't be so hard on yourself. It's all right. It worked out, and no one was hurt.
  • Cynthia: No, it's NOT all right! I'm supposed to fight to keep everyone else safe! Gods, it's all so embarrassing...
  • Avatar: Your heart's in the right place, Cynthia. But sometimes you forget that you fight as part of a team. Even the greatest hero has to have sidekicks, right?
  • Cynthia: I know that, but...
  • Avatar: You'll have a lot more success keeping everyone safe if you work with the team. And people really admire those who work well with others, you know.
  • Cynthia: ...You think?
  • Avatar: Hey, we already consider you pretty darn heroic.
  • Cynthia: Aw, REALLY?! All right! That settles it! Starting today, I'm a team player! Thanks, Avatar!
  • Avatar: Glad to help.

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Cynthia!
  • Cynthia: Huh? What's wrong? Did something happen?
  • Avatar: You were amazing in the last battle!
  • Cynthia: ...I was?
  • Avatar: The last few, actually. Keep this up and we won't even need a tactician!
  • Cynthia: That's great to hear! I mean, not that we wouldn't need you... Oh, you know what I mean.
  • Avatar: It seems like you're aware of everyone else's situation and only go where you're needed. Honestly, it's been a huge help.
  • Cynthia: Just doing what you said, Avatar!
  • Avatar: Er, what did I say again?
  • Cynthia: You said I needed to fight as part of the team!
  • Avatar: Oh, right. I mean, of course I did! Well, I'm glad it helped.
  • Cynthia: I just had to be less of a lone-wolf hero and more a Justice Alliance hero, you know?
  • Avatar: I don't think...I'm quite familiar with that organization? But whatever works for you.
  • Cynthia: Yep! I'm gonna give it my all, just like a real member of the Justice Alliance! "Never capitulate, never succumb!" That's the Justice Alliance creed!
  • Avatar: Er, all right, then.

S SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Avatar, do you have a minute? There's...something I need to talk to you about.
  • Avatar: Is everything all right? You seem rather...subdued today.
  • Cynthia: I just... I wanted to thank you.
  • Avatar: Heh, you've already thanked me. Many times over, in fact.
  • Cynthia: No, not for that. Well, it IS for that, but also for a different reason... What I mean is, I kept thinking about what you said, and I realized something new.
  • Avatar: What's that?
  • Cynthia: I always thought protecting other people meant charging in alone, you know? It always felt good to do that. I...I liked it. But it wasn't quite right.
  • Avatar: How so?
  • Cynthia: I was running ahead of the pack so I could feel like I was the one winning the war. But after what you said to me that day, I started watching you. I saw that you were always in the heart of the group. Not charging ahead, not talking all the glory. And yet, you were doing more than anyone to keep us safe.
  • Avatar: Well, I'm just doing my part.
  • Cynthia: As our tactician, you know us all even better than we know ourselves. You make us all better. You're like our ringleader or whatever it's called.
  • Avatar: Er, I'm not sure "ringleader" would be the best... You know what? Never mind. Thank you, Cynthia.
  • Cynthia: So, I was hoping...maybe you would help me be a better person...off the field, too?
  • Avatar: I'd be delighted. Er, wait. Do you mean...
  • Cynthia: I think I'm... I'm in love with you, Avatar. So I was hoping when you aren't busy being the heart of the group, maybe... Maybe it could just be the two of us?
  • Avatar: I'd like that a very great deal, Cynthia.
  • Cynthia: Oh? Yes? Oh, thank the gods! I was worried you would say no!
  • Avatar: It's easy to love someone who gives so much of herself for the sake of others.
  • Cynthia: Oh my gosh! I love you so much!
  • Avatar: And I you. I'll be counting on you to make me the best man I can be, too.
  • Cynthia: Now that's one job I know I can still handle on my own!
  • Cynthia: I love you best of all! You're like my own personal hero!

With Male Avatar (Father)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Now then, let's see what the flowers say. Option one, option two, option three...
  • Avatar: Cynthia? Why are you plucking that 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.
  • Avatar: 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 come racing out of it!
  • Avatar: ...Oh.
  • Cynthia: Option two is to step onto the field amidst a shower of fluttering violet petals...
  • Avatar: ...Ooo-kay.
  • Cynthia: Option three is to suddenly burst out of a farmhouse in the middle of the battlefield!
  • Avatar: ......
  • Cynthia: So, what do you think, Father? Which would you prefer?
  • Avatar: 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!
  • Avatar: 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!
  • (Cynthia leaves)
  • Avatar: N-no, wait! Just a moment! *Sigh* ...What have I gotten myself into?

B SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: I am SO sorry, Father.
  • Avatar: 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!
  • Avatar: 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.
  • Avatar: 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?
  • Avatar: 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?
  • Avatar: 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?
  • Avatar: 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!
  • Avatar: 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?
  • Avatar: 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 spending time with me was fun! Riiight? Hey, why don't you come to town with me? We'll spend the whole day together!
  • Avatar: 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 the evening falls we can go caroling and—
  • Avatar: 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!
  • Avatar: Are you even listening to me?
  • Cynthia: You...will remember me, won't you, Father? Even once the Cynthia of this world is born?
  • Avatar: ......
  • Cynthia: You see, I DO understand how this time-travel stuff works. I know you're not my real father. That man exists in another history. So as soon as the me from this time is born, I promise to leave you alone. It's just that...until that happens, I want us to spend as much time together as we can. Then, when you have a proper family, at least we'll still have our memories.
  • Avatar: I... I didn't realize...
  • Cynthia: Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm ever so grateful for this time. You've shown me what it's like to have a father, and you've been so nice to me. But I know that, in the end, your love is meant for the other me.
  • Avatar: *Sniff*
  • Cynthia: Father, are you...crying? Oh, silly! I didn't mean to make you sad... It's nothing to be sad about! Besides, we can't very well have my hero all teary eyed, can we?! I don't want to remember you like this. I want to remember you how you really were. Strong, and kind, and brave... My father, my hero...and my friend.

With Female AvatarEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: COME, FOE! TASTE THE STEELY TANG OF CYNTHIA'S DEADLY BLADE! ...Gah. "Steely tang"? I sound more like a culinary critic than a hero... I AM CYNTHIA! QUAKE IN YOUR SUPPLE, CALFSKIN BOOTS, EVILDOERS! Hey, that's not bad...
  • Avatar: Cynthia? What's all the shouting about?
  • Cynthia: Oh, hello, Avatar! Just practicing my opening line for when we go into battle.
  • Avatar: You do that a lot, don't you? Talk to the enemy, I mean.
  • Cynthia: Of course! That's what heroes do! It's important to make the enemy understand how majestic and heroic I am.
  • Avatar: Look, I love speeches and gallant poses as much as the next soldier. But doesn't that leave you exposed to a sudden strike from a foe?
  • Cynthia: Oh, no. That's against the rules! See, when heroes meet on the battlefield, everyone gets time to deliver their lines. If the foe knows anything about heroic derring-do, they'll wait their turn.
  • Avatar: I don't think our foes give two figs about derring-do. You're far more likely to get a quick dagger between the ribs.
  • Cynthia: B-but war is civilized! It celebrates bravery and honor and all that good stuff. Otherwise, it's just a bloody mess. Otherwise, it's just random slaughter!
  • Avatar: ...I'm sensing a steep learning curve ahead of us here.
  • Cynthia: Look, back in my future, the only foe we ever faced was the Risen. Now, when fighting brain-dead monsters, it's all about survival, niceties be damned. But I'm sure... I just assume that here in the past, things would be more civilized. I mean, war can't ALWAYS be a horrific bloodbath! ...Can it?
  • Avatar: Oh, Cynthia...
  • Cynthia: Well, anyway, I should run. I need to practice my sword flourishes!
  • Avatar: I can't decided if her attitude is admirable or pathetic...

B SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: I AM CYNTHIA! YOUR BLOOD SHALL RUN THICK LIKE SWAMPLAND! ...Ew, no. That's a bit gruesome. I AM CYNTHIA! I FLOAT LIKE A LEAF AND STING LIKE A NETTLE! ...Eh. Too vegetarian. Although it might lull the foe in to a false sense of security...
  • Avatar: Hello, Cynthia.
  • Cynthia: Oh, hi, Avatar!
  • Avatar: Practicing your battle lines again?
  • Cynthia: That's right! Because I still believe in the rules of heroic and gallant fighting.
  • Avatar: Just remember, not everyone follows the rules, or even knows about them. Some people have even less honor than the Risen, in truth.
  • Cynthia: I know what the risks are. But I refuse to give up the idea of civilized combat.
  • Avatar: Do you promise to at least look out for treachery?
  • Cynthia: Hey, stop worrying already! I can take care of myself. I'm a hero, remember? It's my job to rally and inspire our comrades.
  • Avatar: We all know how brave you are, Cynthia. You don't have to take risks to prove it. What good is a hero if she's so foolhardy everyone has to worry about her safety?
  • Cynthia: I hadn't thought about it that way...
  • Avatar: Well, perhaps you should. What say you at least consider toning it down a little? Okay?
  • Cynthia: ...Fiiine. I'll think about it. And sorry if I made you worry.
  • Avatar: She's such a sweet girl, and so innocent . I just hope that doesn't prove her undoing...

A SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Avatar, can we talk?
  • Avatar: Of course, Cynthia. What's on your mind?
  • Cynthia: Well, er, I've been thinking about what you told me...
  • Avatar: You mean about the risks of your heroic posturing on the battlefield?
  • Cynthia: Right, exactly. But see, I still believe in all the chivalrous rules of combat. ...I really don't want to give up striking poses and delivering my battle lines. But I've decided that I'll be extra careful, and only do it when it's absolutely safe.
  • Avatar: And how will you know that?
  • Cynthia: Well, if I'm facing a noble foe who knows the rules, I'll go ahead and do my thing. But if it's a monster or a smelly bandit, I'll just hit 'em in the face.
  • Avatar: That sounds like a fair compromise. Thank you for considering my words.
  • Cynthia: Well, it didn't seem fair not to, after you told me how worried you were. After all, a real hero is someone who can look after herself AND her friends. Imagine if a comrade was hurt because I was busy making the sun glint off my blade! If Chrom was gut-punched because I was yelling about my terrible might! If you were beheaded and quartered, then set aflame, all because I was—
  • Avatar: Okay, okay, I think I have the idea...

With Frederick (Father)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Now then, let's see what the flowers say. Option one, option two, option three...
  • Frederick: 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.
  • Frederick: 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 come racing out of it!
  • Frederick: ...Oh.
  • Cynthia: Option two is to step onto the field amidst a shower of fluttering violet petals...
  • Frederick: ...Ooo-kay.
  • Cynthia: Option three is to suddenly burst out of a farmhouse in the middle of the battlefield!
  • Frederick: ......
  • Cynthia: So, what do you think, Father? Which would you prefer?
  • Frederick: 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!
  • Frederick: 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!
  • (Cynthia leaves)
  • Frederick: N-no, wait! Just a moment! *Sigh* ...What have I gotten myself into?

B SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: I am SO sorry, Father.
  • Frederick: 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!
  • Frederick: 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.
  • Frederick: 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?
  • Frederick: 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?
  • Frederick: 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?
  • Frederick: 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!
  • Frederick: 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?
  • Frederick: 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!
  • Frederick: 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—
  • Frederick: 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!
  • Frederick: Are you even listening to me?
  • Cynthia: You...will remember me, won't you, Father? Even once the Cynthia of this world is born?
  • Frederick: ......
  • 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.
  • Frederick: I... I didn't realize...
  • Cynthia: Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm ever so grateful for this time. You've shown me what it's like to have a father, and you've been so nice to me. But I know that, in the end, your love is meant for the other me.
  • Frederick: *Sniff*
  • Cynthia: Father, are you...crying? Oh, silly! I didn't mean to make you sad... It's nothing to be sad about! Besides, we can't very well have my hero all teary eyed, can we?! I don't want to remember you like this. I want to remember you how you really were. Strong, and kind, and brave... My father, my hero...and my friend.

With Sumia (Mother)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Sumia: We're mother and daughter, and yet we're almost the same age... Kind of a weird feeling, huh? Still, I'm sure we can be friends!
  • Cynthia: Friends? But that won't do at all! You're still my superior. In battle, you mustn't hesitate to issue me orders just like any other soldier.
  • Sumia: But you're NOT just like any other soldier, are you? No, we shall be friends, and you'll speak to me as an equal.
  • Cynthia: Truly? You won't think me too forward? You won't be insulted?
  • Sumia: Of course not.
  • Cynthia: That's a relief! See, I told myself, if there's one person I mustn't annoy, it's Mother!
  • Sumia: ...Am I really so intimidating?
  • Cynthia: Well, in my time, you're a true legend. The most famed pegasus knight of all! There are so many stories of your heroic and terrible deeds. Like when you smashed through the enemy lines to rescue a stricken Chrom?
  • Sumia: Er...did I do that?
  • Cynthia: Or the time you argued with Chrom and slapped him in the face!
  • Sumia: Gods above, I sound like a madwoman...
  • Cynthia: Or the time you went into a blood frenzy and downed friend and foe alike!
  • Sumia: I downed FRIENDS?! That's not heroic at all!
  • Cynthia: The point is, I was raised on such stories, and they gave me strength and inspiration.
  • Sumia: ...I guess I'm going to need to be more selective about which historians I talk to.

B SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Did you see me, Mother? Did you see how I handled that lance?
  • Sumia: Oh, of course I did. I was very impressed.
  • Cynthia: Gosh, what an honor—the seal of approval from the great Sumia herself! Does this mean you'd be willing to help me join the pegasus knights?
  • Sumia: Is that what you want, Cynthia?
  • Cynthia: Yes! In my future, see, the knights had long since disappeared into legend. But I always dreamed of joining them! Swooping through the broad blue skies... Skewering foes with a bloody lance... Cynthia, hero of the pegasus knights!
  • Sumia: Well, I'm not responsible for recruiting, as you well know. However, if Phila were here, I'm quite sure she'd turn you down.
  • Cynthia: Wait, WHAT?! But why?! You just said I was really good with the lance!
  • Sumia: Lance skills alone are not what makes the pegasus knights so formidable.
  • Cynthia: You mean I have to be good with a sword, too? Ooh, or maybe magic?
  • Sumia: If you wish to know the answer, bathe in the waters of the spring.
  • Cynthia: But the spring is...really, really cold. Couldn't we just do flower fortunes?
  • Sumia: No. Now do as I say and go to the spring. You'll find your answer there. You'll have to think long and hard, though. It won't come easy.
  • Cynthia: Why won't she just tell me instead of making me take a freezing-cold bath? *Sigh* Well, if it's not a lance or a sword or magic spells, then... Ah, wait! The axe! Maybe it's all about the axe! ...No, that can't be it. Man, this is a real puzzle...

A SupportEdit

  • Sumia: Well, Cynthia? Have you found your answer yet?
  • Cynthia: Yep. After you posed the question, I thought and thought and thought... But I couldn't think of anything, so I did what you said and bathed in the spring. That's when I noticed my poor pegasus was as dirty as a farm hog! I'd been so busy making MYSELF look grand, I neglected my faithful mount!
  • Sumia: Ah, good. You understand at last. A knight's pegasus isn't some beast of burden or a farmer's mule. She is a partner and ally, and must be cared for as much as a knight cares for herself. ...A lesson which I can see you've learned. Your mount is looking radiant today.
  • Cynthia: Oh, yes! I've started washing and brushing her every day now. I want her to look as fine and proud as your pegasus, Mom!
  • Sumia: Hee hee! Now that will be a challenge. Don't get your hopes up! ...By the by, Cynthia. I had something I wanted to ask.
  • Cynthia: Yes? What is it?
  • Sumia: Our two pegasi seem so similar, don't you think? So similar, in fact, that I'm wondering...
  • Cynthia: Yep! My pegasus is the very same one that you used to ride. When my mother was killed back in my time, her pegasus made its way back to me.
  • Sumia: I see...
  • Cynthia: She told me what Mother said just before she died... "Please, return to Cynthia. Look after her and protect her." She—well, you—sent your pegasus to me so I'd have something to remember you by. All of which makes me feel TOTALLY worse for not taking better care of her! She's been my stalwart friend and ally ever since, but I don't even deserve her!
  • Sumia: Now, now, Cynthia. That's not true. You made a mistake, but you recognize that now. You have lots of time to make it up to her and strengthen the bonds of trust. After all, you're not the only one who ever neglected her pegasus...
  • Cynthia: Y-you used to forget to wash her, too?
  • Sumia: Wash her? Heavens, there were times I forgot to FEED her! Once I even tried to pluck out some wing feathers to make myself a fancy hat.
  • Cynthia: Good grief!
  • Sumia: My point is, you still deserve to be her friend, even if you forget to wash her. She loves you far too much to desert you just for that. I've seen how happy she looks, swooping across the sky with you on her back.
  • Cynthia: Truly? I'm so relieved to hear it... Oh, Mother, I can't thank you enough. You've taught me so many things that I didn't have a chance to ask about before. You really are everything the legends say! ...Well, maybe a bit more clumsy, but...

With Gaius (Father)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: I am SO sorry, Father.
  • Gaius: 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!
  • Gaius: You roped Sumia into helping you with this ridiculous project?
  • Cynthia: Of course! We wanted to do something special for our dear father and husband! But you DID look really dashing and heroic out there in the field! ...At least, you would have, if anyone could have seen you in that blizzard of petals.
  • Gaius: In any case, there are to be no more entrance flourishes. Understood?
  • Cynthia: Aww, but I had SO many more wonderful ideas! ...Can I at least pick a special catchphrase for you to shout at the start of battle?
  • Gaius: Cynthia! War is a serious 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?
  • Gaius: Gods, Cynthia, don't be silly. You don't have to make such an effort to think of fun things for us to share. Just spending time with you is enough for me.
  • Cynthia: Truly? Just...being together is enough?
  • Gaius: Of course.
  • Cynthia: Oh, Father! You're SUCH a great guy! It's no wonder Mother fell in love with you! Even if you're just being polite, you're doing it because you like me! You're the BEST!
  • Gaius: Unnngh... Cynthia... D-don't hug...so tight... Can't b-breathe... C-crushing...ribs...

A SupportEdit

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

With Henry (Father)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Now then, let's see what the flowers say. Option one, option two, option three...
  • Henry: Uh, 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.
  • Henry: Sorry, 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 come racing out of it!
  • Henry: Wowzers!
  • Cynthia: Option two is to step onto the field amidst a shower of fluttering violet petals...
  • Henry: ...Ooo-kay.
  • Cynthia: Option three is to suddenly burst out of a farmhouse in the middle of the battlefield!
  • Henry: ......
  • Cynthia: So, what do you think, Father? Which would you prefer?
  • Henry: Well, they all sound pretty crazy, but ...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!
  • Henry: 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!
  • (Cynthia leaves)
  • Henry: N-no, wait! Hang on, Cynthia! Heh. All right, then...

B SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: I am SO sorry, Father.
  • Henry: I should hope so! 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!
  • Henry: 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.
  • Henry: *Sigh* In any case, 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?
  • Henry: Cynthia, as fun as it is to slay our foes, 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?
  • Henry: Aw, heck, Cynthia, don't be silly! You don't have to knock yourself out trying 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?
  • Henry: Yep.
  • 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!
  • Henry: 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?
  • Henry: 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!
  • Henry: What—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—
  • Henry: 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!
  • Henry: Um, are you even listening?
  • Cynthia: You...will remember me, won't you, Father? Even once the Cynthia of this world is born?
  • Henry: ......
  • 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.
  • Henry: I guess I didn't realize...
  • Cynthia: Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm ever so grateful for this time. You've shown me what it's like to have a father, and you've been so nice to me. But I know that, in the end, your love is meant for the other me.
  • Henry: Well, heck... *sniff*
  • Cynthia: Father, are you...crying? Oh, silly! I didn't mean to make you sad... It's nothing to be sad about! Besides, we can't very well have my hero all teary eyed, can we?! I don't want to remember you like this. I want to remember you how you really were. Strong, and kind, and brave... My father, my hero...and my friend.

With LucinaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: There you are, Lucina! I've been looking for you!
  • Lucina: Did you need something, Cynthia?
  • Cynthia: I wanted to ask you a little favor.
  • Lucina: If it's within my power, I am happy to assist.
  • Cynthia: I want you to buddy up with me!
  • Lucina: Buddy...up?
  • Cynthia: If we put our heads together, we could come up with some killer team attacks! Like the Dual Grim Fandango! Or the Twin Butt-Kick of Doom!
  • Lucina: I'm afraid such techniques aren't my style. I try not to attract undue attention on the battlefield, as a rule.
  • Cynthia: But nailing a really flamboyant move would be a guaranteed morale booster!
  • Lucina: Whose morale would be boosted, exactly?
  • Cynthia: All of us! I mean, this is YOU we're talking about. You're Lucina! Daughter of the big cheese! EVERYONE wants to see you kick heinie!
  • Lucina: You really think morale would be boosted if I "nailed a flamboyant move"?
  • Cynthia: I'm shocked you even have to ask! You're like a shining ray of hope for us. Both as Chrom's kid AND a fighter! And with such a heroic role comes a responsibility to inspire your allies. A single word or action from you could turn the tide of an entire battle!
  • Lucina: I suppose that does make a certain amount of sense...
  • Cynthia: Which is EXACTLY why we need to get cracking on those moves!
  • Lucina: ...Very well. If doing so will help to cheer on the others, I'll begrudge no effort. I must admit this is a bit outside my purview, but I will try my best.
  • Cynthia: This is gonna be GREAT! Okay, so leave everything to me. I'll come up wih all your poses and victory lines and all that!
  • Lucina: Poses and...victory lines?

B SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: I hope you came prepared, Lucina. Today, we create our killer team moves!
  • Lucina: I shall do my best.
  • Cynthia: Hey, you need to loosen up! This isn't math class or whatever. You just need to remember the three As: aesthetics, appearances, and acrobatics!
  • Lucina: I believe aesthetics and appearances are the same thing.
  • Cynthia: Yes! Which is why it's DOUBLY important you start worrying about them!
  • Lucina: ...What exactly would you have me do?
  • Cynthia: Okay, so first of all, you have to start waving Falchion around a lot more. You know how it sometimes lights up, right? We can't NOT use that. It's too awesome!
  • Lucina: I cannot make my blade shine at will, Cynthia. Furthermore, I'm not sure it's appropriate to use Falchion as a prop in this pageantry.
  • Cynthia: I TOLD you, this is to raise your allies' morale!
  • Lucina: Are we conjuring mystical light purely for dramatic effect? ...Then it's pageantry.
  • Cynthia: You're just saying that because you're still feeling bashful. But it's part of a leader's job to stand up and make inspiring speeches, right? Chrom does it all the time. Do you think he lets a little embarrassment get in his way? This is the same thing, except with boring ol' words replaced by glowing swords!
  • Lucina: ...It still feels like I'm being badgered into this. Which is why it's so frustrating that what you say holds to a curious sort of logic.
  • Cynthia: Okay, so I'm gonna pretend that's a compliment and just get on with things. Anyway, here's a diagram of the first maneuver I came up with.
  • Lucina: So then... We both jump into a full spin... We cross paths in midair... You shout "Shooting Stars!" as I begin to swirl my hair in a figure-eight pattern... ...And we're to do all this in actual combat?!
  • Cynthia: Yup! So we'd better get practicing!
  • Lucina: I stand corrected. This isn't pageantry—it's a sideshow from a traveling circus.

A SupportEdit

  • Lucina: Er... C-Come forth...light of justice?
  • Cynthia: You're not selling it! What happened to the bold warrior-goddess Lucina I know? You're fearless in combat—how can you be afraid of a few lines of dialogue?!
  • Lucina: I'm sorry. It's just... It IS rather embarrassing.
  • Cynthia: Only because you're not putting your heart into it!If you really belt it out, you'll be surprised how convincing it sounds! It's called "method acting", and it's all the rage among theater folk nowadays.
  • Lucina: If you say so...
  • Cynthia: Trust me, I've been doing this all my life. Now, did you rehearse—er, train for the part where you land and Falchion glows? The timing is really key here. Fwoomp, THEN zing! It's got to be perfect.
  • Lucina: It's proved even more difficulty than I thought, I'm afraid. Forgive me.
  • Cynthia: Yeah, but the glowing sword thing is kind of central to this move. ...Riiiiight?
  • Lucina: But it's not as though the light serves any actual purpose in the attack.
  • Cynthia: You know, maybe it's that defeatist attitude that's keeping Falchion from lighting up!
  • Lucina: I'll thank you to avoid such accusations.
  • Cynthia: Okay, then think of it like this...
  • Lucina: *Sigh* Yes...?
  • Cynthia: My mother used to tell me a story as a girl. One set in the age of the great King Marth. There were three sisters who were pegasus knights, and unrivaled in battle or beauty!
  • Lucina: It sounds like a typical enough cradle tale so far...
  • Cynthia: When faced with a great challenge, they joined three as one for their Triangle Attack! By harnessing their combined strength, they were able to slay any enemy!
  • Lucina: Any foe?
  • Cynthia: They say even the most fearsome foe fell before the Triangle Attack! And every team attack since has been an attempt to recapture that awesome power!
  • Lucina: Hmm... Well, if it truly holds such practical potential, it does seem worth mastering...
  • Cynthia: And I'm nothing if not practical, right? Now, back to making your sword glow!
  • Lucina: Right, then. Maybe this won't be such a waste of time after all!
  • Cynthia: I knew you'd come around eventually! Now, the first step is getting to a point where you can make Falchion glow at will.
  • Lucina: If that's what it takes to arrive at a powerful new attack, I shall spare no effort!
  • Cynthia: Listen to you! I don't know about the others, but MY morale is through the roof! This is so hero-y! The only thing we're missing now is some epic music! We are the best...team...ever! Dum dum duuuuuum!
  • Lucina: Come forth, light of justice!
  • Cynthia: Again! More intensity!
  • Lucina: COME FORTH, LIGHT OF JUSTICE!

With Lucina (Sister)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: This place is a mess! I really should straighten up more...often... Is that a... AAAAAAAAAUGH!
  • Lucina: Gods, I've never seen Cynthia run so fast! Are we under attack?! Cynthia! What happened back there? ...Are you all right?!
  • Cynthia: L-Lucinaaa!
  • Lucina: Breathe, Cynthia. Calm down and tell me what happened. You have nothing to fear now that I'm here.
  • Cynthia: B-b-bug! A bug!
  • Lucina: ...A bug? ...As in...an insect?
  • Cynthia: As in a huge, freakish nightmare, with gross, hairy legs... It's HORRIBLE!
  • Lucina: You're telling me all of your screaming and flailing was over an INSECT? *sigh* I thought the Risen had come. You could have sent the camp into a panic.
  • Cynthia: AAAAAH! It's back! And it can fly?! S-stay away! Don't come near meee!
  • Lucina: Come now, I don't see what all the fuss I— EEEEEEK!
  • Cynthia: See? SEE?! It's the stuff of nightmares! Now hurry up and kill it! Kill it with fire magic or something!
  • Lucina: Oh, no—I'm not going near that thing! It's HUGE!
  • Cynthia: WHAT?! What happened to having nothing to fear now that you're here? How are you gonna save the future if you can't even smoosh one stupid bug?
  • Lucina: Those two things are not related in the slightest. And how do YOU plan to be a big hero if you're scared of a bug?
  • Cynthia: I'd sooner die a craven than touch that horrid thing! Look, you're the older one! You do it! Father told you to protect your little sister, didn't he?
  • Lucina: Er, well, I suppose he did... *sigh* All right, I'll...do something about it.
  • Cynthia: I knew I could depend on you, Lucy! Three cheers for the once and future exalt!
  • Lucina: ...You're a royal, too, you know? It wouldn't kill you to show a bit more spine.
  • Cynthia: Hey, now's your chance! It just crawled into a corner behind that shelf!
  • Lucina: It's too dark. I can't see it...
  • Cynthia: You should light up Falchion. Then once you spot it, ker-STAB!
  • Lucina: Falchion isn't some common pitchfork, Cynthia! It's a blade of legend!
  • Cynthia: All right, all right!. Sheesh... I'm sorry I... AHHHHH! It's flying again! It's flying!
  • Lucina: As formidable a foe as it may be, I won't allow it to set a single hairy leg on you!
  • Cynthia: Go, Lucina, go! GET HIM!
  • Chrom: What in the name of...? What are you two doing in here?!
  • Lucina: F-Father?
  • Cynthia: Father!
  • Chrom: Honestly, you two. All that commotion over a silly insect? What were you thinking?!
  • Cynthia: Sorry...
  • Lucina: I'm sorry, Father...
  • Chrom: Just see that it never happens again.
  • Cynthia: Figures he would be the one to get it. He's unshakable.
  • Lucina: It's true. Although he was a lot less calm when it came to scolding us...
  • Cynthia: Aw, are you still down about that? I actually had a lot of fun. I can't remember the two of us ever getting in trouble like that before. It felt like... I don't know, like we were a normal family for a second there.
  • Lucina: Heh. I confess, it did have its moments...

B SupportEdit

  • Lucina: ...Cynthia.
  • Cynthia: Mmm?
  • Lucina: You know what I'm about to say, don't you?
  • Cynthia: Um... Be sure to wash Falchion after I'm done cutting this apple?
  • Lucina: DON'T use Falchion to cut apples in the first place, you dolt!
  • Cynthia: Eep! S-sorry! I'm sorry!
  • Lucina: You had best be more than just sorry... That sword is a national treasure of Ylisse and a final memento of my father. Would you use the last earthly remembrance of your dead father to cut FRUIT?! You've shamed the weapon that built your very homeland!
  • Cynthia: Well, you've seen for yourself how big the apple is. And with no other knives around... B-besides, I've barely ever touched the sword before. I dunno, I...I got curious.
  • Lucina: ......
  • Cynthia: So, um, a-are you... Yeah, you're mad.
  • Lucina: You've never held Falchion before?
  • Cynthia: Not really, no. In the future, you always kept it by your side. And since we've been back here, I've maybe moved it from tent to tent once or twice.
  • Lucina: Then we don't know if you have the potential to wield it.
  • Cynthia: Wait, it takes a special person to use it?
  • Lucina: I see there is much you do not know. This blade was forged with Naga's power and steeped in the exalt's bloodline. Only a select few are able to wield it, even among the Ylissean royal house.
  • Cynthia: Yeesh, talk about picky. But I'm not surprised you're one of them, Lucina.
  • Lucina: You may well be another, Cynthia. I'm mortified we've come this far without ever putting it to the test.
  • Cynthia: Hey that would be totally heroic and awesome if I could use it! Cutting down foes with a mystical sword is pretty much the best thing ever!
  • Lucina: Mostly I'm ashamed I never stopped to consider it. If you are, in fact, among Falchion's chosen, that is knowledge we need. There may come a time when it proves necessary for you to take it up.
  • Cynthia: What, like if you're busy?
  • Lucina: Like if I'm dead, Cynthia. Having someone able to wield it even after I'm gone would be a considerable asset. We must use any means at our disposal to ensure the future is saved. Now let's go put it to the test.
  • Cynthia: ......
  • Lucina: Cynthia?
  • Cynthia: Aw, forget it. There's no way the sword would choose someone like me.
  • Lucina: You don't know that until you try. You yourself just said you wished you were able to wield it. So let's—
  • Cynthia: I said NO! I'm not doing it! Don't make me... Don't make me practice for your death, Lucina!
  • Lucina: ...I understand how you feel, but we must be practical about this. We cannot afford to lose this war. No matter what happens or who dies.
  • Cynthia: You think I don't know that?! But it's not... It's just not that simple for me, all right? What, are you planning to leave me, too? First my parents and now you?
  • Lucina: Not by choice, Cynthia. Never by choice. ...But there are no guarantees in war.
  • Cynthia: And that's supposed to make me feel better?! If it means you dying, I don't want anything to do with Falchion! And if you make me try, I'll only use it to chop up more apples, so there! This is pointless. I'm leaving.
  • Lucina: Cynthia... She sure is stuck on this whole apple business...

A SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Lucina, is this, uh... Do you have a minute?
  • Lucina: What's wrong, Cynthia? Why the serious face?
  • Cynthia: I want you to help me see whether or not I can wield Falchion.
  • Lucina: Huh? You were so dead set against it. What changed?
  • Cynthia: I did, I suppose. I thought about everything you said... About how we need to win this war by any means necessary. I was running away from that truth and from my duty as a child of the exalted bloodline. But like you said, we need to be practical about this. ...So will you help me?
  • Lucina: Of course. I'll make the necessary preparations immediately. All right. I want you to strike at that log as if it were the enemy. If you lack the potential to wield Falchion, its blade will be dull as a stone. You will scarce knock the bark off your target. However, if you are among the blade's chosen, the log will be cleft in two.
  • Cynthia: ......
  • Lucina: Here. Take Falchion.
  • Cynthia: All right... Here we go... Hey, wait. What am I going to do if this DOES work? ...No, I'll worry about that later. No more doubts. This is a part of my duty... Here I go! RrrAAAGH! ...... ...Huh? I didn't feel anything.
  • Lucina: ...The log is unscathed. I'm sorry, Cynthia. It seems you've not been chosen to wield Falchion.
  • Cynthia: ......
  • Lucina: Don't take it too hard. This doesn't change who you are. You're still my sister, a daughter of Chrom, and a princess of Ylisse. Don't let this—
  • Cynthia: ...Pffft. Heh heh ha ha ha!
  • Lucina: Cynthia?!
  • Cynthia: Ah ha ha ha, I'm s-sorry, it's just... I was so worked up, I... I totally missed! I missed the log! Ah ha ha, what a riot!
  • Lucina: ...Heh. Heh heh. *ahem* Do try to be serious, Sister. You're making me laugh... *Sigh* I suppose we both got a little too wrapped up in this whole Falchion matter. It wound up souring the air between us, almost as if we'd been quarrelling. I far preferred that night we got in trouble for the giant bug...
  • Cynthia: Oh, me too! ...Though at least this helped me firm up my resolve. Not doing what I can out of fear that the people I love might die is just...cowardice. If something should happen to you, I swear to keep fighting to the bitter end. But I still have no intention of letting that happen. The pain is too much to imagine. So let me protect you. It's the least your sister can do!
  • Lucina: I fear I, too, was running. I was afraid to make you a promise. But no more. I swear to you, here and now, that this war will not claim me. I refuse to leave you all alone, Sister, nor allow any harm to come to you. We will survive this together. We will forge a future of our own making.
  • Cynthia: It's a promise!
  • Lucina: So it is sworn on Falchion. ...Oh, blast! I completely forgot that I'm on cooking duty tonight. Sorry, but I must be going.
  • Cynthia: Ah, wait! Lucina, you forgot Falchion! ...So much for not leaving me all alone. Guess it's just you and me, Falchy. How's about one more swing for the road, seeing as I'll likely never touch you again? Hrrngh... YAAAAH! ...... ...Yup. Once again, total whiff! You'd just better do a damned good job of looking after my sister, you got that? If Lucina dies, you're getting demoted to royal fruit knife. Don't think I won't do it! ...All right, well, better get you back to her.
  • Chrom: ...Hmm? What's this log? Was someone training? Hmm, split perfectly in two. I've never seen such a clean cut before...

With OwainEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Owain: Ho! Cynthia!
  • Cynthia: Oh, hi! Did you need something, Owain?
  • Owain: Nothing so grand. I just hadn't seen you for a while. I miss my Justice Cabal companion!
  • Cynthia: Ha! I remember when we used to play Justice Cabal as kids! Remember how I always played at being Beano the Barbarian Queen? Hee hee!
  • Owain: Ha ha! I never did understand where you got that name! Good times... So, uh, what're you up to now?
  • Cynthia: That's classified information, mister.
  • Owain: Aw, come on. You can tell me. I'm in the Justice Cabal!
  • Cynthia: Okay, fine. But this is just between us! So I'm trying to plan a dramatic entrance for our next battle. Something...heroic.
  • Owain: Well, if you're going to be a hero, there's only one real option... Wait until your friends are on the brink of defeat, then show up and smite the enemy! There's nothing more heroic than a big comeback.
  • Cynthia: That's terrible! I can't do that!
  • Owain: Why not? A hero always shows up at the last minute. It's in the job description.
  • Cynthia: No, it's not! A real hero is there the whole time, tirelessly defending her allies!
  • Owain: Noooo, I'm pretty sure a hero has to show up and save everyone at the very end. ...Huh. Weird. We always agreed on this kind of stuff before.
  • Cynthia: Maybe that's what happens when you grow up?

B SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Hey, Owain. Do you remember what we talked about before?
  • Owain: The perfect heroic entrance? Sure!
  • Cynthia: Well, I've been thinking about what you said, and it still feels wrong. You want me to wait and appear at the end, but what if someone needs me? What if they get hurt? Or...worse?
  • Owain: That's the whole point! You come swooping in just before anyone gets hurt!
  • Cynthia: But what if you're too late?
  • Owain: Just don't let it happen. Situational analysis is a basic part of heroism.
  • Cynthia: Mmm, it's still a risk. I think I'd rather just be there from the beginning.
  • Owain: Yeah, but you know what? Even if the worst DOES happen, I'd still be heroic! I'd slowly walk up the crumpled body of my comrade... I'd stoop low and gently brush their bloody and matted hair from their face... And I'd say...
  • Cynthia: Yes? Yes?
  • Owain: BY THE GODS, I SHALL AVENGE YOU! And then, clutching their lifeless form tight, I'd burst into flames!
  • Cynthia: You'd what?!
  • Owain: I become death incarnate! Friend and foe alike fall before my rampage! Driven mad by grief, I am an unstoppable engine of blood rage and destruction!
  • Cynthia: Geez, Owain! Have you gone batty?! And a hero should protect people, not go on crazy rampages!
  • Owain: By the time I regain my senses, it is already too late... A ravaged land scratches before me, its soil stained red with blood. I stand in silence, alone, with only the horror of my thoughts for company...
  • Cynthia: Owain? Hey, Owain! Snap out of it!

A SupportEdit

  • Owain: So! You wanna hear how the story ends?
  • Cynthia: You mean the one where you go crazy with grief and kill everyone? I'm not sure I wanna hear how that one ends, honestly...
  • Owain: It's not going crazy! ...It's me entering Avenger Mode. AAAAANYWAY... I continue to be wracked with guilt and rage over my actions! I fall into Avenger Mode again and again, always regretting it, but powerless to resist. The stench of blood never leaves my crimson-stained hands.
  • Cynthia: You know, I've been meaning to tell you there's nothing heroic about this story.
  • Owain: But then a heroine appears to stop my tortured onslaught! It's...Cynthia! Cue the harps and bells!
  • Cynthia: Hey! I want no part of this!
  • Owain: The strong but fair Cynthia will stop at nothing to end my mad reign of terror! And end it she does, though she pays the ultimate price...
  • Cynthia: Wait—I DIE?!
  • Owain: Your selfless sacrifice teaches me to quell my rage and control Avenger Mode. With that lesson forever in my heart, I become an inexorable force for justice. ...And that's the origin of Owain Dark, Avenging Avenger of Justice!
  • Cynthia: Wait a second! Go back to the part where you kill me!
  • Owain: Ah ha ha! Sorry, Cynthia. I got carried away by my own awesomeness! Man...maybe I should write novels. You know, once the war is over.
  • Cynthia: Just make sure I stay alive long enough to read them, all right?

S SupportEdit

  • Owain: Hey, Cynthia?
  • Cynthia: Hey, Owain. You need something?
  • Owain: Remember when we were talking about what makes a hero?
  • Cynthia: Sure. You become the Dark Justice Avenger or whatever, and I take a dirt nap.
  • Owain: No, not that. I mean when we were talking about making a heroic entrance.
  • Cynthia: Yeah, what about it?
  • Owain: Did you ever come up with anything yourself?
  • Cynthia: I'm going to charge headlong into the fray while shouting something awesome! Like, "Mine is the blade that shall cleave the dark in twain!" Or...you know. Something.
  • Owain: Nice! I'm thinking now I'll do the same! But maybe say something like... "I am peaceful by nature, but all who threaten my friends will know pain!" You know, just to keep with the whole Avenging Avenger angle.
  • Cynthia: Wait, hold on. You'd do the same thing? You'd charge headlong into the fray?
  • Owain: Well, the dialogue is a lot different, but yeah. I'm going to charge in.
  • Cynthia: Really? What changed your mind?
  • Owain: I've been thinking about this a lot since you brought it up, you know? I mean, why did we dream about becoming heroes in the first place?
  • Cynthia: Probably because we heard all the stories about our parents.
  • Owain: Right! And now that I'm here, I have a chance to keep them safe. I can't do that if I hang back and wait, so I'm going to follow your lead. ...Heh. It was still fun coming up with that story, though.
  • Cynthia: I know. It reminded me of when we were kids. I miss those days.
  • Owain: Yeah, me too... Say, Cynthia? You know, maybe we could... Um, if you wanted... I mean...
  • Cynthia: Hmm?
  • Owain: Do you want to get together, Cynthia?
  • Cynthia: Huh? But we're already together! ...... ...Oh. Oh! You mean TOGETHER together!
  • Owain: Well...yeah. I mean, I like you more than anyone I know and... I think I always have.
  • Cynthia: I don't know, Owain. I never...I never thought about it quite like that. It wouldn't be boring, that's for sure.
  • Owain: So is that a yes?
  • Cynthia: ...Yeah! Let's do it! But one condition: no more sacrificing me in your stories. Got it?
  • Owain: By the mighty axe of Hector, I swear it will be so! We shall be legends fit to rival even our parents!
  • Cynthia: Legends or no, as long as we're together every step of the way!

With InigoEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Inigo: *Sigh*
  • Cynthia: What's wrong, Inigo? No, wait! Lemme guess. You got shot down by another pretty girl, huh?
  • Inigo: Actually, she was GORGEOUS! And for such a beautiful young creature, she certainly packed a mean left hook... I think I just need some time alone. ...Well, that and some ice.
  • Cynthia: With all the practice you get, you'd think you'd have better luck hitting on women.
  • Inigo: Ha ha, very funny. I'm thoroughly amused. You just wait. I know what went wrong. I'll nail it next time for sure!
  • Cynthia: That's the spirit! Buck up, little camper! You're no fun when you're all mopey.
  • Inigo: Someone's bound to pick up on my rugged charm and roguish good looks eventually. I just have to hang in there until then.
  • Cynthia: Now you're talkin'! Wooooo! (Talkin' a bunch of nonsense...)
  • Inigo: Sorry, did you say something?
  • Cynthia: Who, me? Not this girl, no sir-ee. Nuh-uh. Nothin'. Anyway, I'm glad you're feeling better. You just stay there and practice smiling while I find you some ice.

B SupportEdit

  • Inigo: Ugh, my ears are still ringing... I'll grant that the kick to the shins was warranted, but she didn't have to yell!
  • Cynthia: Wheeew! This is the heaviest batch yet! ...Oh, hey, Inigo. How goes it? Any luck with the laaadies?
  • Inigo: Does this look like the leg of a lucky man, Cynthia?
  • Cynthia: Ouch. That's quite the bruise there. ...Well, we all have our off days. Or our off...every days.
  • Inigo: I don't need you to twist the knife! Just let me lick my wounds in private.
  • Cynthia: Aw, I'm sorry, Inigo! I didn't mean it like that, I promise.
  • Inigo: Enough. Let's talk about you for a change. What's all that you're carrying?
  • Cynthia: Um...cake, mostly. I think? These girls in town just started giving me gifts, but I haven't had the time to look.
  • Inigo: Girls? Cake? Gifts? Girls? Town? ...GIRLS?!
  • Cynthia: It was so weird! I was just walking along when they started running up to me! Kept wishing me luck and staying I was their idol or something. I dunno.
  • Inigo: Oh, right, sure. You dunno. Cakes and girls just fell out of the clear blue sky. ...DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW JEALOUS I AM RIGHT NOW?!
  • Cynthia: Hee hee! Well, it does feel pretty good. I won't lie.
  • Inigo: I guess I can see why girls like you. What with that dashing heroine thing you're got going on.
  • Cynthia: I guess? I'm not really sure.
  • Inigo: All those girls...fawning over you... I'd give anything to have that happen to me.
  • Cynthia: Aw, don't get all weepy on me again. You gotta knuckle down and man up! Here, eat some cake. You'll feel better.
  • Inigo: ...Mmmrph! Thanks, Cynthia. I still feel pathetic, but I appreciate the sentiment.
  • Cynthia: Yay! Now get some sugar in you and climb back up on that love horse!

A SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Phew, I think this haul sets a new record! If I eat all this by myself, I'll explode...
  • Inigo: Hello, Cynthia.
  • Cynthia: Ah, Inigo! Off to woo the ladies again?
  • Inigo: On my way back, actually. ...Don't ask how it went. That's quite the gift basked you've got. Accosted by another pack of feral fans?
  • Cynthia: What can I say? They love me. You want some more cake?
  • Inigo: I'm not really in the mood, thanks. ...Now, tell me. What's your secret? How are you so irresistible to girls? I like to think I'm rather charming, and my looks are nothing to sneeze at...
  • Cynthia: Maybe they smell the desperation. Why does it matter so much to you?
  • Inigo: What do you mean?
  • Cynthia: I mean, why do you feel a need to flirt so much? Would it kill you not to have a throng of screaming girls pining for you?
  • Inigo: I don't—Hmm... It's not a logical thing that draws me to the ladies. It's more like instinct.
  • Cynthia: Instinct, huh? Well, I can't speak for other girls, Inigo, but I find you pretty entertaining. You've been a good friend since we were young, and I like you a lot. Plus, I know you've got a good heart, despite all the...leering. So that's gotta count for something!
  • Inigo: I appreciate that, but—
  • Cynthia: I'm not the only one, you know. Lots of folks here like you! So maybe don't let a chicken walk on your lip every time a girl turns you down, eh?
  • Inigo: Don't let a chicken...? No, you're right. Thank you. No more moping, I promise.
  • Cynthia: Good! Now let's have that smile!
  • Inigo: You always knew how to drag it out of me. And now I'm going to put it to use! There's got to be a lonely beauty around here somewhere!
  • Cynthia: Go get her, tiger!

S SupportEdit

  • Inigo: Hey, Cynthia. You, uh... You got a minute?
  • Cynthia: You're all quiet. What's wrong? Are you sick or something?
  • Inigo: Sorry, I just... I wanted to ask... You remember a little while ago, when you said you liked me? You mean that you like me because we've been friends since we were kids, right?
  • Cynthia: Um, kind of, yea. But I mean... Wait, what's this about?
  • Inigo: I keep thinking about it. ...What you said, I mean. I think that... Um... I think I'm in love with you, Cynthia. And not just flirty one-time love. This is...real.
  • Cynthia: ...What?!
  • Inigo: I know it's probably impossible to take me seriously, given my record. But I had to tell you anyway, because... I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want us to get old and gray together.
  • Cynthia: .....
  • Inigo: Heh... It's all right. I figured as much. Who could fall for the guy who's always whining about striking out with other girls?
  • Cynthia: Um... I could...
  • Inigo: Yes, I understand. No hard— Wait, what?
  • Cynthia: I've liked you since forever, Inigo. Ever since we were kids. And it always tears me up to see you sad. That's why I always cheer you on with...you know. Girls?
  • Inigo: R-really?
  • Cynthia: I mean, yeah, it made me super mad to watch you hit on every girl but me... But me being mad is still better than you being sad. ...At least, I think so.
  • Inigo: Cynthia, I'm sorry... I was such a fool! I had no idea I was doing that to you this whole time. Oh, how could I not have seen it?!
  • Cynthia: Hee hee! Then there's to the start of a new future together!
  • Inigo: A future where the two of us are happy forever!
  • Cynthia: A future where you don't talk to any girl but me!
  • Inigo: No, of course... ...Not?
  • Cynthia: Was there a question mark at the end of that sentence, Inigo?
  • Inigo: Um...no?
  • Cynthia: There! You just did it again! And why are you backing away from me?!
  • Inigo: I, uh... Natural...self-preservation...reflex?
  • Cynthia: Inigo! You get back here THIS INSTANT!
  • Inigo: Sorry, my love! You'll always be my number one! But there are so many other lovely numbers out there!

With BradyEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Hmm... No, that can't be it...
  • Brady: You all right there, Cynthia?
  • Cynthia: Hmm? Oh! Yes, sorry, Brady. It's just that the strangest thing's been happening lately.
  • Brady: Oh yeah?
  • Cynthia: Someone keeps coming to my aid in battle.
  • Brady: That don't sound so strange. We all help each other out, yeah?
  • Cynthia: Yes, but this is...different. If I'm hurt, a vulnerary will drop out of the sky in front of me! Or an enemy will be thundering toward me and get knocked off their horse by a rock!
  • Brady: Y-yeah, that's...strange, all right. Never heard that one before...
  • Cynthia: I know, right?! I'm going to track down whoever is doing it during the next battle.
  • Brady: No, don't! ...... I mean, uh, don't you think that's kind of unnecessary? They're helping you, right? Maybe they just wanna be...I dunno? All anonymous-like?
  • Cynthia: Hmm... You're right in that many heroes prefer to operate in secret...
  • Brady: Don't do it... Don't do it...
  • Cynthia: Sorry, what? I can't quite make out what you're mumbling over there.
  • Brady: Me? H-heck, I ain't sayin' nothin'! ...I'm just tired. ...That was a yawn. 'Sides, how are you going to track down your hero with no clues? And even if you find 'em, what then? You know what they say about gift horses.
  • Cynthia: But I've always wanted to discover a hero's secret identity! Hmm... Perhaps I can narrow it down a bit... It has to be someone in camp, right?
  • Brady: Oh, I dunno. Could be anyone, really. Either way, fretting over it ain't gonna give you any answers. You oughta just say boo to the whole thing and be done with it.

B SupportEdit

  • Brady: Heya, Cynthia.
  • Cynthia: Oh. Hello.
  • Brady: Something wrong? You're usually...louder.
  • Cynthia: Remember what I told you before? About my secret protector?
  • Brady: Er, someone's been helping you out in combat and whatnot, right?
  • Cynthia: Well, ever since then, they've been awfully clever about covering their tracks.
  • Brady: Y-yeah? How do you mean?
  • Cynthia: Well, they always show up just when I'm in danger, right? And I figured that was the perfect time to catch a glimpse! So lately, whenever I was in trouble, I started looking around wildly!
  • Brady: That seems like a really terrible idea...
  • Cynthia: So in the last battle, I look over my shoulder and see a huge wall of smoke... And then, while I'm watching, a stone comes flying out and hits my enemy! My protector is using smoke screens! That is SO COOL!
  • Brady: Yeah, that's... That's wild. Ha ha...ha.
  • Cynthia: It's like they're just hell-bent on remaining anonymous.
  • Brady: Certainly sounds like it...
  • Cynthia: But why the need for secrecy if we're both fighting for the same side? Honestly, the more they hide, the more I want to discover who it is!
  • Brady: Like I said, as long as they're helpin', it don't really matter, right?
  • Cynthia: Of course it matters, silly. I need to know who to thank!
  • Brady: But what if they ain't lookin' to be thanked?
  • Cynthia: Every hero should be recognized for outstanding heroic deeds! That's item four of the Justice Cabal code.
  • Brady: I, uh... I ain't familiar with that one.
  • Cynthia: All right then. Next time I see smoke, I'm going to charge right into it!
  • Brady: You got rocks in your head! What if it's just a fire?!

A SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Ooh, Brady!
  • Brady: Wh-what? Didja find somethin' out?
  • Cynthia: Yes! ...Wait, how did you know? And why do you look so suspicious?
  • Brady: H-hey! I can't help it! I was born with this ugly mug, all right?
  • Cynthia: Ha ha! Sorry, I didn't mean any offense.
  • Brady: So, what did you find out?
  • Cynthia: Oh, right! Remember my phantom helper out on the battlefield?
  • Brady: The one with the smoke screen?
  • Cynthia: It was Lissa!
  • Brady: ...Oh. Really?
  • Cynthia: ...That's it? I thought you'd be shocked. I mean, she's not exactly a likely suspect.
  • Brady: No, I... I guess she's not.
  • Cynthia: I asked her why, and she said it was because I'm a danger to myself! Can you believe that? Talk about rude! And who is she to talk? She's so spacey, she could outstare a statue!
  • Brady: You're kind of a matched pair that way. Makes sense you'd help each other out.
  • Cynthia: Hey! Don't you start, too!
  • Brady: Sorry! Sorry...
  • Cynthia: Mostly I'm just glad the mystery is solved. It's been plaguing me for ages!
  • Brady: Er, but it's only been happening for a week or two at the mo—
  • Cynthia: Oh, shoot! I forgot I promised to help with the supply run! Gotta dash! Bye!
  • Brady: Er, see you later! ...Cynthia.
  • (Cynthia leaves)
  • Brady: And she thinks Lissa's the spacey one? Oh man, that's fresh! ...Well, at least she bought the ruse. Looks like I owe Lissa a dinner.

S SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Brady?
  • Brady: What's wrong, Cynthia?
  • Cynthia: I owe you an apology.
  • Brady: What? Why?
  • Cynthia: Lissa told me. ...The truth, I mean.
  • Brady: ...She did what?! Th-then you—
  • Cynthia: Know that it was really you helping me all those times? Yes, I know.
  • Brady: I told her not to say anything! Why'd she have to open her big yap?!
  • Cynthia: It's not her fault, really! I started quizzing her about all her secret hero moves, and she just cracked.
  • Brady: Ya see? She did open her yapper, then! Ooh, I'm gonna have me a few words with that stool pigeon!
  • Cynthia: Honestly, it's your fault for picking her. I mean, she's not exactly the type to take secrets to the grave, is she?
  • Brady: ...Yeah...maybe not.
  • Cynthia: So I just want to know why, Brady. Why be my anonymous savior?
  • Brady: Aw, horse pucky. I ain't nobody's savior. I just couldn't stand to watch you chargin' around all reckless and stuff. You were bound to get hurt, and I couldn't bear to see it. You're like a little sister to me, Cynthia. Ya know?
  • Cynthia: A sister? Oh, that's unfortunate. See, because...I don't think of you as a brother.
  • Brady: Um... Yeah, well, ya know what? Just forget I ever said—
  • Cynthia: I was glad when I heard it was you. I like you, Brady...a lot. Like...a lot a lot. Knowing that the man I like had been watching over me made me... Well, it made me really happy.
  • Brady: I'm sorry, Cynthia. I...
  • Cynthia: No, I'M sorry! I didn't mean to... I dunno. Say all that, I guess.
  • Brady: Ah, nuts, Cynthia! All that sister stuff was a bunch of hooey! I'm crazy for ya. Always have been! That's why I shadowed ya. I mean, sure, I wanted to keep you safe... But mostly I just wanted to be near ya, and I didn't have the guts to say it.
  • Cynthia: Oh, this is the best day ever! I get the real answer to the mystery, PLUS the guy I like!
  • Brady: Heh, it's a pretty good day for me, too.

With SeveraEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Get busy dying, or get busy dying MORE! ...That's my best victory catchphrase yet! I can't wait to use it! Hmm... But do I shout it before the killing blow or after? ...Ooooh! Or DURING?! Oh my gosh, this is going to be so great!
  • Severa: Oh, gods. Nerd alert. Just make sure I'm not around when you start yelling like a maniac, all right?
  • Cynthia: Did you come here just to be a jerk?
  • Severa: Just appreciating the irony of your situation is all. The more you embrace your "hero" bit, the more of a loser you are.
  • Cynthia: That is so totally not true! Heroes are completely awesome! And it's also none of your business!
  • Severa: Oh, you poor girl. Don't you know that everyone in camp is ashamed of you?
  • Cynthia: Nuh-uh! I get compliments all the time!
  • Severa: That's called pity. They're trying not to hurt your pathetic wittle feewings.
  • Cynthia: At least I HAVE feelings! You don't get it because you're emotionally stunted! A cynical ice queen like you can't possibly fathom the awesomeness of a real hero! Y-you're a villain! ...A supervillain, even!
  • Severa: If having no patience for your sad little fantasies makes me a villain, so be it. ...Meh. I'm bored of making fun of you now. Go back to playing your little games.
  • Cynthia: I will! Good day! And good riddance!

B SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Cry justice into the dark of night, and it will echo back, "Cynthia!" Any who would face divine judgment, step forward and meet my blade! ...Yes! Nailed it! That's a total keeper!
  • Severa: As in, keep out of sight? ...Keep secret forever? ...Keep being a big fat loser?
  • Cynthia: Keep being a huge jerk! What's wrong, jerk? Did you run out of flies to pull the wings off of?
  • Severa: Don't flatter yourself. I was just passing by. ...I should keep walking before someone sees us talking and gets the wrong idea.
  • Cynthia: I wish you would! You're like a dark cloud that just floats around raining on people. I don't think I've ever heard a single nice thing come out of your mouth!
  • Severa: All part of being a...what was it again? A cynical little ice queen? If I played along with your sorry delusions, what sort of villain would I be? Yes, I'm afraid you're stuck with me. Mwah ha ha ha ha!
  • Cynthia: That DOES it! I demand a duel!
  • Severa: ...Wait. YOU are challenging ME?!
  • Cynthia: Name your terms, villain! I'll outrun, you, outfence you, or even outEAT you! Whoever loses has to apologize to the winner!
  • Severa: I'm sure you could win the eating contest easily...
  • Cynthia: Ha! You talk a big game, but that's all you are—a big bag of hot wind. A supervillain like you wouldn't have the guts to face me in a fair fight!
  • Severa: I was going to take pity and spare you the humiliation, but so be it. You're on, loser! I hope you're ready to be crushed like a cockroach!
  • Cynthia: Ha! Now that's a lame line if I ever heard one! So what'll it be? Name your challenge. Pick anything you like. Doesn't matter to me. I'm better than you at everything!
  • Severa: Destroying you at any single event wouldn't prove the spectacular gap in our skills. I'll take you up on all three of the tests.
  • Cynthia: ...Er, all three?
  • Severa: That's right! Unless you want to go ahead and concede now?
  • Cynthia: N-not on your life! I'm going to enjoy grinding you into the dirt!
  • Severa: Hah! Now who sounds like a villain? Maybe you should drop the prissy little hero act and join me on the snarky side...
  • Cynthia: Never!
  • Severa: Then I guess you stop dreaming up catch-phrases and start drafting that apology. You'll be needing it soon! Mwah ha ha ha!

A SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: ...I'm impressed you showed up.
  • Severa: Oh, I wouldn't miss it. I'm looking forward to that apology.
  • Cynthia: Yeah? Well I'm looking forward to... Uh... Showing you that justice always prevails!
  • Severa: Ugh, whatever. It always comes back to that with you, doesn't it?
  • Cynthia: A hero's fate is to see justice done. Meanwhile, villains like you are fated to get kicked around by us heroes!
  • Severa: Well, since you seem so full of energy, we'll start with a foot race. Keep up if you can!
  • Cynthia: Ha! I'll leave you in the dust!
  • (Scene transition)
  • Cynthia: *Gasp* *pant* How were you...able to keep up?
  • Severa: *Huff* *gasp* "Keep up?" I was...in the lead!
  • Cynthia: What?! *wheeze* That's...ridiculous!
  • Severa: *Gasp* This whole...duel is ridiculous... One challenge down, and we're no closer to a resolution than when we started. On to round two!
  • Cynthia: Swordplay, was it? As you wish... Have at you!
  • (Scene transition)
  • Severa: *Smack* Oh my gosh, what?! That hurt, you lunatic! No one cares if YOUR ugly face gets ruined, but I'M pretty!
  • Cynthia: *Bop* Yowch! Your insults don't hurt as much as these dumb wooden swords!
  • Severa: Okay, time out! I'm exhausted!
  • Cynthia: What say we recuperate with a little snack, hmm? On to the eating competition!
  • (Scene transition)
  • Severa: Urrrrrp! S-so stuffed... C-c-can't...eat...another...bite...
  • Cynthia: D-don't...talk...about food... C-can't...even...move...
  • Severa: I think we tied again. This is stupid! Three rounds and we STILL don't have a winner! I don't even care anymore! I'm completely wiped. I'm not moving another inch today.
  • Cynthia: Ugh, me too. Let's just forget the whole thing.
  • Severa: I always thought you were just a loser with big loser fantasies... But you've actually got guts...and heart.
  • Cynthia: And I guess you're not just an emotionally stunted ice queen. You've got fire in your belly. I could maybe even learn from you.
  • Severa: We're kind of a weirdly matched pair, huh? How about I let you call the duel a draw and we try being friends?
  • Cynthia: Let me, huh? Ooooh, so generous! But when you think about it, our mothers were friends as much as they were allies. Maybe we were fated to be the same all along.
  • Severa: I'm too tired to think about fate.
  • Cynthia: Ha ha, I'm barely keeping my eyes open here, too. I say we take a nap, then go for a cup of tea.
  • Severa: Deal... But I get to...pick the... Zzz...
  • Cynthia: Ha ha. You fell asl... Zzz...

​​With GeromeEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Heya, Gerome!
  • Gerome: .....
  • Cynthia: No, I'm over here! Yoo-hoo! You're going the wrong way!
  • Gerome: *Sigh* What do you want?
  • Cynthia: I don't want anything. I'm just wondering if you're free to chat?
  • Gerome: No, I'm not.
  • Cynthia: Really? Great! 'Cause I'm anxious to know what you think the perfect hero looks like. For example, you could say she—or he—is lovely and powerful and graceful, right? Or that everyone admires her! ...Or him. I suppose it could be a him. Anyway, I'd love to get your opinion on the whole matter. You're very hero-like yourself, especially given that cool, dark demeanor and all.
  • Gerome: I'm leaving. ...Don't follow me.
  • Cynthia: No, Gerome, wait! I'm not done! I'm not...done. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear he was trying to avoid me.

B SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Hey, Gerome! Can we, already? Pleeeeease?
  • Gerome: Do what?
  • Cynthia: Have our hero chat, of course!
  • Gerome: I never agreed to such a thing. ...I have nothing to say.
  • Cynthia: Liar! Remember when we were kids? We'd talk for hours and hours!
  • Gerome: We're not children anymore.
  • Cynthia: I know. But remember when you told me I looked all strong and graceful like a hero?
  • Gerome: ...I said that?
  • Cynthia: Oh, yeah! All the time, actually! I'd love to hear you say it again. Hee hee! It sent a thrill down my spine when you'd tell me how wonderful I was! I love that about you!
  • Gerome: W-wait! You love me?!
  • Cynthia: Well, sure, we grew up together , right? We're the bestest of pals, aren't we? I loved it when you told me I'm a hero! ...And graceful and beautiful and smart.
  • Gerome: Oh. Right. Of course. I knew that.
  • Cynthia: So, come one! Make with the flattery!
  • Gerome: ...... We are not children anymore!
  • Cynthia: Aw, geez. Don't tell me... Does he hate me now...?

A SupportEdit

  • Gerome: I shouldn't have done it. It was cruel.
  • Cynthia: What was cruel?!
  • Gerome: Gyah! ...H-how long have you been hiding there?!
  • Cynthia: Oh, I've been here forever! You would have noticed too, if you weren't so completely lost in thought. If I was a foe, I could have lopped off your head without you ever realizing it.
  • Gerome: Yes, but in battle, I would be much more dilig—
  • Cynthia: Don't forget, you're a proper hero now! You can't afford to let your guard down. ...It just looks bad.
  • Gerome: Who said I was a hero? Apart from you, I mean.
  • Cynthia: Oh, Gerome, you don't have to be so modest. I love you anyway!
  • Gerome: Y-you love me?
  • Cynthia: Yeah, of course I do, silly. Anyway, that's not why I came to talk to you. I have a question for you. A very important question.
  • Gerome: Hold! Return to the part about lo—
  • Cynthia: Do you hate me?
  • Gerome: What? ...Why do you ask?
  • Cynthia: Because, it sometimes feels like you're trying very, very hard to avoid me.
  • Gerome: ...... I find you difficult to be around.
  • Cynthia: *Gasp* No... Oh, I knew it...
  • Gerome: I'm not finished. You have always been a perpetual ray of sunshine in my life. But sometimes, a man like me wishes to draw the curtains and sit in the dark.
  • Cynthia: ...Like a troglodyte?
  • Gerome: Please don't misunderstand me. I don't dislike you. Your good humor raises people's spirits and dispels the horrors of war. You are a shining beacon of hope, reminding us there can be a better future. You light the fires of optimism and inspire us to keep striving.
  • Cynthia: Gosh. You make me sound so...important. More of this please! But wait...I guess if you think that, you can't possibly hate me. ...Right?
  • Gerome: None of your comrades dislike you, myself included.
  • Cynthia: Phew! That's a relief! Thanks, Gerome! We'll talk again soon, I promise.
  • Gerome: W-wait! My point was that I do not want to talk!

S SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: *Rustle, rustle* *Scratch, scratch, scratch* Oh, hey, a peanut! *munch, munch* La da dum de dooooo... Oooooh, I wish I was a hammer! ♪ I'd hammer all day loooo—
  • Gerome: Stop fidgeting! We're on guard duty. ...You need to stay alert.
  • Cynthia: Vigilant! Right! That's me! ...Got it. ...... See, it's just that I can't stop thinking about when we were kids. Remember how we'd go into the woods and play Justice Cabal?
  • Gerome: ...Vaguely.
  • Cynthia: There was that time I pretended to be a paladin and killed all those evil goblins... You said I looked truly heroic, even though the goblins were only snapdragons.
  • Gerome: You don't forget anything, do you? Perhaps it's only fair that I tell you...
  • Cynthia: Tell me what? ...Is something wrong? Ohmigosh, there IS something wrong! This is what I've been worried about! Don't leave me hanging! Go ahead! Say it!
  • Gerome: When I confessed I wasn't comfortable around you, I...lied. Or at least, I wasn't clear about the real reason why...
  • Cynthia: Wait, so it's not that I'm too bright and cheerful? ...Then what is it? Maybe I can fix it or change it so you don't totally hate me anymore.
  • Gerome: Gods' bread! I don't hate you! You're just difficult to be around. ...Because of my vertigo.
  • Cynthia: You mean, like, your being afraid of heights?
  • Gerome: Do you remember teaching me to fly when we were young?
  • Cynthia: Yeah, sure! You were so scared of heights you couldn't ride a wyvern! So I took you on my pegasus, and we flew and flew until you weren't afraid anymore. Hee hee! That was so much fun! I haven't thought about that in ages...
  • Gerome: I had hoped to never think on it again...
  • Cynthia: So, wait. You hate me because I know your secret weakness?
  • Gerome: No! That's not it at all! ...Well, maybe it is. Partly, at least. I have been...desperate to impress you, and yet you've already seen me for a fool.
  • Cynthia: No way! ...You were trying to impress ME?!
  • Gerome: Is that so unbelievable?
  • Cynthia: Gerome! I'm crazy about you! Why do you think I keep bugging you all the time?!
  • Gerome: I...I had always thought...that it was just because we were childhood friends.
  • Cynthia: Well, there is that, but a girl doesn't hang on your every word for old time's sake! Really, how can someone so wonderful be so darn thick? ...Heh. Well, look. Now that we've cleared the air, we can start fresh.
  • Gerome: Yes! I suppose we can! First order of business: what's the best look for a heroic couple...?

With Morgan (Male)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: I am Cynthia, Vanquisher of Evil! My sword has judged you and found you wanting! ...Heh. Nice. I'm totally using that next time out.
  • Morgan: You seem as chipper as ever, Cynthia. I feel energized just watching you.
  • Cynthia: Hey, if I've got anything to offer, it's pep! Belting out catchphrases and awesome hero speeches always gets me going.
  • Morgan: So that's your secret, is it?
  • Cynthia: Yup! If you're ever feeling worn down, I can't recommend it highly enough. Hey! You should try it right now!
  • Morgan: All right, maybe I will! Let's see... I am Morgan, the,um, unwavering light that makes bad guys...really sad!
  • Cynthia: ...Well?
  • Morgan: Hey, that does feel good! I bet with a little bit of practice, I could really get used to this
  • Cynthia: Oh, yay! It's always great to find someone who appreciates the art of heroism.
  • Morgan: Heh, it does seem like we're something of a matched pair.
  • Cynthia: And that means it's up to us to keep the speeches coming till everyone is energized!
  • Morgan: Look out, world! I'm gonna shout at you until I'm hoarse!

B SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Hrmmm...
  • Morgan: Mmm? Cynthia?
  • Cynthia: Do they really? But that would mean...
  • Morgan: Is everything all right?
  • Cynthia: Oh. Hi, Morgan.
  • Morgan: I don't think I've ever seen you this drained. Is something on your mind?
  • Cynthia: No, I'm... Well, yes, actually. Lately, it seems like the others have all been...staring at me.
  • Morgan: Er, you mean more than usual or...what?
  • Cynthia: Well, I'm used to them watching, but not...you know...staring. It's been happening when I give heroic pep talks. People always look, but...
  • Morgan: ...But?
  • Cynthia: But whenever I do it lately, people just stare. A lot. And hard. It's like they're boring into my soul with twin javelins of shame and regret.
  • Morgan: Oh, that's just your imagination, I'm sure.
  • Cynthia: No it's not. They pity me, Morgan! They're all embarrassed for me! And so now that 's all I can think about. I can't even fight anymore! Seriously, I almost got stabbed by a blind codger on a horse the other day...
  • Morgan: Then I propose a little experiment.
  • Cynthia: Oh?
  • Morgan: If your heroic boldness is too much for them, why not try acting meek? In our next battle, take the field as a quiet, demure Cynthia. Then watch their reactions and draw conclusions from the experience.
  • Cynthia: Yeah, but...what will that tell me?
  • Morgan: If they're fed up with how rambunctious you are, they'll be glad you quieted down. But if they like your usual peppy self, they'll be clearly worried about you.
  • Cynthia: Geez. I'm not even sure I even know how to act demure.
  • Morgan: Just think about your mother. Try to act as she would.
  • Cynthia: All right. I'll give it a try!
  • Morgan: Wonderful! We'll have your answer in no time, I guarantee it!

A SupportEdit

  • Morgan: Hey, Cynthia.
  • Cynthia: ...Morgan.
  • Morgan: So? How goes it? Have you mastered acing meek and demure yet?
  • Cynthia: ...Yes. ...... ...I have.
  • Morgan: Er, right. You know, I'm not sure that's actually how demure works. Maybe you just need a little more time? Yes, I'm sure that's it!
  • Cynthia: ...No. That isn't... ....... ...necessary.
  • Morgan: I can actually feel myself growing old waiting for you to finish a sentence. I'm starting to think this was a bad idea.
  • Cynthia: What? No way! I practiced really hard! Look, I'll even show you my demure face! Mmmmrrrrgggghhh...
  • Morgan: ...Please stop that. Er, all this aside, though, how have the others reacted to this new you?
  • Cynthia: Aw, it was really sweet! they were all very concerned. They kept coming up and asking me what was wrong.
  • Morgan: Oh?
  • Cynthia: Oh yeah! People were all running up and shouting at me and stuff! "What is wrong with you, Cynthia?!" "You look upset, Cynthia!" "Why do you keep making that horrible face, Cynthia?" So if what you said is true, that means they all miss the old perky me, right?
  • Morgan: Er... R-right! I'm sure that's what they meant. They all want you to be yourself. Your happy, energetic...very loud self.
  • Cynthia: Yay! It's such a relief to know for sure! Oof, all that worrying had my stomach in knots. But now that it's over, I'm hungry! You wanna grab something to eat? I think they have pottage today!
  • Morgan: Sure. It must be hard to be energetic on an empty stomach, after all.
  • Cynthia: I know, right? Come on, let's go!
  • Morgan: ...Yeesh. Between the pauses and that face, it's no wonder people thought her ill. I doubt it had anything to do with her missing pep and verve. ...Not that I could tell her that without breaking her heart, though... Ah well. At least she's smiling again!

S SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Morgaaaan!
  • Morgan: Um, hi?
  • Cynthia: You're not...hiding anything from me, are you?
  • Morgan: Wh-what makes you say that?
  • Cynthia: Oh, please. It's written all over your face!
  • Morgan: I really have no idea what you—
  • Cynthia: The REAL reason everyone was worried when I was acting demure—out with it!
  • Morgan: ...Ah. That.
  • Cynthia: I knew it! You knew I was wrong, and you just let me believe it! You said everyone's concern about me meant they missed the old me! You lied to me!
  • Morgan: It wasn't a lie! It was a... I mean, I... Wait, how did you come to the conclusion that the others didn't miss the old you?
  • Cynthia: Someone asked if I was feeling better, and I said yep, and then they said... "Good. The funny talking had us worried it was permanent brain damage." "You've always been crazy, but this time we worried you'd finally snapped." This is your fault, Morgan! I made and even bigger fool of myself than before!
  • Morgan: I'm sorry, Cynthia. Really, I am. I didn't mean to lie.
  • Cynthia: Then why did you?
  • Morgan: Because I missed the old you! The crazy girl with all the speeches and moves! So others may not get it. So what?! They were still concerned for you. But me? I just missed you. You, Cynthia! I think you're awesome!
  • Cynthia: Morgan...
  • Morgan: I love your energy, Cynthia! I love your heroic nature! I...I love YOU!
  • Cynthia: ...You what?
  • Morgan: I only realized it once you were gone. Er, once you went demure, I mean. But once it happened, I didn't know how to tell you without hurting you. And then, when you changed back, I didn't want to change your mind about why. So I didn't. I was a coward and I just...hoped everything would work out.
  • Cynthia: ...I forgive you.
  • Morgan: ...Y-you do?
  • Cynthia: I looked like a fool, and you just confessed that you're in love with me. I think that evens the ol' embarrassment scales, don't you?
  • Morgan: Cynthia...
  • Cynthia: Yes, it may have been embarrassing... But in the end, I'm glad it happened.
  • Morgan: Really?
  • Cynthia: Yes. ...Because it led me to someone who really loves me for who I am. I hope you know what you're getting into. I can be kinda loud sometimes.
  • Morgan: Heh...I kinda noticed. But I'd have it no other way! *Ahem* By the mighty sword of Morgan, I shall love you forever!
  • Cynthia: Hey, that was actually pretty good!

With Morgan (Female) (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A 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*
  • Cynthia: Aw, come on, Morgan. Don't cry.
  • Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
  • Cynthia: Morgan...
  • Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
  • Cynthia: What's wrong?!
  • Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.
  • Cynthia: Take all the time you need, dear. I'll help out however I can!
  • Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.

With Morgan (Female) (Sister)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Morgan: Let's see here... Birthday? May 5... Favorite colors? Blue and purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat...
  • Cynthia: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?
  • Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though...
  • Cynthia: Morgan!
  • Morgan: Oh! Cynthia?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own sister paying a visit! Did you need something?
  • Cynthia: Just wondering what you were chanting over there... You practicing some new magic incantations or something?
  • Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha ha! I can just imagine...
  • Cynthia: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as ever...
  • Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does sound...right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being my sister hasn't really clicked.
  • Cynthia: If you think it's strange for you, imagine how I feel... My kid sister starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about herself... I had no idea how to even interact with you. It was pretty rough, but I got used to it.
  • Morgan: Heh, yeah... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, selfless girl!
  • Cynthia: Heh, and so humble as well... In any case, I'm glad to help you get those memories back however I can. Someday soon I bet we'll be able to laugh about the old times—now included!
  • Morgan: Heh, right!

​B SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Whew! Another long day of combat... I'm bushed. Think I'll hit the hay ear...ly? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!
  • Morgan: Nn...nngh...
  • Cynthia: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?!
  • Morgan: ...Wha—?! Cynthia! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't even remember feeling tired... Oh, right! I was bashing that huge tome against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad...
  • Cynthia: Bashing your... Morgan...why in the WORLD would you do that?! Wait, are you trying to get your memories back?
  • Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it...
  • Cynthia: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun, you nitwit! Look, I know you want your memories back, but please... Don't do anything reckless.
  • Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.
  • Cynthia: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me you're family. In the future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I had, Morgan... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.
  • Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Cynthia.
  • Cynthia: Just as long as you understand.
  • Morgan:...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me messing up and you scolding me felt... I don't know, it felt really plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!
  • Cynthia: You...really think so?
  • Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep on yelling! C'mon, scream at your amnesiac sister, Cynthia!
  • Cynthia: I... I'm not really comfortable with—
  • Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.
  • Cynthia: Good night, Morgan...

​A SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town. Want to come along?
  • Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?
  • Cynthia: I might pick up a couple of things, yeah. But mostly I think there's something YOU need.
  • Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?
  • Cynthia: The opposite, really. Maybe there's no need to worry about your memories.
  • Morgan: That...makes no sense.
  • Cynthia: I'll be honest—it does hurt to know you've forgotten me. But...maybe it's better to build new memories than to worry about the old ones.
  • Morgan: What do you mean?
  • Cynthia: I've been thinking about this a lot. Why you might have lost your memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you couldn't bear to keep. ...I know I've got a few. I see a lot of faces, you know? People we couldn't save...
  • Morgan: ...... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Cynthia...
  • Cynthia: Look, this is just a theory, and even if it is true, it's not like you did it consciously. But I do think that getting your memories back might not necessarily be a good thing.
  • Morgan: Hmm... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought... But I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure there'll be plenty of great memories mixed with the bad ones. And the truth, whatever it is... I really want to have that back, you know?
  • Cynthia: Well, if you're sure, then I'm happy to help.
  • Morgan: That's really kind of you, Cynthia, but do you truly realize what you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.
  • Cynthia: I'm already stuck with you forever, you goof. I'm your sister! We're family—memories or no. You couldn't keep me away.
  • Morgan: Cynthia, I... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!
  • Cynthia: Then start by coming with me into town.
  • Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories back.
  • Cynthia: Hey, there's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you try. And there's certainly no rule against making some happy new memories, either. You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later.
  • Morgan: Right... You're right! Thanks, Sis!

With YarneEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Yarne! How's it going this fine— Hey, why the long face?
  • Yarne: Have you come here to chew me out like everybody else?
  • Cynthia: What? Why would I do that? And wait, why would THEY do that? What did you do?
  • Yarne: It's what I didn't do, which is fight. In case you didn't notice, I spent most of the last battle running and hiding. They have every right to be mad at me. Frankly, I'm surprised you aren't.
  • Cynthia: What, is that all? Why would I be mad?
  • Yarne: Huh? You mean...you're not?
  • Cynthia: Come on, I'm not the type to hassle someone for something like that! I walk the hero's path—I defend the weak by defeating the wicked! So I can't very well get MAD at the weak, now can I? You're fine just as you are. Besides, without cravens like you, I'd be out of a job!
  • Yarne: H-hey! That's not... Oh, who am I kidding. Yes I am. Mostly, I'm just surprised to hear you say I'm all right the way I am. You're the only one who thinks so. So, yeah. Thanks.
  • Cynthia: Aw, come on, buddy. Smile! As a hero, I'm not allowed to leave the scene until you're wearing a grin.
  • Yarne: R-right. I'll try.

B SupportEdit

  • Yarne: I still can't stop the trembling... Why does war have to be so scary?
  • Cynthia: Hey, it's Yarne! Aww, are you down again? What happened this time?
  • Yarne: Same as always... Whenever I stare down an enemy, my legs just lock up on me. Heh heh... Pathetic, isn't it? I'm always shouting about how I'm the last taguel, and how I can't afford to die, but... The reality is that I'm just a big chicken. Bawk, bawk.
  • Cynthia: Hey, combat can be scary even for the best of us! But if that's who you are, just accept it! We weren't all born to be fighters.
  • Yarne: But I WANT to fight! I'm tired of feeling so pathetic. Everyone else is fighting with everything they've got, and I'm still turning tail.
  • Cynthia: Well then, if you want it that bad, maybe you can work through the fear.
  • Yarne: You think I haven't been trying to do that this whole time?
  • Cynthia: Well, maybe you've been doing it wrong! I bet I know a way!
  • Yarne: What is it?
  • Cynthia: You should become a hero!
  • Yarne: A...hero?
  • Cynthia: Yeah! A hero just like me! I mean, I'm still in training myself, but you could join me! It'll be totally great!
  • Yarne: Sounds like a tall order for a coward...
  • Cynthia: Pffft! All you have to do is stand up to evil and help anyone who needs helping. If you follow those two rules, anyone can become a hero!
  • Yarne: Just because it's simple doesn't mean it's easy... The heroes you hear bards sing about have fought in hundreds of epic battles.
  • Cynthia: You've got at least a few under your belt already, and there's plenty more to come. All you need is the will to act!
  • Yarne: You really think I can be a hero? Just...poof? Just like that?
  • Cynthia: If you believe it, ANYTHING is possible!
  • Yarne: Well...a positive outlook and a goal certainly wouldn't hurt... And it's not like I could get any LESS brave...
  • Cynthia: Great! Then from now on, you'll be my faithful ward! With enough work, I might even promote you to sidekick!
  • Yarne: Er, that sounds like...a deal?

A SupportEdit

  • Yarne: Ah, Cynthia!
  • Cynthia: What's up, Yarne?
  • Yarne: I just wanted to thank you.
  • Cynthia: For what?
  • Yarne: That talk about heroes.
  • Cynthia: I should be thanking you! I always wanted a ward. How's it going, anyway?
  • Yarne: Well, I decided it was a little ambitious to just charge into battle like a true hero. That's why I decided to start with baby steps.
  • Cynthia: Explain yourself, ward!
  • Yarne: I was in town the other day, and I saw this scrawny kid getting picked on. I stopped the bullies from their deeds and gave them a stern talking to. And they actually thanked me!
  • Cynthia: ...Wait, who thanked you? The ne'er-do-wells?
  • Yarne: Yeah! It was the strangest thing. They all said that what I did was "really great, man." I didn't know how to react... But I can see the appeal of doing this sort of thing. The adulation is addictive!
  • Cynthia: Ah ha ha ha! I bet you're already a full-fledged hero to those kids!
  • Yarne: This must be how heroes are born... People decide to do what's right, and then their actions trickle down to all. I know I'm still holding everyone else back in combat, but I'm going to fix that! I want to be someone those kids can look up to and admire!
  • Cynthia: Ha ha! You have the gist of it, ward! Just remember, as a hero it's also your job to keep a smile on everyone's face.
  • Yarne: Er, right! I'll...work on that part.
  • Cynthia: Ha ha! Keep this up and I might let you borrow the justice wagon!

S SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Hail, Bunny Boy!
  • Yarne: Er, what?
  • Cynthia: You haven't heard? That's what they're is calling you!
  • Yarne: People are calling me that? But people don't even know I exist!
  • Cynthia: Well, all the kids in town sure do! At first I wasn't sure who they were talking about. But when you think about it, there's only one guy who fits that description.
  • Yarne: You really think they mean me? I had no idea.
  • Cynthia: My little ward's all grown up into a sidekick! I couldn't be more proud! ...Even if you HAVE been upstaging me lately.
  • Yarne: Um, I don't think—
  • Cynthia: Then why don't I have a nickname yet? Huh? Every kid in town was singing praises of Bunny Boy, ally to all!
  • Yarne: Ally to all, huh...? I... I am Yarne, avenger of the taguel and ally to all! Have at you, demon! See if you're brave enough to face Bunny Boy! ...Was that too goofy?
  • Cynthia: Are you kidding? That was amazing! I got chills, Yarne! But that's so unfair! I want a title! I want to give awesome entrance speeches, too!
  • Yarne: I always thought they were silly, but it actually feels pretty good. But this isn't about speeches or praise! It's about making a world safe for all...
  • Cynthia: Wow, you ARE getting good at this!
  • Yarne: And I want... I want to be your hero, too, Cynthia! I want to fight for the future together! I want to stay by your side!
  • Cynthia: Er, you mean as a sidekick, right? Or is this...
  • Yarne: Um, no. This would be...the other thing.
  • Cynthia: Oh my gosh that would be even MORE amazing!
  • Yarne: R-really? Then, you don't mind...?
  • Cynthia: You're totally my hero right now!
  • Yarne: I am? Yeeeeees!
  • Cynthia: You can be my hero, and I'll be yours! And then together we'll be everyone else's! We're going to become a legendary crime-fighting duo! ...But wait, I'm gonna need a name.
  • Yarne: Er, I don't think you quite understand the gravity of my propos—
  • Cynthia: I've got it! I am Cynthia, the... the Pigtailed pugilist! No, wait! The Pigtailed PUNISHER!
  • Yarne: Heh. Well, you wouldn't be you if you weren't a little up in the clouds... Come, my faithful companion! Let's go serve up some hot justice together!

With LaurentEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Laurent: Cynthia? A word, please.
  • Cynthia: What is it, Laurent? You look even grimmer than usual.
  • Laurent: I wish to speak with you about today's training exercises.
  • Cynthia: Here to tell me what a bang-up job I did? Yeah, I was pretty proud of myself.
  • Laurent: I came to inform you that you were drifting ahead of everyone during the march.
  • Cynthia: I wasn't drifting, I was executing the Twelve-Point Hero Spinner of Doom! It's my new superpower move, so I was trying it out to make sure—
  • Laurent: Please take due precaution to ensure you keep pace with the rest of us.
  • Cynthia: It's called initiative! Look it up sometime!
  • Laurent: It makes you a prime target for snipers and also inconveniences the entire army.
  • Cynthia: I'm tougher than I look, you know? And I already look pretty tough.
  • Laurent: Confidence is meaningless if it leads to wanton hubris. True confidence must—
  • Cynthia: Okay, okay! Just stop...saying stuff. I'll try to be more careful. Sheesh!
  • Laurent: —account for many factors, including the spatial relationship of units, as well as... Er, Cynthia? I wasn't done.

B SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Ah... Another day's training done! ...Which means it's just about time for Laurent to show up with his midday lecture. That guy just will NOT let it go! Seriously!
  • Laurent: Ah, good. Here you are.
  • Cynthia: ...Oh. Yippee.
  • Laurent: Do you have a moment, Cynthia? I'd like to inquire as to why you continue to ignore my counsel.
  • Cynthia: ...Yup. Riiight on time.
  • Laurent: ...I'm sorry. I don't understand.
  • Cynthia: I mean I've heard this dumb lecture a bazillion times and I'm tired of it!
  • Laurent: If truly you wish for me to desist, you need only to agree to my reasonable requests. Caution and cooperation are paramount to any successful military collective. The unit stays close so it can aid individual members and better function as a whole. Thus are victories won. And even knowing this, you still insist on outracing the vanguard and charging in. I'm starting to fear this isn't a valid tactic, but instead a juvenile desire for glory.
  • Cynthia: Is anything I'm doing really hurting anyone? No, it isn't! Everyone's fine! ...And I've done nothing that isn't befitting a true hero.
  • Laurent: This army needs soldiers. It does not need heroes. Such antics disrupt the group dynamic and serve no use whatsoever on the battlefield.
  • Cynthia: How dare you say I'm no use in battle!
  • Laurent: That is not what I said.
  • Cynthia: Yes, you did! You've been saying that this whole time!
  • Laurent: If that is how you interpret my words, I will not attempt to dissuade you.
  • Cynthia: You won't? Why not?
  • Laurent: Because I will do whatever it takes to make you stop acting like a selfish child.
  • Cynthia: Oh, that's it, buster! That is IT! I've done a LOT more for this war effort than you, Mr. Smarty-Pants! I don't have to take this!
  • Laurent: Everything I'm saying is out of concern for your safety.
  • Cynthia: And I'm saying that my safety is none of your stupid business! So leave me alone!
  • Laurent: Cynthia! Hold! So be it. If that is your wish, I am happy to comply.

A SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: ...... Aw, maybe I was a little too hard on him. Laurent's stubborn, but he means well. ...Whoops! Forgot we were in the middle of a training exercise. Time to focus!
  • Laurent: C-Cynthia! Hey!
  • Cynthia: ...Hey? I don't think I've ever heard Laurent say hey bef—
  • Laurent: Watch out!
  • Cynthia: Watch out for wha—? Aaah!
  • (Cynthia falls)
  • Cynthia: ...Huh? Geez, that was a hard fall. So why didn't it hurt?
  • Laurent: Nngh...
  • Cynthia: Laurent?! Oh my gosh, I didn't see you there!
  • Laurent: Apparently not... You were staring off into the distance when the army began marching. You were nearly run over by a ballista.
  • Cynthia: Ooh, I'm sorry! Are you all right? Can you stand?
  • Laurent: I'm perfectly fi—NNGH! ...Perhaps not.
  • Cynthia: Don't force it! Wait right here—I'll get a stretcher!
  • (Scene transition)
  • Cynthia: Well? Feel any better?
  • Laurent: Some minor pain persists, but I am at least ambulatory once more. The healing spell has done its work. Time will do for the aches.
  • Cynthia: Oh, good... Look, I'm really super sorry. I wasn't paying attention.
  • Laurent: It's all right.
  • Cynthia: No, it's not all right! I've been a big dumb jerk, and you got hurt because of it! I was too busy shouting about how I was going to become a hero to listen. If I'd followed your advice, you wouldn't be stuck here right now.
  • Laurent: I'm sorry as well, Cynthia. I know how important your aspirations are to you. I ought not to have spoken so dismissively about them. I was being stubborn.
  • Cynthia: It's fine.
  • Laurent: I suppose I'd grown desperate to make you listen. You're strong, and brave, and many of the others look to you as a leader. You're too important to be taking unnecessary risks, however minor. I spoke as I did because we can't afford to lose you, Cynthia.
  • Cynthia: Well, I promise to listen from now on. Double hero promise, in fact.
  • Laurent: Perhaps I ought to have had you dislocate my hip sooner.
  • Cynthia: I said I was sorry!

S SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: *Sigh*
  • Laurent: Is something wrong, Cynthia? You seem enervated. You barely touched your plate at dinner. Are you feeling well?
  • Cynthia: Forget about me. How are you? Is your hip all right?
  • Laurent: The pain is negligible now. It poses no obstacle to daily life or combat.
  • Cynthia: I'm still really sorry...
  • Laurent: I believe the numerous apologies I have already received made that clear.
  • Cynthia: Yeah, but still. You busted your hip because my big booty fell on you.
  • Laurent: Your posterior is not of such ample size that it shattered my bones, Cynthia. And for my part, I was glad you fell atop me.
  • Cynthia: What? Why?
  • Laurent: Because it allowed me to be hurt in your place. Men of most cultures enjoy some fantasy of saving the woman they love, yes? True, I'd hoped it to take place in a combat setting, but this served the purp—
  • Cynthia: Wait, what?! Back up a step!
  • Laurent: Did you wish me to speak more about the cultural implications of—
  • Cynthia: No! Back up to the part about the woman you...love.
  • Laurent: Oh. I see. You did not realize that... Oh my. I thought it clear that my persistence was born from concern for your well-being. If I was more adamant than normal, it's because I care for you all the more.
  • Cynthia: I... But then... Holy smokes. B-but I said all those horrible things to you!
  • Laurent: I accept those as the emotional outbursts that they were intended to be. However, there is one favor I might ask of you in return...
  • Cynthia: Wh-what?
  • Laurent: I would ask you to take me as your husband.
  • Cynthia: Laurent, you're a smart guy. Take one look at me and tell me what you think.
  • Laurent: Mmm... Fluttering eyelashes... Fingers twisting through hair... I surmise that your answer is in the affirmative?
  • Cynthia: YES! I love you!
  • Laurent: Oh, happy day!

With NahEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: Perfect! There you are!
  • Nah: Did you need something?
  • Cynthia: As a matter of fact, I do need one teensy-weensy favor!
  • Nah: And what might that be?
  • Cynthia: Could you turn into a dragon? Just for a second! Pretty please?
  • Nah: Um... Why?
  • Cynthia: Er, um, because... Becaaause... Because I'm going to strike a totally awesome pose on top of you!
  • Nah: ...What?
  • Cynthia: A dashing knight, perched atop a dragon's head, crying victory to the four winds! Can you imagine anything more amazing?
  • Nah: Yeah, actually. I can. I mean, I suppose it's kind of amazing for the posing knight... But the dragon's part seems pretty lousy, if you ask me. Sorry, but I'm not going to serve as some kind of elaborate prop.
  • Cynthia: H-hey! You're not a prop! Knight and dragon stand together as a single unit! Equals in every way! You'll love it, I promise!
  • Nah: The word "equals" rarely applies when one person's rear is on the other's head.
  • Cynthia: Aww, you're overthinking this... C'mon, transform! Please? Let me pose on your head!
  • Nah: No. This whole conversation is silly! Do you know how scarce dragonstones are? Using one to stage your ridiculous farce is simply not going to happen!
  • Cynthia: Oh you're so stingy! And stubborn! You're being kind of childish here, Nah. I've got to admit.
  • Nah: Hello, pot. Meet kettle.
  • Cynthia: Well, I don't give up so easily. I'll be back as many times as it takes!
  • Nah: Why don't you go and find a hobby that doesn't involve me?

B SupportEdit

  • Cynthia: I'm back, Nah!
  • Nah: *Sigh*
  • Cynthia: So are you ready to transform for me yet or what?
  • Nah: Hold a moment. Let me check... Nope. Still not going to do it.
  • Cynthia: See, 'cause I've been thinking it over, and I think I know the problem. If I'm sitting on your head, it kind of makes you look like a prop, right?
  • Nah: That's pretty much exactly what I told you the first time.
  • Cynthia: Right! That's why I figured out a solution! If we gave you a real role to play, you'd be more than just a piece of theater staging!
  • Nah: And just what role did you have in mind for me?
  • Cynthia: Are you curious? Hmm? Someone's cuuurious!
  • Nah: I don't think I've ever been so uninterested in my whole life. Whatever you have planned, I'm sure it's horribly demeaning.
  • Cynthia: Aww, come one! That hurts! Don't you trust me, Nah? Anyway, since you almost asked, I'll tell you... You'll play my rival!
  • Nah: Excuse me?
  • Cynthia: Bound by fate to clash time and again, the bards sing odes of our many battles! You are Nah, Draconic Queen of Darkest Darkness!
  • Nah: Darkest dark... Wait, what?
  • Cynthia: Time and again, I rise up to fight you for the sake of good and happiness and light. But time and again you flee like a craven before I can deliver the finishing blow!
  • Nah: Hey! Why do I play the craven?!
  • Cynthia: But fate has at long last seen fit to end this epic struggle! Our ten-thousand-year war has finally come to its climax!
  • Nah: I'm not ten thousand years old yet. And you'll be lucky to see tomorrow if you keep talking!
  • Cynthia: The duel is a sight the likes of which the world has never seen, nor will again. At combat's end, the dust clears, revealing the fate of these two warrior-goddesses... The divine hero Cynthia stands victorious! The wicked Nah is vanquished! HUZZAH!
  • Nah: ......
  • Cynthia: Cynthia stands triumphant, one leg perched atop the prone and breathless Nah! She tilts back her head and lets forth a mighty victory roar! The people go wild! Yay! Huzzah! Nice job, Cynthia! We love Cynthia! Hip-hip-hooray! ...And so on. ...Well? What do you think?
  • Nah: This is the stupidest idea I have ever heard in my life.
  • Cynthia: What? Really?
  • Nah: This conversation is over!
  • Cynthia: What?! Aw, Nah! Don't go! Hey! Come back!

A SupportEdit

  • Nah: Unbelievable. Even after that, Cynthia keeps begging me to transform! I'm not a prop, and I'm certainly not the wicked queen of darkness! Really, the nerve!
  • Cynthia: Heeeeeey, Nah! I'm back again! Miss me?
  • Nah: Speak of the wicked queen...
  • Cynthia: Aww, I missed you, too. Anyway, I was hoping you'd finally be ready to transform and let me up on your head!
  • Nah: Talking to you is like arguing with a wall. ...A stupid wall.
  • Cynthia: A wall who only wants one teeny-tiny favor that will only take five minutes! Please? I'll climb back down as soon as I'm done!
  • Nah: *Sniff, sniff* ...Huh? Cynthia, your smell...
  • Cynthia: What? What smell? I don't smell! I took a bath last week!
  • Nah: N-no, that's not what I... Manaketes can tell a person's intentions by their scent.
  • Cynthia: Wow, really? That's kind of amazing.
  • Nah: I'm sensing that you...actually want to be friends with me.
  • Cynthia: Well, yeah, of course!
  • Nah: So that's the reason you've been hanging around me all this time?
  • Cynthia: Well, what else could it be? You're always so serious! I didn't really know what you liked to do for fun. I figured if I could get you to transform, we could have a few laughs and break the ice.
  • Nah: I thought you were just...I don't know. Making fun of me or something.
  • Cynthia: Well, I really was looking to have fun, but not at anybody's expense. It's no fun for me unless you're having fun, too!
  • Nah: Cynthia... I think I may have misjudged you.
  • Cynthia: So, is that a yes? Can we be friends?
  • Nah: Of course we can be friends!
  • Cynthia: Yay! Friends at last! ...Now transform, and I'll just scurry on up and roar my mighty battle cry!
  • Nah: I didn't say anything about that!

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