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With ChromEdit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Male AvatarEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Your grip, stance, and breathing are wrong. Focus, Avatar. ...Again!
  • Avatar: Ready!
  • Frederick: That's enough for today. Your form has improved considerably. The pace of your progress is remarkable.
  • Avatar: *Huff, huff* Th-thanks... I feel like...I've got the basics *huff* down now... But... S-so tired... *huff* I think I'm dying...
  • Frederick: Ha! You're exaggerating! Or at least I pray so. Otherwise you might as well die here—you won't last long on the battlefield.
  • Avatar: I suppose...but I'm exhausted nonetheless... But you... You've hardly broken a sweat?
  • Frederick: I should certainly hope not. If a little training winded me, I would be in no shape to serve Chrom.
  • Avatar: Well, I'm impressed. You must train hard to build such endurance.
  • Frederick: Well, I awaken before dawn each day to build the campfires... Then, whenever we march, I scout the trail ahead, removing rocks and such... Wouldn't do to have someone turn an ankle mid-campaign, now would it?
  • Avatar: (So that's why... I always thought it was just a fixation with pebble collecting...)
  • Frederick: Beg pardon, did you say something?
  • Avatar: Er, nothing important! But I owe you for this training session, so let me help you with tomorrow's fire. It'll be a snap with my magic. Find a tree, hit it with a lightning bolt, and presto!
  • Frederick: ...Instant forest fire.
  • Avatar: Oh! Well, yes, I suppose that...could happen... In any case, I do still owe you a favor. Whatever you like—name it and it's yours. You needn't decide today, of course. Think it over for the next time we meet.
  • Frederick: I am unaccustomed to asking favors, but if you insist, I shall find something.

B SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Hello, Avatar. I've thought about your previous offer.
  • Avatar: The favor? Oh, good! What'll it be? Just say the word.
  • Frederick: I recall seeing you eat bear with great relish shortly after we first met. I should like you to teach me this skill. ...Eating bear, that is.
  • Avatar: I remember that night! Lissa was in a froth. Said it smelled like...old boots, was it? Wait, so you didn't eat any, either?
  • Frederick: I fear I've rarely been able to choke down wild game, and bear least of all. But as the war grows harsher, I can no longer afford to be picky. There may come a day when bear is the only food available to us. Best I train to overcome my aversion now, when our situation is not so dire.
  • Avatar: True, and even the finest knight isn't much use on an empty stomach... All right, then, you're on. Let's get you eating some bear!
  • Frederick: Yes, I will train till I can consume anything, without concern for taste or decorum. Like an animal, or a savage... Or like you, Avatar.
  • Avatar: ......
  • Frederick: Er, Avatar? ...Did I say something wrong?
  • Avatar: Um, no, nothing. Don't worry about it. So, Frederick. You don't have a problem with more common meats, you you?
  • Frederick: Beef and pork are fine. I also enjoy a good chicken on occasion.
  • Avatar: Then let's start simple. Take a bite of this jerky.
  • Frederick: I shall tear into it with gusto! *munch, munch* BLEAGH! G-gamey! S-so gamey! What... *cough* What IS this!?
  • Avatar: It's bear. Leftovers from the same bear we ate that night, in fact! I saved some.
  • Frederick: Eeeaaaaagh! Healer! I need a healer!
  • Avatar: Animal or savage, indeed. How rude of him... Guess he wasn't joking about his aversion to bear, though...

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Hey there, Fredericson! I've got some new cured meat for you to try...
  • Frederick: I'll thank you not to refer to me by that ridiculous name. ...And I'm not so gullible as to fall for your bear-jerky trick twice.
  • Avatar: Oh? I thought you were serious about getting over this, Frederick. Look, I'm not a monster. I prepared a whole series of meats in order of gaminess. We can take it slow.
  • Frederick: ...Well, I suppose I did ask for this.
  • Avatar: All right then. We'll start with chicken, then pork, then beef.
  • Frederick: *Munch, munch* ...Hmm, excellent so far.
  • Avatar: Next is mutton. It starts to get a little tricky here.
  • Frederick: *Munch, munch* ...This is...manageable.
  • Avatar: You're doing great! Okay, this one's venison.
  • Frederick: *Munch, munch*
  • Avatar: ...By which I mean bear.
  • Frederick: PFFFFFFFT! Augh! By the gods! I'm d-dying! Dying! Ah... It's s-so dark... T-tell Chrom that...
  • Avatar: Oh, stop exaggerating! Otherwise you might as well die here—you won't last long on the battle...field? Whoa. I just had intense déjà vu.
  • Frederick: I said the same to you, once upon a training session. And I was right. If I succumb to this, I can't well protect everyone on the front lines... My body is ready, Avatar! The next sample, if you please!
  • Avatar: You talked yourself back into it? Impressive. And perhaps a little disturbing... Ah, well. Whatever works. Let's finish this, Frederick! Open wide!

With Female AvatarEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Your grip, stance, and breathing are wrong. Focus, Avatar. Again!
  • Avatar: Ready!
  • Frederick: ...That's enough for today. Your form has improved considerably. The pace of your progress is remarkable.
  • Avatar: *Huff huff* Th-thanks. I feel like I've got the basics... *huff*...down now. But... S-so tired... *huff* I think I'm dying...
  • Frederick: Hah! You're exaggerating. Or at least I pray so. Otherwise you might as well die here—you won't last long on the battlefield.
  • Avatar: I suppose...but I'm exhausted nonetheless. But you...you've hardly broken a sweat?
  • Frederick: I should certainly hope not. If a little training winded me, I would be in no shape to serve Chrom.
  • Avatar: Well, I'm impressed. You must train hard to build such endurance.
  • Frederick: Well, I awaken before dawn each day to build the campfires...then, whenever we march, I scout the trail ahead, removing rocks and such...wouldn't do to have someone turn an ankle mid campaign, would it?
  • Avatar: (So that's it... I thought that it was just a fixation with pebble collecting...)
  • Frederick: Beg pardon, did you say something?
  • Avatar: Er, nothing important! But I owe you for this training session, so let me help you with tomorrow's fire. It'll be a snap with my magic. Find a tree, hit it with a lightning bolt, and presto!
  • Frederick: ...Instant forest fire.
  • Avatar: Oh! Yes well, I suppose that...could happen. In any case, I do still owe you a favor. Whatever you like—name it and it's yours. You needn't decide today, of course. Think it over for the next time we meet.
  • Frederick: I am unaccustomed to asking favors, but if you insist, I shall find something.

B SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Hello, Avatar. I've thought about your previous offer.
  • Avatar: The favor? Oh good! What'll it be? Just say the word.
  • Frederick: I recall seeing you eat bear with great relish shortly after we first met. I should like you to teach me this skill. ...Eating bear, that is.
  • Avatar: I remember that night! Lissa was in a froth. Said it smelled like...old boots, was it? Wait, so you didn't eat any either?
  • Frederick: I fear I've rarely been able to choke down wild game, and bear least of all. But as the war grows harsher, I can no longer afford to be picky. There may come a day when bear is the only food available to us. Best I train to overcome my aversion now, when our situation is not so dire.
  • Avatar: True, and even the finest knight isn't much use on an empty stomach... All right then, you're on! Let's get you eating some bear!
  • Frederick: Yes, I will train till I can consume anything, without concern for taste or decorum. Like an animal...or a savage...or like you, Avatar.
  • Avatar: ......
  • Frederick: Er, Avatar? Did I say something wrong?
  • Avatar: Um, no, nothing. Don't worry about it. So, Frederick, you don't have a problem with more common meats, do you?
  • Frederick: Beef and pork are fine. I also enjoy a good chicken on occasion.
  • Avatar: Then let's start simple. Take a bite of this jerky.
  • Frederick: I shall tear into it with gusto! *Munch munch* ...BLEAGH! G-gamey! S-so gamey! What... *cough* What IS this?!
  • Avatar: It's bear. Leftovers from the same bear we ate that night in fact! I saved some.
  • Frederick: Eeeaaaaagh! Healer! I need a healer!
  • Avatar: Animal or savage indeed. How rude of him... Guess he wasn't joking about his aversion to bear, though...

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Hey there, Freddy Bear! I've got some new cured meat for you to try...
  • Frederick: I'll thank you not to refer to me by that ridiculous name... And I'm not so gullible as to fall for your bear-jerky trick twice.
  • Avatar: Oh? I thought you were serious about getting over this, Frederick. Look, I'm not a monster. I prepared a whole series of meats in order of gaminess. We can take it slow.
  • Frederick: ...Well, I suppose I did ask for this.
  • Avatar: All right then. We'll start with chicken, then pork, then beef.
  • Frederick: *Munch, munch* ...Hmm, excellent so far.
  • Avatar: Next is mutton. It starts to get a little tricky here.
  • Frederick: *Munch, munch* ...This is...manageable.
  • Avatar: You're doing great! Okay, this one's venison.
  • Frederick: *Munch, munch*
  • Avatar: ...By which I mean bear.
  • Frederick: PFFFFFFFT! Augh! By the gods! I'm d-dying! Dying! Ah...It's s-so dark... T-tell Chrom that...
  • Avatar: Oh, stop exaggerating! Otherwise you might die here—you won't last long on the battle...field? Whoa. I just had intense déjà vu.
  • Frederick: I said the same to you, once upon a training session. And I was right. If I succumb to this, I can't well protect everyone on the front lines... My body is ready, Avatar! The next sample, if you please!
  • Avatar: You talked yourself back into it? Impressive. And perhaps a bit disturbing... Ah, well. Whatever works. Let's finish this, Frederick! Open wide!

S SupportEdit

  • Avatar: You did it! You chomped down on that crocodile jerky like it was a candied fig!
  • Frederick: *Groan* I h-have...you to thank... Giving me...the strength...
  • Avatar: And last, but certainly not least...
  • Frederick: W-wild-bear meat?
  • Avatar: You can do it.
  • Frederick: *Nibble* ...... *Nibble *
  • Avatar: You did it, Frederick! You swallowed the whole thing! You've overcome your phobia of bear meat!
  • Frederick: Thank...you.
  • Avatar: Er, but you look a little pale. Do you feel all right?
  • Frederick: I'll be fine. Better than fine, in fact. Thanks to you, I needn't ever battle on an empty stomach. I stand in your debt.
  • Avatar: Glad to be of service. After all, you have to be in tip-top shape to protect the rest of us.
  • Frederick: I should tell you that last night, I made a promise to myself... I swore that if I could keep the bear meat down, I would offer you...this.
  • Avatar: ...Huh? A ring? ...But why?
  • Frederick: I would like you to be my wife.
  • Avatar: What?! Oh Frederick... I did NOT see this coming!
  • Frederick: I was thinking about what would happen if I managed to overcome my weakness. We would have no more reason to spend so much time together. And yet, I cannot bear the thought of leaving your side, Avatar. So after much thought, I determined that I had no choice but to propose.
  • Avatar: ...I don't know what to say. Except...deciding to marry a girl when you didn't upchuck a mouthful of bear? It might be the most unromantic thing I've ever heard!
  • Frederick: Well, yes, but...
  • Avatar: Oh, I don't care, Frederick! I've been in love with you since our first bear dinner!
  • Frederick: You do me a great honor, milady. You will not regret it, I swear to you!
  • Frederick: My heart is yours, milady. I vow to defend you as knight and husband until death should part us.

With LissaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Lissa: Huh. That's odd. I could have sworn he was over here some— Ah ha! There you are, Frederick! ...Geez, why the grumpy face?
  • Frederick: I fear this is the only face I have, milady. Was there something you needed?
  • Lissa: What are you doing back here?
  • Frederick: Inspecting the contents of our armory for worn or damaged equipment.
  • Lissa: Oooo! I'll help!
  • Frederick: I cannot allow that. You could cut yourself, or accidentally—
  • Lissa: Do you think I'm an idiot?! Honestly, Frederick!
  • Frederick: I think you are a princess whom I am duty-bound to keep safe.
  • Lissa: Yeah, yeah, booooooring...
  • Frederick: Was there something you needed from me?
  • Lissa: Oh, no. I mean yes, but... I wanted to ask you a favor.
  • Frederick: How may I serve you?
  • Lissa: I want you to train me like you do the others. I'm tired of struggling to keep up with everyone. I wanna hold my own!
  • Frederick: A fine idea—it would be my pleasure to assist in your training. Though I must warn you, I am not a gentle teacher. Be certain you want this.
  • Lissa: Oh, I am!

B SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Come, milady. It's time for your lessons. And don't bother trying to run away this time. I'll fetch my horse if need be.
  • Lissa: Guh... Me and my big mouth. Frederick, pleeeeeease! My whole body's one big bruise after yesterday.
  • Frederick: A clear indication you need to train more. You're badly out of shape. Now come. You'll never get stronger by making excuses.
  • Lissa: I won't get any stronger if I die from training too hard, either! I need a break, Frederick. Do you know what a break is?
  • Frederick: I'm familiar with the concept, yes. But it's not something I engage in personally.
  • Lissa: How is that possible? People need to let off steam or they explode. It's very messy.
  • Frederick: I exist to serve and protect you and Chrom. That is my role as a knight. The oath I took did not include stipulations for time off.
  • Lissa: You know what? I think you just don't know HOW to relax.
  • Frederick: ......
  • Lissa: Wait! I thought I was joking... Was I right?! You don't know how to relax?!
  • Frederick: ...Enough talk. Adopt your stance. We'll practice dodging arrows.
  • Lissa: More like dodging questions.
  • Frederick: ......
  • Lissa: All right, fine. I can see this is going to take some doing. So how about this: in exchange for you making me stronger, I'll train you in the art of slacking off. You should feel honored. I'm the best slacker in all Ylisse!
  • Frederick: Milady, we really don't have time for—
  • Lissa: If we don't make the time to waste, we'll never learn to waste time!
  • Frederick: Wasting time learning how to better waste time seems a frightful waste of time indeed.
  • Lissa: Exactly! So let's get started.
  • Frederick: Perhaps this time I should be the one running away...

A SupportEdit

  • Lissa: Come, Frederick. It's time for your lessons. And don't bother trying to hide this time. You're terrible at it, you know.
  • Frederick: ......
  • Lissa: Ah, there you are. Come on, didn't we have fun last time?!
  • Frederick: Doing what? Wandering about camp, bothering the others for no cause? Or do you mean when we laid in a field, aimlessly staring at clouds for hours?
  • Lissa: Both! It was amazing, right? Rejuvenating? Life changing?
  • Frederick: It was exhausting! In all my years of training and combat, I've never felt so tired!
  • Lissa: A clear indication you need to relax more! You're too in shape, Frederick.
  • Frederick: ......
  • Lissa: ...Did you seriously not enjoy ANY of it?
  • Frederick: Well...I can't say it was...entirely unenjoyable... The time we spent exploring was a new and valuable experience.
  • Lissa: Oh, goody! I'm so happy to hear that.
  • Frederick: If you are happy, then I am happy, milady.
  • Lissa: Well then, let's get started! Those clouds aren't going to watch themselves!
  • Frederick: But we lazed about yesterday. I propose an alternating schedule. Even-numbered days, we train. Odd-numbered days, we... *ahem* Relax.
  • Lissa: Awww...

S SupportEdit

  • Lissa: Hello, Frederick, I... Huh? Tee hee... What was that you just frantically put away? Are you...hiding something from me, Frederick? Tee hee hee...
  • Frederick: Me? I, er, no. Of course not, milady! Not I. ...Now, how may I help you?
  • Lissa: By showing me what you're hiding. Honestly, you're a terrible liar. It's that ring you "secretly" picked up last time we were goofing off in town, huh?
  • Frederick: ...Not so secretly, I see.
  • Lissa: Hee hee. Did you really think you could keep secrets from ME, after all these years?
  • Frederick: Then I suppose you know my intention in buying it... And that it's meant for you?
  • Lissa: ...... Well, I was PRETTY sure, but it's never certain till it's certain, you know?
  • Frederick: ...Then I suppose it was a waste of time drafting twelve different ways of telling you. You always did know me so well.
  • Lissa: It seems like I trained you well, too! I'm so proud of you for wasting so much time! And of course I know you well, Frederick. How could I not? You were my first crush.
  • Frederick: Milady, I... I did not know.
  • Lissa: I know you didn't, even though I made it SO obvious, SO many times! Honestly, you can be hopelessly dense sometimes. But I guess it worked out in the end, because I got my dream, tee hee.
  • Frederick: And what dream was that?
  • Lissa: To marry my first love, obviously! It's kinda every girl's dream.
  • Frederick: I'm afraid I wouldn't know...
  • Lissa: But you must have a dream of your own, right? What's your dream, Frederick?
  • Frederick: To serve you, to protect you, and to make you happy, for as long as we both shall live.
  • Lissa: Hah, well, all right. I think I can let you do that. Twist my arm!
  • Frederick: Heh. Thank you, milady.
  • Lissa: Okay, you're going to HAVE to start calling me Lissa!
  • Frederick: V-very well...Lissa. Thank you.

With SullyEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Sully: There you are, Frederick! I thought you might be up for a little sparring.
  • Frederick: Certainly, Sully. ...All right, you may strike whenever you are ready.
  • Sully: Get ready for a whuppin'! Hiiiiiii-YA!
  • Frederick: Mmm... Good technique and excellent form. However, it is now my turn...
  • Sully: Gah!
  • Frederick: Are you all right?
  • Sully: Oh, yeah! Just peachy! Thanks! Er, I think I'm going to yield, though. ......
  • Frederick: Is something the matter?
  • Sully: Just wondering how you beat me so easily, is all.
  • Frederick: I would hardly call such a match "easy."
  • Sully: Yeah, but I never lose to anybody!
  • Frederick: Sometimes these things are a simple matter of chance.
  • Sully: Hmm... Well, thanks for the practice. I'll let you know once I've honed my edge a bit.
  • Frederick: I look forward to it.

B SupportEdit

  • Frederick: You weren't your usual self in the last fight, Sully. If something is troubling you, I'm happy to hear it.
  • Sully: I can't figure out how the hell you beat me when we sparred! That's what's wrong!
  • Frederick: Good heavens. That was days ago... Is there really any need to compete? We fight for the same cause.
  • Sully: Yeah, but it... I don't know. It was as if I KNEW you were going to beat me. I've never had that feeling with anyone else. ...Never.
  • Frederick: When you first joined the Shepherds, I was the one who taught you. Perhaps that has something to do with it.
  • Sully: Ha! I remember... I came in thinking I could mop the floor with all of you. And I might have until you showed up! You didn't look like much back then, but you beat the crap out of me.
  • Frederick: I wouldn't say I beat the... *ahem* Yes, well. I suppose it was a rite of passage of sorts.
  • Sully: I didn't sleep for days after that... I was just so damn angry.
  • Frederick: Perhaps this is the cause of your current consternation. When master and student first fight, the student naturally stands no chance. The perception that one's teacher is unbeatable can be difficult to shake.
  • Sully: So I can't beat you now because you beat the crap out of me when I was 15?
  • Frederick: It doesn't sound quite so honorable when you say it in that manner...

A SupportEdit

  • Sully: Did you see me out there today, Frederick?
  • Frederick: Truly impressive work! It seems you've made a breakthrough.
  • Sully: It's thanks to what you said before. I've always felt like I needed to be better than everyone, you know? If there was one person better than me at anything, I considered it a failing. And when I couldn't beat you, I let it get into my head in a big way.
  • Frederick: There is a certain strength in such a mind-set, methinks.
  • Sully: I admit, it made me strong back then. But now it's just holding me back. I didn't train all these years to beat you. I've trained to be someone you can rely on as an equal.
  • Frederick: And you have grown into a fine soldier. I fear nothing when you are by my side.
  • Sully: When I stopped to really see how I felt, it was pretty obvious. Anyway, it's all thanks to your teaching. So...thanks.
  • Frederick: You are a student no more, Sully. But a master in your own right. From this day on, we fight as equals.
  • Sully: You're damn right we do!

S SupportEdit

  • Sully: Hmm...
  • Frederick: Something on your mind, Sully?
  • Sully: Just thinking about why I couldn't beat you the last time we sparred.
  • Frederick: I thought you'd already found your answer.
  • Sully: Yeah, I thought so too, but... Well, now I'm not so sure. See, I don't think it's because you were my teacher.
  • Frederick: No? Then what is it?
  • Sully: When I'm around you, I get...clumsy. I can't focus like I need to. I'd never felt that way with anybody else before, so I didn't know what it was. But it's not because you taught me. ... It's because... I love you.
  • Frederick: ......
  • Sully: I know that's big news to dump on you out of nowhere. But I can't move forward until I deal with all this crap. So, um... What do you think?
  • Frederick: In truth, I also wondered if that might have something to do with it. And so I prepared this gift for just such an occasion.
  • Sully: ...Oh, Frederick! It's a ring with my name on it!
  • Frederick: I'd planned to give it to you once this war was over.
  • Sully: I just can't believe it! I mean, me? Really? But I'm so...
  • Frederick: Strong? Brave? Intelligent? Yes, Sully. You are all all of that and more.
  • Sully: Okay, my heart is pretty much just sunbeams and puppies right now. And I never say cute crap like that, so you KNOW it's serious!
  • Frederick: I feel the same...albeit with perhaps less flair for the dramatic. Sully, my love, will you be my sunbeam?
  • Sully: Only if you'll be my puppy!
  • Frederick: ...... That was embarrassing.
  • Sully: Er, yeah. It was... Let's go spar!

With VirionEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Frederick: That's quite the handsome blade you carry, Virion.
  • Virion: Ah, you've a discerning eye, Frederick. Yes, it is rather nice, isn't it? Elegant... Sophisticated... A perfect match for its owner! Why, it's almost—
  • Frederick: The hilt bears the sigil of House Claive.
  • Virion: Yes, but you interrupted me.
  • Frederick: Apologies. ...But it's been troubling me for some time now. Just how is it you came to hold a dagger from one of Ylisse's high noble houses?
  • Virion: I enjoyed a brief but fruitful collaboration with the Claives once upon a time. Well, specifically with one young and VERY beautiful Claive... She gave me this blade as a token of our everlasting...friendship.
  • Frederick: I see. And when exactly did you find the time to foster such a bond?
  • Virion: Ah, my dear naive Frederick. Not all bonds take equal time to form, you know! Some are forged in a lifetime, while others spring to life in a moment. ...Others still take but one very good night.
  • Frederick: ......
  • Virion: Oh, please! Spare me the pious air... But...is that yet a hint of...envy I see as well? Ha! Well, permit me to explain... It is my avocation to grant noble ladies a brief respire from their dreary lives. And I know of no better way to do so than by romance's sweet perfume. But I always acted the gentleman! No harm befell their honor or reputation.
  • Frederick: Oh, that was never my concern. Ylisse's noble houses are built of sturdier stuff that one dandy's escapades can shake.
  • Virion: Tell me, sir... Do you always smile so as you twist the blade in a fellow's gut? Yes, well. You wondered at the history of my blade, and now curiosity is slaked. If that's quite all, this dandy shall leave you to savor your unshakable honor.
  • (Virion leaves)
  • Frederick: ...Avocation, he says. Heh. Quite the hobby. Yet I bet he has made many other powerful allies through such trysts. Dandy or no, the man is sly. Methinks he merits watching...

B SupportEdit

  • Frederick: He's gone, Virion.
  • (Virion appears)
  • Virion: I-is he, then? Phew! That's a relief. My apologies for the bother. To think that poor fool would trudge all this way for a mere handful of coins.
  • Frederick: One would need hands of freakish size indeed to cradle that much gold. Pray tell, how does a fellow even begin to create such a vast amount of debt?
  • Virion: My dear sir, there are a thousand ways. ...Preferably all accomplished at once.
  • Frederick: I'll ask no more. Besides, there's another matter I'm more curious about.
  • Virion: Indeed?
  • Frederick: Before he left, that man offered to finance or efforts here. ...I declined.
  • Virion: Mmm, yes. Probably for the best.
  • Frederick: This doesn't strike you as odd? I just saw a man track down his debtor only to offer his companions additional coin. In what world is that not madness?
  • Virion: It seems perfectly logical to me. Should something untoward happen before I repay him, the debt dies with me. It's well within his interests to ensure I survive this bloody mess.
  • Frederick: You racked up a debt so large it ties his welfare to yours...? I've not the capacity to determine if such actions are genius or madness. You're cunning fit to shame a fox, Virion.
  • Virion: Ha ha! Oh, you flatter me, sir! ...But do go on.
  • Frederick: Mark my words, fox! If your skulking about ever comes to be a burden on Chrom—
  • Virion: Yes, yes, you'll have my skin for a stole. I'm well aware. I happen to be fond of my skin, so I give my word no ill shall come from my deeds.
  • Frederick: Keep your word and you'll keep your skin.

A SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Virion.
  • Virion: Ah, Frederick. And what deeply personal matter will you be prying into today, mmm?
  • Frederick: Perhaps we could talk about a large anonymous donation we just received? I've no doubt you played a part in that. ...And in truth, we badly needed it. Permit me to offer my thanks, and Chrom's in his stead.
  • Virion: You are quite welcome. I was confident a clever fellow like you would catch on! I doubted Chrom would have accepted if I made the offer openly. Especially considering the...less-than-immaculate origin of the goods.
  • Frederick: Hence the anonymous donation.
  • Virion: Rather genius, wouldn't you say? Elegant! Sophisticated! A perfect match for—
  • Frederick: But no one will know it was you.
  • Virion: Yes, but you're interrupting again. We've had this chat, Frederick! Ah, well. I suppose there's a kind of rustic charm to your enthusiasm.
  • Frederick: ...My apologies. But I can't help think that giving so much without recompense is unlike you.
  • Virion: You wound me, sir! And besides, I haven't come up empty handed. I said I was confident you'd catch on, Frederick, and I meant it. So now you are in my debt.
  • Frederick: Ah, there's the rub! And just what would you ask of me in return?
  • Virion: When the fighting is over, peace will return to my land. And I plan to enlist the help of Ylisse in rebuilding it. I suspect Chrom would agree without my resorting to such tricks, but... Well, a clever man takes no chances. With you there to convince him, I'd say the matter is settled, mmm?
  • Frederick: Unbelievable. You're already planning beyond this campaign?
  • Virion: You'd do well to do the same! Chrom boasts an archer of my caliber and a warrior of yours among his ranks... The man could scarcely lose if he tried.
  • Frederick: A taste of the same flattery you use on the noble ladies, no doubt. Still, we have no choice but to give our all. That much is true. Let's pray our combined efforts are enough.
  • Virion: I'm perfectly confident in my portion of the bargain, Frederick. Just see that you hold up your end!
  • Frederick: I was about to say the same.

With MirielEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Soldier: Hiyuuurgh!
  • Frederick: HMPH!
  • Soldier: Gah! H-how did you block that?!
  • Frederick: You are not using your strength wisely. Too much wasted movement. Go and practice what I taught you.
  • Soldier: Sir! Thank you, sir!
  • (Soldier leaves)
  • Frederick: Ah...
  • Miriel: Frederick.
  • Frederick: Miriel. What brings you here?
  • Miriel: Fascinating... I was convinced that young lad had you dead to rights. But when his blow was about to land, you parried with the merest flick of your arm. Such a feat would seem to defy all natural laws. What is your secret? To what forbidden dark arts are you privy?
  • Frederick: If you saw my arm move, then your eye is sharper than most. When my master-at-arms first showed me the technique, I did not see as much.
  • Miriel: A woman of science is first and foremost an observer.
  • Frederick: Ah! And a keen eye is a fine weapon. But I don't think you came here to discuss swordplay.
  • Miriel: On that count, you are wrong. I want you to teach me that move.
  • Frederick: It is no easy trick to learn.
  • Miriel: I am a patient woman.
  • Frederick: Very well. Shall we begin?

B SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Hold the lance motionless, as a heron hunting a fish. The tip cannot waver.
  • Miriel: ...Yes.
  • Frederick: HYAAAR!
  • Miriel: Ah!
  • Frederick: Good. The lance did not move at all. You have a steady hand and strong nerve.
  • Miriel: You moved so fast I had no time to react. I would have thought that impossible. ...And look! You cleaved the lance in twain with naught but a blunt wooden staff. Yet my hands felt no impact. It's as if the lance split of its own accord.
  • Frederick: 'Tis the result of many factors: speed, muscle control, and the flow of power. These same skills allowed me to throw that young soldier earlier.
  • Miriel: How can you possibly compute all those factors in such a short time?
  • Frederick: A soldier does not...compute. A soldier acts on instinct and training.
  • Miriel: Instinct? But man is a rational animal, gifted with a keen mind.
  • Frederick: Minds are a hindrance in the brief moment between life and death. Yes, you use intelligence before a battle and during training... But in combat, you must let instinct rule. You must learn how to FEEL!
  • Miriel: This is a most remarkable ability.
  • Frederick: With hard work and training, anyone can do the same.
  • Miriel: Even I?
  • Frederick: Of course! A keen observer such as yourself will learn faster than most. I might even wager that you are better equipped than I for such things.
  • Miriel: That is most encouraging.
  • Frederick: I have some special exercises that may help you develop your instincts. Perhaps you would allow me to show you. ...That is, if you are free.
  • Miriel: I am always free for the pursuit of knowledge.

A SupportEdit

  • Miriel: Frederick, you are certain I need to continue this training?
  • Frederick: Does some aspect of it concern you?
  • Miriel: To be honest, I'm coming to doubt the efficacy of your methods. I've collected flowers, fished in the river, and been chased by bees. Shall we paint with our fingers next? Or perhaps bake pies crafted from loam?
  • Frederick: Of course not! Our next lesson involves spending the night around a campfire. Doing so will nurture your instincts by exposing you to different stimuli.
  • Miriel: I believe I've experienced quite enough stimuli already. Surely I'm in touch with my instinctive side by now?
  • Frederick: You don't want to do the campfire? But I was so looking forward to it... I even collected crowberries and honeycombs for roasting.
  • Miriel: I believe I'm ready for more advanced studies. I ken now how you performed that trick, and I'm more instinctive as well. My current problem, however, is one of detachment.
  • Frederick: I'm not entirely sure I understand, milady.
  • Miriel: I have been fighting alongside Chrom for some time now. And I consider my fellow Shepherds to be most stalwart comrades. But even after all our shared hardships, I don't feel true friendship. I want to experience this connection, Frederick. ...Specifically, with you. If what you say is true, feelings of friendship will make me stronger in battle.
  • Frederick: W-well, if you think it would help... Er, of course. I'd happily be your friend.
  • Miriel: Thank you, Frederick.

S SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Miriel? How go your observations on the nature of friendship?
  • Miriel: Well enough, I suppose. But there has been an unexpected obstacle.
  • Frederick: Do tell.
  • Miriel: My heightened feelings have created an emotion akin to avarice. Increasingly, I wish you to spend all your time with me and no other. Indeed, when I see you with certain people, I grow almost...enraged. Tell me: Is this a normal reaction when friendship blossoms between two people?
  • Frederick: I see... Miriel, do these feelings of "avarice" occur when I speak to a man?
  • Miriel: ...Interesting. They do not.
  • Frederick: But if I speak to a woman?
  • Miriel: I wish to pull out her hair in the manner of an angry cat.
  • Frederick: Oh, Well, I'm afraid this might be a symptom of something quite serious.
  • Miriel: And yet you are smiling. Why?
  • Frederick: Because, my good lady, I have just the medicine to cure what ails you,
  • Miriel: A ring? What manner of talisman is this? I pray I'm not meant to swallow it.
  • Frederick: No. You place it on your finger.
  • Miriel: This treatment is oddly similar to a marriage ritual I once read about.
  • Frederick: As always, your keen eyes miss nothing. ...I am proposing to you.
  • Miriel: Fascinating... I suppose I must assess my feelings before giving you an answer?
  • Frederick: Er, that is...customary, yes. But unless I'm mistaken, I think you have strong feelings for me. Friendship between men and women often turns to love. And when love blooms, so does its wicked twin, jealousy.
  • Miriel: ...Jealousy.
  • Frederick: I know this because I suffer from the same curse! Seeing you in conversation with other men is like a dagger in my heart.
  • Miriel: And this ring is the only cure?
  • Frederick: The only cure I'm willing to try.
  • Miriel: I see... I... I do believe I love you, Frederick...
  • Frederick: If you were to marry me, Miriel, I promise to give you joy everyday of your life.
  • Miriel: Then marry you I shall!

With SumiaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Sumia: Frederick! What are you doing up so early?
  • Frederick: Good morning, Sumia. I'm inspecting everyone's weapons and armor to ensure all is ready for battle.
  • Sumia: But it's not even dawn yet! Don't you ever sleep?
  • Frederick: I have sworn to serve Chrom and the Shepherds to the best of my ability. As commander, Chrom bears a burden far heavier than any of ours. It would ill behoove me to neglect any opportunity to lessen that load.
  • Sumia: He's fortunate to have you. Imagine getting up this early just to check gear!
  • Frederick: I did not stir this morn simply to satisfy myself as to our battle readiness. I also exercised, performed a number of weapon drills, and patrolled the camp. I then stoked the fire, readied the makings for morning tea, and consumed one egg.
  • Sumia: Er...
  • Frederick: Oh, and I scared off a noisy flock of birds nestling too near milord's tent. Then, with no other pressing task, I took the time to inspect our equipment.
  • Sumia: Good heavens.
  • Frederick: Apologies, my lady. You must find my prattle to be terribly dull. I have often been criticized for what some consider to be an excess of zeal. Such devotion appears to make my comrades uneasy.
  • Sumia: Well, I think it's wonderful!
  • Frederick: ...You do?
  • Sumia: Absolutely! You're an inspiration, Frederick. There's no other word for it. Look at all you do for Chrom! It makes me wish I was more like you. I'm so sick of being the girl whose main contribution is falling on her face! I know we all need levity in these times, but I would still prefer to do more.
  • Frederick: I don't know what to say. You're the first person who has ever understood what I'm trying to do. Perhaps we should join our causes to each other. We should be the grease that keeps the Shepherds running smoothly.
  • Sumia: Now THAT is a splendid idea!

B SupportEdit

  • Sumia: I'm so sorry, Frederick!
  • Frederick: I-it's quite all right, milady. I suppose it is a bit complicated the first time.
  • Sumia: But I can't believe I got lost patrolling the camp. So embarrassing! And I don't know HOW I managed to drop that potion. That...expensive potion. Although you did agree the broom was worn out before it broke, so that's probably... Oh gosh, and the fire! I'm SO SORRY about the fire! You have a spare tent, right?
  • Frederick: Yes, well, look on the bright side: you did a splendid job pulling weeds. I don't see a single straggler in this entire camp!
  • Sumia: Well, I always liked making little chains and bracelets out of flowers!
  • Frederick: ...Er, you did just pluck weeds, right? Not the flowers from the flowerbeds?
  • Sumia: Flower...beds? Oh, HORSE PLOP! It's true! All I'm good for is falling on my face! I'm going to go back to bed and pull the covers over my head.
  • Frederick: Please, milady, no! You mustn't give up.
  • Sumia: B-but...
  • Frederick: The most important part of any battle is that you give your all. Everything you did today was out of consideration for your fellow Shepherds. And if the results were less than optimal? Well, it's not the worst thing in the world. So long as you strive to help people, success will eventually find its way to you.
  • Sumia: Oh, Frederick! If you really think so, then I promise not to give up! Perhaps I could make little flower necklaces for everyone!
  • Frederick: ...Please don't.

A SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Hmm... What to do, what to do...
  • Sumia: Hello, Frederick. Is something wrong?
  • Frederick: Ah, Sumia. Yes, something IS wrong! This horse escaped the paddock during the night. I managed to catch it by the bridle, but the foul beast refuses to be led back!
  • Sumia: Oh, is that all? Here, let me try.
  • Frederick: No, milady, it's too dangerous! The brute is practically frothing at the mouth!
  • Sumia: Oh, don't be silly... There, what a nice horsey... Shhhhhh... Auntie Sumia won't hurt you, I promise. But if you stay out here, wolves might get you. Let's go back to your friends.
  • Frederick: By the nine heavens! It's moving!
  • Sumia: We'll be fine, Frederick. I'll make sure this brave guy gets back safe.
  • Frederick: You have a gift, milady. I thought the creature would die on this very spot.
  • Sumia: Oh, he just needed some encouragement is all. It's kind of like how you aid and motivate Chrom! Humans and horses both need friends to lean on sometimes.
  • Frederick: Still, you performed a great service, and I am in your debt.
  • Sumia: Oh, really, it's not a big—
  • Frederick: Do not be modest, milady! I might have wrestled that beast all day without you!
  • Sumia: Yes, possibly. Except, well, the thing is... See, last night, I fed the horses. And you know the latch on the gate? The one you're supposed to close? Weeell, there's a teensy-tinesy possibility I might have left it...kind of...open.
  • Frederick: By the gods! So it was you who let this demon beast free!

S SupportEdit

  • Sumia: Frederick! I've been meaning to thank you! You're the one who polished my armor to such a lovely sheen, right?
  • Frederick: I...wasn't sure you noticed.
  • Sumia: Of course I noticed! My plate and weapons have never looked so good... Why, I glittered like a lighthouse on my ride today! ...I actually felt pretty.
  • Frederick: You are always beautiful to me, Sumia. In truth, I've eyes for no one else.
  • Sumia: Hee hee! Not even Chrom?
  • Frederick: 'Tis no laughing matter, milady! I serve Chrom because I have sworn to do so. He is my lord and master. But when in your presence, I cannot tear my eyes from you. I am captivated! True, at first it was because I feared you might blunder into a nearby tree... But soon I found myself gazing at you whenever the opportunity permitted.
  • Sumia: Oh, Frederick...
  • Frederick: Please, milady. Would you do me the honor of accepting this gift?
  • Sumia: ...This is the most beautiful ring I've ever seen, Frederick. Does it mean what I think it means?
  • Frederick: My heart is yours, milady. Now and forever, if you would only but claim it.
  • Sumia: But why? I'm so inept at everything! Weeding, fire starting, wagon repair...
  • Frederick: None of that matters, so long as you are by my side!
  • Sumia: I just can't imagine... Gods, this ring is so shiny. You must have polished it for days. Frederick, this is the nicest thing that anyone has ever done for me...
  • Frederick: You deserve it and more. Were that I could, I would present you with the moon herself.
  • Sumia: I don't want the moon, Frederick. I just want you! So yes! Yes and yes and yes again! You've made me the happiest woman alive!

With MaribelleEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Maribelle: Hmm...
  • Frederick: Ah, Maribelle. I hope you are well.
  • Maribelle: Yes, thank you, Frederick. it's good that you're here; I wanted to talk to you. Is it true what they say? That you're a professionally trained steward?
  • Frederick: A steward? Gracious, no. I wouldn't have a clue about such work. I am a knight, milady.
  • Maribelle: Oh? That's not what I heard. But I suppose rumors have a way of... Er, what are you doing?
  • Frederick: I am lying out Princess Lissa's garments for the morrow.
  • Maribelle: ...That seems like something a steward might do.
  • Frederick: I suppose. But I only do so if I have spare time after...killing and such.
  • Maribelle: And what will you do after you finish laying out the garments?
  • Frederick: I shall check on the dinner preparations and then plan tomorrow's meal.
  • Maribelle: You ARE a steward!
  • Frederick: My good lady, while some of my duties may resemble those of a steward, I assure you—
  • Maribelle: I have spent a lifetime in noble houses, and you, sir, are a steward! Serving tea? Dusting china? Polishing the good silver? You are most definitely a—
  • Frederick: I AM NOT A STEWARD! ...I just like things to be neat and tidy.
  • Maribelle: Well, you're terribly good at it. So perhaps you would come to my manor and instruct my staff?
  • Frederick: Milady, I don't think—
  • Maribelle: Frankly, it's impossible to get good help these days! Our head steward is so old, and he's off with the gout nearly every other day. Now, we don't want to work the poor man to death—just think of the scandal! But a house can't maintain itself, and what will we do when he kicks the bucket?
  • Frederick: ...Your sympathy is touching.
  • Maribelle: Eventually yes, we'll have to put our poor old steward out to pasture. But I would consider it a personal favor if you trained our young staff in the interim. I'm sure there are so many things you could teach them! ...This is just until we have a new man in place, of course.
  • Frederick: Milady, for the last time, I am a knight! I am not, nor have I ever been, a ste—
  • Maribelle: Fine! Then just show them how to tidy up or whatever it is you do around here! You teach recruits how to fight, yes? This is the same, except you fight filth.
  • Frederick: Well, yes. It's true that I help instruct the younger shepherds... But they are the best and brightest of the realm, and I merely offer advice.
  • Maribelle: Oh, good heavens. You couldn't POSSIBLY make this any more complicated! Fine then. Why don't YOU teach ME so I can teach THEM?
  • Frederick: Teach...you, milady?
  • Maribelle: I'm nothing if not best and bright! So, yes. You shall teach me tidiness. And once I've learned your secrets, I can put our manor back to order myself!
  • Frederick: Well, I suppose that is acceptable...

B SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Ahem! Maribelle? Milady? It's morning. Time to wake up.
  • Maribelle: Unnngh...m-morning? Already? Wait one second! Where's the sun?! It's pitch black outside!
  • Frederick: A steward's day begins before dawn. And unless I am mistaken, you expressed a desire to study the arts of stewardship.
  • Maribelle: Ugh, yes, I did say that, didn't I? At least, I think I did...
  • Frederick: Good. Then let us begin with our morning duties. A steward must prepare tea for the lords and ladies before they wake.
  • Maribelle: *YAAAAAAWN* I'm SOOO tired... But I suppose I can manage to boil a— Oh, blast! The stupid kettle fell over!
  • Frederick: Then please boil the water again. And this time, do so carefully. Now, as you have wasted a pot of your master's finest tea, what do you say?
  • Maribelle: Really, now! This is simply... Oh, all right! I'm sorry for spilling the stupid tea and blah blah whatever.
  • Frederick: UNACCEPTABLE! ...Now then. Try it again, and this time like you mean it.
  • Maribelle: *Grumble, grumble* Oh, dearest Lord Frederick, please forgive my clumsiness! It shall never happen again! (...Because next time I'll spill it on your stupid head.)
  • Frederick: I shall assume your mumbling was all aboveboard. Now then! We must prepare the silverware. Today you are in charge of spoons.
  • Maribelle: ...Who does he think he is, making me polish cutlery? I'm a LADY! I ought to polish that lance of his and cram it up his... Here you are, milord! All done, milord! Does the shininess please milord?
  • Frederick: ...... UNACCEPTABLE! I want to see my reflection on the surface. ...Start again.
  • Maribelle: GRRRRRRRRR!

A SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Ah, Maribelle! Up early, I see.
  • Maribelle: You know, once you get used to it, this early morning lark isn't so bad.
  • Frederick: Excellent. Shall we proceed with our training, then? First you must boil the tea, and then I have a chest of silverware that needs polishing.
  • Maribelle: Wait, Frederick! Let me take that.
  • Frederick: Excuse me?
  • Maribelle: It's just... I'm worried about the foot you hurt the other day. You should be trying to rest.
  • Frederick: Well, I concede the injury is troubling me somewhat... Frankly, I'm flattered you noticed. No one else has.
  • Maribelle: It's thanks to the steward training you've been kind enough to give me. I spot details like that all the time now. ...Well then, milord? Tea?
  • Frederick: My, but this tea is excellent! Are you using a new leaf?
  • Maribelle: It's a special vulnerary concoction for your foot. I spoke to the apothecary last night, and he said it came highly recommended.
  • Frederick: Why, Maribelle...
  • Maribelle: Y-yes?
  • Frederick: You have taken my lessons to heart and understand the true spirit of service!
  • Maribelle: Do you think so?
  • Frederick: I may not be a steward, but I constantly strive to be a better knight. Consideration for others... Willingness to assist any in need... I speak of course, of the spirit of service that is at the core of chivalry.
  • Maribelle: I never made the connection...
  • Frederick: Weaponry and horsemanship can be taught to any capable of swinging a blade. But the spirit of chivalry comes from within!
  • Frederick: Maribelle, you have shown that you understand what it means to serve others.
  • Maribelle: Frederick, I'm...honored that you think so. I'm going to keep up my training and never forget your lessons!
  • Frederick: Good! Nothing pleases me more than inspiring a love of service!
  • Maribelle: Oh, you WILL continue to give me lessons, won't you, Frederick?
  • Frederick: If that is your wish, milady.

S SupportEdit

  • Frederick: How do you find it?
  • Maribelle: It's delicious, Frederick! You do make a wonderful cup of elderberry tea.
  • Frederick: And yet it hardly compares to your own brew, Maribelle.
  • Maribelle: Frederick, dear. I've been thinking... When the beastly war is over, are you sure you won't consider coming to the manor?
  • Frederick: B-but we had an arrangement. You were able to teach your domestic staff...
  • Maribelle: Yes, I know. But the more I think about it, the more I realize it simply MUST be you. ...Please? Not even for a short while? Because then we could... Well, you see... We could be together more often.
  • Frederick: Together as servant and lady? No. I must refuse.
  • Maribelle: Do you hate me, Frederick? ...Am I so awful to look upon?
  • Frederick: In truth, I have grown...very fond of you. More, perhaps, than you suspect.
  • Maribelle: Wh-what do you mean?
  • Frederick: So fond, in fact, that I would be willing to join your household on one condition... That you take me as your husband! Maribelle, my love! Will you do me the honor?
  • Maribelle: Is that a ring? For ME?! Gods, it's beautiful!
  • Frederick: The stone is modest, but I polished it until it shone as radiant as you, milady. Won't you please accept it?
  • Maribelle: Oh, Frederick... Of COURSE I will!

With PanneEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Great paladin's helm! What manner of beast is that? Ah, hold. It's only Panne. ...But why is she prowling about in beast form? And why is she charging me?! BACK, FOUL BEAST! BACK, LEST MY SWORD TASTE YOUR—
  • Panne: *Pant, pant* F-finally! You are a hard one to catch, man-spawn.
  • Frederick: Why did you chase me down in beast form? I feared you were planning to eat me whole!
  • Panne: Running on four legs is much faster. ...Did I scare you?
  • Frederick: A knight does not know fear. ...This was more like a surprise. Or perhaps alarm.
  • Panne: Lies! I hear your heart race even now! You were scared as a new born pup. It is all right. You do not need to pretend for my sake. I have grown used to fear and ignorance from your kind.
  • Frederick: You mistake me, good lady. I hold no fear of the taguel. Behold what is in front of your eyes: are we not conversing as equals?
  • Panne: If this is true, then why were you scared?
  • Frederick: When I was but a young boy, I lived in a small village in the hills. One day I wandered into the forest, where I was set upon by a mountain wolf. My wounds were most grievous...many in the village doubted I would survive. When you came running, you reminded me of the beast that attacked me and... I apologize, good lady. I did not mean to offend with my actions.
  • Panne: I'm sorry, Frederick. I had no intention to remind you of such things. Would you prefer if I avoided you on the field of battle?
  • Frederick: That is unnecessary. When in combat—
  • Panne: The enemy is before you and you lose all fear, yes? Spoken like a warrior.
  • Frederick: Yes. Although if you could avoid moving, that might help.
  • Panne: Yes, well I am sure I cou—wait, what?!

B SupportEdit

  • Panne: All right, Frederick. I'm in animal form. Now, how is it if I stand over here? I'm quite a long way from you.
  • Frederick: Yes. That's fine.
  • Panne: Good. Now, if I come a little closer...
  • Frederick: Y-yes, that's fine. ...I think.
  • Panne: And if I move a liiittle biiit cloooser...
  • Frederick: BEGONE, FOUL SHE-WITCH!
  • Panne: Ah. This appears to be the point where fear enters your veins.
  • Frederick: S-so it would seem. ...Er, and apologies once again. That reminds me: The other day you came to ask me a question. What was it?
  • Panne: Mmm... I do not remember.
  • Frederick: Blast. My craven reaction is the reason you cannot recall.
  • Panne: It cannot be important if I forgot so easily. But I have a new question: What will you do with this fear of yours? Will you live in terror of animals for the rest of your days?
  • Frederick: If I knew of some way to cure it, good lady, I would not hesitate to do so.
  • Panne: Perhaps I can help.
  • Frederick: T-truly?
  • Panne: Your friends accepted me into their warren, and one good deed deserves another.
  • Frederick: That is a very kind gesture ...Very well. I accept whatever aid you may provide.
  • Panne: I hope you are prepared...

A SupportEdit

  • Panne: All right, let's try this yet again. Now, if I stand here...
  • Frederick: ...... ......... NOT ONE STEP CLOSER, FOUL NETHER CREATURE!
  • Panne: I think we might be stuck.
  • Frederick: I'm so very sorry. It's better than before, but I can't seem conquer this last bit.
  • Panne: Perhaps it's time to take your treatment to the next level.
  • Frederick: I'm not sure I approve of—
  • Panne: The next and final level.
  • Frederick: I DEFINITELY do not approve of—
  • Panne: GRAAAAAAAAGH!
  • (Frederick is knocked over)
  • Frederick: *Groan* Y-you...leapt upon me...
  • Panne: I had grown bored of walking around in the distance while you cursed my name. How are you feeling? Aren't you afraid?
  • Frederick: Strangely, no. I'm not afraid at all. Gods, I've never noticed how soft and beautiful your fur is.
  • Panne: Good. All cured.
  • Frederick: Yes, yes, of course. No more fear for... Oh, look at these floppy ears! They're so cute!
  • Panne: OWCH!
  • (Panne reappears)
  • Panne: Do NOT yank on my ears, man-spawn!
  • Frederick: Er, yes. Dreadfully sorry, my good lady.

S SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Panne, might I have a word?
  • Panne: What is it?
  • Frederick: I no longer fear your animal form, and for this I owe you a great debt.
  • Panne: Is this the part where you no longer need my services? Where you return me back to my rabbit hutch with an affectionate pat on the head?
  • Frederick: My good lady! You mustn't say such a thing, even in jest. I am deeply, deeply indebted to you. And what's more I...brought you this.
  • Panne: Is this... Oh ho, it IS! It's a ring! Is this the man-spawn ritual where you ask me to be your mate and spit on all others?
  • Frederick: Er, we usually speak of it in more poetic terms, but...yes. It is. I am so very deeply in love with you, Panne! Would you honor me by becoming my wife?
  • Panne: Your wife? Ha! I remember when you cowered at the sight of me! Perhaps I am moving up in the world. Oh, enough, Frederick. Do not make that sad face at me. I have grown fond of you for...some reason. And I would be proud to be your mate.
  • Frederick: Together we have conquered fear! What could possibly stop us?!
  • Panne: Heh, indeed. First, a bunny. Next, the world!

With CordeliaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cordelia: The supplies have been unloaded, and everything is accounted for, sir.
  • Frederick: Ah, good work. Thank you. Next, may I ask you to—
  • Cordelia: Inspect the worn weapons and scrolls? Already done, sir? Oh, but I did have a number of questions regarding the layout of the camp.
  • Frederick: ......
  • Cordelia: Frederick?
  • Frederick: I was just thinking how little you have changed from when I knew you in Ylisse. Back when you served the royal pegasus knights. Always working harder than everyone and finding some task that needs doing... Phila once confessed to me that she'd have been lost without your help. I'm convinced it was her intention to eventually name you her successor.
  • Cordelia: Phi-Phila said that?!
  • Frederick: I envied her, in truth. I've often wished that I possessed a successor of your caliber.
  • Cordelia: Come now, Frederick, sir! You go too far. People will get the wrong impression if they overhear such flattery.
  • Frederick: The wrong impression? ...Ah, yes. I see. Apologies, milady. I'm afraid I'm not as sensitive as you to how such things can be perceived.
  • Cordelia: Of course not. Sometimes it feels as if every man only wishes to woo me...
  • Frederick: Indeed, the stories of your colorful past certainly do precede you.
  • Cordelia: Er, stories? What stories? ...Frederick, what stories?!

B SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Might I have a word, milady?
  • Cordelia: Ah, Frederick. Of course. What is it? Why are you so fidgety? Wait, is this about your inexperience in matters of the heart again? Aha! You've come to me for love advice, haven't you?!
  • Frederick: Er, n-no, milady! I assure you, my intentions are entirely innocent. I was hoping you'd show the new recruits how well you handle a spear.
  • Cordelia: ...I suppose I could. But what would be the point? A common soldier is never going to be capable of wielding a spear the way I do.
  • Frederick: No. But at the very least, I want them to experience your legendary skills firsthand. Then they'll understand that your skills are born of effort, and not a matter of luck.
  • Cordelia: ...Luck? But why would they think that in the first place?
  • Frederick: Well, you see... Er, how shall I put it? For mere military mortals such as our new recruits and myself... Well, your martial genius places you on an entirely different plane. So far above us, in fact, that it's difficult to understand how skilled you really are.
  • Cordelia: Laying it on a bit thick, aren't you?
  • Frederick: I'm quite sincere. It must be very difficult having talent of your sort. It must be frustrating to be so constantly misunderstood and underappreciated. For our army's morale, I think it's important that our new recruits understand this.
  • Cordelia: ......
  • Frederick: I know it's an onerous request. You have every right to refuse.
  • Cordelia: Oh, no. I'll do it. In fact, I'm delighted you asked..
  • Frederick: You are?
  • Cordelia: I've always felt...apart from the rest of society. Like I'm in a different world. And when I'd complain about this or that, no one would take me seriously. People would say, "Oh, you're a genius. What do you have to complain about?" You're the first to realize that... Well, it's not easy being me.
  • Frederick: Well, I am pleased that milady is pleased!
  • Cordelia: So! Now that we've settled that, tell me all about your love life!
  • Frederick: Heh, er...perhaps later? ...Much, much later?

A SupportEdit

  • Cordelia: Frederick!
  • Frederick: Milady, you seem giddy with excitement... Did something fortunate occur?
  • Cordelia: Not yet, but it's about to.
  • Frederick: Oh? I'm pleased to hear that.
  • Cordelia: You're always willing to help me, aren't you? If I ask a favor?
  • Frederick: If it is in my power to do so.
  • Cordelia: Great! Then put your boots on. We're going out.
  • Frederick: Do we need to secure more supplies?
  • Cordelia: Oh, no. This is going to be MUCH more interesting than some shopping trip.
  • Frederick: You say that with such an ominous bent! I'm starting to feel rather apprehensive. (...Wait. Could it be that I inadvertently insulted her the other day?) (Is she so angry at me that she is plotting to exact revenge?) (Ye gods! She's going to lure me to some dark place and stick a spear in my back!)
  • Cordelia: Frederick, what ARE you mumbling about? I want us to talk about your love life! I know you so want to pour your heart out, but you're afraid to take the first step. So you and I are going to a nice, quiet spot to see if we can't sort it all out.
  • Frederick: Er, what?
  • Cordelia: I've already picked out a place with absolutely no chance of being disturbed. Oh, and I made sandwiches! Mmm...
  • Frederick: Ah, Cordelia. Even with all your preparation, you still made one fatal mistake... You failed to account for the possibility that I might refuse your invitation!
  • Cordelia: No, I didn't. I assumed that if you refused, I'd have to eat all the sandwiches myself. So I made only my very favorite kinds—chutney, blue cheese, and pickled beets.
  • Frederick: I...see. Then I concede that your preparations are flawless. I think I have little choice but to gird myself and submit to this, er, liaison. But only on one condition: you must first tell ME of YOUR love life.
  • Cordelia: Hold on to your helm, Frederick! I've got LOTS to say!

S SupportEdit

  • Cordelia: Frederick! When ARE we going to discuss your love life?!
  • Frederick: Didn't we do that already?
  • Cordelia: We had that meeting in the gazebo, but you never really said anything!
  • Frederick: Perhaps because I was unable to get a word in edgewi—
  • Cordelia: Are you saying I talked the entire time?!
  • Frederick: Do you even recall our conversation? ...If, indeed, it can be called that? You spent two hours describing in vivid detail your unrequited passion for Chrom. You also sobbed repeatedly and kept asking me "Why, Frederick?! Why?!" Then you devoured all the sandwiches and ran off with the picnic hamper.
  • Cordelia: Er, yes. Thank you for...reminding me. But I assure you, our next conversation will not be nearly so shameful! This time it will be all about you. You'll have my undivided attention for the whole day, if that's what it takes.
  • Frederick: Heh. Is this a solemn vow?
  • Cordelia: Absolutely!
  • Frederick: In that case, I shall begin my confession immediately...
  • Cordelia: Goody!
  • Frederick: *Ahem* Time to get down to brass tacks. No beating around the bush, so to speak... The truth is... *ahem* yes, quite. Well, the truth is... I am in love with you.
  • Cordelia: Huh?! ...Is this a jape? It is, isn't it? A silly jape! I bet there's a pack of jesters waiting behind that tree waiting to surprise me!
  • Frederick: No jape, milady. Not for me.
  • Cordelia: Oh. But...I thought... I mean... All this time I was asking... I had no idea your love troubles had anything to do with ME!
  • Frederick: Yes, and I know your heart belongs to Chrom. But even so, I will not give up. I have no desire to speak ill of Chrom, for I am his man in all things. But, Cordelia, I would never give you cause to weep so bitterly as you have for him. I would devote my whole existence to ensuring your happiness.
  • Cordelia: Why, Frederick... When you say something like that, I know that you're telling the truth. B-because it's how I feel, too. Day in and day out, I have those very same thoughts. ...Except they're for Chrom.
  • Frederick: And just as you love Chrom with all your heart, so do I love you with mine. Here. let this be the proof.
  • Cordelia: ...An engagement ring?
  • Frederick: It doesn't matter that right now your heart belongs to another. It's enough for me to hope that someday you'll find it in yourself to love me. Will you marry me, Cordelia?
  • Cordelia: Oh, Frederick! This is... Yes, I will marry you!
  • Frederick: You will?
  • Cordelia: I know that Chrom will never love me. ...I think I've always known it. And frankly, I've grown weary of unrequited love. Just the thought of giving it up is like a weight falling from my shoulders. Oh, Frederick, thank you for making me face reality at last! If I promise to love only you, will you make me the happiest woman in the world?
  • Frederick: I swear it, milady.

With NowiEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Ah, Nowi.
  • Nowi: Eeek!
  • (Nowi leaves)
  • Frederick: Wh—?! No, wait!
  • Nowi: Yes? What is it?
  • Frederick: Why did you attempt to flee, milady? Have I done something to anger you?
  • Nowi: Last night, I had a nightmare about my basket of fruit being stolen...
  • Frederick: Ah. Yes, I see how such a thing might be... Er, except I don't. Why did that make you want to run away?
  • Nowi: Because YOU were the thief, and I didn't want to lose any more fruit!
  • Frederick: This is unfortunate. I hate to think I wronged you—dream or otherwise. Perhaps it would clear the air if I offered you my ration of fruit this evening? And I only ask one small thing in return.
  • Nowi: For extra fruit, I'll do anything!
  • Frederick: Well then, I was hoping we might spend more time together.
  • Nowi: ...Yeah, no. That's not worth fruit. Plus you're not really my type.
  • Frederick: Milady! I did NOT mean it as a proposal! What a dishonorable idea! ...I want you to show me your dragon might.
  • Nowi: Huh? But why?
  • Frederick: Opportunities to spar with a dragon are few and far between. To get even a taste of dragon combat would be a most valuable experience!
  • Nowi: Won't you be all scared and stuff?
  • Frederick: This is why I need your help. Fear of the unknown is the fear most dangerous.
  • Nowi: I'm not sure about this...
  • Frederick: ...You'd have two rations of fruit?
  • Nowi: Oh, right! I almost forgot! Okay, sure!

B SupportEdit

  • Nowi: Frederick, are you all right?
  • Frederick: *Groan* Y-yes, milady... Completely fine... Such a small burn... I c-can hardly feel it. If I just ignore it, it will heal. Eventually...
  • Nowi: Are you sure? I burned off an awful lot of hair. What if it grows back all weird?
  • Frederick: Oh. D-does it appear grievous?
  • Nowi: Well, it's kind of all frizzy and spiky and sticking out. Hee hee! It's actually pretty funny! Hee hee hee!
  • Frederick: Then we had best stop for now and give my body a chance to recover. This has been a very educational experience, thanks to you. I must return to my training while the pain of the wounds remain fresh in my mind.
  • Nowi: ......
  • Frederick: Are you all right, Nowi? Are you injured?
  • Nowi: I'm just thinking how stupid you are! Getting yourself all hurt like that, with no one to look after you properly!
  • Frederick: I must put myself through such trials if I am to protect everyone.
  • Nowi: But why do you insist on doing it by yourself? You can ask for help!
  • Frederick: What are you driving at, milady?
  • Nowi: You said you were going to return to training, right? Meaning, on your own? But that'll make you lonely. I should know. Before I came here, I was all alone, too. It makes me sad to see you working and training so hard with no one around you.
  • Frederick: Milady, you have a kind and gentle heart. But I couldn't possibly be lonely when those like you are thinking about my welfare.
  • Nowi: So you don't feel lonely at all?
  • Frederick: Not a bit. So once my wounds have healed, perhaps we can spar once again?
  • Nowi: Sure. That'll be fun!

A SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Nowi, are you free? I was hoping we might have another sparring session.
  • Nowi: But we just had a fight yesterday! AND the day before that!
  • Frederick: Yes, but I am so close to anticipating when you unleash a breath attack.
  • Nowi: Oh, okay. If you want to play THAT much... Why are you always so obsessed about getting better at fighting?
  • Frederick: I must be strong so I can protect Chrom and our allies. This war demands no less. Also, the more I learn, the more I can pass on to the other Shepherds. This will reduce battlefield casualties and increase the odds of eventual victory.
  • Nowi: And it'll make you the biggest hero ever!
  • Frederick: Unlikely. And in any case, I do not do this for praise or glory. My only aim is to ensure that as many of my comrades as possible survive this war.
  • Nowi: I love being praised more than ANYTHING! Don't you care about the glory even just a little bit?
  • Frederick: I am but human, milady—any praise that comes my way is highly appreciated. But approbation and glory cannot by themselves be your goal.
  • Nowi: Gosh, you're just like a real knight! But SOMEONE has to tell you how great you are—and it might as well be me! So er... Well done, Frederick! Good job! You're the best knight ever!
  • Frederick: Heh. Why, thank you, Nowi. You remind me of my mother.
  • Nowi: Well, don't forget, I AM like several centuries older than you!
  • Frederick: Yes, of course. I often forget that you are a wise, mature woman.
  • Nowi: Tee hee hee! Now you're praising ME! And you do it ever so well!
  • Frederick: I only speak the truth.
  • Nowi: In fact, you're so good at it, I think we should spend more time sparring.
  • Frederick: I would be my pleasure!

S SupportEdit

  • Nowi: Frederick! Let's practice some more. I'll turn into a dragon for you!
  • Frederick: Now this is unusual—normally, it is I who challenges you to battle. Has something piqued your interest in our training sessions?
  • Nowi: Not really. I just decided that you and me should practice together more often. See, when you try hard, I always remember to praise you and say how brave you are. Even if no one else appreciates all your hard work, I want to make sure I do. And, another thing. When you take a day off, I want to take a day off with you! Then we can keep each other company, and neither of us will ever be alone. We'll get stronger, we'll be able to help out Chrom more, and it'll be fun!
  • Frederick: But then we would be spending nearly every waking moment together.
  • Nowi: ...You don't hate me, do you? Please say you don't! Because I don't hate you! In fact, I really, really, REALLY like you!
  • Frederick: I like you, too, Nowi.
  • Nowi: No! I don't mean that kind of like. I mean, I LIKE YOU like you.
  • Frederick: ...Ah.
  • Nowi: I love how you're always working so hard for others, even when you're tired. Plus I love how you're always thinking of ways to protect people. It makes ME want to protect YOU! So, um, do you like me? Like, as a woman and all that? 'Cause if you feel about me like I do for you, I...I want you to tell me. Please, Frederick! Don't keep me in suspense!
  • Frederick: After such a forthright confession, it would il behoove me not to answer in kind. In truth, I was planning to do this when I was better prepared... ...But, Nowi, I have in fact fallen in love with you. We have spent so much time together lately, and I came to realize... Well, that you are the most important person in my life.
  • Nowi: YAAAAAAAAAY! So I suppose we should get married now, right?
  • Frederick: If you will do me the great honor. But unfortunately, I have not yet picked out a suitable ring for you. I shall go to the jeweler in town and order one immediately.
  • Nowi: Oh, wait! Before you go, let's have another fight!
  • Frederick: Well, I suppose there is always time for just one more...

With TharjaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Frederick: This exercise really works the stomach muscles. Ready? Just 300 this time! 299...298...297...
  • Avatar: Going...to...die...
  • Tharja: That's some dedication, Avatar.
  • Frederick: That's enough for today. Remember to hydrate and eat your hardtack. Diiiis-MISSED!
  • Tharja: What a taskmaster. I thought he'd never finish. Look at Avatar with those fools... I hope they realize he/she belongs to me. I suppose I could curse them all. ...Gods, that would take forever. It would be easier to just curse Avatar. A stink spell perhaps? If he/she caused people to pass out and retch, I'd have him/her all to myself! ...Except that he/she would smell like an outhouse. Hmm... Maybe a different plan...
  • Frederick: Come at last, eh, Tharja? I fear you missed the session.
  • Tharja: Oh. ...Darn.
  • Frederick: We did look for you, but it's important that we keep to schedule. In the end, I had to start Frederick's Fanatical Fitness Hour without you. But seeing as you're here, I suppose I can work in a private session.
  • Tharja: Um... Actually, that's not... Oh dear gods...
  • (Scene transition)
  • Frederick: Next up, biceps! I should warn you, this may burn a little bit. Aaand ONE! Aaaaaand TWO! AAAAAAAND THREE!
  • Tharja: *Pant pant* Wh-what's...happening to me... Vision...fading... Blackness...everywhere...
  • Frederick: ...I say, Tharja. You appear to be unwell. Let's pick this up again tomorrow. Get a night's rest and eat some beans.
  • Tharja: *Huff, huff* T-tomorrow... You're...joking... Why...want...*huff* torture me...?
  • Frederick: A sound body leads to a sound mind. You're just a little out of shape is all. See you tomorrow at dawn.
  • (Frederick leaves)
  • Tharja: ...I'm...a dark mage... *huff* Don't need biceps...the size...of beer barrels...

B SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Tharja! A word, if you please?
  • Tharja: I don't, actually.
  • Frederick: Why did you not keep our appointment at the training ground?
  • Tharja: We had an appointment?
  • Frederick: Don't play the fool with me! *sniff* I waited the entire day and most of the evening hoping you would show! That training ground is chilly at night, and I seem to have caught a cold. *sniff*
  • Tharja: Oh? I thought you'd be far too healthy to catch a cold.
  • Frederick: Erm, well...
  • Tharja: Tsk, don't feel bad. Cursed colds are harder on everyone.
  • Frederick: What?! You deliberately gave me a cold?!
  • Tharja: Hee. You seem angry.
  • Frederick: A-angry? Of COURSE I'm angry!
  • Tharja: Well, you should be. I'm very wicked. If I were you, I'd avoid me completely.
  • Frederick: You know why you did this, don't you? Weak physical conditioning! Your unsound body has resulted in a most unsound mind!
  • Tharja: I don't like where this is going...
  • Frederick: AAAAAAACHOOOOOOOOO! ...Ah, better. My cold has gone. I'm so fit, one good sneeze gets rid of all my symptoms.
  • Tharja: Er, that makes no sense.
  • Frederick: Now that I am recovered, we shall continue your training. Here, tomorrow. At dawn. And this time, you WILL come. Do I make myself clear?
  • (Frederick leaves)
  • Tharja: Yes, we'll see about that. Hmm... I lied about the curse, but even so, how did he shake a cold so quickly? Heh... Maybe next time I WILL cast a hex...

A SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Ah, Tharja. I've been waiting for you. Finally ready to build a healthy body?
  • Tharja: No. The reason I'm here... Is to check THIS!
  • Frederick: Argh! Wh-what are you doi... OUCH! Unhand me, woman!
  • Tharja: There! I knew it. You suffered a deep wound in the last battle.
  • Frederick: I didn't think anyone saw that...
  • Tharja: It happened because I cursed you.
  • Frederick: What?! We are allies! Why do you insist on plaguing me with dark magic?!
  • Tharja: It wasn't supposed to be harmful. It only made me invisible to you. It was the only way I could think of to avoid your insane training. But somehow, you still sensed I was in danger and shielded me from the blow. Even though you were cursed. Even though there was no way you could have seen me!
  • Frederick: Ah. This explains a great deal. I was unable to shake the persistent feeling that you were somewhere nearby. I feared that I was losing my mind, to tell the truth.
  • Tharja: You can tell Chrom if you want. He'll probably want to hang me by my thumbs or...something.
  • Frederick: The Shepherds do not engage in torture! Especially not with our stalwart comrades. In any case, it was not your fault. I should never have exposed myself to the hex. My guard slipped. The responsibility is mine.
  • Tharja: Gods, but you're a trusting fool. Is there any sin you won't forgive?
  • Frederick: You will not mind if I take that as a compliment?
  • Tharja: Take it however you want. Now let me take a look at that wound. *Grumble* For someone who cares so much about health...
  • Frederick: Tharja, do I detect a note of affection in your voice?
  • Tharja: I'm only looking after you because Avatar likes you.
  • Frederick: Ah. Then I'd best recover soon... For his/her sake, of course, heh.

S SupportEdit

  • Tharja: Has your wound healed?
  • Frederick: Good as new, thanks to you.
  • Tharja: Well then... ...... ...Yes?
  • Frederick: Yes, what?
  • Tharja: You're fully cured. No need to see me anymore. So why are you still here?
  • Frederick: I wanted to make absolute certain that you'll come to the next training session.
  • Tharja: I've promised you five times already! Surely that's enough. Look, what do you want? If you're not going to leave, I will.
  • (Tharja leaves)
  • Frederick: N-no, please! Wait! I had something to ask!
  • (Tharja returns)
  • Tharja: *Sigh* What is it?
  • Frederick: You didn't cast another curse on me recently, did you?
  • Tharja: Why?
  • Frederick: Because lately, a powerful...emotion has taken root in my heart. That wouldn't be the result of some evil hex, now would it?
  • Tharja: Not from me.
  • Frederick: In that case, the passion I'm feeling must come from within. Which makes this the perfect time to present this...
  • Tharja: ...This better not be a cursed ring.
  • Frederick: How can a love so powerful ever be called a curse?
  • Tharja: Love...? Wait, are you proposing?!
  • Frederick: Indeed I am.
  • Tharja: ...Are you mad?!
  • Frederick: If I were a poet, I could use sweet words to explain how my love came to be... But alas, I am not. I can only tell you what I know in my heart. I love you, Tharja. I want you at my side for all of my days.
  • Tharja: That's...really sweet actually.
  • Frederick: Then will you accept my ring?
  • Tharja: On one condition...
  • Frederick: Name it!
  • Tharja: We do the life's journey without the exercises. I don't care about a sound body, and I don't WANT a sound mind. Mages need to stay a little crazy, or we lose our edge...
  • Frederick: Agreed. No more exercising for you, and no more curses for me!
  • Tharja: ...... ...*Sigh* Oh, fine.

With OliviaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Olivia: Er, Frederick?
  • Frederick: Yes, milady? How may I be of service?
  • Olivia: Well, see, I was wondering... And this may be an odd question, but... Well, what do you think of me?
  • Frederick: Think of you, milady? *Ahem* Well, you are flexible of limb and move with an economy of motion. You have the qualities of a superior fencer. I would recommend a light rapier to start.
  • Olivia: No, I'm not talking about being a soldier. What I mean is... What do you think of me as a woman?
  • Frederick: Do I find you attractive? Is that your meaning?
  • Olivia: I suppose so, yes.
  • Frederick: Hmm... A difficult question, If I may speak bluntly. I'd not thought of you in such terms before, and so cannot provide a meaningful answer.
  • Olivia: Oh. That's just what he said...
  • Frederick: Who?
  • Olivia: Khan Basilio. He never takes me seriously, no matter what I do. I guess I just don't have any appeal for older men. My dance teacher once told me I had to learn how to captivate everyone, otherwise no one would believe my performance.
  • Frederick: So your interest was professional rather than personal. I see... While I'm sure you are blessed with many charms, they are sadly lost upon me. I'm sorry I could not be more encouraging. Now, if you will excuse me...
  • Olivia: Er, yes. Thanks, I guess.

B SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Might I have a word, milady?
  • Olivia: What is it?
  • Frederick: I wanted to return to our conversation from the other day. I took it upon myself to ask some fellow soldiers whether they found you attractive. Almost to a man, they asserted that you are extremely charming! Many also commented most heartily on some of your...other features, furthermore, most of the respondents are older than you, in some cases very much so. In conclusion, therefore, I think we can safely say that you possess wide appeal.
  • Olivia: ...Wait. How many people did you ask?
  • Frederick: Well, let's see. I spoke with all the Shepherds, so that would be... Oh, and I also queried those farmers in the last village we passed... Ah, and the beggars at the side of the road! Mustn't forget them. So that means—
  • Olivia: AAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGH!
  • Frederick: Er, milady? Are you not pleased by these most favorable results?
  • Olivia: FREDERICK! Everyone's going to think that I asked YOU to ask THEM!
  • Frederick: ...I had not considered that.
  • Olivia: Oh, gods... I have to leave. I have to run away right now...
  • Frederick: W-wait, milady! I am so terribly sorry! Please allow me to make amends. Perhaps I could travel with you whenever you go out in public. Then you can simply hide behind my person whenever someone approaches.
  • Olivia: ...This is the worst day ever.

A SupportEdit

  • Olivia: I'm really surprised how easy it is to hide behind you, Frederick. I don't think anyone has seen me in the camp for days!
  • Frederick: I'm delighted to be of service, milady. For one such as I, whose life is devoted to such endeavors, it is no small matter.
  • Olivia: So, um, you don't mind that I'm hiding behind you all the time?
  • Frederick: Quite the opposite. I am happy to perform my duty.
  • Olivia: Oh, goody! Thank you, Frederick!
  • Frederick: I must say, milady, having spent so much time with you recently, I... Well, I am starting to see why the others found you so charming.
  • Olivia: Y-you are?
  • Frederick: Yes, I am.
  • Olivia: Erm, I don't suppose you could tell me exactly what you like about me?
  • Frederick: Please, milady! Do not stare at me with those beseeching eyes!
  • Olivia: Some details would be nice, Frederick ...You know. For professional reasons.
  • Frederick: I see. May I have time to put it into words? My feelings on the subject are still...vague.
  • Olivia: Okay. But just don't take too long!

S SupportEdit

  • Olivia: Ha! I finally cornered you! Have you been trying to avoid me? You know you cannot hide forever!
  • Frederick: A-avoid you, milady?! Perish the thought! Nothing was further from my mind.
  • Olivia: So why haven't I seen you around camp in forever? Hmmm?
  • Frederick: I've been busy with...preparations. For example, I had this made.
  • Olivia: A ring? But why did... Wait, there's something on it... "To Olivia, with all my love." Frederick?! I don't understand.
  • Frederick: I am not a man accustomed to speaking of affairs of the heart, so I shall be brief. This ring is meant as an expression of the great love and affection I feel for you. You would do me a great honor if you were to accept it.
  • Olivia: ...You want to marry me?!
  • Frederick: That is my intent, yes.
  • Olivia: Oh, how did you know?! Oh my gosh, yes! Yes, yes,yes! I've been crazy about you forever!
  • Frederick: I hereby swear that I will lay down my life in order to protect you!
  • Olivia: Well, that's...a bit harsh, but I like the sentiment, I guess. Oh, thank you, Frederick. You gallant, wonderful man! I'm so excited we're getting married! It's like a dream come true!
  • Frederick: For both of us, Olivia. For both of us!

With ChercheEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cherche: HIYAH! YAH!
  • Frederick: Excellent technique.
  • Cherche: A true gentleman would announce himself rather than skulk about in the shadows.
  • Frederick: My sincere apologies, milady. I was loath to interrupt. Especially when I was being treated to such a virtuoso display of skill.
  • Cherche: Heh. 'Tis an honor to be praised by such a renowned and accomplished soldier.
  • Frederick: The technique you just used—is it commonly practiced in Valm?
  • Cherche: No, actually. It is part of a secret art passed down within my family.
  • Frederick: Then I've wronged you more than I thought, for I had no intention of pilfering secrets. Pray forgive my accidental insolence, milady.
  • Cherche: Don't apologize, please. I don't mind sharing our traditions with allies. In fact, I can teach you if you're interested.
  • Frederick: I do not wish to impose.
  • Cherche: We fight for the same cause. It's in my interest to help you. Who knows? One day, you might use it to save my life in battle.
  • Frederick: In that case, then yes. Thank you. I would like to learn what you know.
  • Cherche: When shall we begin?

B SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Cherche, I want to thank you for teaching me your family's fighting art.
  • Cherche: I hope you'll find it useful.
  • Frederick: I'd like to return the favor if I could.
  • Cherche: Perhaps in the next battle, you can fight alongside me so I might observe you.
  • Frederick: That hardly seems a sufficient reward for your services. I was taught that a lady of your standing should expect gifts of gold or silk.
  • Cherche: Do I strike you as the sort to be satisfied with trinkets? Why, if I didn't know better, I'd say you'd taken advice from Virion!
  • Frederick: Ha! I'd be dead in the grave before I'd take counsel from that ill-behaved scallywa... Er, that is, from Virion! From LORD Virion, a fine and outstanding member of—
  • Cherche: Oh, shush. I know what Virion is like. Yes, he was once my liege, but he lost his domains and is no longer a lord. I'm my own woman now. I can go my separate way whenever I choose.
  • Frederick: And yet, you do not.
  • Cherche: Strange, isn't it?

A SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Ah, Cherche. Perfect timing. Do you know where I might find Virion?
  • Cherche: No. And I wouldn't bother trying to look for him, either. Knowing him, he's off whispering sweet nonsense into some poor maid's ear.
  • Frederick: But we are to be marching soon! Will he be ready in time?
  • Cherche: Oh, probably. I'm getting his equipment ready as we speak.
  • Frederick: That is very loyal of you, especially considering what a cad he is. I think you could teach me a thing or two about serving one's lord!
  • Cherche: I told you, he is no longer my lord. And besides, you are the very paragon of loyal and chivalrous knighthood. None can compare to you when it comes to when it comes to knightly virtues.
  • Frederick: You are far too kind. Yet when I see how devoted you are, it humbles me somehow.
  • Cherche: How so?
  • Frederick: Hear me, Cherche. For a knight, loyalty is the primary virtue. But to what—or to whom—should it be directed?
  • Cherche: To the realm, I suppose. Your liege lord's domain.
  • Frederick: And what if that realm is destroyed?
  • Cherche: Well, er...
  • Frederick: The knight's vow of loyalty still holds, but it is directed not to the land. Nor is it a castle, or to a town. or any particular place. The vow is to the people who make up the realm. As a knight, you owe fealty to Virion and the smallfolk of his domain. You understand this and act accordingly. It is an honor to fight alongside you.
  • Cherche: Well, well! High praise indeed, coming from the famous Frederick! But in all seriousness, thank you. And may I say, it is an inestimable honor to fight in the same army as you.
  • Frederick: Then that we may both continue to fight bravely, and until victory!
  • Cherche: Shoulder to shoulder!

S SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Frederick? In the last battle, you went too far trying to protect me. You almost let that Risen have a bite of your hide!
  • Frederick: I-I was merely careless! My training must have been insufficient.
  • Cherche: Normally, you'd dispatch such a foe without a thought, but you were distracted. Distracted, I say, by what was happening to me...
  • Frederick: I apologize for the error, milady. If a knight is to defend his charge, he must be able to see every threat and danger.
  • Cherche: I'm not your charge, and I'm asking you to forget about me and worry about yourself!
  • Frederick: I cannot, milady.
  • Cherche: And why not?
  • Frederick: Because you are as important to me as any prince or lord.
  • Cherche: Is this some kind of jest?
  • Frederick: I fear I do not joke, milady. I never did develop a skill for it. For how can a man as wretched as I find room in his heart for humor?
  • Cherche: Oh, don't be so melodramatic.
  • Frederick: Listen to me, Cherche.
  • Cherche: ...Yes?
  • Frederick: When we first came to know each other, it was as fellow knights and comrades. But as we fought, the bonds of friendship drew us closer together. So close, in fact, that I find myself thinking about you night and day. Cherche...will you do me the honor of accepting this?
  • Cherche: An engagement ring?
  • Frederick: A vow of love and loyalty, until death takes me from you.
  • Cherche: Why, Frederick! This is so gallant! ...Of course I accept!
  • Frederick: Splendid! Then I shall live and die a happy man!
  • Cherche: Oh, enough with the talk of dying. You're under MY protection now.... Oh, and Minerva, of course!

With HenryEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Frederick: HENRY! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!
  • Henry: Oh, hey, Frederick! What's up?
  • Frederick: You were absent at today's training session!
  • Henry: Training session? First I've heard of it!
  • Frederick: Surely you recall Chrom reminding everyone in his address to the troops yesterday?
  • Henry: Ooooooooooooh, THAT training session! It must have slipped my mind.
  • Frederick: Then you weren't absent due to injury or illness?
  • Henry: I WISH I had an awesome illness, but no. I'm right as rain.
  • Frederick: That's good to hear. However, I'm quite disappointed you missed the session. Being prepared for battle is a matter of life and death.
  • Henry: Aw, don't worry about me, Frederick. I'm not going to die so easily!
  • Frederick: What makes you, out of all your comrades, so uniquely immune to war's perils?
  • Henry: Oh, you know. Stuff and things.
  • Frederick: I do NOT know! Training is essential for all soldiers, and that includes you!
  • Henry: Okay, fine! Geez, careful not to twist your smallclothes there...
  • Frederick: H-Henry? Where are you going? I'm not finished with you yet!
  • Henry: I'm going to the training ground! Want to join me?
  • Frederick: Me?
  • Henry: Nya ha ha! Just kidding!
  • Frederick: About going to train? Or inviting me along?
  • Henry: Hmm... You know, I'm not even sure myself. Welp, see you around!
  • Frederick: Henry, wait! Are you going to train or not? It's a matter of life and death! Bah! What an aggravating young man!

B SupportEdit

  • Frederick: HIYARGH! GARH!
  • Henry: Working up quite a sweat there, eh, Frederick?
  • Frederick: Ah. Hello, Henry. Have you come to train at long last?
  • Henry: Oh, no! Just to watch.
  • Frederick: Such an attitude ill serves a Shepherd. Come, let us train together.
  • Henry: Why did you spend so much time training, anyway? It looks exhausting!
  • Frederick: Because I know that anything can happen on the battlefield. I do not want my dying thought to be "if only I had trained a little harder."
  • Henry: I want my dying thought to be about blood! ...Or maybe ichor.
  • Frederick: Enough chitchat! Fetch a wooden shield, and take some swings at me.
  • Henry: No need. I'm not going to die anyway. But good luck with that!
  • Frederick: HALT! You shall not escape my watchful gaze today!
  • Henry: Whoa, easy there, Frederick! You're bruising my arm! ...Oooo, look at the colors!
  • Frederick: Enough dillydallying! Let's train! One, two...together! HIYARGH! GARH!
  • Henry: ...Aw, man. I knew I shouldn't have come here.
  • Frederick: What did you say?!
  • Henry: Oh, nothing. But I suppose a bit of practice won't hurt.

A SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Ah, Henry. Have you come to join me in training again?
  • Henry: Yeah, I was kinda bored, so why not?
  • Frederick: You feign nonchalance, yet you attended every one of our training sessions recently.
  • Henry: Yeah, I know. It's funny, but I'm actually starting to enjoy it! ...Sort of.
  • Frederick: Listen close, Henry. I have something I would tell you...
  • Henry: Yes?
  • Frederick: *Sniff* Wh-when you say that, it fills my heart with happiness!
  • Henry: H-hey, Frederick! Easy with the bear hugs! These little bones might snap like... Oh, whoa! Are you CRYING?!
  • Frederick: Tears of joy, my young friend! For at last you are a devoted and committed soldier!
  • Henry: I always WAS!
  • Frederick: Continue this hard work, and you will win the respect and praise of everyone in the army.
  • Henry: You really think people notice what I do around here? 'Cause I doubt it. I mean, what kind of things do they say about me now?
  • Frederick: I'm sure if we were to ask Chrom, he'd say you are his most trusted lieutenant. You are the hope of the future and the greatest prospect this army has.
  • Henry: Nya ha ha! If you lay it on any thicker, I'll be smothered to death! But I'm not training to make myself look good in front of my comrades, you know?
  • Frederick: Then why, pray tell?
  • Henry: Well, because the more I practice, the more stuff I'm able to do. I like being good at lots of things.
  • Frederick: And that's sufficient motivation to put yourself through this torture?
  • Henry: It's not torture! It's fun! Now I can sneak up behind foes really easily, and my curses work better, too.
  • Frederick: I-I see. I'm glad you enjoy it...when I find it so...difficult.
  • Henry: I can't believe anyone ever complains about training. What's so hard about it?
  • Frederick: Perhaps if you train enough, you will learn the meaning of work and self-sacrifice. Come then! Let us grow strong together!
  • Henry: Hey, sure! I've got nothing else going on today.

With Owain (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-what's this? Blood...raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!
  • Frederick: Owain? Is everything all right?
  • Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!
  • Frederick: Why? Did you catch something? Do you think you're contagious?
  • Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee safety! I be of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father!
  • Frederick: ...I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did someone curse you?
  • Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay, raging blood!
  • Frederick: All right, son, just stay where you are—I'll get your mother!
  • Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not...strictly necessary. This pain is nothing to a man like me!
  • (Frederick leaves)
  • Owain: Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ACK! Did he actually go to get Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...

B SupportEdit

  • Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?
  • Frederick: Of course I'm upset! You started moaning and shouting out of the blue! Your mother and I were terrified. *Sigh* Listen. I'm relieved you're all right. But what was all that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage acting?
  • Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv— Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide and time!
  • Frederick: And you're not ashamed to spout such nonsense? ...That makes one of us.
  • Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of an earlier, simpler time...
  • Frederick: Perhaps. But a future where everyone speaks like you sounds a bit— ...OWAIN, GET DOWN!
  • Owain: What?!
  • Frederick: ...Grah!
  • Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!
  • Frederick: Nngh... Archers...in the trees... They fired on you... But I'd never let them hurt my son... We're outnumbered... We have to get out of here! Now GO!
  • Owain: R-right!
  • (Scene transition)
  • Frederick: We lost them... We should be safe here.
  • Owain: Gods, not again...
  • Frederick: Hmm?
  • Owain: Why!? Why did you take that arrow for me!? You could have died! This is how it happens, you know! This is exactly...Er...
  • Frederick: This is how what happens?
  • Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*
  • Frederick: Owain? Owain, are you crying? What's wrong?
  • Owain: I...*sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was...just more improv, all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.
  • Frederick: A-all right. I'll be here.

A SupportEdit

  • Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?
  • Frederick: Fine, thank you. Nearly healed. It wasn't much of a wound to begin with, fortunately.
  • Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if...if I got you killed again.
  • Frederick: Ah, so that's what this was about... I die protecting you in the future?
  • Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!
  • Frederick: At least it sounds like I died with no regrets.
  • Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I...I lost control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.
  • Frederick: I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future...
  • Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone—not once! You and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.
  • Frederick: Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you... You were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so— ...Wait a second. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...
  • Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...dramatic effect.
  • Frederick: I beg your pardon?
  • Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!
  • Frederick: Thank you, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are so proud of everything you've become...
  • Owain: Aw, thanks! But...Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood...boiling once again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my soul and set me ablaze!
  • Frederick: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at least...

With Inigo (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Brady (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Kjelle (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Cynthia (Daughter)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: Dear, 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 into the field amidst a shower of fluttering violet petals...
  • Frederick: I...see.
  • 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: Well, I suppose 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!
  • 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 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 Severa (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Severa: Hey! I think it's time for Daddy-Daughter day!
  • Frederick: Er...what? Why?
  • Severa: Does a daughter NEED a reason to spend a little time with her father?! Most fathers would be beside themselves with joy at even being asked! Gawds!
  • Frederick: You're right—I should count my blessings. Well, then? Where shall we go?
  • Severa: Into town! I spotted a whole line of shops with the CUTEST dresses...
  • Frederick: Dresses, huh? Well, I suppose you're at that age...
  • Severa: Age? Hee hee! In this timeline, you're not THAT much older than I am, Daddy!
  • Frederick: Hmm... No, I suppose I'm not.
  • Severa: I bet most people seeing us side by side would think we were brother and sister.
  • Frederick: Hmm, indeed... An odd thought, now that you mention it.
  • Severa: Odd? Is there something wrong with that? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?! You'd rather be with Mother, wouldn't you?
  • Frederick: Wha—?! N-not at all! You're adorable, honey!
  • Severa: Aw, you mean it? Yay! That's so sweet! So okay! In town, there's this one dress that I really, reeeally want! Would you hate me if I asked you to get it for me? Would Mother be mad?
  • Frederick: I could never hate you, Severa. And I'm sure your mother won't mind. You're our daughter, you know? You can have anything you'd like.
  • Severa: Oh, thank you, Daddy! I love you so much!
  • Frederick: I love you too, Severa.
  • Severa: (...Pffft. Too easy.)

B SupportEdit

  • Severa: Thanks again for all the shopping, Daddy! I felt like a total princess when you bought everything I asked for!
  • Frederick: Severa, most royal houses couldn't afford to shop the way you just did...
  • Severa: Daddy, are you listening?
  • Frederick: What? Y-yes, dear, I'm listening.
  • Severa: Good, good. So! I'd just looove to go on another shopping spree with you! I spotted the most precious little accessory shop in a town near here the other day!
  • Frederick: Sorry, pumpkin, but no.
  • Severa: Huh? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Daddy, are you... Are you mad at me?
  • Frederick: Spare me the wounded treatment, Severa. No means no. We just bought you plenty.
  • Severa: FINE, then! FINE! I guess I'll just wear RAGS! ...GAWDS!
  • Frederick: Boy, talk about an attitude change... Now, look. I'm not saying I won't buy you anything ever...
  • Severa: Oooooh, you're not?!
  • Frederick: I'm just saying you'll have to earn it. If you help out around camp with chores and such, I'll treat you to something nice.
  • Severa: EXCUSE me? What is this—my allowance?! I'm not a child!
  • Frederick: No? Then stop acting like one. This is for your own good, Severa. A little hardship in one's youth builds character.
  • Severa: I dealt with a LOT more than hardship back in the future, thank you!
  • Frederick: Well, my decision is final. I won't continue to just buy you whatever you like. If there's something you want, you'll have to work for it.
  • Severa: FINE! Whatever! ...I'll do your stupid chores. But I expect some SERIOUS returns, is that clear?!
  • Frederick: *Sigh* I do hope that character starts building soon...

A SupportEdit

  • Severa: Apply the whetstone to the blade at an angle, and then... Gah, not again! That's the fifth one that broke! Nothing EVER goes right for me!
  • Frederick: Er, Severa? What are you doing?
  • Severa: I'm sharpening these stupid weapons that won't stay sharp! Gawds! You told me to help out, right? So I'm helping.
  • Frederick: ...And that pile of broken swords behind you?
  • Severa: It's not my fault they're defective! They all, like, fell apart and stuff! Sorry I'm not PERFECT at everything like Mother! Sorry I'm SO STUPID! I get it—I'm useless! You should just drown me in a sack...
  • Frederick: Severa, I think you're overreact—
  • Severa: I burn everything I try to cook... I just about beheaded a horse while chopping wood... I'm no help to anyone! I'm just a bunch of lame deadweight. You must've had high hopes, too, given Mother's history. I'm such a disappointment.
  • Frederick: ......
  • Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it!
  • Frederick: I'm not disappointed, Severa. I couldn't be happier that you came back to us.
  • Severa: Oh, please. Are you mocking me? Do you really think I'm that stupid? All my life, every time I mess something up, people compare me to Mother! And you're closer to her than anyone! I KNOW you don't think I measure up.
  • Frederick: You're your own woman, Severa. I wouldn't compare you to anyone. You're my daughter and my treasure, and I know your mother feels the same.
  • Severa: Wha—?!
  • Frederick: I love you, and I'm behind you no matter what happens. So no more talk of being a disappointment. It makes me feel like I failed you as a father.
  • Severa: What? No! Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I... I didn't... WAAAAAAAAAH...
  • Frederick: Don't cry. You've been through a lot, I know, but it's all right now. I'm sorry for saying you needed more hardship before. I know it's been hard... But I'll do all I can to keep you from ever suffering again. And since you HAVE been doing your chores, how about that reward now?
  • Severa: No. I don't need it. I don't need anything but you, Daddy! But if you die on me again, I'll never forgive you!
  • Frederick: I'm not going anywhere this time, Severa. I promise.

With Gerome (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Hello, Gerome.
  • Gerome: What do you want?
  • Frederick: Oh, nothing in particular. I just—
  • Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.
  • Frederick: Apparently not. But what of your family?
  • Gerome: ......
  • Frederick: I was thinking: we're father and son... Perhaps it's time we started acting like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father", you know? We could start there.
  • Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.
  • Frederick: Gods, is everyone so tactless in the future? I know your true father is gone, and I know you must miss him greatly. ...But I thought perhaps our relationship could help heal that wound.
  • Gerome: Then you are a fool.
  • Frederick: Mind your mouth, Gerome. I'm only offering this out of a sense of-
  • Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and clean Minervykins before bedtime.
  • Frederick: ...Minervykins?
  • Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is contagious!
  • (Gerome leaves)
  • Frederick: *Sigh* That child...

B SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Hello, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of little Minervykins?
  • Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have misheard.
  • Frederick: There's no need to get so upset. Cherche sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the habit as well.
  • Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.
  • Frederick: Heh heh. You know, you're of adorable when you're flustered.
  • Gerome: ......
  • Frederick: All right, all right. No need to glare now. I meant no offense...
  • Gerome: ...Apology accepted.
  • Frederick: Heh, well, that is most generous of you, Your Grace... Though I must say, seeing you so angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.
  • Gerome: What do you mean?
  • Frederick: Mmm? Oh, er, nothing... Hey! Is that your Minerva over there!
  • Gerome: It is.
  • Frederick: Hmm, more intimidating than Cherche's... Scarier, more ferocious...
  • Gerome: Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smoky eyes... She's such a cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!
  • Frederick: I didn't trick you into anything... You said it all by yourself.
  • Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minverva, to me!
  • (Gerome leaves)
  • Frederick: Heh heh. Adorable when he's flustered indeed...

A SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, I see?
  • Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?
  • Frederick: It's nothing so sinister as your tone implies, I assure you... I just wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son... Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might—
  • Gerome: I have no sensitive side.
  • Frederick: Er, right. But remember when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo? The look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I—
  • Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ...... ...Er, Minerva?
  • Frederick: Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family. There, there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you?
  • Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family? ...... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...
  • Frederick: So what did Minerva say?
  • Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand her?
  • Frederick: Er, well... It's an acquired skill.
  • Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father.
  • Frederick: ...Did you just call me Father?
  • Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!
  • Frederick: W-wait, Gerome! Son! Let's hear it just one more time!
  • Gerome: Bah! Enough already!

With Morgan (Male) (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Yarne (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Yarne: ...... ......
  • Frederick: What is it, Yarne? Why are you staring at me like that?
  • Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on Mother.
  • Frederick: Wh-what?! Cheating? I would never do such a thing! I've been faithful to Panne since the day I proposed!
  • Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth...
  • Frederick: Why would you think I was cheating?! ...Is someone spreading rumors?
  • Yarne: Nope. The idea just popped into my head the other day. You see, I got to thinking... What would happen to me if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't good enough?
  • Frederick: Huh?
  • Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both stayed alive. Eventually you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be guaranteed. But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman before I was born. The very instant you made the decision, I would just wink out of existence! The thought of it sends a child down my spine. Brrrrrr...
  • Frederick: ...Huh. I guess I see your point.
  • Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you toe the line!
  • Frederick: Now hold on just one minute!
  • Yarne: Don't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during battle. ...Just so long as the fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway, I've got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you!
  • Frederick: Oh, for gods' sake...

B SupportEdit

  • Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father.
  • Frederick: What's wrong, Yarne? You look as if your world is about to end.
  • Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking about?
  • Frederick: Um... The number of masterful blows I struck against our foes?
  • Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating! You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to vanish as a result! I just know it!
  • Frederick: Yarne, calm down. I was just being polite. Pleasantries and tactics and such.
  • Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent hearing.
  • Frederick: *Sigh* Believe me, I know all about that... But you need to understand, I must talk to my fellow soldiers—men and women both. When you're in the thick of battle, it's vital to know who you're fighting with. Think about it—what if someone said you couldn't talk to Lucina ever again?
  • Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem.
  • Frederick: I'm glad you understand. But I wish you would just trust me when I say I would never cheat on your mother!
  • Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what about the future? How do I know you'll never change your mind? I mean, you once promised me that you'd return home... but you never did...
  • Frederick: ...Ah.
  • Yarne: ...Er, forget I said that. It doesn't matter. I won't spy on you anymore. But if you break your promise and cheat on Mother, I won't ever forgive you!
  • Frederick: ...Hmm, I think I understand now. In Yarne's future, I die and become the memory of a broken promise...

A SupportEdit

  • Frederick: There you are, Yarne. I was looking for you.
  • Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you, I won't spy on you anymore.
  • Frederick: That's not why I wanted to see you. I... want to apologize. In the future, I promised to come back to you and... I didn't. I'm sorry.
  • Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me! It was a different you from a different time!
  • Frederick: Yes, I understand that. And I also know you're not my son. ...Not exactly, anyway.
  • Yarne: ......
  • Frederick: We're not just from different times, but from different versions of time. And yet I think of you as my family all the same. I hope to give you the things that the father in your future couldn't. ...That is what you want, isn't it?
  • Yarne: I... I guess it is, yes. I know it's not right, but I can't help but think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other women. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving Mother and being someone else's father. It would be like losing him all over again.
  • Frederick: Yarne, what if I made another promise? I swear by all I hold dear that I will survive and that I will never abandon your mother. I love you both more than anything in this world. I would do anything for you.
  • Yarne: I... I don't know what to say. Except... thank you. Because this time, I believe you'll keep your promise.
  • Frederick: Good.
  • Yarne: Phew! Now maybe I can relax and stop worrying about vanishing from history... You're such a great father! Who's a good father? Yes, whooo's a good father?!
  • Frederick: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but must you pet me like a dog while you say it?

With Laurent (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Laurent: This is yours, I presume, Father? I found it lying on the ground. Do try to better secure your belongings in the future.
  • Frederick: Heh. You sound just like your mother, Laurent.
  • Laurent: Naturally. She IS my mother.
  • Frederick: Well, yes, but still... You two are so alike, I sometimes wonder if you inherited anything from me.
  • Laurent: Don't be absurd, Father. Of course I did.
  • Frederick: Oh? Like what?
  • Laurent: Like...the color of my hair.
  • Frederick: Er, well, that's true, but it's not exactly what I was talking about. Anything more substantive? An over-abundance of outdoor skills, perhaps?
  • Laurent: Hmm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank.
  • Frederick: See, this is what I mean. You're always so serious and verbose...You could stand to loosen up a bit. Maybe act a bit more your age.
  • Laurent: We're at war, Father. Acting like a child is hardly behavior to be encouraged. Besides, I'm a grown man. Older than Lucina at this point, I suspect.
  • Frederick: Wait, how could you be older than Lucina? She's already been born here, but your mother and I still haven't had you.
  • Laurent: I...I fear I've no more time to chat today. Now, if you'll excuse me.
  • Frederick: Laurent, wait! ...What was all that about?

B SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Hello, Laurent.
  • Laurent: Father. How may I help you?
  • Frederick: I was thinking about how you said you were older than Lucina... Can you explain that? I'm a bit confused.
  • Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among eras is imprecise. There are...variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two years ago. I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years.
  • Frederick: There's that much of a spread between where you landed? Er, when you landed?
  • Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in terms of physical age.
  • Frederick: So you've been in this era for five years all by yourself?
  • Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish behaviors. I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if you'll excuse me...
  • Frederick: Laurent, wait! Why have you never mentioned any of this before? You were cut off from everyone else for five whole years. You must have been...lonely.
  • Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on my own.
  • Frederick: Laurent...

A SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Laurent.
  • Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before.
  • Frederick: Yes, you were. But today's different. Because today... Coochy coochy coo!
  • Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?!
  • Frederick: Ah-hah! So you CAN smile!
  • Laurent: I beg your pardon?!
  • Frederick: You're always so bent on being the serious, proper grown-up. I worry you put too much pressure on yourself.
  • Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child!
  • Frederick: Age has nothing to do with it. It doesn't matter if your older than Lucina. Or heck, older than me! You're still a child. You're MY child. ...You're my son.
  • Laurent: Er, I...
  • Frederick: And you're not alone anymore, so stop isolating yourself. You've got friends, and you've got me.
  • Laurent: ...... You're right. All that time, it was... I was so lonely. Year after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet up with the others but knowing how miniscule my chances were... I had no one to help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was...awful. Many nights, I thought I'd die alone. That pain would kill me, or...
  • Frederick: I'm so sorry I didn't find you earlier, Laurent. Please forgive me. And know that I will never leave your side again...

With Noire (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
  • Frederick: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
  • Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
  • Frederick: That's...an oddly specific hex. Why would she do something like that?
  • Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
  • Frederick: Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.
  • Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
  • Frederick: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
  • Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
  • Frederick: That's...rather pathetic.
  • Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
  • Frederick: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me.
  • Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B SupportEdit

  • Frederick: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... It would seem I've let you down... *sniff*
  • Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
  • Frederick: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
  • Noire: Just like before...
  • Frederick: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look at the bright side—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
  • Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
  • Frederick: I suppose some things were simply meant to be...
  • Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
  • Frederick: Hmm?
  • Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
  • Frederick: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, sweetheart.
  • Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
  • Frederick: Er...sweetheart?
  • Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
  • Frederick: Noire?! What are you...
  • Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
  • (Noire leaves)
  • Frederick: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Do you have a moment, Noire?
  • Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
  • Frederick: Have a look.
  • Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
  • Frederick: Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
  • Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
  • Frederick: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. I thought perhaps I could try and lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
  • Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
  • Frederick: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
  • Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
  • Frederick: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
  • Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
  • Frederick: Hmm... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
  • Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
  • Frederick: *Sigh* I'd better disappear before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!
  • (Frederick leaves)
  • Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

With Nah (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!
  • Frederick: What's wrong, Nah? You seem like you're in quite a mood.
  • Nah: Oh, Hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends almost all of her time running around camp playing games.
  • Frederick: How odd. I was just thinking how the two of you are so alike in many ways... But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is—I wouldn't want her to change.
  • Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant, she'll never learn to act her age!
  • Frederick: Well, I...
  • Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible, and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in her... Unless...you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her—
  • Frederick: What?! D-don't be ridiculous! I knew exactly what I was getting into.
  • Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?
  • Frederick: No, no... I was well aware of her...frivolous side. I find it charming. Yes that's it. Charming.
  • Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it out. Why DID you marry her?
  • Frederick: Enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like this.
  • (Frederick leaves)
  • Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!

B SupportEdit

  • Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation.
  • Frederick: Nah, you're incredibly persistent, but that discussion is over. I'm not getting into any more detail about why I chose your mother, and that's final!
  • Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL!
  • Frederick: Heh, you're a little young to understand about a "woman's heart," yourself.
  • Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder any woman deigned to choose YOU...
  • Frederick: Nah, I know what you're trying to do here. But don't forget, I AM your father. If you keep this up, I WILL get upset, and I WILL punish you...
  • Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry... I swear.
  • Frederick: All right, all right then... I appreciate the apology.
  • Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in yourself to forgive me.
  • Frederick: Yes, of course. But—
  • Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be...going now.
  • (Nah leaves)
  • Frederick: No, wait, Nah.
  • (Nah returns)
  • Nah: Yes?
  • Frederick: You seem so crestfallen... Are you all right?
  • Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry over a simple, innocent question...
  • Frederick: Um, yes, well... See, it's just—
  • Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship. Being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment. Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.
  • (Nah leaves)
  • Frederick: B-b-but... ...Is this really what I have to look forward to for the next decade?

A SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Nah...
  • Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?
  • Frederick: About the other day, when you said you were used to disappointment... What exactly did you mean by that?
  • Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.
  • Frederick: Wait, you mean Nowi wasn't around to raise you?
  • Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child.
  • Frederick: Don't say that.
  • Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in mynew home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would stop...hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was utterly alone. And I nefer once mentioned how much I missed my father and mother. *Sniff* I... I didn't even ask...when...when they would come back for me...
  • Frederick: ...Nah, I...
  • Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking so many questions and making you angry...
  • Frederick: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you anything you want—even the embarrassing story of our courtship... And if you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for you. As long as I'm around, you won't ever be lonely again.
  • Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!
  • Frederick: Not at all, Nah. Now, tell me, what do you want to know?
  • Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!
  • Frederick: *Sigh* All right, well...as you know, your mother has always looked young, and...

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